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[imperialchem]

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[neonponders]

A special one shot chapter for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🐺

Based on this post ~

Part 30

( pt. 7′s art 🎩 ) ( pt. 9′s art 👀 ) ( pt. 14′s art 💨 ) ( pt. 19′s art 🦇 ) ( pt. 20′s art 🍳) ( pt. 27’s art 🦦 )

~ on ao3 ~

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It was only the prior experience of having someone jump on Steve’s head that kept his body stationary despite the jolt into consciousness.

“Stevie! Stevie! Wake up! Helwp!”

“What?” his mouth fumbled. “Wha’sthmatter?”

“Something’s wong with Biwwy! He’s hurwt!”

That helped kick some organic caffeine into his system as he slowly rolled over. “Okay, okay, okay. Where are you? Stay here.”

His littler self didn’t obey at all. Instead, he nimbly leapt onto the bedside table and pointed at his and little Billy’s shoebox bedroom. “He said his head and his butt hurwt.”

Steve tried to think back to the previous day and whether or not Billy might’ve snuck some carbonation into his system. Steve couldn’t recall having a soda, himself, and big Billy had been too ornery to even stay long enough for a beer.

What is with these guys? Steve wondered to himself...and then lifted the lid-ceiling off the box.

Little Billy lay on his bed, curled up with his pajama shorts thrown onto the floor to make room for the tail curled around his butt and legs. The dark blond fur was peppered with black and white like a wolf’s...to match the large pointed ears on top of his head.

“Honey bee?” Steve called, the same time little Steve walked through the cutout doors and took little Billy’s hand.

“Biwwy? Does yourw butt still hurwt?”

The little guy tried to roll over, into the touch of big Steve’s fingertip rubbing his backside. “Sore. And itchy.”

“Can I pick you up?”

As an answer, Billy pulled Steve’s finger over him like a blanket. Steve tucked his hands on either side of him and lifted him out of the box with little Steve standing on one of his hands, hugging his thumb like a foreman commanding a crane. “We need to cawll big Biwwy.”

“I think you’re right. B? Do you wanna stay up here or go downstairs?”

“With Stevie,” came his tired reply, but his tail had begun to relax and pulsed in a little wag against Steve’s palm.

“Okay, hang on.”

Little Steve sat down to safely rest in the center of gravity with Billy as big Steve traversed the stairs. With a hand petting Billy’s dark blond hair, he couldn’t help but ask, “Is Biwwy turning into a puppy?”

“Uh...I don’t know,” Steve replied, finding their stuffed otter plushie on the coffee table and carefully setting them down on the brown fur. Both Steves watched little Billy rub his face against the soft otter, even rolling over to scratch his back against the otter’s belly. “I do think he’s feeling better, though - ”

The doorbell rang, but familiar banging eclipsed the electric chime. Worse, one fist drummed on the double doors of the Harrington house while the other stabbed the doorbell at the same time.

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong -

Steve huffed and grumbled under his breath, not even bothering to check the peep hole to know it was definitely Hargrove on the other -

As soon as the deadbolt released, Billy crashed through the doors. Steve had the briefest second to hear the sound of wood splintering before he had to fully focus on Billy tackling him onto the runner carpet. It was the shock more than anything that made it hard to breathe, being sandwiched on the hard floor by all of Billy Hargrove...

Steve couldn’t say when he had the wherewithal to see clearly, but he looked into the bearded face of Billy, who he could’ve sworn was clean shaven last night.

“ ‘at’s not fair...” Steve wheezed, and watched in stupefied silence as the beard just kept growing, consuming Billy’s face. Steve really needed air, because his eyes were blurring, making it seem like Billy’s face had started to change shape.

“WOOoooo!”

Steve blinked in confusion at the little howl. When small Billy ran past his head and jumped onto his shoulder to stand on his sternum, Steve’s eyes shot open in terror. “Billy! You can’t just jump off the table!”

“AWWOOOOO!” the little guy argued, but not at Steve. Steve craned his head up to see Billy’s little butt underneath a furiously wagging tail as he howled up at -

“Billy?” Steve blurted up at a very large wolf. There was something...not quite right with it. Obviously because it had been a man just seconds previously, but its limbs were a bit too long...or maybe it was 3am and Steve had never seen a real wolf before.

