#displacement sensor

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Absolute position of an RS485/CAN draw wire encoder.

Stretching speed of an RS485/CAN draw wire encoder.

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[onosokkiindia]

Unlocking the Potential of Ono Sokki's Linear Variable Differential Transducer (LVDT)

Ono Sokki's Linear Variable Differential Transducer (LVDT) is a versatile sensor used for measuring linear displacement or position. Familiarize yourself with the working principles of LVDT. It consists of a primary coil and two secondary coils. As the core inside the coil moves, the voltage induced in the secondary coils changes proportionally, providing precise position measurements. Proper installation and calibration are crucial for accurate measurements. Follow the manufacturer's guidelines to mount the object securely and align it correctly with the measured object. Ensure that the LVDT is calibrated and zeroed appropriately before use. outputs an AC voltage that needs to be conditioned for further processing. Use a suitable signal conditioning circuit provided by Ono Sokki to amplify and filter the signal, eliminating noise and interference. Process and analyze the data to extract meaningful insights. Depending on your application, you may need to apply filtering techniques, signal averaging, or advanced algorithms to enhance the accuracy and quality of the measurements. Python libraries like NumPy and SciPy can be helpful for signal processing tasks. Process and analyze the data to extract meaningful insights. Depending on your application, you may need to apply filtering techniques, signal averaging, or advanced algorithms to enhance the accuracy and quality of the measurements.

What is an LVDT used for?

Industrial Automation: are used in industrial automation systems for precise positioning and control of machinery and equipment. They provide feedback on linear movements, allowing for accurate monitoring and adjustment of processes.

Quality Control and Metrology: It plays a crucial role in quality control and metrology applications. They are used for measuring dimensions, tolerances, and surface profiles in manufacturing processes, ensuring compliance with specifications, and maintaining product quality.

Material Testing: LVDTs are employed in material testing equipment to measure mechanical properties like strain, compression, or tensile strength. They provide accurate displacement measurements during mechanical testing and analysis.

Geotechnical Engineering: They are used in geotechnical applications to monitor ground movement and deformations. They help in measuring the settlement of structures, analysing soil behaviour, and providing early warnings for potential hazards.

Aerospace and Automotive: they are utilized in the aerospace and automotive industries for various applications, including flight control systems, suspension systems, fuel and hydraulic systems, and position feedback for movable components.

Research and Development: It finds applications in research and development projects across various scientific disciplines. They are used for precise measurements in areas such as material science, robotics, biomechanics, and more.

How does LVDT optimize measurement accuracy and precision for linear gauge sensors?

This is designed with high linearity, ensuring that the relationship between the measured linear displacement and the output voltage is consistent. Linear Gauge Sensor helps minimize measurement errors and deviations, enabling accurate and precise readings.

Excellent Signal-to-Noise Ratio: Provide a high signal-to-noise ratio, reducing the impact of external noise and interference on the measurement signal. This results in cleaner, more reliable data and enhances measurement accuracy.

Temperature Compensation: incorporate temperature compensation techniques. These compensate for temperature variations that can affect the performance of the sensor, ensuring accurate measurements even in changing environmental conditions.

Signal Conditioning: It offers dedicated signal conditioning circuits, or LVDT signal conditioners, to amplify and condition the LVDT output signal. These circuits help to minimize noise, enhance signal quality, and improve measurement accuracy.

Calibration and Linearity Correction: Ono Sokki provides calibration standards and techniques for their LVDTs, allowing users to perform regular calibration procedures. This ensures that it is accurately calibrated and enables correction for any non-linearities in the measurement output, further enhancing accuracy.

Mechanical Stability: They are designed to offer mechanical stability, minimizing mechanical vibrations or instabilities that could introduce measurement errors. Proper mounting and alignment techniques are employed to ensure reliable and repeatable measurements.

Data Acquisition: It can be easily integrated with various data acquisition systems, such as digital mustimeters or dedicated measurement instruments. These instruments offer high-resolution data acquisition capabilities, allowing precise capture of the LVDT output for accurate measurement analysis.

Where is LVDT applicable?

1.       Manufacturing and industrial automation

2.       Aerospace and defence

3.       Automotive Industry

4.       Civil Engineering and Structural Monitoring

5.       Research and development

6.       Medical Devices

7.       Geotechnical Engineering

8.       Quality Control and Metrology

9.       Energy and power generation

Why is LVDT linear?

LVDTs are inherently linear due to their design and operating principles. The linear characteristic of an LVDT refers to its ability to provide a linear relationship between the physical displacement of its core and the output voltage it produces. They are constructed with a symmetrical arrangement of coils and a movable ferromagnetic core. This geometric symmetry ensures that the magnetic field generated by the primary coil is evenly distributed around the core. As a result, the induced voltages in the secondary coils are proportional to the core's position along the axis of motion. It uses a differential output configuration where two secondary coils are wound in opposite directions around the central primary coil. The voltages induced in the secondary coils are out of phase with each other. By taking the difference between these two outputs, a net voltage is obtained that is directly proportional to the core's displacement, resulting in a linear relationship.

Key to Reliable Linear Positioning

Ono Sokki's LVDT offers great potential for unlocking accurate and precise linear measurement capabilities. By understanding the principles of operation, properly installing and calibrating the sensor, implementing effective signal conditioning, and utilizing advanced techniques such as temperature compensation and linearity correction, users can optimize measurement accuracy and precision. It provides dedicated signal conditioning circuits, calibration standards, and expert support to ensure the optimal performance of their LVDTs. Additionally, maintaining mechanical stability, choosing appropriate data acquisition systems, and following quality assurance and maintenance practices contribute to unlocking the full potential. By leveraging the potential, users can obtain reliable and high-quality linear displacement measurements in various applications. Whether it's in manufacturing, automotive, aerospace, or research, the accuracy and precision offered empower users to make informed decisions, monitor critical processes, and achieve desired outcomes. Unlocking the potential involves continuous learning, staying updated with advancements in the field, and seeking support when needed. With proper implementation and utilization, LVDTs can be valuable tools for precise linear measurement and contribute to the success of diverse industries and applications.

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[runicarbiter02]

I’m sure this is a very common take, but I haven’t had any motivation to write fandom stuff lately, so I wanted to get this little bit down while I had the inspiration

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Being the human partner of a Cybertronian, any Cybertronian really, and turning this huge, hulking, intimidating bot into a giant mechanical cat with some gentle touches, some kisses, and sweet words. Standing on your bot’s shoulder, gently stroking a hand over their cheekplate, and listening to that earthshaking rumble of their engine as they purr. Your bot gently nudging you with their cheek or nose when you stop, silently insisting the continued touch and affectionate words. Your bot mass displacing and crawling into your bed, arranging pillows on your lap before laying their head down and promptly falling into a well deserved recharge. (Let’s pretend that they wouldn’t shatter the bed frame just by putting a little weight on it, lmao-) Your bot trying to teach you chirolinguistics, not realizing that you don’t have the same kinds of sensors in your palm as they do, leaving you incredibly confused. Your bot relishing in the tiny flickers of unabashed emotion they get from your very weak organic EM field. Singing softly to your bot, only for them to croon one of their favorite Cybertronian tunes right back, and the both of you giggling over just how vastly different your music is from each other’s. Your bot trying to teach you the Cybertronian language, and you trying to teach them about human art/literature/philosophy/etc. You and your bot being soft and cute and fluffy. Send tweet 🏃‍♀️💨

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I hope you don’t mind me tagging you, but you’re the one who motivated me to get back into writing!!! This lil drabble certainly isn’t my best work, but it’s the most I’ve done in awhile, haha @revelboo

[gaddaboutgriffon]

Super Ghostly Farming

During their times exploring the infinite realms Sam had discovered ghost plants. And that the Fenton’s Ecto-dejecto makes them solid enough to grow in the mortal realm. The real surprise is that produce living seeds since they absorbed actual nutrient matter from the soil. No one is surprised she makes her mission to revive extinct species. Or that she accidentally mistook ghost plants from other universes as extinct plants to revive.

During this time Jazz found out about Dan and had Danny dig up the thermos so she can make sure the poor time displaced ghost can get some therapy. Danny was both shocked and relieved the therapy actually managed to reform Dan. The real turning point is when Dan’s escape attempt led to a good reveal with Jack and Maddie. However since his timeline was impossible now he started destabilizing. It was only thanks to being fused with another secret clone project Vlad was working that he was saved though now he is a halfa instead of full ghost.

