#Thick film circuits

[awesome-lovingbouquetwizard]

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[seowork036]

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[another-lost-mc]

diff anon than the og perv mc and levi anon but id like to build off it: mc purposely setting themselves up for easy panty shots and of course levi cant resist snapping the pic. then one day mc bends over in front of levi in their skirt and they arent wearing underwear and levi short circuits

a/n: I must be in a mood 'cause I ran off with that idea.

levi x gn!reader | nsfw | mdni | 1.2k words

cw: reader in various types of clothing (skirt, panties, sleep/loungewear). flashing, taking dirty pics/videos (with consent but they're both pretending otherwise). mentions of masturbation, cum marking, voyeuristic behaviour (both).

Neither of you are very subtle about what's going on when Levi invites you to hang out in his room. He fidgets with his D.D.D. nervously and glances at you from the corner of his eye. He wants to be ready in case he gets lucky with another show you accidentally (to his knowledge) put on for him.

You have no reason to be wearing skirts that short, and you should know better than to bend over with or without anything else underneath. It's too tempting to resist though. You know he likes it, and he might pretend to look away while your eyes are on him, but he drops the ruse as soon as you look elsewhere.

Even if the item you drop ends up at his feet, he doesn't pick it up for you. He knows you're going to slide off the sofa and bend over directly in front of him to get it yourself, even if you could reach it from where you're sitting.

(You used to stay sitting at first so you had an excuse to lean into his body and press your chest against him, but that got boring after a while - it's too hard to feel his cock through those thick pants he wears.)

For some reason, you're so clumsy when you wear those skimpy little outfits for him. He can't see the grin spreading across your face while he fumbles with his D.D.D. behind you. Sometimes he loses his grip on it with those sweaty fingers of his, but you can be patient. You give him all the time in the world he needs to get his camera app open and ready; you take forever to pick up whatever it was you bent over to reach. It's almost like you have butterfingers too. Oops! You can't seem to get a good grip on it either.

What a shame.

Besides, you'd hate to cut this little show of yours too short. How else will he get a good photo if you're moving around too much? That would leave your thighs and the swell of your ass far too blurry for him to appreciate later, and you wouldn't want that. There should be absolutely no doubt in his mind whose panty shots he's jerking off to later that night.

When you bend over in front of him, you can't help but wiggle your hips a little bit, as if you're trying to entice him to chase after you like a toy. It's frustrating that he's so content to look (and photograph and film) but not touch. Eventually you stand upright and turn around, pretending to tug down that wretched skirt of yours that just won't stay in place. You don't mention the pillow that's now laid across his lap and hiding his erection from view. His blown-black pupils and sharp, panted breaths are proof that he enjoyed himself.

Levi's still hard by the time you leave his room and sometimes he leans against the door in an urgent rush to touch himself. He comes with his D.D.D. in one hand and his cock in the other while he imagines what your bare ass would look like covered in his pearly-white release. It would look nicer than the way it looks on his fingers, he thinks. Fucking you once or twice wouldn't be enough and he has so much he wants to give. He wants to drain his balls inside you and all over you. If he fucks you from behind, he'll pull out and paint your skin with his cum at least once. It would be nice and warm and sticky, oozing between your cheeks and onto the little puckered rim between them.

A few more days of this little game might be the push he needs to indulge in the sweet treat you purposefully dangle in front of him.

Or maybe you're not the skirt-wearing type at all. It's a good thing loungewear can be just as teasing in its own ways.

There's a reason you keep all your threadbare shirts and sleep shorts kicking around when most people would've trashed them by now. The sleeveless shirt you wear to bed is practically see-through and it's so obvious when your nipples harden as your body adjusts to the cool temperature of his bedroom.

Your sleep shorts hang deliciously low on your hips, or perhaps they're a bit too tight. You lay on your belly and watch TV on the floor while Levi stares at you from the sofa; the thin material tightens when you squirm around and get comfy. He can tell by the way the material rides up your thighs and wedges between your legs that you're not wearing anything underneath them. It would be easy to pin you down and squeeze the soft, doughy flesh you're more than happy to put on display for him. He palms his cock through his pants when his mind wanders from whatever movie he's pretending to watch, and you pretend you can't see his reflection on the TV while he does it.

Late-night visits to Levi's room are always fun too. It requires a little pre-planning and a tiny lie, but it works flawlessly every time. When you show up at his door in the middle of the night, claiming you left something in his room by accident, he steps aside without protest. Your housecoat is tied loosely around your waist and he knows that's all you're wearing. The fabric swishes playfully around your legs when you walk - it's such a fucking tease. You flash him with glimpses of your bare legs and thighs, and if he's lucky, a little bit more too.

Sometimes he catches a whiff of something delicious in the air as you walk past him; you smell musky and sensual. He can only imagine what you were doing before you came to see him. The image of you laying naked between your sheets, with nothing but your hand and modest collection of toys to keep you company, flickers across his mind. His voice cracks when he wishes you goodnight; his throat is unbearably dry all of a sudden.

It occurs to him later that you probably didn't even wash your hands before you came to see him, did you?

(Of course you didn't. How else would you leave little traces of yourself behind for him to sniff out and taste later?)

With your task complete, you leave his room and wonder how long you'll have to wait for him to follow you down those creaky steps. You're not as sensitive now; you can go another round or two if you know he's listening.

As it turns out, he's not that patient and you don't have to wait very long at all. Before Levi spits in his hand and strokes his cock with his ear pressed against your door, losing himself quickly to the building heat in his guts, he reminds himself to come back and smell your sheets tomorrow if you won't be home to catch him.

read more: pervy!mc x pervy!levi (part one) | leviathan masterlist

[thevirtualvalentine]

nsfw boyfriend!obito head canons

content warnings: size difference, breeding kink (it’s an uchiha, duh), consensual filming, solo masturbation, blowjobs, penetration, afab!reader.

Boyfriend!Obito who loves to film your sessions so he can, “watch them when he misses you”. But really just watches them when you’re not around. He’s obsessed with your body, watching how your cunt tries to take his fat dick. Doesn’t matter how much he preps you, he still has to bully it in.

Boyfriend!Obito who still gets shy rewatching your little movies because you’re screaming out his name with each rough pound of his hips against your ass. He’s sure any of his neighbors could hear, but something in the way you whine out for more short circuits his brain. Whatever his baby wants.

Boyfriend!Obito who loves fucking in missionary because he’s addicted to seeing his head push through your folds as he fucks his cum deep into your cervix, each ram only making you more delirious and drunk on dick. Has the biggest breeding kink that he only found out about when you started dating because he hated pulling out.

Boyfriend!Obito who films you sucking his cock with your pretty lips even when he drops the camera cause it feels too good. Moans loud n proud cause it’s his girl making him feel good. Loves when your shiny lips kiss his flushed tip, makes him feel all special. Deep throating his unreal girth will end up with a ring on your finger if you’re not careful.

Boyfriend!Obito who likes when you rough him up a bit. Scratching at his chest, pulling at his hair, saying he’s a pervert. Praise him, make him feel like he belongs to you in body and soul. You’ll receive it back tenfold. He gets rougher with you when he’s confident in himself.

Boyfriend!Obito who jacks off all the time just cause he can’t handle how worked up you make him. Finishes in heavy thick loads, and there’s lots of it… You walked in on him twisting his wrist at the same speed you were in the video he was replaying before you ask, “need help with that baby?” He’ll try his best to wait for you, he really does. Just gets really embarrassed asking if he can fuck you, poor thing.

Boyfriend!Obito who is truly a romantic at heart. He doesn’t get to cum until you do. Truly an oral fixation freak. Loves to eat you out till you scream and loves to have his dick sucked till he’s shooting blanks and twitching in your hands. Would propose 69 very sheepishly, just wants to make you moan around his cock.

[captainfern]

hi im in love with u and ur works ! they make my primal hindbrain go !!!!!!!!captain price!!!!!!!!!!!!!

may i … pls humbly request ….

have you ever seen one of those glass sliding doors that don’t actually let you see inside a person’s house ? Yeah ! Privacy film or wtv. Lets you see out but people can’t see in.

its just i’ve been haunted by the idea of captain price fucking his lover against one of those from the inside and their lover doesnt know about the privacy film that he’s just installed—

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About A Girl pt. 2

Captain John Price x fem!reader

["About A Girl" by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - what the request says lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 777 [so short i'm sorry] • warnings - fem!reader, unprotected piv, praise, strong language

look i've got to the stage where a lot of nirvana song titles are just... absolutely insane 😭 so imma just start doing separate parts for already existing fics lol

this can be read as a stand alone but it takes place in the same "universe" as about a girl x

btw there is no soft launch to this porn. they be straight fucking under the cut !!!

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"P-Price, fuck, s-slow down—" You moaned as Price literally fucked you against the window of his flat.

You had your entire naked front pressed to the cool glass, palms flat and keeping you steady. Price had forced your legs apart with his legs, and was now stuffing you full, grunting into your shoulder.

He was still dressed, too— shirt on, pants barely dropped to his thighs. When he got home from a long day at work to see you in next to nothing on his couch, he short-circuited.