And if little Billy had ditched his shorts at the start of this.... “Billy. Were you naked outside my house?”

He got a mouthful of tongue for his efforts. Jerking his head to the side, he tried and failed to push the wolf off of him. “Okay. Oh-kay. Christ-Billy - ”

“Biwwy!” little Steve called. “Biwwy! Don’t leave me behind!”

Big Steve heard his feet running on the floor the same time the wolf’s head lifted up to see him. Steve’s hand pulled his snout down for eye contact. “If you squish them, I’ll skin you alive.”

Hardly threatened, Billy pulled his head out of Steve’s hand and laid down right over his body. The fearless little guy arrived beside big Steve’s ear, allowing him to hear Billy sniffing little Steve’s head and body. The little man giggled until he’d been crowded into big Steve’s hair. “Biwwy! Don’ sniff sniff me. I’m worrwied about my Biwwy. He’s a puppy, awlmost like you!”

The small one himself answered with another howl on big Steve’s forehead. The latter groaned, “B, please take your ass off my face.”

Turning his head, Steve dumped Billy onto the floor next to his own little. Billy tumbled but Steve’s hair cushioned the fall. That didn’t stop Billy from circling back around to bite Steve’s earlobe, though.

“OW! Holy - ”

Big Billy made quick work of knocking his half-wolf self aside with his muzzle. Marching them backward towards the living room, big Billy herded his energetic little and the more compliant little Steve out of the foyer.

Big Steve lay prone on the runner carpet. By his feet, his house stood like an open wound to the fragrant, moonlit neighborhood. Past his head, Steve heard his littler self laughing and mimicking Billy’s howls before asking if he could ride in big Billy’s fur.

“How long do full moons last?” he asked the indifferent ceiling.

[dollsonmain]

Ok time to put everything away. That Guy gets home anywhere between 2:30 and 4.

While I decide whether I want to use this or not (I’m leaning no with a preference for foam board shelves wrapped in different pastel papers, this modular unit would make more sense in a more modern setting) and because if I wait until I’ve made a decision I will never complete the project

I’ve added a pink panel to the back of the bed covering the former shower. I already like the way that looks better, and I think I will do the majority of the book case/curio cabinet/hutch thing I’m building in pink with the counter top part (which will include that shower-shelf, each faux cabinet door (which will be the most boring rectangles ever), and if I add foam board shelves then each of those being a different pastel color of the matching paper.

That paper was something I got from the Amazon Warehouse to get “free” shipping.

Look at it, though. That’s just printer paper and I glued it to foam board. It did get a little wrinkly in a place or two because I didn’t wait long enough for the Tombow Mono Multi to set, but look how smooth that is. It would never be that smooth with white glue or a glue stick.

I’m almost out of that bottle of TMM, but I have another unopened one, so I’m not worried. It lasts a very long time.

I might go around only the outside edge of that curio thing with this wood-look contact paper so that when the bed is down (which will be never, but just in case) the platform frame will look like wood.

I’ll see how I feel about/ how it looks with the whole thing being pink first. Wood grain might look really weird with how low detail most of the rest of the house is, though the stickers are a little more detailed.

Either way, the rest of that is basically simple rectangles. As long as I don’t screw up my measurements too much, it shouldn’t be too headache inducing to complete.

Still thinking about making the battery port cover look like a fuse box, or maybe just sticking a little picture  in a frame on it or something. It’ll look bad regardless. All that matters is that I can get to the screw, really. It’s not like I’ll ever put batteries in it, but someone might some day.

I think I would like to make that weirdly shaped crib storage spot (thank you @dollsahoy​ for figuring that out for me) into, like... Maybe put some little cleaning supplies in there? like a bucket and some cleaning cloths and maybe a tiny broom or mop, or maybe pet supplies since there are sticker animals EVERYWHERE on this thing. There are like 3 dogs and 7 cats (that is an exaggeration but only slightly).

I stopped buying non-toy Mini Brands so I don’t have any of the kitty litter boxes or anything convenient like that.

I could also just whip up a “door” and cover over the space completely with yet another faux cabinet.

AND I was looking at the MGA MiniVerse balls I have. The smaller one is pretty much exactly the right size AND shape for the fountain cutout on the back of this door.