But of course things can’t all be good. Due to her suit and all the time fighting ghosts Valarie has become ecto contaminated enough that she is now coming up on the GIW’s sensors. This leads to Danny rescuing her from them and red huntress officially reconciling and joining team phantom.

The GIW are also becoming even worse of a problem. Their Ecto sensors are getting more accurate and they have begun traffic stops as a first measure to quarantine the town. Dani had been caught but thankfully Tucker had hacked the GIWs communications system a while ago. Danny rescued his clone but damage had already been done and she had to retreat into her core. It it the size of a ping pong ball and looks like a glowing Pearl. Danny keeps it in a little pouch with him so she can feed off of his ecto.

Loosing their catch to Phantom was the last straw for the GIW. The now plan to nuke the city. In preparation they have all the roads blocked off and are going door to door with ecto scanners. Anyone with a low enough contamination are given a day to pack one bag each and they will be bussed out the next morning. This who set off the scanners are taken to a holding cell in town.

Green sticky note suddenly appear appears before Danny telling him to pack and get his loved ones into the specter speeder and flee into the infinite realms for a natural portal to another universe. There is no stopping tragedy if they stay.

Danny passes the messages to Sam, Tucker, and Val by text. Jazz however was shopping with Dan in his human disguise when the text went out. And they had been spotted by GIW agent. Of course with the amount of Ecto signals Dan and Jazz gave off it was shoot first. Dan protected Jazz from the worst of the blasts and flew her home but he was severely injured and reverted to core.

Meanwhile Sam has gotten her go bag ready (with an ecto thermos full of ghost plants and a bag full of revived plant seeds). Tucker and Val are also packed but they take a little extra time to execute a plan he had for a while. Val stealthed into a GIW computer survey and inserted a drive giving Tucker wireless access which he used to upload a virus that would delete the entire copy and send all files and programs to his PDA and the delete the original system before crashing it. As soon as he got the files and the virus uploaded she unplugged the drive and went to the Rendezvous point. Unfortunately that took a little too much time and the GIW were at his house.

Tucker hears them talking to his parents downstairs and thinks fast. He hides his bag and PDA on the roof and text Valarie to pick it up for him and to have her and phantom come rescue him from the holding cells down town he found from the files. Cause there was not enough time for them to get there because the GIW were breaking down his door . He just manages to smash his phone with a hammer so they wouldn’t know of the text before the GIW are in the room with their scanner screeching.

Danny was helping his parents get the speeder loaded up with his family’s and s Sam’s luggage, when Val arrives with her and Ticker’s stuff. He is in ghost form and flying the to the holding cells before she is finished explaining. Interesting Danny’s family, Sam, Tucker, Val and Vlad are the only ones contaminated enough that it would set off the sensors so Tucker and Vlad are the only prisoners there. The fight is only against robots and automated guns and won’t long but it is now morning and all the civilians and GIW agents are being bussed out of the danger zone.

Danny is opening Tucker’s cell and Val is getting Vlad out When there is a flash of light and sticky note.

“I will try to slow time down enough for you to get back to the realms, but the missile is laced with ectoplasm and I can’t stop it completely. Hurry.”

Danny’s time medallion makes him immune so he grabs his two friends and vlad and flies them to Fenton works watching as the missile in the sky is flying towards them at a pace he may barely outrun.

He gets to the ready speeder in the basement aimed at the portal and sees a very concentrated Clockwork holding his staff aloft with a bright purple glow. They pile in and zoom into the portal with Clockwork right behind them they just clear it into the ghost zone when there is a large blast behind them propelling them forward. And suddenly the hole in the realms is now closed. Danny exits the speeder and pulls Clockwork’s glitchy fading form in.

“I can reform from my core in my lair. ButI must see the infinity map.” Danny pulls out the map and hands it to the shaky ghost he marks two locations. One is his lair the Long Now, and the other seemed random. Then he shrunk into what looked like a golden gear with a round purple gem inside.

Danny made sure he put Clockwork’s core into the lair. The places seemed to be one single room with a pillow on a stand in the center. Very different from the maze of clocks and gears from the last time he was there. He placed the gear on the pillow and thanked clockwork even if he wasn’t sure he could hear him. When he left her doors automatically closed behind and chained themselves shut.

The second location was a natural portal to another universe. Danny guessed that was going to be their new home. But it was rapidly getting smaller. They flew the speeder through it soared over a lake and small forest before coming to a crash landing in a field on the Forrest edge. They get out and see road sign that says “Smallville ahead. Five miles.”

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Ok that is the most of the set up. Of course they landed in the Smallville area. Sam was smart and also stole some of the gold bullion her parents had and didn’t know she had the safe code. That is enough for them to buy a house and a few acres. She insisted on land to grow her revived plants. A lot of this plants I am basing on the Berries from the pokemon games and can be eaten and sold.

[bet-on-me-13]

What Happened to GIW Site-13

So! One day, in the middle of a random field in Illinois, there is a Spacial Anomaly that is picked up by the Watchtower's Sensors.

They send a team to investigate, and find a strange facility having suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The Terrain around the Facility seems displaced, like it was dragged along by whatever dropped the Facility there, but the Flora around the Facility matched its surroundings so it couldn't have come from too far away? Where did it come from?

The Justice League doesn't pay too much mind to it at first, busy dealing with their usual mess of problems to do more than contact the local government and send a few Heroes to help with the investigation. It didn't seem to be an active threat at the moment, so sending a few superpowered Heroes are a precaution was seen as a good enough response for the time.

When the first Expedition Team went missing, they took a bigger interest.

They made contact with the Agency that was leading the investigation, a smaller agency known as the GIW that was focused on studying Supernatural Anomalies. They usually wouldn't have been the first choice, given their niche focus, but this was a special circumstance.

The Facility that had been discovered both markings stating that it was "GIW Research Site 13", however the Records they had stated that this Facility was never actually built. There were Plans to build it, but the Agency was hit with Budget Cuts after they failed to provide adequate evidence of the Supernatural, and it was scrapped. They had no explanation for how a Facility that never existed suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

They decided to send in another Team as Investigation and Rescue, this time equipped with the latest technology they GIW had developed called "Ecto-Tech", as well as a Magic User from Justice League Dark for insurance. They managed to maintain Video Contact with the Team thanks to the Ecto-Tech Cameras they had, and what they saw did not sit right with any of them.

The entire Facility was built like a Prison.

Prison Cells, or to be more accurate, Cages, lined the Walls of the section they had entered. Evidence of previous inhabitants Littered the Cells, scratches on the metal and green glowing blood staining the floors were just some of the things they found in those Cages. One of the Technicians on the Team identified the Cages as having been built with Ecto-Tech, despite the fact that the Ecto-Tech they had spent years developing was nowhere near as advanced as this.

As they continued they found Walls covered in more Glowing Green Blood, spelling out haunting messages. "They never wanted to Investigate", "Guys In White", and the most common "What F̷E̴N̸T̴O̸N̷ happened to Site 13"

Delving deeper into the Facility, they eventually found a working Computer Terminal and downloaded as much information as they could, sending it back up to the surface wirelessly, before turning around to begin searching for the other Expedition Team. But when they tried to follow they path back to their starting location, they found that it had changed. The Hallways they had just passed were missing, there were new branches in the path that never existed, and their equipment suddenly told them that they halls they were standing in didn't exist according to the Blueprints they had.

The Camera's didn't last long after that, and the last images sent through the feed were of a glowing green figure slowly approaching the Team from down a dark hallway. It seemed to be dripping with blood. Non-Green Blood.

Of course some of the League wanted to immediately rush in to save them, but it would be too dangerous without knowing more about the situation. They looked at the files they had received from the Team before they disappeared.

From there, they formed a timeline of events.

It seemed that the Facility came from an Alternate History, or another Dimension, similar to their own but with a few changes.

By all accounts it seemed like the timeline of its Original Dimension followed their very closely, until one day in the 80's when the first major discrepancy appeared. On Febuary 12th, 1989 that Universes version of the GIW reported "A True Emergence of multiple Ectoplasmic Entities reported in Amity Park, Illinois, 2:31 PM".

Apparently in that universe, the GIW had been successful in locating evidence of the Supernatural. It seemed like this event allowed them to avoid the budget cuts they had experienced in their own Universe, which was the first major change from their own Timeline. Without the Budget Cut, the GIW managed to build their Facility near where they first spotted the Entity, and from there the timeline continued to diverge.