Now, he fucked his fat cock into your wet hole, appreciating the slick glide and the pornographic sounds eliciting from both your mouth and your cunt.

When he first pressed your naked body to the window, you freaked out. His flat was only a couple of storeys from the main road, and with the lights on behind you, you'd surely be illuminated for whoever wanted to look up and appreciate the night sky.

But Price didn't seem at all worried. Hell, he didn't even seem to care. He just speared his cock repeatedly against the spot inside you that had your back arching, the heat from your body fogging up parts of the window.

"P-Price..." you stuttered again, cheek cold to the glass, the rest of your body burning.

He held your hips, keeping you pinned, motionless, to the thick pane of glass as he used you. He was grunting into your shoulder, letting his teeth skim the taut skin over your shoulder blade. His cock rutted into you, desperate, hips slamming to your backside.

"Yeah, darling?"

Your climax approached, dizzying your brain. But still, something in the back of your mind was making your heart flutter anxiously. Price's words were calming, though. Calming your racing heart and reverting your mind back to the numbing pleasure that was fast approaching.

"What— ah, fuck— someone sees— hngh— us— hah, Price, please."

Price chuckled lowly. You could barely get a sentence out; one of his hands snaking around your body, pressing a rough-padded finger to your swollen clit. You mewled, a desperate whiney sound, legs beginning to tremble.

"You scared someone'll see us, eh?" Price whispered low in your ear. "Scared someone'll see how well you take my cock? How desperate you are for it?"

You moaned, loud, cheek pressed to the cool glass. His words made your stomach twist in excitement, amplifying the hot approach of your orgasm. You bucked your hips backwards to meet his thrusts.

"You're not scared, are you, pretty girl? You want everyone to see how good you look all fucked out, stuffed full, eh? 'Course you do. Just look at you. So fucking pretty— so fucking tight—" He grunted into the back of your neck, sucking a kiss there.

Maybe he was right. Maybe you didn't care if anyone saw you. Saw you pressed, naked, against the window, getting completely railed by Price. The thought made your body warm up tenfold, skin shining with sweat.

You whined. "Price, gonna—"

He didn't reply verbally. But he knew, obviously, by the way the finger on your clit redoubled its pace, and his thrusts continued to drive into that spot inside you making you spasm around him. You came with his name on your lips, repeated like a prayer, as he fucked you through your rattling orgasm. Rattling, because you felt as though your entire body was humming against the glass.

"There you go, there you go," Price muttered into the curve of your shoulder as he retracted his hand from your puffy clit, focusing now on grabbing both of your hips. He continued to rut into you, your body rocking against the glass, smears of condensation appearing. "Almost there, darling, almost there. Fuck, just like that. Perfect... perfect... so good for me." His words were almost incoherent, his teeth skimming along your shoulder and neck.

Hopefully he just bit down.

What, who said that? lol

"So good, so good..." He drawled, thrusts becoming sloppier, before he did sink his teeth a bit harder into the curve of your neck to stifle his groans as he came, filling you hot. He laved over the bite mark with his tongue as he lazily thrust into you a couple more times, massaging your hips with his large hands.

He sighed against you as the both of you calmed your breathing, still connected.

"No one can see in, love," Price admitted. "There's a privacy film up. No one can see us."

You chuckled, managing to turn slightly in his hold and press a kiss to his cheek. "I figured as much. I didn't take you for the exhibitionist type anyway, captain."

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ok i ended it here cause i'm lazy lolol hope it was ok mwah x

[subskz]

doing this trend (https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8HBPjPm/) with each member. what would their reactions be? imagine lightly squeezing their bulge and seeing them jolt a little and squeeze their thighs together… i feel like hannie would have a massive boner while filming the tiktok LMAO. and then jerking them off with ur new set of nails after recording <3

link! (semi-nsfw)

ohh i’m obsessed w this 😽

hannie would definitely be fighting for his life the most out of all the boys lmao he would be so embarrassingly hard after just one attempt at filming, you’d be able to wrap your fingers fully around the outline of his dick through his sweatpants and feel him throb so eagerly in your hands. it makes showing off your nails kinda difficult though bc he’d be squirming around like crazy, and the longer it goes on, he eventually starts whining up a storm too. if you “accidentally” dragged one of your nails along the shape of his bulge to create a delicious friction w the material of his pants, his hips would buck up so fast. he’d beg for you to please just hurry up and finish already bc he's starting to get so hard it aches, but he keeps messing up your videos like the needy lil thing he is. which ofc makes for the perfect opportunity to insist that you won’t touch him until you get it right. he’d be a desperate, twitching wreck by the end of it, whining your name, tugging helplessly at your wrist and trying to guide it under the waistband of his pants. it’s up to you whether u wanna indulge him, or keep messing w him until he breaks down into tears of frustration before you finally wrap your pretty manicured fingers around his leaking cock

jinnie and chan would also be one step away from losing their minds if you did this to them hehe. their thigh muscles would be clenching so tight, using all their strength not to close in on each other and rub together every time you so much as brush over their crotch. channie especially would be so embarrassed w himself for getting turned on over smth like this, even when that’s very clearly your intention here…poor baby giggles nervously when you drape your fingers over his clothed dick and he does his best not to draw attention to the growing tent in his sweatpants. he’d be so sweet too, trying to give you compliments on your nails as you show them off, but his voice would crack pitifully when he speaks and his ears would be on fire. his eyes would be flickering all over the place too bc he knows staring too hard at where your hand is will make him start to short circuit. it'd be esp fun to tease him by forcing him to look bc you keep asking him questions like "is that a good angle? do they look nice like this? maybe i should spread them out more" followed by channie having to smack his hand over his mouth as a last ditch attempt to hide his shaky, pathetic groan when you stretch your fingers out over his bulge. him, hyunjin, and jisung would be very lucky that you’re putting music over the video bc they’d no doubt be letting out weak gasps and whimpers the entire time <3

jinnie would have such entertaining reactions, you can see the torment all over his pretty face from the very first take. his thick brows scrunch together and he bites down so hard on his lower lip until it swells up and the skin nearly breaks, you’d think he was getting the head of his life instead of just feeling your fingers tease him through his clothes. you’d probably also have to refilm the video a few times to get him to sit still for you bc his body is ridiculously reactive, but it just gets worse every time. once hyune’s gotten worked up, it's hopeless to calm him down again bc he’s hypersensitive to every little touch and gets so in his head, all he can focus on is how badly he needs you to keep touching him. feeling your fingers dance playfully over his bulge and seeing how your pretty nails gleam under the light, he can’t help but start to push his hips into your palm, whining low in his throat thinking abt them wrapped around his cock. a cute lil wet stain might even start to seep through his sweatpants <3

jeongin would love (and hate) this trend the most out of all the boys hehe i think he’d really go crazy whenever you get your nails done bc this boy lives for the aesthetics. he’d already be admiring them w stars in his eyes and might even get a lil touchy just to hold your fingers in his hands and run his pads over the fresh coat. so when you innocently ask him to film a video w you, he’d agree without question…only for him to realize a split second too late what ur evil plan really is. he'd sound so cute and clueless the moment it dawns on him, stammering out a sudden "w-wait, like that!?” but as soon as he catches sight of your fingers resting over his crotch, his brain turns to mush and he forgets how to speak. he’d be giggling breathlessly a lot like channie bc doesn’t know what else to do, and getting him to keep his legs from closing in on each other is a lost cause. he’d let out the cutest wail of embarrassment when he realizes how turned on he’s gotten, hiding behind his hands and huffing abt what a perv you are…which ofc you spin back around on him bc he’s the one who looks ready to ruin his underwear over some nails 🥰 he’s so irresistible when he gets flustered like that though, so you make it up to him by giving him the perfect view of your new nails sliding up and down his dick. he’d be so mesmerized by the sight and would definitely cum much faster than usual…and since he’s so into it, he can lick his mess off your fingers afterwards too~

[freshmangojuice]

Long after Lister and the Cat are gone, and Rimmer has shut himself down, Kryten is left alone again. Going senile like Holly and suffering with android dementia, he wanders Red Dwarf still trying to keep the ship in order.

Warning: very sad oneshot

Grade 2 dust on the G deck pipes again. Kryten flapped his microfiber dusting cloth and took care of the unsightly dust that had settled on the oxygen pipes that run along the corridor. Such details were important. Five minutes later— or was it ten? He’d have to recalibrate his internal clock. His cloth was now significantly blackened, he would have to make his way to the laundry for it to join the next load. It was just two decks down. All he had to do was get to the Xpress Lift at the end of the corridor and head down. It couldn’t be simpler. Big jerky steps took him along the guiding yellow line on the floor that led to the lift.

He was following the yellow line. Definitely the yellow line. Just like Dorothy. It was patchy in places and crossed over the green and red lines in several places. It was a right mess. They were meant to be directional, somebody was going to get lost if they tried following these to get to where they’re trying to be. Those lines need to be repainted. The skutters should be able to take care of that. Kryten stopped his walk to quickly program a reminder for himself to organise the repainting.

Kryten had always related to the tin man, but the scarecrow in need of a brain was who he felt more like these days. He wasn’t sure why, isn’t this how things have always been? That was a 20th century film. What was it called again? He wondered why he even had the information on disk. Who would have shown it to him?