It would stick out a lot, though, so I might make something else to put there like a rack for garden tools or a narrow planter box or something, just to keep the profile of the house smaller which makes it easier to store.

That could also be a place to put a pet stuff station to hang leashes on or something like that.

-

I don’t intend to buy furniture for the house I don’t think. I do have a bunch of My Scene furniture sitting around though it’s not colors that would work with this space, and if I buy one of the Gloria sets (or the coveted Avon set....) they come with kitchen chairs and a table and I think I’ll most likely have this set to kitchen most of the time, if not fireplace.

Modern Barbie furniture isn’t the right colors or style.

-

So decisions I [still] need to make:

how to decorate the fireplace room wall, mantle, and the fireplace itself

what colors to apply to basically everything in the kitchen, especially the appliances, little bits of wall above the cabinets, and the backsplash

whether or not to do detail painting in the kitchen like adding color to the stovetop, faucet, and drawer pulls

which dishes to get and whether to buy dishes that are already done, get some cheap ones and paint them, try making my own again, or something else

whether to use the Mini Brands shelving brackets as modular shelving or make my own foam board shelves

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..... The only thing I did today was make a pink rectangle. Ugh.

[connectparanormal]

Creating and Using a Ghost Scrapbook

Making and using a scrapbook with a ghost theme can be a fun and imaginative method to explore a fascination with the paranormal while keeping memories and artistic expressions. This kind of scrapbook creates a one-of-a-kind memento that may be treasured for years by fusing the personal touch of handcrafted design with the creepy fascination of ghost stories. Creating such a scrapbook requires a combination of storytelling, artistic ability, and a dash of creative flair. Planning the scrapbook is a crucial first step. Think about the general idea and tone you wish to portray. Will it be more whimsical and lighthearted, or will it be eerie and chilling? Collect supplies that will work for your idea, like old paper, old photos, and spectral accents like stencils, stamps, and stickers. Online marketplaces, artisan stores, and antique shops are great ways to find these things. The physical satisfaction of choosing and working with these materials enhances the creative process.

After obtaining your supplies, consider your scrapbook's layout. Choose which stories or recollections to include, as well as the page order. An option is to start with a title page that establishes the mood, perhaps with an image of a haunted house or a ghostly person. Then, each page that follows can concentrate on a different facet of your theme, such as well-known ghost stories, first-hand accounts of paranormal activity, or even original fiction. The secret is to tell a compelling story that flows from start to finish. Consider the layout of each page when you begin assembling your scrapbook. A page must have the right amount of balance; too few items might make it appear sparse, and too many can make it feel cluttered. To add depth and intrigue, use textures and backdrop papers. Layering is a powerful technique that allows you to create a three-dimensional impression by layering tiny photos or embellishments on top of larger ones. Using this method will make your spectral scenes come to life, increasing their visual appeal and level of engagement. Personal touches are what really set a ghost-themed scrapbook apart. Include handwritten notes or printed text if your family has any ghost encounter stories. You can add a personal touch by including images of haunted places, whether they are well-known landmarks or lesser-known locales. Draw or paint spectral forms using your own artistic abilities, or use magazine cutouts to make collages. In addition to adding richness, these personal touches enable the scrapbook to represent your individual viewpoint on the paranormal. Making a scrapbook with a ghost theme can be as much fun as using it. Present it to your loved ones, particularly during Halloween or during gatherings where ghost stories often take place. It can arouse memories and initiate conversations about the paranormal, acting as a conversation starter. The scrapbook is a goldmine of ideas and visuals that can serve as inspiration for writing or artistic endeavors. Placing it on a coffee table or bookshelf allows guests to easily access and enjoy it, while also adding a touch of eerie charm to your home design.

A scrapbook with a ghost theme might also be a work in progress. When you experience new things or gain more knowledge about ghost stories, you can add more pages. This enables you to revisit and re-engage with your creative process throughout time, and it also maintains the scrapbook active and current. It can also be an amazing way to record visits to haunted houses or paranormal activities like ghost tours, turning it into a living journal of your paranormal adventures. In summary, creating and utilizing a scrapbook with a ghost theme is a fulfilling project that integrates narrative, creativity, and self-expression. It allows you to create a stunning and distinctive artifact while delving into the intriguing world of the paranormal. Whether shared with others or preserved as a private memento, a scrapbook like this can bring happiness, motivation, and a hint of spectral charm.