In that same small town, multiple more sightings of Ectoplasmic Entities were reported, all witnessed to be attacking the civilian population using their abilities. It was also reported that a single Ectoplasmic Entity, thereafter known as "Designation Phantom", was defending the civilain population for unknown reasons.

Eventually the source of these Sightings was tracked down to a pair of Scientists living in Amity Park, who were decades ahead in terms of the study of Ectoplasm and Ecto-Tech, who had managed to open a Portal into another Dimension they called the "Ghost Zone". The GIW Approached them for their research, and eventually hired them on as Scientists. Their names were Dr's Jack and Madeline Fenton.

A quick investigation revealed that Jack Fenton and Maddie Walker did exist in their universe, but Jack Fenton went into Mechanical Engineering while Maddie Walker went into Theoritical Physics. They had never met in the current universe.

According to the Doctors, Ectoplasmic Entities lack the ability to have Sentience, and held a malicious rage to all living beings. They stated that "Ghosts" were simply imprinted memories on Ectoplasm that acted as if it was a thinking entity, and that "Ghosts" should be eradicated at all costs.

Unfortunately, the GIW believed them to be Geniuses ahead of their time and accepted every word that came out of their mouths as absolute fact. Any researchers that protested their claims were quickly fired as to not upset their new Golden geese, and the GIW began to follow their new Mission of eradicating all "Ghosts".

From there was a series of files detailing multiple raids into the Ghost Zone, the capture and detainment of hundreds of Ghosts and "Ecto-Infected Humans", and the gruesomely detailed Experimentation logs of the Dr's Fenton as they studied their Captured specimens.

Many of the people being debriefed later on had to leave the room when they got to that point.

It seemed like the Dr's Fenton were the most proud of the Noteworthy Specimens they had managed to capture and dissect, those which evidence showed were much older and more powerful than the typical ghosts rhey captured. These were collectively designated as the "Ancients" by the Logs.

A Yeti-Entity with Ice Powers. A Shadow-Like Humanoid with Phobokinesis. A Female Humanoid with Draconification abilities. A Four Armed Female Humanoid with Extreme Strength. A Strange Entity with Chronokineses.

But what they were most proud of was one of the first Ghosts ever reported. Designation Phantom.

They particular File was completely corrupted beyond saving, but from the notes surrounding it, it had been a very exciting time for the Doctors.

But now, better informed on the situation and what they may encounter, the Justice League decided on a new plan of action. They still didn't know how the Facility had been ripped out of its Original Universe and into theirs, but for now their objective was simply a rescue mission for both expedition teams while Justice League Dark worked with the GIW on countermeasure for Ghosts. From the Files their Universes GIW had on Ghosts, they were certainly still dangerous, and allowing them to escape the facility would be a problem. So they needed containment measures.

The Justice League prepared for their Rescue Operation, unknowing of the eyes watching their every move.

He had dragged that accursed Facility into this world in an attempt to get help, and now all he could hope for was that this version of the Justice League would act better than their own. And if they didn't, he could always try a different universe.

All would be as it should be. Eventually.

[transformers-spike]

"Is this why the Autobots are fond of humanity? To indulge their sweet heat cycles? How many human mates has Optimus taken for himself? It seems as though their motives to protect them were never altruistic, much less noble." PLEASE, PLEASE GIVE US A SUB-STORY WHERE THIS TIME IT'S OPTIMUS AND A HUMAN SO IN THEIR HEAT CYCLE PLEASEEEE

Idk am I creating a humans in heat universe for the TF Fandom? I know people like making the bots go through it but I think the humans being affected is so much funnier. Just begging these massive robots to fuck us lmao

How must it feel to burn from the inside out? Betrayed by your own body, rendered unable to function by the fire in your core. You described it as an aching, an insatiable need to appease the hormones overtaking your nerve endings. A mere touch is enough to worsen the ache, it’s what your body dictates in the throes of a heat cycle.

Cybertronians are forged by Primus Himself, their interfaces exist for recreational pleasure and bonding, but your species is biologically programmed to reproduce, like most of the fauna of your planet. It’s a systemic sacrifice, one rendered obsolete by the sentient status of your species. Drugs have been produced to suppress your heats, or at least lessen the effects. Unfortunately, among a dozen varieties of medication, you are either allergic or completely immune to them, leaving you susceptible to your hormonal whims. He is sorry. You must go through so much pain every few months, but you barely show it, brushing off his concerns with a laugh, saying “it is what it is” and moving on as though your body isn’t on a timer. He admires you for it. In spite of your discomfort, you haven’t given up. Once, you told him: “So what if they don’t work on me? I just gotta roll with the punches and hope for the best, it’s been my M.O. since I got the damn thing.” Meeting them for the first time… was turbulent to say the least, but you’re safe and sound, relocated to Jasper, having adjusted to your new life with the help of Agent Fowler. You’ve told them many times you’re infinitely grateful to be in their lives (barring the near death experience at the servos of an Insecticon). For them it’s a pleasure to ease your burden. You’ve eagerly established your consent, although only Arcee is the right size to properly take care of a human. Digits and glossas can only do so much compared to a spike. He tries not to pry, your privacy is yours to divulge at your leisure, but he cannot ignore the charge building up behind his interface when he sees you with the others. Yes, he is an occasional participant, but he will rather cover shifts and allow them some well-deserved respite in your berth. They deserve it. He dares not imagine Arcee’s spike pumping in and out of you, satiating your aching body, filling you to your limit as you beg for more. 

Your scent lingers in the air, caressing his sensors, a gentle hand tugging him along by the servo, pulling him in your direction. They try to keep it to themselves, but his team is beyond a doubt intoxicated by your presence alone. Thankfully, it has (almost) never impeded their judgment during missions; perhaps it has even served as motivation to make it back to base in one piece. He tries to ignore the gleam in his old friend’s optics after quelling your urges, if only for a night. Or Bumblebee's praises coming to you as a slow stream of beeps while he nuzzles your face. Or Bulkhead cradling you to his chassis like a precious artifact as you discuss what late night movies you should watch. Or catching Arcee kissing you over the mezzanine and pulling back with a smile she hasn’t worn since Cliffjumper’s death. You bring them together in your own special way, even if you blush and sheepishly deny it, claiming you should be thanking them instead  Recent discoveries have yielded an impressive increase in energon and brought forth new opportunities. With unparalleled quantities at their disposal, they can now mass displace. The transformation is no small feat, it exhausts their system and rapidly drains their energon level. But he will not forbid Bumblebee from using it to play with the kids as long as it’s not in excess. Nor to join you during heat cycles. Much like Bulkhead. And Wheeljack. And especially Ratchet. Primus forbid, his old friend has every right to enjoy himself to the fullest after all of his back-breaking work. He’s been meaning to pay you a visit, but he hasn’t found the time until now. In the temporary abode you set up in the base, away from the prying eyes of the kids, you prepare yourself for another heat. Some refurbishing was done to meet your needs (in no small thanks to June Darby and agent Fowler’s financial help); the mattress and the mini fridge was a given, but you’ve added a variety of personal belongings and entertainment; a television, a writing desk, a few “bean bags” here and there, and a pile of old magazines to scrapbook. He wonders if you consider this place your home more than your actual house in Jasper. You greet him while downing a bottle of water, holding up your hand to signal for him to wait. Once emptied, you place it next to the mini fridge, among a wide array of bottled water crates. That would explain the groceries June had brought in with Arcee’s help. As a medical professional she’s especially fretful over your condition, doing her best to prevent the risks of heat cycles, bringing you plenty of calorie dense fuel to combat the massive loss of nutrients. He has not forgotten the fear they experienced when they found you shaking from the deficit, having completely overlooked your hunger in a midst of desperation. In this form, he can appreciate the full extent of your body without fear of hurting you, kneading the supple flesh beneath his digits as you giggle and pull him into you. He does not tower over your reclined form as much as he encases you in a careful hug, hearing the rapid thrum of your human spark directly against his audials; he may sense your pulse rate, but experiencing it is a new wonder of its own. You tell him you missed him and you wish he would let himself go and come out to “obliterate your pussy” more often. He nods and apologizes for his absence even as you shush him and insist he enjoy himself as well. He is… the largest Cybertronian you’ve taken, you remark while adjusting to his size.

“Except maybe Wheeljack,” you add cheekily, already bucking into him. Your composure evaporates as he works you up, not to say that he is much better. He steadies himself over you, charge trickling down his interface as your walls clench around him in a vice-grip. You beg him for more, plead that he frag you until you can’t take it anymore, but he has grown used to your requests and knows when your body has reached its limit. You whimper and claw at his back plates, flush against his frame yet dragging him closer as though to merge your human spark to his.