Humming the tune to ‘follow the yellow brick road’ as he carefully stepped on the patchy and wonky yellow line, what Kryten wasn’t aware of in that moment, was that he had painted those wonky lines 10 days ago.

His mind was confused. He forgot things, he got lost and turned around, things that should be familiar sometimes scared him. He hadn’t always been like this. 4 and a half million years ago he was top of the range exquisite technology. His head was packed with RAM and memory far larger than any mechanoid before. Now his components were failing him. He’d long-since run out of spare parts, with no materials to replace them. Maybe it was one too many corrupt files he’d had to scrub from his harddrive. Maybe it was a scorched circuit somewhere, or a screw loose. Maybe it was because he was so, so old. His system computer hadn’t updated his status in a very long time, he wasn’t aware of what was wrong, so that meant that nothing was wrong.

The Xpress Lift parted its doors and Kryten took his robotic jerky steps inside.

‘Where to?’ asked the lift.

Kryten stood there for a few moments, calculating and examining, scanning his surroundings for clues. He’d already forgotten about heading to the laundry, even with the dirty cloth still in his hand.

"Do excuse me," he said politely to the lift, "I seem to have taken a wrong turn. I will not be needing your services right this moment," and he stepped back out of the lift. He looked at the thick, flat, intertwining breadths of colour on the floor. It looked like a muddled bag of jelly snakes all wrapped around each other, and the longer he looked at them the more muddled they became. Kryten shook his head to recalibrate his eyes. He could’ve sworn he’d seen the snakes wriggling.

There were toilets further up the corridor, and Kryten ignored the jelly snake lines as he went back the way he came to get to them.

These toilets were never dirty, never clogged. It was as if nobody ever used them. That can’t be. There had to be a crew using them every day.

Hold on. 

Where was the crew? 

Kryten’s internal cooling fans started to spin faster. 

The ship had a crew, it did. He remembered Miss Anne. She had big black hair, it got everywhere, he was always cleaning it up. But he hadn’t seen her or her hair for a long time. Hadn’t she died? Hadn’t they all died?

The noise of the fans spinning as he overheated buzzed through his body.

Yes, yes. She had died. She was on the Nova 5. They had crashed and the humans had died. Then he was alone. He’s still alone. How long had he been alone?

No, no. He was a mechanoid. He wasn’t supposed to feel alone, he wasn’t supposed to feel anything.

So why did he?

He couldn’t remember breaking his programming, nor could he remember who it was that helped him do it. The name of the ship he was on, and had been on for over a million years eluded him. The only companions he knew of now were the last remaining skutters. The only voices he heard were automated. There was nothing left to remind him of how much it meant to him to be a person. There was no one to look after, no one to joke with. Kryten had lost his friends and lost himself long ago.

[pearls-and-vignettes]

Spaceway 70 - Anna

The makeshift cell has a steel table and chair—like in old detective films. He reconfigured the room lock with a passkey only he knows, though he doesn't know how to turn off its failsafe.

With a shudder in the station, the lights turn off for a moment, and a different set of colder lights take their place, dimly. I walk through the now-unlocked door and into the hallway outside. A wall panel confirms my fears.

[Alert: Hull breach in multiple sectors | Primary power offline | Check workteam communications for further instructions]

He's scared. Worse than that, he's scared and paranoid. Pablo has the fear from another life of destruction and bloodshed in him. Maybe it's warranted—I couldn't say. Only he knows his past.

Out in the next sector I finally see someone. Two new guys, lazing on some hallway chairs.

"Anna!" One of them says brightly.

"Good evenin'," I float back.

"Quite hot in here?"

"Aye," I say tersely "A waste reactor's nearby. Makes heat. Ventilation won't be turned on 'till someone turns it on."

"Then who will?" The other man says, daftly.

"We don't waste power on climate control when there's a big hole in the ship."

Another pause, the two men look at each other. It's possible they have thoughts going through their heads, though that's difficult to confirm.

"Aren't you two supposed to be working this emergency?"

"Haven't got an assignment yet," One of them replies whilst the other is still taken aback by my question, almost falling off his chair. A moment, then he too regains his composure.

"Keep your pagers out, lads," I bark, wanting to laugh. I puff my chest and walk with intent, into the next room.

I enter my quarters to the right; a modest room, yet a little more spacious than most. To my left, a workbench with some parts scattered around a broken network module, and my PDA.

[Hello, Anna]

[32.061]

[[%% DIRECT COM %%]]

[Notice - There seems to be a system outage; operating in P2P mode | Ten unopened messages - Priority: Low - Three unopened messages - Priority: Medium - Five unopened messages - Priority: High]

I punch in my code.

[=-= Carol F. =-=]

[CUR.32.050 > L | You got your PDA on you?]

[CUR.32.053 > M | Of course he took it. Meet me at central processing when you can -- they hit deep and I need welding done. All the fabricators are out patching the hull.]

[CUR.32.057 > H | A big chunk of power routing is out. I paged John for a fabricator or two but he says he's tied up. Please be here ASAP!]

[=-= Pablo C. =-=]

[CUR.32.049 > H | ==TO GROUPS: W.G. LEADERS, SPECIALISTS, ADMIN== | Attention -- we have been attacked -- this is a matter I will handle personally -- communicate emergency plans with your workgroups.]

[=-= Jonathan L. =-=]

[CUR.32.055 > H | I know you're busy. We need to patch an LS manifold. I have a fabricator to spare. Just ping me when you're free.]

[CUR.32.057 > M | On top of that, all the cable to kitchens is out. I have a few workers patching it up but we need you for some tight wiring.]

No rest for me. I grab my toolbag from the foot of my bed and run to a utility closet in the hallway. The reserve welding cart creaks from disuse as I roll it toward me, yet it still seems to work just the same. I dust off some goggles and shove them in a pocket as I make for Carol.

Eventually, I arrive at central processing, winded from running with so much stuff. Carol is buried deep in her assistant, probably typing out one communication after another.

"God, this thing is so slow!"

"I'm here..?"

"Yes. Hi, Anna," she finishes another message before she finally looks up, "Let's fix this thing so I'm not stuck on peer to peer."

She moves to the wall, which holds an impressive array of cooling pipes and circuits. Indicator lights flash off and on erratically whilst a monitor spits out warning after warning. At the far end, away from the corner where she started, there is a series of busted conduits supposed to hold thick cable against a hastily repaired wall.

"Here, where the cables go into this contactor array."

She pries the panel off the array's enclosure and exposes a beautiful mess of small, printed traces and goliath cables interfacing with one another. The leftmost portion of this box has severed wire and shattered boards.

"I isolated this module from the rest of the processor. And there's no voltage through the cables." She hands me a drawing and walks to an electrical cart. "Just replace the broken components. It doesn't have to be pretty." The cart, being twice the size of mine, is filled with wires of all gauges, components of all kinds, a work surface with a solderer, and has board printing capabilities. "All the files you might need are on that printer."

"Got it," I reply.

She looks back to her PDA and her eyes betray her exasperation, briefly. "I'll be back in a few to turn it on and debug," she shouts whilst having one foot already out the door. I grab a screwdriver and begin to pull away at the broken components. When they don't budge, I pull out the angle grinder. Rinse and repeat.

At least I have a simple life...

[herrlindemann]

Sonic Seducer, December 2015

Thanks to ramjohn for the scans!

What's 32 cm high, weighs 3.5 kilos and contains 14 discs? Rammstein fans probably already know the answer: it's “XXI - The Vinyl Box Set”, a big box set that will enable the Berlin band to look back over their 20-year career in early December. Even if the band's website recently announced a meaningful "It goes on” [“Es geht weite”], the fact that all the sextet's works will soon be available in record form for your personal collection comes just at the right moment: "XXI - The Vinyl Box Set" contains all the studio albums on double vinyl, from "Herzeleid" to "Liebe Ist Für Alle Da", and adds two LPs with previously unreleased tracks and versions as well as "Raritäten". So it's interesting to review the career of Germany's most internationally popular band since Kraftwerk, from their early days as a band with a martial R roll, to their export successes filling arenas and stadiums around the world.

Of course, no one was expecting such resounding success when Rammstein was formed in Berlin at the end of 1993, from members of East German bands The Inchtabokatables and Feeling B, among others. The first album from 1995, “Herzeleid”, was a bombshell: some drew parallels with the sound and image of over-identification and pseudo-fascist totalitarianism of Slovenia's Laibach. Others suspected Rammstein were the counterpart to Die Krupps, the electro-metal band that was enjoying huge success at the time. The first sign of life from their Motor Music label was the promotional CD of the song “Du riechst so gut”, the mix of thick synthetic groove, brutal industrial metal and powerful male vocals was immediately on everyone's lips and in everyone's ears. “Herzeleid" barely cracked the top 100 album charts when it was released, but a growing audience began to take an interest in these Berliners when they opened for Project Pitchfork, among others. Even cult director David Lynch took notice and chose the songs "Rammstein" and "Heirate mich" for the soundtrack to his film "Lost Highway" — in the US too, Rammstein made an early name for themselves, soon to become a fixture on the international (industrial) metal circuit. "Herzeleid" laid an impressive cornerstone in this respect.