[thehyperrequiem]

Dirty working Lovers, sent by a hivemind...

“Consider this-what do you get when you fuse a man who has way too much ambition with a literal hive mind of a bug? A massive monster. The only way you can survive it is by finding it’s one weakness-bug spray, obviously. But be warned-some of the bug spray might be a trap itself!”

Corrupted! Steely Dan is a giant insectoid monster with hair on not just on his head but on his body as well, he has a scorpion tail and holes on his body as well as mandibles for his bottom jaw layer, which when he opens his mouth, a wall of sharp teeth is shown in his mouth. His territory is a village attraction called "Loversville" where his lair is in a Pavilion called "Pavilion of The Insect" which by the way is underneath the pavilion where it houses an abandoned Steely Dan theme attraction idea (which it is supposed to be a walking attraction) that was left to rot by the employees after they come up with Loversville and the Pavilion.

What makes Corrupted! Steely Dan dangerous than any other corrupted stand users is not just his size and the fact that he looks like a giant scorpion monster, his giant claws are used for burrowing which makes him a sneaky predator to any walker who is in his lair to which he sneaks attacks anyone from below, even the holes he left behind can be a trap for any walker. And to make matters worse, the holes that are on his body unleashes some deformed version of his Lovers stand called "Love-Drones", and they can come from any holes in the wall or floor or even their hivemind master himself as well.

The only way to survive this monster and his drones is obvious, Bug Spray! You can find any bug spray cans hidden well in cutouts, boxes and anything from the broken-down abandoned attraction. Use them to get rid of the Love-Drones or damage Corrupted! Steely Dan in order to keep him distracted for minutes, but however, not all bug sprays are...well bug sprays, there could be chances of a fake bug spray where if used, instead of damage him, it will heal himself.

[redrorums]

Jeramead, King of Nowhere

Lol so here’s what I plotted out.

Big boom happens. Shockwave hits your house and you think you’ve died, but then you wake up and initially everything’s fine. Then you and Leann go outside and the chunk of land your house was on is floating a few hundred feet above ground level. In the direction of town (the obvious epicenter of the blast), there’s a gigantic, floating skull with one massive and empty eye socket looking downward. It has several vertebral stalks with some rottin flesh on ‘‘em and dead, vacant eyes at the ends. I guess you would recognize it’s a plus+ size dead Beholder…depends how meta I feel like writing it. Then a bunch of daemons start swarming about the place and attack you guys, you get yur punchies on, Leann’s latent Witch genes activate and she gains absolute power over them BOOM BAM ya got yurself a mini-daemon army! Congrats. You bleed out and die from yur wounds, which is less cool. You’re in pitch blackness and then a massive eye opens with a triangular pupil and an iris like a red, dyin, sun. It talks through your mouth to say some shit you don’t understand. Then you wake up in bed again. You go to get a drink and Leann, covered in blood, has a freak attack cuz she just saw you turn into a bunch of golden bubbles and fly away. Also Vincent is possessed by some Germanic motherfucker who wants to teach Leann witchcraft. Then some Alterran adventurers rock up in a flying ship and just start lobbin fireballs and lightnobolts at ya house. All three of you die a bunch and wake up in bed a bunch aaaand go a bit crazy. So you try to clobber on with lead dude (just imagine a stereotypical jrpg protag…that’s most alterran adventurers and they’re all psychopaths) you try to fight the lead dude who’s got a badass golden axe. He’s clearly trippin balls or somethin so he misses a lot, but he’s indestructible and every time he hits something, it detonates like a grenade. Leann, Vincent and yo daemon compadres kill most of the other psycho adventurers accept for a kid who says she just wants to go home, an old dude and a sleeping beast chick who doesn’t wake up the whole time. You die a couple times and come back, which cause cardboard cutout man to lose his shit and chug from a glowin stein. He gets blue skin and grows like 20 feet, then laughs and chucks the axe at you, taking off yo right arm. When you come back this time, your arm is still missing where the blade specifically severed it. 20ft man goes after Leann. You dash over there in slow mo. Then 20ftcardboman’s muscles start ripping out of his skin and growing infinitely, until he’s just a spaghetti pile of muscle. Only the Axe and the Stein remain. Then the axe lifts up, flies towards you, grows a golden gauntlet that attaches itself in place of yo right arm, introduces itself as Charlie and says “yowr ma new dah.” That’s where the reeeeal shitshow starts.