If only he could.

Slow and steady, he frags you through your overloads, each one adding a new surge of spark down his frame until he comes to his end. You are small and shaking, but in this form he can properly hold you against his chassis and comfort you through the afterglow, bringing you another bottle of water and a Clif bar (chosen for the human scaling a mountain with “If you eat this you can kill God” in big bold letters).

You stir and sit up on shaky knees to accept his offerings. Halfway through your meal, you eye him up and down.

“Are you going to stay some more?” you ask with hopefulness, still chewing on the “ultimate nuts and banana power�� concoction advertised on the packaging.

“I’m afraid not, Ratchet has been hard at work deciphering Decepticon encryptions, I will be taking on his duties for the night,” he tries to break it gently, expecting crushed expectations, not your bemused expression looking up at him.

“So you’re sending him my way?” You give a chuckle. “Wish we could have spent more time together, but work is work. Just…” you crawl into his lap and hug him as tight as you can, head resting against his chassis. “Please come back tomorrow. Or after tomorrow. I miss seeing you this way. I won’t get between you and… whatever you have going on, but please visit me more often. You have no idea how nice it feels to be around you.” His gaze softens, glowing faintly against your hair. “So I’ve been told,” he says, a smile on his lips. “As long as it lightens your burden.”

[eminemily05]

Well, I did it. I finally cracked and wrote for Ratchet. And an inspired fic, no less

I wanted to give one of my pieces (Kissy Times ) a way that was more open to any readers/viewers. While also having fun building around the moment itself.

I hope I was able to capture the grumpy guy's personality well enough, and I do hope you all enjoy. And it gets a bit more suggestive towards the end, just a warning

This work is 2.2k words and roughly proofread...I may have issues.

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It’s a damn good thing the kids aren’t at base to witness this.

That’s the only thought on your mind as a metal servo slips under your shirt. The touch is gentle, hesitant even. Yet, its owner seems anything but at the moment. As mesh lips slot against yours, the faint rumble of an engine reverberates off the metal surfaces of the Autobot base. Steam slips through the seams of alloy plating, nearly unnoticeable biolights flickering beneath armor plates.

Of course, the feeling isn’t nearly as incredible as the fact of just whose servo is wandering your heated skin. 

Ratchet, mass displaced, yet still towering, had cornered you off to a section of the medbay. His back turned towards the main room so he could keep you from any prying optics that did manage to sneak in. Not that he was even focused on sensing whether any of the team witnessed this moment. All his attention diverted to the melting putty of human against his frame. To which he quickly responded with a supporting servo along the nape of your neck. Taking care to not pinch any skin between the seams of his digits as he cupped it with practiced precision.

Your hands found purchase along the seams of his warm plating. One settling on his shoulder pauldron. The other, gently cupping his audial–which wiggled happily–and pulling him closer into the embrace. Soft puffs of steam warming your fingers from beneath his frame. 

Internally, his scanner was pinging off repeatedly with warning signals for your current state. Easily, it picked up the shift of your breath, the uptick of your bodily temperature, and the steady increase of your heart rate as he practically stole the air from your lungs. His frame pressed flush to your trembling form and heated form. Yet, the feeling from your miniscule and weak EM field told him it was nothing to worry about.

Well, aside from the obvious–and very much annoying–human limits compared to his own alien species. Curse the universe for doing this to you.

Setting a shaking hand against his chassis, you gave a firm–yet gentle–push. It took him a moment to pick up on your silent plea, and he pulled back with a hiss of his pistons. Engine rattling unhappily at the separation. But, your comfort always came first.

Immediately, he was checking you over. A worried click of his vocalizer settling between you. “I…wasn’t too much, was I..?” His bright blue optics dimmed slightly and his finials perked. His sensors hadn’t picked up any physical discomfort, but mentality was always a fickle thing. 

Maybe he read your field wrong? He contemplated, It’s not like it’s his fault it was so fragging hard to pick up on.

Struggling to even get your brain to boot back up, you didn’t even notice the fact that the bot in front of you was having a mini crisis. Scared that scrap, he broke the human. How was he supposed to explain this to the team?

You were absolutely starstruck, your brain sailing high in the clouds on the wings of pure euphoria. When was the last time you had even felt something that good? That kiss had been so far out of this world–pun intended–that your mind was having a bit of a hard time coming back out of the stars. I’m sorry, but too much? You thought silently as his words finally floated into the mush of your hazy thoughts. This man cannot be serious. 

A repeated firm pat against your cheek brought you back. Crash landing your shuttle of daydreams right back down to the hard, serious surface of reality. You blinked a couple times before finally looking up at him. Him and his–very clearly–annoyed expression.

“It would be helpful if you could actually answer me, I do hope you know,” His finals twitched in slight, harmless, agitation. He wasn’t actually mad, just worried. Maybe he wasn’t always able to show it in the best way, but you had known him long enough to learn his tells.

Malleable metal creased slightly under his optical ridges in silent concern. Dimmed optics diligently scanned over your body for any sign of discomfort. Servos drifting over your skin for anything out of place. He cared through actions best, not words.

You couldn’t help the teasing tone that left your mouth, a smirk playing on your lips. “Well, then maybe you shouldn’t take my breath away so easily,” You gave the antenna of his back kibble a slight flick, drawing a stutter from his engine, before wrapping your arms up and around his helm. Messing him was child’s play.

Panic flickered across his features for just a moment. Plating hissing as it rose in stress, his digits gripping as his optics zeroed in on your chest. While generally perverted, you could tell he was checking whether your lungs had actually collapsed.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you probably wouldn’t be talking if they had.

“Take your breath away?!” His tone turned frantic, engine roaring loud and causing his frame to vibrate against you, “I didn’t mean to deprive you of air, oh I am a fo–” 

Fortunately, his concerned ranting was cut short when he saw the amused look on your features. Suddenly, his plating drooped with a click and hiss of steam as he gave you a clearly un-amused glare in return. 

“You were using one of your incredibly annoying Earth idioms, weren’t you. Need I remind you to not use those sort of phrases with a Doctor. I would feel this is obvious.”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you dragged a finger along one of his seams. Watching his finals perk slightly at the touch. He seemed to relax…albeit slightly. But hey! Slightly with Ratchet, in any capacity, was a celebration of its own!

“Loosen up Doc–” His wheels spun with displeasure at the nickname, finials flicking down, “You really need to stop thinking so much about it. Oh, and learn a bit more about human culture and phrases. They get so much worse from there.” Ratchet hearing the phrase ‘shit fire and save matches’ would probably send him into a spark-attack and a tirade you didn’t even want to imagine explaining to him…

…Although, the idea did seem quite amusing.

“And fill my processor with useless, and primitive, information? Puh-lease. I’d rather build a space bridge from scrap, than even attempt to understand you humans.” He grumbles, looking at you over. Clearly, still apprehensive about your physical wellbeing 

“You still never answered my question, you know.”

He really was worried about you, wasn’t he? The old softie…

Sighing, you gently rubbed along one of his finials. His helm shifted to follow the touch as you answered, “Ratchet, that was probably the best damn kiss I’ve ever had. Too good, in fact.” You hummed, smirking at him. Mirth sparkled in your eyes. “Have any more experiences you’d like to ‘share’ with me?”

The question was supposed to be playful, a simple teasing jab at his age and probably lack of experience. 

….Apparently, that was not the case.

“Not that you could handle.” He scoffed, the corners of his dermas twitching in a hidden smirk. Plates shifted as steam rolled through them. Your eyes widened like saucers at a sudden peak at his very much tucked away personality. Like a tiger eyeing its next meal through the chain-link of its enclosure.

This fucker! You thought, suddenly feeling like a kid who just watched the last of their favorite treat get swallowed up. How dare he keep sexy secrets from me. 

You sent him a deadly glare, an unappealing whine slipping from your throat. “That’s not fair, Ratch!”

The servo under your shirt shifted upwards slightly, digits caressing the curve of your spine. A breathy keen replaced your quick forming tirade and you couldn’t help leaning into the touch. His expression said it all for you. The medic knew exactly what he was doing.

Then again, he was a quick learner.

“What’s the phrase again? Life’s not fair?”

Oh, how you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. The digits dancing along your back didn’t seem to want to help your stuttering mind from its predicament.

“Nevermind, no more human phrases for you.” You grumbled, recovering quickly. Knowledge was power, and human knowledge in Ratchet’s servos was like playing with fire. His knowledge of you–your ins and outs–was like dancing through hellflame, though.