“Herzeleid” (1995)

The first album opens with a song that quickly became a crowd favourite: "Wollt ihr bas Bett in Flammen sehen" introduces massive guitar punches and a bubbling electronic base. What's more, Till Lindemann repeats the band's name so often that no-one can ignore who's playing. The album already shows the extent of the Berliners' palette: the opener and hits like “Du Riechst So Gut” and “Asche Zu Asche” are set against “Seemann”, a ballad that proves Rammstein can slow down the pace without losing any of their intensity. But “Herzeleid” is most legendary for its brutality — admittedly, there's nothing on the album, musically speaking, that Oomph! hasn't mastered, but the gigantic staging of itself and the overflowing pathos give Rammstein its own signature right from the start.

"I find the 'Herzeleid' cover so bad that I can't watch it anymore.” — Richard Kruspe (1999)

Rammstein made a big impression on metal, industrial and electro fans with just one record, as demonstrated by the single "Engel", which stormed the charts before the release of their second album "Sehnsucht". After “Herzeleid” frightened uninformed listeners with songs about scandalous subjects such as necrophilia, sexual violence and plane crashes, the “Engel” music video turned out to be a more or less explicit homage to “From Dusk Till Dawn”. But the controversy was over the cover of “Sehnsucht”, by Austrian extreme artist Gottfried Helnwein, who fitted the members' faces with surgical instruments — so the similarities with the artwork for Scorpions' 1982 album “Blackout”, also by Helnwein, were not coincidental. The second single, "Du Hast", also made it into the German top 10, and Rammstein took the top spot in the album chart with "Sehnsucht". Abroad, particularly in the United States, a similar success was beginning to be felt: "Sehnsucht" won a golden record there and continued to sell well, going platinum record at a later date. A year later, Rammstein were represented with their cover of Depeche Mode's "Stripped" on the tribute compilation "For The Masses" — alongside international acts such as The Smashing Pumpkins, The Cure and Deftones. The fact that the Berliners used scenes from Leni Riefenstahl films in the video not only earned them accusations of right-wing extremism, but could also be seen as a clever provocation. Rammstein denied any fascist tendencies, however, and soon after went on a "Family Values" tour across the United States with Korn, Limp Bizkit, Orgy and Ice Cube. By then they had become stars.

“Sehnsucht” (1997)

With “Engel” and “Du hast”, Rammstein had already scored hits before the release of their second album, and this one did not disappoint. So it's hardly surprising that the song “Tier” was so clearly inspired by Die Krupps' “The Dawning Of Doom” that Jürgen Engler received the copyright after the fact. In terms of content, the band also goes all the way: incest and the resulting parricide, sado-masochistic sexual practices and female genitalia craving cunnilingus are all hot topics — and with “Klavier”, we also find a legitimate successor to “Seemann”. Sales of "Sehnsucht" have long since topped the 2 million mark.

Rammstein in Mexico 1999

Needless to say, Rammstein have not given up in the face of this phenomenal success: ever since the band toured Central and South America with Kiss and Soulfy in 1999, the qualities of these men with showmanship skills have been known there too. With the first retrospective of their work "Live aus Berlin", the first phase of their creative process came to an end shortly before the turn of the millennium, and after a concert at the Fuji Rock Festival in faraway Japan, Rammstein tackled their third album. And, of course, the band didn't think to get rid of its provocative habit, even though singer Till and keyboardist Flake Lorenz had been arrested two years earlier in Massachusetts for simulating anal sex on stage and spraying themselves with artificial sperm on the song "Bück dich". Instead of being sexually explicit, the 'Mutter' album polarised attention with its cover illustration of an allegedly dead foetus. Nevertheless, Flake shakes his head about his arrest and the allegedly evil band Rammstein in an interview with Der Spiegel magazine: "What are they blaming us for? That we dare to use words like 'ficken' and 'Fotze'? That's what every hip-hopper does these days". Especially since “Mutter”, with the song “Links 2 3 4”, effectively distanced the band from the accusations of fascism that the worried media were constantly calling for. An important album for this reason too.

"Mutter" (2001)

Could this be the reason why Rammstein tribute band Die Bestien were originally called “Mama ist die Bestie”? In any case, the pleasure of listening to bestiality is once again guaranteed on "Mutter", as the opening track "Mein herz brennt" already indicates, with its thunderous orchestral guitar. The Swedish director Lukas Moodysson featured this piece prominently in his tragic drama film "Lilya 4-Ever". What's more, with the right-turn rejection of “Links 2 3 4”, the electronically infiltrated mass delirium of “Ich will”, the suggested cloning insult of the title track and “Rein raus”, which calls for abdominal activity, there's enough to cause a stir, if not outrage. Not at all revolting: “Mutter” also topped the charts — like every Rammstein album since “Sehnsucht”.

In the meantime, Rammstein had reached the centre of metal society, as evidenced by the award for "Best International Live Act" at the Kerrang! Awards 2002. While the band were working on their fourth album, the three-hour DVD “Lichtspielhaus” kept the audience on their toes: it contained all the video clips shot so far, plus a few making-of and various concert highlights, recorded at shows in Sydney and Rock am Ring among others. A deep breath before the next album, “Reise Reise”, whose cover depicts a flight recorder. If you rewind the CD before the first track, you hear the last radio messages from a Japanese airliner that crashed, killing over 500 people. Other provocations were not long in coming: the theme of the single "Mein teil" was the criminal case of Armin Meiwes, who had gained dubious notoriety as the cannibal of Rothenburg, and for some uninformed listeners, lines like "Weiche teile und auch harte / Stehen auf der Speisekarte" were already too much. Keyboardist Flake couldn't understand the excitement on this track either: "Doing a song about something that's really happened, I think that's the most normal thing in the world! Nobody complains to the presenter of the 'Tagesschau' about the alarming news he reads either!" For Rammstein, on the other hand, the attention paid to the unsavoury anthropophagy affair was anything but normal, given that at the time the war in Iraq had just been approved without the national media being overly concerned. A context in which the hateful praise of “Amerika” took on a whole new meaning.

"Reise, Reise" (2004)

This record definitely propelled Rammstein to the top of the list of most successful German bands abroad — it was ranked in the top 10 in nearly 20 countries, and number one in five of them. The “Bundesprüfstelle für jugendgefährdende Medien” (Federal Office for the Supervision of Media Harmful to Young Persons) could do nothing better with "Mein Teil" than ban the video clip, which is not very tactful in night-time rotation — a half-hearted sanction which Rammstein accepted with a shrug of the shoulders. Surprisingly, the band not only responded with musical crudeness, but also with dark, romantic, sometimes bluesy songs like “Los” and “Ohne dich”, and also with some ferocious and bizarre visual humour: in the video for “Keine lust”, the members appear extremely overweight and take the song about lack of energy and saturation to the extreme. But the truth is, Rammstein are far from fed up.

As benefits a band that subsequently sells out four concerts in a row at the Parkbühne in Berlin's Wuhlheide. And this time, it didn't take Rammstein long to recharge : so many songs remained from the “Reise, Reise” recording session that the sextet quickly returned to the studio to finish “Reise Reise Vol. 2”. But as the band doesn't like the idea of a musical residue, the new opus is finally called “Rosenrot” and not only continues the sound of its predecessor, but also takes new directions : The relatively tender experimental ballad "Stirb nicht vor mir" ("Don't Die Before I Do") features Texas singer Sharleen Spiteri in a duet with Till Lindemann, and "Feuer und Wasser" refers to Friedrich Schiller's poem "Der Taucher". Drummer Christoph Schneider sums it up : "We knew we'd recorded too many quiet songs for “Reise Reise”. That's why we were aware, when writing "Rosenrot", that we needed to compose some slightly harder material to round it all off". "Rosenrot" was not, however, completed by a tour, and performances in the United States, Mexico and Asia fell through due to the long-term illness of keyboardist Flake.

"We had no desire at all to produce this theoretical music on the computer. In contrast to "Mutter", this album is very hand-played." — Flake Lorenz

"Rosenrot" (2005)

The direct successor to “Reise Reise” is certainly not the most surprising album in Rammstein's discography — the punchy but familiar introductory single “Benzin” proves that right from the start. "Mann gegen mann" also rocks straight ahead and is once again only genuine with a video clip that was belatedly banished to the night hours, for which "Spun" director Jonas Akerlund has staged the band naked and had equally undressed men jostling each other. But on “Rosenrot”, Rammstein can also do things differently, orchestrating the Spanish song “Te Quiero Puta” with mariachi brass and ending the album with the modest title “Ein lied” — dedicated to all Rammstein fans. It's likely that some of them felt concerned. 