(size of a city with smaller beholders at the ends of its eyestalks…Xenapho has the Eye of Bahamut denoted by its central eye’s triangular pupil and thus, wields an “enlightened”/absolute level of Aether control. Perhaps this evolution is due to Xenåphøliskïs no longer fearing or loathing others, genuinely believing that everything it perceives is it’s property. Besides this boosted ego quite literally giving it a fat head, this means it’s dream-born progeny are no longer born from hateful paranoia, but all-consuming narcissism instead. Yes, this means it is surrounded by an army of its loving children, The Beholden. The Beholden are just as powerful and intelligent as regular Beholders, but live to constantly defend and give their lives for Xenapho. Their reward for a job well done is being able to one day be selected to fuse into Xenapho’s newly grown eye stocks and share in the one true vision of all things. Xenåphøliskïs is the Supreme Eye Tyrant. It has defeated gods, titans, dragons and hundreds of its own kind. Side note: though it remains mostly lawful evil, Xenapho is much closer to chaotic neutral than most of it kind. It might help you if it thinks of you as a useful citizen in its Sim’s like view of mortals. It might even bless you with the mind and BODY of a Beholder…)

Xenåphøliskïs, The Monolithic Beholder, noticed that it could suddenly travel directly to a new world and that worlds core was dead (Gaia has no soul). So they were like “ time to test out that theory that I can fuse with the planet’s core and perfectly transmute into a world’s soul.” He enters real space above the town you live outside of and begins the terraformic spell, only to be rudely interrupted by a top hat wearing time traveler/Eldritch horror calling himself Mr. English(he’s battled English before). Xenapho has instantaneous reaction speed and split second spell casting ability, so they fire off 9th^999 level Soul Disintegration from three eyes while constantly disenchanting Mr. English with the others, preventing him from spell casting. It’s many progeny quickly form a triangulated antimagic field and focus on constantly charming/paralyzing the time traveler. Guaranteed victory. It’s temporally sensitive eyes could see the impossible happened, additional seconds were added to the past as Mr. English sneered down at him smugly with those glowing, golden eyes. In those impossible additional seconds, English raised his cane, aiming it at Xenapho’s central eye. They felt their eye imploding in on itself. Knew the bastard had turned their eye into a black hole with Eldritch Arcana that should’ve took years for a mortal to cast. In -3 seconds. Xenapho devoted all it’s unnaturally vast intelligence to finding the escape route. It COULD NOT DIE. IT WAS THE ULTIMATE BEING. It was then it sensed the vulnerable minds of teeming mortals below. No gods defended them. No Consortium warded their minds. It’s last grin could’ve swallowed the whole town as it disseminated it’s massive mind, trickling down into the many brains below. It would not allow any of them to die until it was revived. This was the will of Xenåphøliskïs.

The bro roster so far includes Buckethead, Alterran crusader who lost her crusader helm…so she just wears a bucket with eyeholes punched in it. 7ft tall, iron skin, dumb as a box o rocks, but she’s got a good heart.

A troll that you fight for five days straight and then axe in the head. As you’re one lining, they get up, grow a new brain, and thank you for waking them up. Become quite a sophisticated, gender-fluid individual. Vegetarian.

Yeeeeeeessssss. You also meet a band of Goblins who are all named Ked. They all wear different onesies.

Turns out, Goblins love guns and explosives. Who’d a thunk, huh. Once you taught them the ways of firearms and gave them all their first sawn-off shawties, they started crafting their own, improvised guns and explosives at an alarming rate. Amazing what you can with a Walmart’s worth of duct tape, gasoline and whole lotta random shit for “flavor”.

You have a tiny crab companion who’s actually a dragon. His back-shell opens ladybug style and lil wings pop out. He can also bench press cars and his pincers can cut through steel. Shoots the classic pressurized water beam of death, but I wanted him to have an alternate breath type that looks like a long range water sprinkler. It’s actually acid, but it magically tricks yur body into just thinking it’s wet instead of melting.

[helloemergencyservices]

What is a circuit breaker panel?