Breath suddenly hitching as he leaned in close, he gently bumped his helm against your brow bone. Taking care to shift his chevrons out of the way, lest he accidentally stab you. He moved to speak–which was probably more stupid snark from his stupid (handsome) face in that stupid (attractive) tone–and you instantly took the opportunity to jolt forward. Slotting your lips against his, stalling his engine and actually drawing a surprised whoop of his sirens. The small snort of amusement you gave was incredibly short lived, as his servo gave a gentle tug of your hair.

 Your gasp, with the following undercurrent of a soft moan, gave him just enough of a chance to slip his glossa past your lips. The taste of iron and static charge sat against your tongue, and your eyes fluttered closed. Any sane person surely wouldn’t find enjoyment in such a strange mix of taste. But at this point, sane wasn’t even part of the equation. Not when you got a chance at riding with (on) the party ambulance. The grouchy, moody, but incredibly skilled and fine wine, agedly handsome party ambulance.

Imagining a younger, college age version of this bot sent blood pumping straight between your legs. Fuck, Cybertron had been lucky to witness the glory of prime-time Ratchet. Young, Fast, Energetic, and definitely a great–

The ever learning and observing medic settled his servos down along your hips now. Applying skillful and perfect pressure that pulled soft whines and moans from your mouth, and took you from your fantastical thoughts. You’d revisit those later…in the safety of your room, with the comfort of your…toys.

A quick learner who knew–and catalogued–just where to touch to mold your mind into such hazy thoughts. As if he knew just what you were thinking. Like he was silently saying to you, ‘I may not be young, but don’t think I’ve lost the energy and spunk to break your brains.’ Or something like that. Though, that may have just been your own mind saying that to you. Then again…with magic hands McGee over here, your brain even struggled to make its silent snide comments.

It clung desperately to any rationale it still held, not that any of it would last long enough. Not with eons old, intelligent as fuck, alien medic man pressed right up against you. Rumbling frame and hissing joints steadily working to clog your brain and untense your body. Biolights flashing a very alluring, tantalizing, pattern beneath the cracks of his armor plating. 

Just relax. They almost spoke to you. And damnit if you didn’t want to listen. Because you really really wanted to. You’d need to ask Ratchet about that later…when thinking wasn’t so hard…let alone speaking.

It probably would help if you didn’t have metal, and shockingly soft, lips moving so expertly against yours. Glossa slipping against your lips and pushing your own tongue down. Static sparkling deliciously against the roof of your mouth. A pleasant little buzz.

Ratchet pulled back just slightly, enough to look at your blissed out expression with a soft chuckle. He hasn’t seen that sort of effect since he was back in Medical School as a charged-up, naive mech. But by the gods, he still had it. And with a human, no less.

It made his wheels spin in pure excitement.

Thinking about it, the team wouldn't be back for a couple more groons. Having gone out on a scavenging mission for energon. And the old bot had needed a break for a good while. Optimus would certainly agree…

So, just this once, he supposed he’ll take what he deserves.

Settled in his reasoning, the aged mech slid his servos under your thighs and easily lifted you right up against the metal wall. Your back sat flush against it as his grip held you securely. The show of strength only caused your face to heat up significantly. Obviously, a human was like holding a bag of grapes compared to the metal these bots flung around regularly. But fuck if it wasn’t hot seeing how effortlessly Ratchet could fling you around.

Though you wished he'd just fling you into the nearest bed, this would do fine.

Locking his lips back up against yours, his engine rumbled loudly. Vibrating his entire frame against your body and sending pleasurable sensations down to the aching between your legs that so desperately needed some touch.

His vents and fans whirred at a deafening pace as his servos found purchase along your waist. Digits sunk gently into the plush skin as he held you pinned against the wall with his hips. Your legs settled along the runners of his hip guards and you just barely registered his antenna wagging at the movement. Like some overgrown, metal puppy. How adorable.

You silently thanked the gods that the kids weren’t here to witness this. 

Unfortunately, that was the last sensible thought your brain could make before Ratchet’s skillful touch dipped into your shorts. Completely shattering any rational idea from that moment on. At that moment all you could think was,

Thank you Primus for crafting this hunk of a wonderfully handsome, and incredibly skilled man. But please…just don’t let him break me.

[satans-codpiece]

8 with screamer pls

8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

(Implicitly TFP Starscream, post-Partners. Him sneaking around the Nemesis is so good for this.)

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You thought you were dying; that someone's finally come to kill the High Command's pet human in an idiotic power play-

Until he was shushing you.

"What are you doing here?"

You hadn't seen him in weeks, months-- you still didn't see him as talons had curled together in a protective cup. Until your demand registered in his audials and each towering rod of metal sprung apart.

"ME???" He hisses, optics wide, lighting up the room in scarlet. All around you, his thin digits twitch with indignation. He holds you at chest height, but even here he makes you look up to see him. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm running on fumes out there and-" Starscream's head whips towards the door. All at once the red light that had been bathing you is gone, illuminating dark metal. It takes another several seconds before you hear what had drawn his attention. Footsteps- several in succession. A squad of Vehicons. Were they there for him? You turn back towards him and truly take in his appearance. As bright as his lights are in the pitch black room, they're dim- dim for how blinding they should be with him keyed up, ready to fight whatever came through the door. Worse, him looking away gives you the perfect view of the horrid scratch just below his right optic.

He holds you so close, so precariously folding his limbs to fit into the closet anyway- you stretch up onto your tip toes and reach for him. "Starscream..."

Your fingertips barely brush metal. His face snaps back towards you.

In an instant you can see it, plain as though he'd told you himself. He didn't come back for you-- not that you would have expected him to, he was hardly the most dedicated of them-- but now that he has you in his servos again... The apertures of his optics spin, watching you, betraying more than he would ever want to say. Outside, the footsteps recede.

"I was worried about you." You say, "I missed you." and it's true. When you reach for him again, he lets you touch, your tiny palm against his massive, cool cheek.

"Of course you did." Starscream says on instinct. But the waver of his optics, of his derma means there's something else. Starscream quiets as he struggles to say something with sincerity. Evidently, he doesn't quite get there. "I can't mass displace." It's not what he really means to say, replaces his first-line defense of sarcasm and self-aggrandizement with second-line allusion. It's enough to give you pause- "Have to be quick." and that's enough for you to push it aside.

You nod, instantly breathless. You don't know what quick means to him right now, so you skip the formalities and kick your pants off the edge of his servo. His optics darken at the sight of you adjusting, settling back against the quickly warming plates.

And when you part your legs for him- his engine hums, spooling up despite his attempts to suppress the sound- and his glossa spills from his intake. Slick, smooth metal joints trace up your thigh- and that's all the warm-up you get before he's sliding between your lips.

A gasp rips its way from your mouth- and you quickly cover it with your hand, sinking your teeth into your fingers just to keep quiet. From the heat in Starscream's gaze and the momentary flick of his wings, you think he'd wish you wouldn't- regardless of how tactically sound that impulse is.

He drags his glossa up nice and slow, lets his optics shutter, rerouting processing power to the chemical sensors on his glossa. It's been a quartex- no, two- since he last tasted you and your strange little organic lubricant. It's sweet and so strangely inert, his drained tanks aching for energy-dense fuel, not the delicious strings of proteins you leak so obligingly onto his glossa.

His faceplate is cool when he draws his servo even closer, your thighs pressing up to rough-worn metal. You sigh for the contact, squirm in his palm as his languid licks turn intentional, the tapered tip prodding at your entrance while the base rubs teasingly across your clit.

"Star," You sigh into your fist. He must hear it- because his engine gives a stuttering, half-aborted purr and his glossa pushes in.

With so little effort, he fills you- and your warmth, your softness, your taste surrounds him. This time, his engine's spooling goes unchecked, a deep rumble that rises in pitch- and yet does nothing to hide the distinctive shnk of his panel opening.

You wish you had the time, that he had the energy to fuck you properly. It's been so long, and as nice as his glossa feels pumping into you, squirming deliciously against your walls, it's not the same.

Around you, his talons twitch again- and now you watch his arm move and stroke himself with a pace that shuns the very concept of patience. Heat bursts from his vents, fans clicking ever higher in vain. It's been too long- too long without him, too long worrying. There's no room for the nice, slow reunion fuck you each deserved.