"A situation that was completely new to us until then : writing songs from the nights in a very short time. There were many doubts within the band as to whether we could produce good quality songs in such a short time." — Oliver Riedel about "Rosenrot"

The breaks between albums became longer : apart from the live DVD "Völkerball", which was released in 2006, Rammstein disappeared from the scene for a while after "Rosenrot". But as usual, the band came back with a bang in 2009. But this was without taking into account the suspicions of the Bundesprüfstelle für jugendgefährdende Medien (Federal Office for the Control of Media Harmful to Young Person), which quickly placed the fifth album, “Liebe Ist Für Alle Da”, on the blacklist. What had happened ? Well, the song “Ich tu dir weh” appealed to sadomasochistic fantasies, which is hardly surprising in the Rammstein context, but was enough to warrant a blacklisting. The band expressed their dismay at the censorship, and much of the press sided with the band and against the authorities. "Spiegel" even imagined a fictitious and absurd round table discussion on the subject between the Minister for the Family, the band members and popular music star Florian Silbereisen. But you'd have thought the problem lay elsewhere, because the single “Pussy”, which pokes fun at German sex tourists abroad, lent itself much better to controversy. In the video, shot once again by Jonas Akerlund, the members of the band appeared without hesitation as hardcore pornographic actors — the fact that they were dubbed in the end did nothing to detract from the scandalous nature of the clip. According to guitarist Richard Kruspe, the initial impetus for this sultry little film came from the director, who sent an e-mail to the band with the words "Let's make a revolution! Let's shoot a porn!" And that's just the way it is : policing morals has never had any effect on the big boys of Rammstein.

"Liebe Ist Für Alle Da" (2009)

"Das Warten hat ein Ende / Leigt euer Ohr einer Legende" — the opening words of Rammstein's sixth album, which has once again lost none of its metallic power, textual provocation or musical versatility. As well as the catchy, almost cheeky "Pussy" and the hyperactive mosher "Ich Tu Dir Weh", the band pay tribute to Edit Piaf's "Non, Je ne regrette rien" on "Frühling in Paris" and draw heavily on the "Moritat von Mackie Messer" from Bertolt Brecht's "Dreigroschenoper" for "Haifisch". Admittedly, due to the aforementioned blacklisting, the song could only be sold to major customers for a short time, but a watered-down version of the offending track followed. Needless to say, by this time “Liebe Ist Für Alle Da” had already climbed the charts and Rammstein were still the most popular German band — both at home and abroad.

Rammstein 2014 in der Volksbühne

A lot has happened since the release of "Liebe Ist Für Alle Da": Rammstein were invited to the Wacken Open Air for the first time in 2013 — and didn't miss out on performing the song "Sonne" with Heino, who had covered it on his "Mit freundlichen Grüßen" covers album. Richard Kruspe lives again in Berlin and in 2014 presented his second Emigrate album "Silent So Long" with a lot of noise and the participation of Marilyn Manson and Jonathan Davis of Korn. Till Lindemann made common cause with Swedish metalhead Peter Tägtgren under the name Lindemann on the "Skills in Pills" album. And the announcement at the beginning of the article, "It goes on !", gives us hope that album number seven won't be too long in coming. In the meantime, let's listen to Rammstein's discography in detail once again — with "XXI - The Vinyl Box Set", of course, a luxurious package of power that Santa Claus will have trouble transporting. "If we had put more emphasis on the live structure, then some things could have been a bit better, harder, more beautiful! And yet I'm simply happy that we've succeeded in making this record!" - Richard Kruspe about "Liebe Ist Für Alle Da"

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Thick-film conductive ink suitable for large-area, large-current printed electronics

A thick-film, electrically conductive ink suitable for printing electronic circuits and sensors on the surfaces of films and other substrates to manufacture printed electronics has been jointly developed by NIMS, Sumitomo Metal Mining Co., Ltd. (based in Minato City, Tokyo), N.E. CHEMCAT CORPORATION (based in Minato City, Tokyo) and Priways Co., Ltd. (a NIMS-founded startup based in Tsukuba, Ibaraki). Printed electronics are manufactured using additive methods (i.e., electronic circuits are directly printed on the surfaces of substrates) rather than conventional subtractive electronics manufacturing (i.e., metallic films are first deposited on substrate surfaces and unnecessary film regions are then removed to form circuits). The additive method uses less metallic materials than the subtractive method, making it more environmentally friendly and inexpensive. In addition, the additive method can be used to print electronic circuits on the surfaces not only of rigid substrates but also flexible ones. Because of these advantages, the additive method is expected to serve as an effective wiring technique for use in next-generation device fabrication.

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[jet-bradley]

re: my tags on that earlier post, everything ive written about this is staying in the drafts, but it's a sfw headcanon in and of itself so im just gonna post it

i respect people who write larger circuits as being more sensitive, but personally, i think smaller circuits are more sensitive. there's two reasons for this:

(1) this isn't really a thing in the original film, but in both 2.0 and legacy, armored programs feature thick, heavily-defined circuits on said armor. even programs/isos with thin, complex circuits wear really thick circuits on their actual clothing. like, look at jet's and mercury's armor:

all of jet's smallest circuits are underneath his armor; you can see them on his leg below his leg armor, and on his midriff right below his chestplate/grid combat vest. his biggest circuits are on his armor and on the edges of it. if ma3a brought in jet to force him to fight for the encom system, why would she put his most sensitive circuit - his identity mark - in the center of his CHEST on his armor?

mercury doesn't have enough armor in general but like... the armor she has has some of her thickest circuits. why would she render with her most sensitive circuits on her knees? does that not sound super painful to anyone else?

(2) the amount of resistance a wire has is inversely proportional to the cross-sectional area of the circuit... so if all of the circuits are the same depth, like they've been printed/carved into the armor, the circuits with capacity to carry more current are gonna be the largest. that means the smallest circuits will have more of a tendency to overheat, maybe even acting like resistors? i think this would translate to programs being more sensitive where they have smaller circuits than in their larger ones.

it kind of explains why a program's largest circuits are placed on their armor and places they're going to be like. getting snagged by discs, or at the very least, places where strangers can just like, touch lol

like, people seem to write in a way that aligns with this, but not many people are consistent about it, so i thought i'd post this lmao. sorry for the tron circuit headcanons on main

[lookmomiwrite]

TW: Unreality

Do You Ever Get the Feeling that You’re Being Watched?

You know that feeling you get when you're alone, after you've turned off all the lights in the house and you head to bed? When you feel as if you're being watched? When your breathing slows so that whatever presence your subconscious believes is lurking in the dark can't hear you? When you start to see figures and faces in the shadows - illusions created by your mind to justify the panic you're feeling, to tell you "you shouldn't be here?"

I'm here to tell you that you are being watched. That there is something hiding in the darkness of your home. Watching you... Listening.

I'll tell you my story.

I was marathoning horror films in my living room, my nightmare marathon as I like to call it. The lights were off of course. Only the soft glow of the TV screen illuminated the room surrounding me. It was the perfect Saturday night. The only thing missing was my girlfriend. It didn't bother me much. She hated scary movies and her clinging to me would rip me out of the immersion of whatever I was watching. She would force me stop any movie at the sight of the smallest bit of gore. That meant no Texas Chainsaw Massacre, no The Human Centipede, no Cabin Fever, and none of the Saw series. It was much better without her and her whining. Watching gory horror films in the dark, alone, was so much more fun.

I live in a nice house in the woods. My neighbors' houses were spread out and at night you couldn't see anything past the trees. No lights. No sounds. All alone. A perfect way to experience the best in horror.

I already watched The Shining, The Sixth Sense and was almost done with The Grudge (2004). It was the iconic scene where the croaking Onryō crawls down the stairs as the main protagonist watches, dragging her boyfriend's limp body to the door. The scene had just cut to the little boy at the stair railing when the power in my house went out. I snapped back into reality.

The moon dimly lit my living room through the sliding glass door and it was the only source of light now. Discontent with the sudden loss of my nightly entertainment, I gazed at the moonlit forest.

I was watching the gentle swaying of trees in the distance when that feeling slammed into me. The hairs on the back of my neck rose sharply and chills raced down my back. I instantly broke out into a cold sweat. It's a feeling that everyone knows. My senses sharpened and I thought I could hear a light shuffle in the kitchen behind me. I turned slowly, afraid to alert whatever it was but it was nothing. It's always nothing, isn't it? We work ourselves up, fearing the unknown, only for it to be nothing.

I can't see my neighbors' houses from mine so there was no way for me to know if the power outage existed beyond my home. It's not uncommon; I live in rural Idaho and the infrastructure out here is always breaking down. I decided to check the circuit breakers for my house. With any luck, I'd just have to flip a few switches and I'd be back to watching evil spirits indiscriminately kill whomever unknowingly stepped into their domain.

I lived out here long enough to know that you don't go outside at night without a gun, no matter how quick you'll be. There were always bears, mountain lions, and other wildlife lurking in the shadows. I went upstairs, got my shotgun, and headed to the garage. It was tough finding my way through a house blanketed in darkness.

I opened up the front door and the smell of moist air rushed into my nostrils. A storm was coming and the trees pulsed with the wind. I looked up and the moon was covered by a thick layer of clouds now. It was always nice to be outside in the moonlight. Once your eyes were adjusted to the darkness it was easy to see and the darkness of the night was always calming but it would take a while longer to adjust with the moon covered.

I headed out to the breaker box, soaking in the cool air and the fresh, floral smell a thunderstorm brings with it. All the breakers looked fine... It was just the monthly power outage we had to endure no matter how much money the government gave the power company for infrastructure. I decided to stop for a moment to enjoy the night before the rain would keep me inside.