What is inside the switchboard

The connecting wires are connected to two large terminals, called lugs, near the top of the panel. These terminals are always energized unless the utility turns off the power. The terminals - and all the wiring connected to the electrical box - are covered by a flat metal plate. You will see this when you open the door of your breaker box. The front cover has cutouts that allow access to all breakers, and that's all homeowners need to do. Do not remove the front cover unless you know what you are doing.

The main breaker

This breaker controls the power to all the other breakers on the branch circuits. When you turn off the main breaker, you turn off all the circuits in the house at once. The lugs that are connected to the supply wires will still be energized whether the main breaker is on or off. For this reason, never remove the front cover or poke around inside a breaker panel. The main breaker is marked with the protection rating on the breaker lever.

The branch circuit breakers

These include the 15-amp and 20-amp circuits that supply the normal lighting and outlet circuits, and the 20-amp circuits that supply special outlets in the kitchen, garage and other areas, as well as some appliances. Large breakers that supply 30, 40 or 50 amps are double-pole breakers that have double-wide levers. These supply 240-volt appliances, such as electric ranges and clothes dryers.

Panel Sizing

The standard panelboard capacity for a single-family home is 200 amps, although larger newer homes may have 300 amps. Many older homes have 100-amp breaker panels, which can work well depending on demand. Very old systems may have 60-amp breaker panels; these usually have fuses instead of breakers. They are safe if properly designed and maintained, but if you have problems with them or need to add a circuit for more power, it's a good idea to upgrade to a 200-amp panel. A larger panel itself will not consume more power.

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[hitech-automations]

Cutouts act like a fuse and open when there is a problem with the line or a section of it. A crossarm holds the wires up on the pole. The neutral wire is below the transformer and acts as a line back to the substation and balances out the amount of electricity or load on the system

When it comes to cutouts almost all distribution systems in the United State use one of three types of cutouts; Interchangeable, Loadbreak, or Linkbreak. Interchangeable cutouts are by far the most common style of cutout

The cut out (also called the service head) is a piece of electrical equipment that links the mains/service electricity cable and the internal wires in your property. It makes sure that electricity passes safely and efficiently into your property. It also houses the main fuse.

The word off refers to electricity, and the word out is associated with light. So you might say Suddenly the lights went out." But since the lights and the electricity are closely related, you could use any combination

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Ooooo- for the Pride drabbles, could I ask for prompt #2?

Thank you 😘🤗

Thank you so much for the prompt, @late-to-the-party-81! I hope you enjoy the drabble! 🥰

Prompt 9: Feeling For Each Other in the Dark

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Bucky's eyes flew open when he heard something break. It could have been in the bedroom. It could have been outside of the house. He knew that sound, but he was trying to place it.

Bucky knew he was whacky sometimes. He knew most people looked at him and thought he was cutting out paper dolls. And sometimes, he didn't trust himself, could hear and see how camp happy he could be.

But no.

He knew that sound from somewhere. From something back in the past. Heard it before. What was it?

He sat up, noticing how dark it really was in the room. He remembered getting the blackout curtains good enough, but not quite to completely block the light. He had been too tired to bother fixing them, so he just let them stay slightly open.

Which meant...

"Sam?" Bucky called out.

He heard a stumble in the bathroom. And Bucky knew. Bucky knew what his fella sounded like. He knew how Sam moved in spaces, how he changed in different situations. How clumsy he got when he was comfortable in a space. Bucky couldn't help but smile when he realized his hunk of a heartbreak was back home from his latest mission.

"Here!" said Sam, probably through a door, "Is the power out?"

Bucky stretched over to his reading lamp and tried turning it on.

Ah.

He knew why he knew that sound.

Fuse cutout. It happened a few times at his apartment complex when he still lived with his mom and sister and he had to go down with his mom to figure out how to turn it back on. It happened a couple of times when he was lying low in Europe. This had been the first time it had happened since he moved in with Sam in Delacroix, though.

"You're on the beam, you sharp dreamboat," said Bucky with a sigh, "Isn't that just killer diller?"

He could see the soft smile on Sam now. Sam rolling his eyes as Bucky gabs on in slang he couldn't leave behind. Could hear Sam chuckle at Bucky and what he kept as all his memories came back to him.

Adorable. How could Sam be adorable without Bucky even seeing him?