"Close," You gasp, but he already knows. He's felt how your soft, squishing walls keep trying to clamp down on his glossa, as though you could trap him inside that soft, wet little frame-

"Yes, yes," He purrs- voice rumbling unimpeded from his vox. Red light washes over your tiny body as he re-engages his optics, watches as you squirm in his servo-

And when you cry out, "Star!" body going rigid because of him- for him- Starscream's engine stutters, skips a cycle and he moans against your skin. His arm trembles, struggles to work himself through his own overload.

He leans away, his vents hot like desert air on your skin. The light of his optics has dimmed, lowered in the wake of his spent charge- but still coat your body in a garnet gleam, every inch of you painted red for him.

You rub your hand along his, feel the grooves between plates. "Do you have to go?" You murmur, staring up him.

"I'll be back." Starscream promises, stroking your body so carefully with one long, sharp talon. "I'll find you."

[lavenlady]

Hiii! Can I request fem human reader with the season one bots? I remember seeing headcanons somewhere that perfumes are like aphrodisiacs for bots. If the s1 cast is too much maybe Heavy Iron and Black Hook with some mass displacement? I hope you have a nice day!

Thank you! It is no problem and have a good day/night too! Here you go! Enjoy!

⚘ Perfumes ⚘ | Metal Cardbot x Fem!Human!Reader

The first to notice a change in your scent is Buffalo Crush. He could tell something about you is different, it made him want to pick you up and check the difference closer. Thanks to his rather enchanted sense of smell, he was smitten instantly. He started unconsciously following you around, your scent drawing him in. He couldn't stop himself, gradually starting to give you random pretty things or trying to subtly show off. He would be always running hot in your presence, no matter the time or situation.

The next Cardbot to sense something is Mega Ambler, as the medic of the team he can quickly detect problems affecting their performance. Though now he needed to check what was wrong with his inner workings, whenever you walked past, a rather strong aroma would get his attention. It would immediately tell him to follow you, but he always stopped himself in time. However, it still made him turn his helm towards you on every occasion.

Black Hook and Heavy Iron started creating more arguements between each other, which would lead them to be under Mega Ambler's care. They always stare at you and if they saw the other's optics on you, they would again throw servos. It looked as if they were competing with one another, but for what reason - noone had heard it.

Blue Cop followed suit, trailing after you and always asking if you need assistance. He would happily help if it ment to have you by his side. Your pleasant smell was something, it slowly drove him insane. Of course he was able to push those feelings aside, but was still jealous, especially after seeing others offer you the same services he did. It must be the reason he felt so warm, they were making him angry on purpose - or did they?

Phoenix Fire at first thought it was an error in his heat sensors. Why was he warming up and what was that weirdly pleasant aroma? You felt as if his optics were always on you. You grew extremely worried when he constantly released steam from his vents. He would at first try to rinse himself with water, trying to cool down his frame, but it was futile. He would nervously shift, begging you to not be too close in his processor. He doesn't know if he can stop himself.

Mega Trucker, a Cardbot that had not gone through any kind of training, was so enamored by your smell that his codpiece nearly opened with everyone present. Luckily having some restraint he managed to excuse himself and drove away in embarrassment to take care of his new problem. Seeing you each time as well as smelling the sweet scent made him flushed so much that his optics could be compared to a pink cotton candy.

Shadow X had a similar situation, but choose instead to hide with his stealth mode. He quickly went up toward the ceiling and observed from the shadows. Sometimes you swear you can hear faint whimpers from above as you walk past his spot unconsciously. His processor telling him to resist and his frame urging him to do the opposite. You will be the death of him if it keeps up.

Dexter, his senses are more focused on sound rather than smell, so he was less affected by the aroma. It does not mean he is immune to it. Thanks to that he is one of the calmer Cardbots, who are able to give you space and impress you with a rather clear processor. Though you can still feel his gaze drill holes through your body.

When Buster Gallon saw the change in your scent, he was already planning to check what made them so... embarrassed. He knew he couldn't escape it, but wanted to use it for research. In the name of science of course, not like he thought about something else. Trust him! His intentions to understand humans are pure.

Fleta Z immediately went to ask Edo for a buffer. He needed to look his best if he were to make you turn his way. His paint-job renewed and shinning, bringing your attention to him everytime you spot him. He would exclusively play the most romantic and breath taking tune on his flute to make you impressed. Maybe even gets a slight blush in return when giving you roses.

Wild Guardy, having trained to be on par with Blue Cop was also less affected by your alluring aroma. He fought those dirty thoughts away everytime you walked past by. He tries to keep the distance, he really does, but he is not immune to the effects. He for sure would try to burn his charge by training, yet he simply cannot. His frame is boiling in your presence. Don't worry about him, just please don't come any closer, let him watch from the side and fantasize.

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( I believe I have read about it too. It was an interesting concept to explore. Hope you liked it! )

(Master list)

( Request away! )

[briterencoder]

Linear Wire Displacement Sensors for AGV Forklifts – Briterencoder

Enhance AGV forklift precision with Briterencoder’s linear wire displacement sensors. Offering durability, real-time position feedback, and seamless integration for optimized material handling.

[squibsformers]

Silken Synapses

Jazz x Reader (NSFW)

AN: Happy Valentines Day. Reader has a dick but no pronouns are used.

The way the city lights filtered in through the blinds of your apartment window made Jazz stare up at you like you had to be the Allspark incarnate.

Streaks of vibrant blue danced over your skin with every bounce, your body leaving your silhouette cast across the wall. Violet caught the hard line of your jaw and optic ridge, and a rose highlights your aft as you rock and move. You looked like you were painted in neons and the midnight hour. And the noises you made? Felt like they were ripped from the stars themselves, bright and calling to his spark in the dark of the night.

Your hips rolled again, and the sound he made was all static and buzz, his vocoder struggling with how his sensors were running wild at the pleasure racing through him. One of your hands slid across his exposed panel, wires all on display for your discretion. And you made good use of such a treat, fingers skimming along rubber, dragging a nail lightly down one until the friction caught, and you opt to instead tug the flat cabling.

Jazz's intake dropped open in a drawn out groan.

“Frag, baby, you're filthy.”

His skittered, scrambled visual field was splintering, fracturing, his view of your form multiplying like a kaleidoscope of delight. Watching your other hand trail down your chest and slowly nearing your own spike- penis? Dick, cock, rod, too many words that made his currently overheated processor scramble to fit in one slot and overwhelm it.

…SPEAKING of fitting in slots, you began bounce on his spike more, slick and warm and- PRIMUS, that, that nasty little trick you kept doing, squeezing and tightening around him before relaxing again and moving quicker. It made Jazz grit his denta, throwing his helm back with a hiss each time.

“Tease…!”

The mass displaced mech was rewarded with a husky, silky chuckle that he swore, up and down, was weaving through his audials and caused lightning to zip down his backstruts. Jazz felt like he was going mad, ESPECIALLY as you looped a digit around a green wire in the upper left quadrant and unplugged it, dragging your tongue along the tip of the metal jack plug and sucking lewdly on it. He knew you wouldn't pull out anything important, he'd marked what could and couldn't be toyed with. But it didn't change the fact that when these were toyed with, they made his EM field buzz and flicker.

“Swear I can feel that. It's like my nerves are all tingling…”

You gasped, biting your lip and arching your back. Fist your member and begin stroking faster as you ride him harder, the sound of the flesh and skin clapping against the steel of his plating and the slick of lube and transfluid making for obscene noises ripped from Jazz's fantasies and sounding like a salacious symphony. His biolights flicker in patterns, that he can barely see through your skin every time he sinks deep into your aft- ass. Spike painfully pressurized and hitting deep within your depths, bullying your prostate pleasurably. Hellishly.

Grunting, he gripped your hips, and began helping you move quicker, venting in puffs and his cooling fans whirring louder.

“You close, my pretty little Porsche?”

“Mhm…!”

“Good.”

Bottom left quadrant had the most wires you could pull, and pull you did. In fact, you looped the whole mass around your hand, and yanked as you gasp and release into your condom. His systems went haywire briefly, optics locked onto the glitchy, iridescent image of you, and Jazz's overload crashed his systems like a powersurge, making the porsche unload into you.

[yesterdays-xkcd]

He actually installed each piece in a different car in the lot, then built a new car in the spot from the displaced pieces. It's a confusing maneuver known as the auto-troll shuffle

Secretary: Part 3 [Explained]

Transcript Under the Cut

Narration: The confirmation hearings begin... [Four Senators sit behind a table.] Senator: It appears you have quite an arrest record.