I was looking just beyond my property line in my backyard when something caught my eye. The shadow of a face? It looked eerily like my girlfriend. I thought maybe she was trying to pull a prank on me and scare me while I was watching movies. Maybe she decided to skip out on her plans and come hang out with me. Maybe she saw that the power was out and knew I'd be sitting there on the couch, right where I always was. She had the perfect view of my living room from where she was laying in the grass.

I decided I was going to mess with her and act as if I didn't see her hiding. I walked around the corner towards the back door, pretending to be oblivious to my surroundings. The silhouette tracked me as I moved yet remained unmoving like the eyes of a painting as you walk past. My hair stood on end. Blood rushed through my veins as my heart pounded faster and faster. I turned toward the grass and could still see the face staring. It didn't move against the swaying background of grass.

I could feel my breath stop as I raised my flashlight to get a better look.

A loud bang behind me stole my attention. It came from the far end of my living room, near the stairs. In the split second I looked into my home, whatever I had seen outside was gone. The wind had picked up and I couldn't tell where I was looking before. I tried to go inside but the door was locked. I don't know why I thought it would be unlocked.

I called out my girlfriend's name, "Ariel! I know you're out there trying to scare me!"

No response.

I stared at the grass for minutes, trying to figure out what I was seeing. I let out a quiet laugh. I mean, why on Earth would my girlfriend be hiding in the grass outside my house. It was 11:30 at night, she was afraid of spooky ghosts in movies, and she was out with her friend to celebrate her friend's birthday. There's no way she would come over to my house and build up enough courage to hide in the grass to scare me. It was probably just a raccoon or some other animal.

We always have to justify our fear. It's a reminder that we don't see reality for what it really is. Our brains just do their best to interpret the signals our eyes and ears send it. Even still, rational thoughts don't block that uneasy feeling. I hurried back around the house to the front door and quickly closed it behind me as I stepped inside.

I had barely sat down on my bed when my smart doorbell sent a notification to my phone. I finally relented and bought one after countless commercials about them. They were "smart technology", the "internet of things." I don't care how smart they are. They're not smart enough to work when the power is out.

I checked my phone as my heart throbbed. I opened the doorbell app. The video feed was out but I could hear the audio, a faint whine. I was trying to figure out what was making the sound when I received a call from Ariel.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Jason! I'm pulling up to your house now, we called the night early. Emma had too much to drink."

She was as cheery as usual and didn't sound the least bit drunk. I was surprised. I figured she would have been drinking the whole night as well.

"Ok, great! I'll come down and open the front door. The power went out so I had to cut movie night short."

"Okay! See you sooooon," she squealed.

It was strange, she said she was pulling up to my house now but looking out the window, I didn't see her car anywhere along the driveway. It didn't even sound like she was driving. She usually talks to me on speaker phone and I always get annoyed at the background noise. Her car is old and makes way too much noise. I heard a knock on the door and thought she must have been parked on the side of the house.

Another notification from my smart doorbell popped up. She knocked again as I rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs just in front of the door. Gripping the door knob, I looked through the eyehole expecting to see a smiling Ariel but nothing was there.

My heart skipped a beat as I pulled away from the door. In the corner of my eye I caught a shadow floating past the window in the room next to me. Again the hairs on my neck stood up and my breathing slowed. Normally, I wouldn't feel so uneasy from a small prank but I had been on edge all night and Ariel's antics weren't very amusing.

I picked up my phone and called her.

"Jaaaaashhhhhonnnn!" She answered, slurring her words.

"Ariel I know you're hiding around the corner, I saw your shadow in the window." I could hear music in the background, the thumping of bass and muffled yells.

"Whaat? I'm out with Emma and Sherry! Shtop being annoying." She was obviously drunk and not outside my home. I could feel my gut tighten and my eyes dilate at the realization.

"You just called me and told me you were done for the night and pulling up to my house. What are you doing?" There was a long pause before she answered.

"I never called you, Jashon. We're shtill at the bar and I'm staying the night at Emma'sh. I have to go, it's too hard to hear you. I'll call you when I get to her house".

I could hear Tony's voice in the background when she hung up. I told her she wasn't allowed to see him anymore, I never liked the way he talked to her and now she was going to cause yet another fight between her and I.

When the call ended, I received another doorbell notification. My stomach dropped and I froze. The last of the air in my lungs evacuated. The storm was getting closer and the wind became louder. I thought I could make out a whisper, "Jaassonnn" in a gust of wind. I moved slowly to the door and hesitantly peeked through the eyehole. Nothing.

It was darker now. Thick black clouds blotted out the light from the Moon and rain began to downpour. Living in the country meant feeling uneasy. It meant seeing and hearing unfamiliar things. It's just how life is when you're all alone in the middle of nature. I was used to the paranoia of this lifestyle but this felt different.

It was getting late and the storm meant the power would be out quite a bit longer. I decided it was time to lock up and head to bed. The power would be on by the time I woke up. I turned and started to walk to the back door. I was going to double check all the locks like I normally do.

As I approached the back door, I noticed it was unlocked. It should have been locked. I didn't unlock it. I looked up and in the grass just beyond my property was the same familiar face. It was darker now. I had to stare to make out the silhouette and the soft shadows across its surface.

Electric chills exploded from the back of my neck and raced down my spine. Every signal from my brain told me "you shouldn't be here."

I quickly latched the door shut, closed the blinds, sprinted up the stairs, and slammed my bedroom door shut. Sometimes I could hear the light patter of footsteps on the floor below me and the whistle of the wind that sounded too alive at times.

I sat at the edge of the bed with my back pressed firmly against the wall. I watched in horror as my bedroom door creaked open and a woman walked across my room. She sat at my desk and muttered something to herself while my body froze rigidly in place.

My instincts told me that I had to leave at that moment. I slowly rose from the bed and crept towards the door stepping lighter than I ever thought possible. As I moved past the woman and through the door, she jolted upright with her head fixated towards me.

I rushed down the stairs but slipped on the last step. I heard the woman in my room call out, "Robert! Is that you?"

I tried to get up but the floor was slick and I couldn't gain any traction. I looked down and I was lying in a pool of blood. There was a trail that led to the back door. I scrambled to my feet as the front door started to open and I ran towards my only exit, the back door.

The moon was no longer hidden by the clouds and I could see the trail of blood leading into the tall grass. I was drawn to it. As I walked closer I could make out a body. Ariel's body.

I started to hyperventilate as I tried to grasp the gravity of what I was seeing. There was another body next to hers - a man's. A wave of calmness washed over me. Lightning flashed overhead and my reality changed in an instant. I remembered everything. It was as if I finally woke up from a foggy dream.

***

Ariel came home around 2am after celebrating Emma's birthday. She was sobbing outside the front door in a state of drunken stupor. She confessed to cheating on me that night. Well, not exactly. In her lack of sobriety, she became a bit too flirty with Tony. He tried to get her away from Emma and take her to his house but she rejected him. No matter how many times she said no to him, he only became increasingly agitated. Emma was able to get Ariel away from him when he became aggressive. She called me shortly after and told me she was coming home early that night.

As she broke down in tears, she told me that Tony had followed her in his car but he swerved off the road before turning down my driveway. I sat her down on the couch and gave her a glass of water while I went to get my phone to call the police. I was still searching for my phone when Tony started to pound on my back door.

I rushed to my gun safe... Glass shattered downstairs... I unlocked my safe... Ariel screamed again... Every one of my senses focused on one goal, to protect her. I took out my shotgun, loaded three slugs as I ran out of the room. My vision narrowed to a pinpoint as I lept down the stairs but I was too late.

As I landed on the last step of the stairs there was a loud bang. My ears began to ring and I collapsed to the ground. My vision started to fade as I watched two boots walk past. Tony picked up my shotgun and walked out the back door. It felt as if hours had passed, though I know it couldn't have been more than 30 seconds from the moment I was shot to the moment he left my home.

The ringing in my ears subsided and I could hear Ariel again. It was barely a whimper. I gathered every bit of strength left in my body and crawled to my back door. Every movement was agony. Every lunge I made reminded me how close I was to death.

She was lying just beyond the edge of my backyard, in the tall grass that marked where my home meets the wilderness. As I laid there, only a few feet away from her, she let out a final whisper, "Jaassonnn." The world went black.

***

I've relived that night over and over and over in torment, as if I were being punished for not acting sooner. A nightmare so lucid that it would be impossible to discern it from reality if it weren't for the world of the living bleeding into the hell I've been entrapped in.

As the anniversary of that night approaches, I become more and more aware of the real world. At least, the world that was once reality for me. Year after year I beg the new inhabitants of my home to find a way to release me from this cycle. Year after year I am left alone, trapped in purgatory. Year after year I gain more control of the real world around me, as if the longer I sit in purgatory, the more I'm rejected by death. I've become much more powerful in the ten years since her death and I'm writing this as a plea to anyone who is reading.

Some are more perceptive than others and my efforts only drive them away. Others only shiver when I walk by. Some scurry up the stairs after they turn off the lights. No matter how they reacted, they always leave. When you feel like something is lurking in the darkness, watching you. When you feel the hairs on your neck rise. When electricity races down your back and commands your body to sprint up the stairs. It may just be a plea for help.