"We should probably do something about that, right?" said Sam, "Check the fusebox and see if we can get it all back?"

Bucky shrugged, knowing full well Sam couldn't see him.

"Do we have to?" asked Bucky.

The thought of going out in the mucky and humid Louisiana night did not feel that tempting.

"I think we have to if we want the AC to work in our room," said Sam very reasonably.

Bucky stood up at that.

"Yeah, that's something we'd like to have," said Bucky as he wandered toward the sound of the opening bathroom door.

He knew Sam could hear him moving on the creaking floorboards. He heard Sam laughing.

"You're coming this way without grabbing your cellphone and turning on the light?" asked Sam as Bucky walked closer to his voice.

"I don't sleep with it next to me," said Bucky, feeling a bit called out, "You didn't bring yours into the bathroom?"

"... I broke mine on mission," said Sam, and Bucky could feel a hint of embarrassment in Sam's tone.

Bucky grinned.

"You dropped it, didn't you?" said Bucky, "You dropped it in the quinjet."

"I don't know why they're so easy to break," whined Sam as Bucky felt the brush of Sam's arm, of Sam trying to find him in the pitch-black room, "Why didn't you go for the blackout curtains first, James?"

Bucky turned just enough, pulling Sam into his arms.

"Because I wanted to find the dynamite hotshot who was somehow duped into dating such a hairy and off the cobb drip like me. I mean, how was such a hipper dipper cookie not rationed yet? It's nuts," said Bucky as he held Sam close.

Sam had been on a mission for months. Bucky understood this was what he signed up for. He knew the kind of person Sam was, the kind of work he did. Bucky would never stop Sam from doing what he wanted, being who he wanted to be.

Bucky couldn't help but want to hug his boyfriend after months where he'd maybe get a few minutes of Sam's voice every couple of weeks, though. He felt Sam lean into it, hug him back.

"You're saying all of that on purpose," mumbled Sam into Bucky's chest, and Bucky could feel Sam's smile on his face, "I bet you made half of that slang up."

"Maybe I am. Maybe I did," said Bucky, holding Sam a little closer, "I missed you."

"I missed you too," said Sam, the two of them just holding each other.

"... Electricity?" asked Bucky halfheartedly, still not moving an inch, "AC?"

"Just a little while longer," said Sam, completely relaxed in Bucky's arms, "Need to recharge."

"Okay," said Bucky, needing a Sam recharge himself.

*****

This series is to celebrate Pride Month with some fun prompts. If you’d like me to write a drabble based on a prompt of you’re choosing, look at the prompts and send me one via ask! 🥰

[moonlitwings1]

Icing on Top

Christmas cookies were a tradition in the Mayfield house, and Max isn’t going to let two obnoxious Hargrove men ruin it this year. They didn’t do it the year before because someone thought that cookies would be bad for his cholesterol. Old man problems, Max thinks. If Neil doesn’t want his cholesterol to increase or whatever, why doesn’t he just not eat cookies. Seems simple enough to her. 

Thankfully, Neil’s not here right now. He’s with her mom going last minute Christmas shopping. She could’ve gone with them, but she doesn’t have anymore money to buy anything, spent it all on the arcade last week. She’s just going to give Neil and her mom cards, same as last year. Thank you for being the best mom! Max internally cringes. It sounds so fake every time she writes it. It’ll be even worse to write one for Neil. For Billy...well, she doesn’t know what he likes besides music and being an asshole, so he’ll get a card too.

She doesn’t believe in Santa anymore. Stopped believing when Billy ruined that for her literally the day they met. Laughed in her face and told her she was stupid for not realizing her mom’s the one who puts the presents under the tree. She remembers going to her mom and crying because the new boy just told her Santa’s not real. Turns out, when you stop believing in Santa, you also stop getting gifts from him. So for a couple years now, Max has only gotten one gift under the Christmas tree instead of two like she used to. No more presents from Santa, but at least Neil was happy about that. He said that he never thought this Santa business was any good for kids. False idols or whatever. Religious shit she doesn’t care about. Neil acts like he’s oh so religious, but they go to church about five times a year, and the entire time Neil’s only focused on Billy, who is doing everything in his power to annoy Max.