[Black Hat sits behind a desk.] Senator: Is it true you completely disassembled someone's car outside a Starbucks? Black Hat: It was parked across two spaces.

Senator: You stole a red Fokker triplane and strafed the snoopy float at the Macy's Thanksgiving day parade?

Black Hat: Got three mimes, too.

Senator: You disrupted a 9/11 truth meeting, insisting the Twin Towers never actually collapsed? Black Hat: I have evidence! Don't trust the media! Wake up, sheeple!

Senator: You were fired from Radio Shack after you built a death ray and vaporized a customer?

Black Hat: I was just testing it! Figures that'd be the one day there was a shopper in the aisle.

Senator: And you were thrown out of Microsoft headquarters for... trying to feed a squirrel through a fax machine?

Black Hat: I forgot about that! it was part of an argument with Steve Ballmer about Vista. Which I won, by the way.

[Senators look down at their notes.]

Senator: This is the worst history of vandalism, gleeful mayhem, and general recalcitrance we've seen in a nominee since Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

Senator: And this-you stole a nuclear submarine? Black Hat: I plead the third

Senator: You mean the fifth? Black Hat: No, the third.

Senator: You refuse to quarter troops in your house? Black Hat: I have few principles, but I stick to them.

Narration: Meanwhile... [Aboard Ron Paul's blimp.] Ponytail: We're nearing Washington, sir. Ponytail: Wait... There's something ahead on the sensors.

Ponytail: It's a balloon. Ron Paul: ...Oh, no.

[hope-to-hell]

Electric (when you're near) part three: the ol' switcheroo. Agent Stone x Ivo Robotnik. Once again, no warnings (although I swear there will be in future parts). They have their moment of realization: something has Gone Wrong. Story masterlist here.

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Time is meaningless. Linear time was invented to satisfy the innate human need for order, to quantify and contain one’s surroundings. If, for example, one were to say meet me for coffee at nine o’clock, the meeting would be placed in a neat box in which arrival— and presumably departure— occurs at a specific point agreed upon by both parties. There’s none of the leeway given to a meeting as nonspecific as meet me for coffee tomorrow morning. That would require everyone involved to have an instinctive understanding of a) what counts as morning, and b) the optimal time to sit on the terrace of their favorite cafe and feel the caffeine slowly prying open their veins.

All this is to say that Stone has no fucking idea how long he’s been out. When he groans to wakefulness, the lab is lit only by dull red emergency lights; he’s sore from tits to toenails and has the absolute worst headache. The fuck happened? Even his voice sounds wrong. Doctor? Are you alright? For one horrifying, endless moment there is no reply, no sound but that of the blood pounding in his ears.

Gah. Did anyone get the number of that bus? Oh, thank the stars. Halfway across the room, Ivo staggers to his feet; he swims in and out of focus, surrounded by iridescent haloes. What are those things called again? Sun dogs? Sunbows? Whatever they are: those things that shimmer like oil slicks on high clouds. That’s what Ivo looks like.

Must’ve hit my head. Everything feels off-kilter. Displaced. Doctor? We should get you to a hospital. That much electricity can’t be good for the human body.

Fuck your hospital. I just need a nap and some tylenol and I’ll be good to go. Grab the baby and let’s get out of here. Deathbot 9000 waits in the antechamber, its main optic sensor trained on Stone in what almost seems like concern as he staggers into the room.

Of course it’s not real concern; however advanced the Doctor’s creations might be, they’re just robots. Machines. Bad time to be anthropomorphizing you, little fella. Daddy says it’s time to go home.

Stone peels off gown, goggles, gloves; his hands are pale, fingers trembling. Hands— pale? As in, pale enough to see blue veins traced between the tendons? Oh, that’s not right. That’s not right at all. Wait a second. Was he even wearing any of this equipment before? No, he hadn’t needed to; he was in the control room until— Oh shit.

Stone? What’s taking so long? Don’t tell me you got lost. Ivo approaches from the clean room, still unsteady. Stone’s voice emerges from Ivo’s mouth; wide-eyed, faced with the growing realization that there’s something wrong beyond simple electrocution, Ivo reaches up with a trembling hand to touch his lips. He finds only skin and a short beard instead of his beautiful mustache. Stone? What’s wrong with me? But now he’s close enough to see into the antechamber despite the dim light. He stops, frozen, hand still on his face. Agent Stone? I, ah. I think I’d like to go home now.

[ssstarscreamconjunx-alice]

Starscream x Oc Scenarios: Breeding p.1

18+ MDNI, mass displaced bot x human(kinda) smut

(A.N.) I have total writer's block for the next chapter of my EoSFAU fic, so I'm posting (kinda canon, but not included in full chapters; mostly smut) scenarios until I figure it out.

Enjoy!

Alice approaches him about it finally, just can't stand it anymore. Maybe a little frustrated with herself. It's not like he's neglectful. It's just so difficult to ask for anything for herself.

Her arousal has been overwhelming, so overwhelming.

Starscream snickers slightly when she comes to him so bashfully, as if it were the first time. Still not sure how to tell her himself, that he can feel quite a bit of her emotions when in close contact. That he's known she's incredibly insatiable right now.

But he wants her to ask him. Just this once. Not intentionally to punish her, just hoping to get her over that bashfulness and just take what she wants. He is hers after all.

Alice stutters her confession, "Can we.. uh, you know..?" Gesturing with her hands, earning herself an optic squinted in mock confusion.

"Yes? What do you need, my beloved...?"

She groans in frustration seeing that coy smile on his faceplate. Her eyebrows scrunch while she grimaces and pulls at the sleeves of her sweater. Her need just making her more embarrassed, like a dog begging for treats. The Seeker laughs lightly, shifting down to her size and taking her face in his servos.

"Anything you wish, Alice. All you must do is ask.." Voice softened for her, pressing his intake against her jaw. 'Or take..' he almost says, the heat snakes through him at the thought, but he reminds himself he must be patient with her. It's all the easier when her touch reveals all of her. The dull ache of shame, wanting to hide away, every insecurity of hers whispering in his audials steeling him so she can gather her own strength. Just this once.

Swallowing a whine, she makes another attempt.

"I.. want.. Can we..? Ughh...!" She presses her face into her palms, hiding away for a moment as he presses her even closer. Trapping her with his hold, unwilling to let her just tap out of this. Not this time.

Not when her body urges for him, her scent beckons. Not when his own array heats up in response to the arousal seeping from her and into him like a glorious plague. Yet, still keeping his control because he so desperately wants to hear her ask for him. So she can finally get it through her head that she can ask him.

Leaning back into her ear, his voice lowers to a coaxing rasp.

"Just this once.. ask...?" The fact that he knows makes the heat between her thighs so much worse. He's just been waiting? Watching her struggle and being all patient, and it’s really, stupidly endearing. And frustrating. But, it’s enough to fill her with some confidence. It’s not like he’s been purposefully avoiding her all day.

"Could we uhm," wording this without cringing persists as a problem in her mind, not wanting to sound.. clinical or vulgar. That's how it's always sounded to her.

"Could we... 'engage in sexual intimacy'?" She quotes with two pairs of fingers. Yep, that sounds awful to her. She doesn't miss the soft chuckle that follows, yet his eyes remain the same. Adoration, and lust paired with a lopsided smirk showing his denta.

"Very well... My little Beloved." Starscream’s dermas press softly to hers, coated in a honeyed tenderness. Then again, this one gradually heats and he’s nipping at her plush, sliding his servos down her neck, her nape, and under her clothing. Palming her back to support her from her now jelly-like knees.

A stray servo cups her heat, coating wandering fingers in her slick, shamelessly stoking along her entrance. Filling his sensors with her pheromones and indulging in the sweet, shy moans that she offers him.

"Impatient this time...?" Muttering hotly against her cheek, He steals her embarrassed whine with another kiss, removing his servo. Lifting her with ease and still peppering her faces with chaste kisses while he carries her to the nearest soft surface. Her mind is a haze, patience weening while he treks to the bed and settles her among their nest of blankets and soft fixings.

Feeling a sense of urgency, Starscream yanks her clothing as gently off her as he can as his spike squirms readily against his near-steaming modesty plate. She simultaneously rolls her shirt off in a similar eagerness. Starscream wastes no time in trailing down her body, his heated gaze never breaking from her disheveled, kiss-bruised face. Alice's eyes glimmering with a desire, just for him. It cracks his already crumbling self-control, he just needs to draw this out a little longer..