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[adriswrld]

Fem! Reader x Kay Lee Ray/ (currently Alba Fyre)

plot: reader returns from injury to help Rhea and Candice win their Wargames match whilst also rehashing her fued with long time rival Kay Lee Ray pairings: wrestler reader x Kay Lee Ray/ reader x (platonic) Tegan Nox/ Candice LeRae/ Dakota Kai a.n: not a request, just a random drabble I came up with

Y/N let out a sigh as she looked down at the brace around her knee. She had officially been out of action for two months due to a knee sprain injury. She was healing slowly which really annoyed her but she got a call from the doctors that she was finally cleared to wrestle again. She had gotten the injury in her title match with Kay Lee Ray. Aka her own girlfriend. Nobody had a clue they were even dating though as they kept it away from the media, both of them not being huge fans of social media. Of course the only people who know were their friends.

Kayleigh still felt immense guilt from the whole injury but it really wasn't her fault. "So what did they say?" Kayleigh asked, handing Y/N a glass of water. They both lived in London as that's where they filmed NXT UK and despite them wanting to call up Y/N to NXT, she refused. She would only go if Kayleigh was also called up and that would be a long time from now as Kay Lee was the current NXT UK Women's Champion and she planned to keep that for a long time. They call her the forever champion for a reason. Y/N looked down with a sign, pretending it wasn't good news and Kayleigh frowned in guilt.

"Don't frown its not your fault," Y/N said, her thick accent coming out as she set down her glass and gently cupped Kayleigh's face. "If I hadn't shoved you off the turnbuckle so hard then this would've never happened," Kayleigh said. "It's not your fault I landed wrong. Besides, they told me I'm cleared to wrestle!" Y/N said cheerfully and Kayleigh grinned. "Whyd you trick me?! That's so not funny!" Kayleigh said, hugging Y/N in excitement. "It was a little funny." Y/N responded, hugging her girlfriend back with a huge smile.

"So what are you gonna do now? How are you gonna come back?" Kayleigh asked. Y/N had been training so she didn't have any ring rust but she hadn't exactly discussed her return. "I'm not sure I have to talk with Regal about it. Maybe he could fit me into a revenge storyline with you," Y/N shrugged. "Well whatever you do I'm glad it's gonna be with me. I like wrestling you," Kayleigh smirked. Y/N raised her brows at Kayleighs tone, "Oh? Ohhhhhh. I like that to." Before either of them could make a move the doorbell rang and there was pounding on the door.

Kayleigh and Y/N both shared a look before groaning, "Peter."

𓆩♡𓆪

(two months later)

Regal decided he wanted for Y/N to make her return at NXT TakeOver: Wargames. Dakota Kai would be turning heel on her friend Tegan Nox which would leave out two spots in the Wargames match. And as Team Baszler consisted of Shayna Baszler, Io Shirai, Bianca Belair, and Kay Lee Ray, what better than have Y/N make her long awaited return to get revenge on her rival Kay Lee Ray. Y/N thought it was a brilliant idea and everyone backstage was very excited for Y/N to be apart of the first ever Women's Wargames match.

Everyone was very excited to finally work with her as half of them were familiar with her from the indy circuit. A lot of them still didn't know Kayleigh and Y/N were together so it kinda caught them odd guard seeing the two so close and happy around each other. "Wait I'm definitely missing something aren't I?" Tegan asked. They were all rehearsing the Wargames match and even though Tegan and Dakota wouldn't be in it, they were helping pitch any moves and help out. "Missing what?" Y/N asked with a smile, her arm wrapped around Kayleigh's who leaned her head on Y/N's chest with her eyes closed gently. It was still really early in the morning.

"When did this happen? And why wasn't I informed of this?" Dakota butted in with a raise of her brows, looking down at the couple. "Couple months ago. We kinda wanted to keep it out of the media though," Y/N shrugged. Tegan nodded understandingly and Kota gapped, still shocked she wasn't told about it. "Well you two look great together. You're personalities fit perfectly," Candice said, stepping through the ropes of the ring to walk over. Y/N and Kayleigh were sat in the corner of the ring on the mat with Tegan sitting across them and Kota sitting on the middle rope. "Thank you," Y/N said, and Candice gave her a warm smile in return.

"Again, why wasn't I told about this?!" Kota said once again in disbelief. "I did tell you, over the phone remember?" Y/N recalled. "Oh yeah she was drunk that night!" Shayna said, looking up from her phone in the seats. "There's your answer," Y/N said. Kota frowned and Candice patted her shoulder with a chuckle. "Hey Y/N! I just came up with the best idea!" Bianca said, walking over which made Kayleigh open her eyes from how loud Bianca's cheerful shout was. "So I was thinking that when Rhea goes to fight Shayna, Kay Lee jumps from the top rope to get Rhea but instead, you hit her mid air with a garbage can."

Kayleigh groaned not liking the idea of being hit mid air with a metal garage can. "I love that!" Y/N agreed and Bianca went to pitch it to Regal and Triple H. "Wait that's kinda funny. Your own girlfriend is gonna hit ya with a garbage can," Tegan chuckled. Kayleigh rolled her eyes and flipped Tegan off. "So do you have new gear?" Dakota asked. Y/N always wore her ring pants and a ring top and that's all anyone would see her wearing in the ring but she decided to switch it up. "Yeah I finished it a month ago. I'm actually gonna do trunks this time. They're kinda like how Lacey Evans has hers but mine are all black and spandex with a black ring top that my friend Scarlett let me borrow," Y/N said.

Kayleigh then perked up hearing that, "Wait, you're gonna wear shorts? You never wear shorts." Y/N chuckled to herself, "I know but I thought it's time I switch it up. Plus they made my ass look good." Y/N smiled and Kayleigh just gaped at her. "I'm gonna faint when I see you," Kayleigh mumbled, dropping her head back on Y/N's chest. "You're so cute, now I'm jealous," Tegan mumbled with a pout.

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Y/N paced back and forth as she watched the Wargames match going on. Kay Lee took some pretty nasty hits so far so of course Y/N grew concerned. It was hard to tell if she was hurt or not because of how much Kay Lee sold the moves. Y/N wore her gear already and yes, Kayleigh almost faint when she seen her but Tegan kept her steady. Dakota had already turned on her friend Tegan Nox and right now Team Baszler stood tall in the ring. The crowd watched still overwhelmed with Dakota Kai's heel turn.

"You think I didn't have a backup plan? I didn't trust Dakota for a second," Rhea spat at Shayna. They all furrowed their brows and then the lights went out. A second later did Y/N's music hit and the lights flickered back on. The crowd went into a frenzy, everyone screaming and shouting in excited as Y/N walked out with a smile. They did a close up on Kay Lee's face and she was absolutely stunned. "No no no no no," Kay Lee mumbled under her breath in disbelief. Y/N smirked and pointed at Kay Lee, "I'm backkkkk!" Y/N grinned, pulling off her jacket and sprinting down the ramp. Unfortunately Kay Lee and Io ran to the cage door and held it closed to Y/N couldn't enter.

Y/N groaned and then ran to the end of the cage (where Io did the moonsault). Y/N then began to climb the huge cage to the top. Candice and Rhea managed to get the team down and Candice laid out Kay Lee on the metal chairs. Y/N stood on the top of the steel cage and let out a shaky breath before falling forward into a Swanton Bomb onto KLR. The crowd was in absolute shock of what just happened. Y/N groaned and did a small check on Kay Lee before letting Candice pull her up. Y/N, Rhea and Candice all shared a hug and talked about their game plan.

"Let's win this shit."

[survivall]

in honor of this being my last busy week with event season at work and my eagerness to get moving on writing over here, here's a shortlist of verses/aus on this blog with two-sentence summaries of each:

main/default. jordan riley has graduated from rothfield and is eager to leave the massacre behind her and move forward with her life. she packs her bags and heads for the big apple with big dreams of making it to broadway before that spark within her dies out.

broadway. it takes a couple of years of consistent grinding the audition circuit and taking bit parts to pad her resume and her connections, but jordan finally gets her foot in the door when broadway revives west side story and she secures the role of maria.

hollywood. a few years on stage under her belt gets the attention of a producer across the country and jordan is sent script pages for an upcoming netflix horror/thriller limited series. behind the curtain kicks off her career in film and television that seems to ignite overnight.

crime. tired of years of rejection in the arts and entertainment scene of NYC, jordan auditions for an infamous nightclub in the city known to cater to the criminal underworld and secures the headline act. what she doesn't realize until it's too late is that her work won't stop at bringing in crowds, and there's not enough bleach in the world to wipe her ledger fully clean.

leverage. an extension of the crime au; jordan is presented a way out of her life of crime and in exchange, joins a group of ex-cons putting their skillsets toward swindling bad actors out of their stolen wealth and success as a robinhood sort of justice. within the group, she's the grifter, putting her acting chops to great use by serving as an intel gatherer and distraction to keep operations running smoothly.

dead by daylight. she approached the high possibility of her death with open arms and a sharp blade, but as she bled out on the auditorium stage next to her would-be killer, a thick fog sets in. when she awakes in an unfamiliar land, it becomes clear that there are worse things out there than the evils you are familiar with.

resident evil. years of working in the criminal underworld had exposed her to many secrets, some so classified that the trade-off was her life. she escapes a fake job intended to be her end by the skin of her teeth and shifts her priorities toward mercenary work in the bioterrorism sector, with the goal of enacting revenge on her former boss who was ready to trade her like a pawn.

the last of us. the world ended when she was a sophomore in college; twenty years later, she's settled in jackson as the resident horticulture enthusiast and forager, with a penchant for teaching those who are interested how to play guitar.

ted lasso. years of rejection with audition after audition in new york has left a sour taste in her mouth, and on a whim and an offer from an old family friend, she packs her bags and flies across the pond to settle into new surroundings where her past doesn't have as far of a reach.

baldur's gate 3. life in the sea is as idyllic as it can be for a siren, but jordan has always had a thirst for more and the eagerness to quench it. it's by luck - and perhaps general public fear of the temperamental threat umberlee's monsters can be - that she's so welcomed by the land-dwellers of the sword coast.

the hunger games. six years after sarah riley was killed in her hunger games as district six's tribute of that year, her younger sister - jordan riley - is reaped for the games. against all odds and through luck of charming an audience full of sponsors, evading her other tributes and utilizing her resources wisely, she comes out the victor.