He slides his glossa slowly up her valve, holding her gaze and her thighs open for him, then tracing her node with the tip. Her bliss-filled gasp, responding to the seams in his glossa offering her the friction she so craves. Dipping the appendage inward to taste her neediness. His own control frays from the sounds she’s making, and the taste of her on his glossa. Releasing his modesty panel, his spike pressurizes so quickly it should concern him. But, Starscream just gives her a grin, before sliding up her body and sheathing himself in his lovely Conjunx's soft valve.

"Aa-ahh.." Already perfectly wet, and on edge for him, it steals a needy groan from his vox. She's already wrapped her arms around his neck, awaiting him eagerly. Arms slide under her like a snare to him and she responds pressing her malleable lips against his neck cables. The tenderness of her soft little affections, pressing her face happily into his frame– welcoming him with her own… hooking her thighs over his hips patiently for him.

Pumping a steady rhythm, nearly too rough, but her moans only greet him louder, more… Oh, that's... that's going to ruin him. His intake presses firmly against her neck, her need washes over him, the contact only allowing him more of her. possessive little bites on her neck have her crying out, before he's soothing them over with his glossa, leaving his claim on her skin in a lovely rosy color.

The sting of it is mild in her haze, and it only pushes her further. Coiling that heat within her into a tighter and tighter bundle with sharp intense bursts of pleasure from his dull denta. Inviting him to continue marking her as his, and his sweet little Alice only tightens further with them. Fisting his spike, claiming him right back, until his keening and his fans are the only thing in her ears– the vents in his head hot to the touch and glowing a dull orange. The molten color only spreading to his perfect features, and Alice can’t resist pulling his face to hers.

Starscream’s helm knocks gently into hers, reminding her of his tenderness beneath those intense smoldering red optics, and she coos gently in between bouts of pleasure at his flustering face. The golden glow is almost too hot under her lips, but that doesn’t stop her peppering more and more adoring little kisses on his faceplate.

The intensity of his thrusts waver as he draws closer, and her thighs tremble, clenching around his hips. Starscream nips at her lips, her cheeks in response to her affections before capturing her mouth again. Alice begs against his dermas, wet with their combined saliva, and arching away from the bed to meet his erratic thrusts with an equal need. Wound tightly until she breaks, her cries dying to breathless mumbles, voice still tinted with a need bordering on insatiable.

Merely moments after, he’s joining her in absolution, static lacing his vox in a piercing bliss that nearly knocks his processor offline for a moment, yet still lazily stroking within her while filling her quivering valve with his claim. Aftershocks of that pleasure never cease within her, still fluttering long after his release. Much longer than usual.

Starscream notes the strange occurrence but remains still entangled in her limbs. Propping himself up slightly, given her arms locking him in place, he looms over Alice as she pants, her eyes shut tight and brows furrowed. Allowing the silence to settle for a moment, and his heat to cool a bit. The glow settling to a near ember in his panels.

He can, unfortunately with their direct contact, feel that need still heavily numb in her frame.

“Alice.. my love.?” The static grumbling until smoothing to his usual rasp, “Could you possibly.. be in heat?”

“N-not.. possible?... I don’t think so, no..” Stated between breathes, heavy and unsure, and finally gracing him with soft blue eyes.

He brushes curls off of her face, clung there by sweat. Soft optics, close and observant, Starscream distracts her with a kiss to her head while unwinding her arms from his shoulders. Pinning her wrists in each servo when she protests.

“Well, you aren’t human, my love.. Just a moment..”

He sits up, still flush with her hips, causing her to whimper at the movement. His chassis’ paneling clicks and folds open familiarly exposing his spark to her, and she quirks her head. The soft vines of light answer an unspoken question, meeting her gladly. Only then does he lower himself back down into her reach, just flush with her again without pressing her too much into his internals.

Starscream’s face settles into the crook of her neck and invents deeply, swimming through her light, welcomed home yet searching through her with a scrutiny. Anything out of place, anything that could be causing her body to react the way it is. Sure, he could take her to the Medbay, but if it can be easily solved by him, her Conjunx, he’d rather not waste time.

Especially if it’s another quirk of her hybrid physiology, if he doesn’t already know about it by now then it hasn’t been documented by the CMO. While Starscream is no medic, her memories may hold some insight. The physiology of her that is granted to him by their bond may even. She is hesitant to be dislocated from him as of currently, therefore it’s far easier just to look into it now while she is momentarily satiated.

Because he can feel her arousal crawling back into him again, beckoning him. Her body becoming more and more antsy, impatient, and wanting while he searches.

In revelation, her body is reacting to his nanites; craving them like a medicine. Her attitude reminding him of a heat cycle, yet humans don’t have them. They have something akin to it, and hers is all over the place. Inconsistent and strange, even comparing it to her human ancestry. But… one fact that he gleans from her is that whatever is happening, her body is craving release to quell pain, he’ll look into that later.

“Ah.. Hm, Alice are you experiencing any.. discomfort currently?”

She snorts, “You sound like Ratchet, no… not really?”

“Were.. you?”

Alice pauses, eyes flitting around as she thinks. She had a migraine yesterday, a mild nausea… some aches this morning… No it.. couldn’t be? It’s been years since she had her cycle, she thought maybe finally, even with her weird alien youth, that she’d gone through menopause. Since she’s technically an elder. But, apparently, chronology means nothing in the scheme of weird half alien biology.

“Uhm… yeah. Thinking about it now… I might be on my cycle- or it’s soon anyways..”

Starscream’s helm tilts, revealing confusion. Alice nearly facepalms. She basically said: “Oh yeah no, I’m in pain, guess it’s just ‘my day’.” Looking at her like she just brushed off her discomfort again, which she knows irritates him.

“No, I.. I mean, my ‘menstrual cycle’. It’s.. an organic thing…?” Recognition and relief graces his optics and smooth his face out, only because she’s echoing his hypothesis from scouring her memories. Reacting to the bond, and to his biology, which is likely all. But, a trip to the Doctor isn’t unwarranted.

After she’s sufficiently satisfied. Giving her a searing grin, arms still caging her. The dirty thought in his processor flood hers in response and she stutters. Momentarily confuse by the certainty of knowing what he’s thinking. The horny haze in her brain is gone, but her body is still itching for release. Starscream’s filthy mind only egging her on, and she’d be less flustered if his thoughts weren’t repeating the word ‘breeding’ over and over.

[marquaismakesthings]

BEHOLD! FRUIT SALAD!

These three weapons all share the same identification of being a longer ranged, somewhat estranged cousin of another weapon, and all have needlessly long barrels. I really liked the idea of the Cherry H-3 Nozzlenose having a fruit-themed, more colorful design, so I gave the same treatment to the .96 Gal and Rapid Blaster Pro. The metal was made gold because it looks cool.

The Lime .96 Gal's kit stays constant with the tradition of giving the .96 a nonlethal, supportive sub weapon in the form of ink mine. While ink mines don't necessarily synergize with the weapon in any way, they're good for blocking flanks or helping out in reclaiming a zone, which plays into the .96's general role as a support weapon. I chose splashdown for the special with a similar idea to the Custom Explosher, with the intent of using it as a close-range area clear to help the .96 Gal when it gets rushed down by faster, higher DPS weapons.

This kit for the Cherry H-3 Nozzlenose uses suction bomb and Tenta Missiles, which are the sub and special weapons featured in the H-3 kits from Splatoon 2 that do not make an appearance again in Splatoon 3. Thanks to the vanilla H-3 Nozzlenose inheriting point sensor and Tacticooler to replace Ink Armor, and the H-3 D gaining a much more defensive kit of splash wall and Big Bubbler, I thought it would be fitting to give this rendition of the Cherry H-3 this kit, which allows it to be more offensive, utilizing suction bomb as a form of area denial to force opponents away, and allowing Tenta Missiles to benefit from the weapon's far-back position.

The Lemon Rapid Blaster Pro has burst bomb and Kraken Royale. Rapid Blaster Pro is, by nature, a supportive weapon through the use of chip damage and its position as an anchor. In a similar vein to the Deco kit, I wanted to give the weapon more opportunities for splats by itself. Yes, this is the second long-range blaster that I am giving burst bomb combo capabilities to. Will that stop me? No. As someone who can't aim with this thing, I think that Burst Bomb would make the weapon a little more forgiving, allowing any amount of damage from the bomb to finish off an opponent who's been tagged by a direct hit. As for Kraken, I see it as a special that can really skirmish, either driving opponents away from an objective, displacing them, or distracting them for teammates to come in and deal some damage. I think it would fit well into the Rapid Blaster's supportive role.