[norcumii]

Sunday way-beyond-six

To keep with today’s apparent theme, we’ve got the first, unfinished attempt at my Rex/Obi week entry. Well. Chapters 1 and 2 came first, then I tried to expand into details here, ended up drowning in said details and realizing it was WAY more than I could/should get into and would never finish in time ANYWAYS. I might come back to this one day, but I doubt anytime soon because I’ve got so many ideas from the bingo and never enough brains to work on ALL THE THINGS.

So! Without cleanup or any promises of coherency, some more Rex and Gargoyle!Obi-Wan!

*****

It was a roasting, humid summer evening when Rex discovered the guy he’d been hired to follow wasn’t cheating on his wife, but instead was a drug dealer.

The problem with drug dealers, as compared to adulterers, was that they tended to come with goons. At least these goons were walls of muscle that relied on intimidation, which didn’t mean much to someone who had to regularly endure roughhousing from a professional kickboxer who always played dirty.

Of course the not-really-an-adulterer had run off by the time Rex had taken down the two goons. He was trying to decide if it was worth calling in to the nearest cop shop in hopes assault and drug possession would stick or if he should chase down the target, again, when the skinny little asshole came flying out of the shadows. The unconscious asshole slumped down over his buddies with a groan, and Rex whipped around, gun finally pulled and leveled at the shadows where the body came from.

He did not need to get caught in the middle of some kind of turf dispute. “Come on out where I can see you!” Rex demanded, resettling his grip on the gun. He could see the outline of someone there, but nothing more, and they hesitated. “Don’t make me pull out the badge and make this official,” he bluffed. While Rex technically had a badge and associated up-to-date paperwork, ‘bail enforcement agent’ wasn’t ‘police’ and he had no actual authority.

The little alley stewed a moment long, then slowly the figure stepped out from the shadows. Rex’s jaw dropped a little, but at least the weapon didn’t waver.

Cody can never learn of this, he thought distantly, before clearing his throat. The figure had stopped once it was in decent light, head cocked and one brow raised. It was definitively not human, with blue skin, giant clawed feet, wings and horns. The kilt and thick leather belt were a disconcerting contrast, the reddish-blond mullet even moreso, and the neatly trimmed beard and mustache just flat out made Rex’s brain short-circuit.

On the one hand, everything from the pointed ears to clawed toes said ‘monster,’ but on the other hand so very much else just said ‘hot’ – Cody’s years of accusations about Rex being a monsterfucker aside, because his twin was an unmitigated asshole with no appreciation for creature features or general horror films.

“Er, hello?” Rex dared to ask. The other brow rose to match the first.

“Hello there.” It raised a hand, pointing a clawed talon at the gun. “I presume that’s a weapon of some kind – some sort of, what, hand-crossbow or the like?”

This was too surreal and could not be happening. “...sure, something like that,” Rex said, because what else could he do?

“It doesn’t look very effective. Is it?” The whatever-it-was looked genuinely curious, like it’d never run across a gun before.

“Very.”

“I see.” It nodded once, more to itself. “Well, then if you wouldn’t mind pointing it elsewhere, somewhere not at me, I would appreciate it.”

“That’s nice.” Rex had to struggle to not roll his eyes. “And if I do that, are you gonna –” Eat me – suck my – oh god, there’s no safe train of thought anywhere. “– harm me?”

“I’ve no intention of doing so,” the creature said, mild as could be. “Mind you,” it added almost as an afterthought, “I will defend myself or others if need be.”

Well color him shocked. “And I should just, what, take your word for it?”

“Hopefully so!” it declared, beaming.

“Yeah everyone says that. Guess how reliable that is.”

“Well if everyone says it – do I look like anyone you’ve ever met?”

That was possibly the most ridiculous thing in an already surreal, very weird night. “No.”

“There you go then.”

Rex could practically hear rebooting noises from his brain as that bit of logic mangling processed. “Do you normally play this many word games on people you’ve just met?”

The creature grinned, showing off impressive fangs there were absolutely not hot. “Only when they’re holding weapons on me.”

The creature had a point. It hadn’t done anything but banter so far – aside from helping Rex by keeping not-really-an-adulterer from getting away. Smart money said to hold the stalemate, but Rex had just a little too much faith in humanity – or whatever the next door neighbor was.

He lowered the gun, resetting the safety, and the creature’s posture eased for real. “I gotta deal with the cops,” he grumbled, “you probably want to get out of here before then.”

It...hesitated, then the wings settled down on its shoulders like some kind of cape. “I was actually hoping I might be able to get assistance from someone,” it said, earning a baffled look from Rex. It shrugged, an affable, helpless gesture that looked so out of place on something with so many pointy bits. “I’m a lost traveler looking for some useful information.”

“You’re. A tourist.” That both made absolute sense, and no sense whatsoever. Rex could see the way the creature’s eyes tightened, the flicker of a glance to the side – he’d dealt with enough multi-lingual folks to recognize someone doing a quick translation.

“Exactly!” it declared, beaming a beat behind. “I understand you’ve unfinished business here, but once that’s completed, perhaps we could talk? I’m happy to compensate you fairly for your time and the inconvenience.” It rolled something in its talons, flourishing some kind of silvery coin it had pulled from who-knew-where.

Rex hesitated, more from the weirdness than the cheapness. He glanced around and winced. “It’s gonna take anywhere up to like, three hours for me to deal with bureaucracy.”

“I can wait for a time, within reason. Shall we meet here again when you’ve completed your business?”

He was already shaking his head. “Not here.” He could not believe he was doing this. Rex was keenly aware of the level of stupidity – among other things – involved in arranging a meetup with the creature. “There’s a park, a few blocks that way. Meet me there later?”

It nodded, still smiling pleasantly. “That’s agreeable. I shall see you there – and consider this a down payment.” It flipped the coin at him, then lunged upwards. Rex caught the coin – way heavier than it looked – then stared as the creature dug into the brick and climbed up onto the roof.

The creature had left clawmarks. In solid fucking stone.

It was almost reassuring, because without proof, he’d be certain none of it was real.

*****

Obi-Wan glided above what felt like an endless city, grateful for the abundant breezes and warm updrafts from the leagues of smooth black stone roads. As overwhelming as this new place was, as terrifying as it had been to waken without warning in this new world of light and noise and an ever-present noxious stench – there was a majesty to it all. So many signs of abundance and foreign struggle for very different survival than he could imagine.

Terrifying, and wondrous, and he was keenly aware they needed help. A human who stood their ground, who talked with Obi-Wan rather than running or screaming – that was rare indeed. With luck, that might be the help they needed.

Obi-Wan kept a loose circuit around the building his human had gone to, grateful that the dark skin and light hair were distinctive. He emerged before the hour was up, walking with swift, discomforted strides to the nearby park. Obi-Wan waited until he’d settled onto a bench in a side corner before signaling to the rookery sibs that accompanied him, then dove down. He landed far away enough to walk into view, and it was strange to see the human relax for a breath before tensing at Obi-Wan’s presence.

“I was afraid I was gonna be stood up,” the human said with a wry grin. Obi-Wan hesitated, letting the words roll around in his brain. Padmé’s translation spell was blessing and miracle alike, but she’d warned that colloquialisms were liable to be...difficult.

He decided to guess based on context. “There was some kind of business exchange going on down the path,” he said, gesturing from the direction he hadn’t come from. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”

A sour expression crossed his human’s face. “Good idea – not this late at night, not around here. It’s not exactly the best neighborhood.”

Interesting. “Then why suggest it as a meeting place?”

“Close by, safe enough, and presumably neutral territory.” The man gestured at the other end of the bench. “Have a seat if you’d like. You can call me Rex; what do I call you?”

He sat, trying to hide his delight – and relief – that this was a human who understood and presumably was accustomed to brokering information. “Obi-Wan.”

“Pleased to meet you.”

~end bit

[edgetechindutries]

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