Well, tomorrow’s Christmas and her mom bought a horrible red dress with little white fluff across the edges, the same kind she’s seen too many little girls wear. She’ll have to convince her mom not to let her wear that. Later. Right now, she has a different focus, cook book stuffed underneath her arm as she searches for the ingredients. 

“Flour, sugar, baking soda, butter, eggs,” she mutters under her breath, repeating the ingredients to herself over and over again. Sounds easy enough. She’s never made cookies by herself before, but wherever Neil is, her mom is, and she doesn’t want Neil to get in the way of her Christmas festivities, as he likes to call them. So for now, she’s going to have to figure out how to do this by herself. She’s definitely not allowed to use the oven without an adult, but tonight, she’s planning to prove that she’s not a fucking child. 

She had just gotten started on the wet ingredients when she hears the back door slam shut, making her flinch hard. You’ve got to be fucking kidding. They haven’t even been gone for ten minutes. Neil must’ve forgotten something. She thinks she’s screwed and frantically starts hiding the bowls when she realizes those steps were far too heavy and obnoxious to be Neil’s. Max almost lets out a sigh of relief when Billy struts into the kitchen. He’s an asshole, but at least he’s not Neil. 

She doesn’t know where he went, probably went to hang out with some girl like he always tells Neil, but she swears the cologne he’s wearing smells vaguely similar to the one Steve had on the other day. Maybe they’re friends now? Nah. Must be some new popular teen cologne, she thinks, rolling her eyes. She won’t give it much more attention. 

“The fuck are you doing?” he asks, the scarred eyebrow lifting. He sounds more interested than angry.

“Making cookies. Go away,” she spits before turning her back to him and bringing her focus back to the wet ingredients.

He hums, amused like he always is when he’s annoying her, “Don’t think you’re supposed to be making anything by yourself, Maxi.”

She pauses what she’s doing, closes her eyes, and lets out a long sigh, tries to control her temper. “I’m not a fucking child, Billy. Go away,” she repeats. “I can handle it. And don’t call me that.”

He peers over her shoulder to look at what she’s making. She tries to ignore him, but she can literally feel him breathing down her neck, and he’s standing way too fucking close to her. She knows he’s doing it on purpose. 

“Maaaax,” he whispers. 

She continues ignoring him, mixing the bowl furiously, but after another minute of Billy just standing behind her, he snorts like somethings funny. And that pisses her off because nothing’s funny right now. He’s just an asshole who’s ruining her Christmas. 

So without warning, she spins around, slams two hands into his chest and pushes him as hard as she can (which isn’t saying much, but she’s not going to admit that). Billy didn’t see that coming. She can tell because he actually stumbles a little bit. So she doesn’t stop there, tries to push him out of the kitchen completely before he regains himself. She wasn’t fast enough.

When he realizes what she’s trying to do, he laughs. It’s not even the scary laugh that he made while beating up Steve last year. He’s laughing at her. The fucking asshole’s making fun of her, and it does nothing to soothe her frustration. This time, she aims a slap at his face, but he catches her wrist before she could do anything. She gasps aloud because ow that stung.

“Ouch, you jackass! That fucking hurt!” 

She starts hitting him with her left hand, gets in a few good hits before he snatches that one away too. If he were any closer, she would bite his wrist. She considers kicking him in the dick, but he must see what she’s thinking because he spins her around and bear hugs her from behind, trapping her arms to her side. They’re both panting now, but one from exertion and one from laughter. 

“Jesus Christ, Maxine,” he laughs. “I didn’t fucking do anything to you. The hell blew your fuse?”

“Stop laughing,” she huffs, struggling in his arms and trying to glare at him, because he still has a sleazy grin plastered on his face. She can fucking hear it in his voice. “And get off of me!”

“You cool?”

She’s totally not cool, but she’s not going to tell him that. “Yes I’m fucking cool.”

“You su-”

“YES IM SURE, BILLY.” 

He chuckles one more time before letting her go. “Whatever you say, Maxi-pad.” 

She decidedly ignores his comment and rubs her shoulder from where his arm pressed into hers. “Can you leave now?”

“Not until you tell me what you’re making.”

“I already said cookies.”

“What kind?” Max knows he’s not actually interested in her cookies. He just wants to find a reason to bug her longer. 

“Sugar. What else would I make for Christmas, dumbass.” She’s lucky he doesn’t immediately attack her for calling him ‘dumbass.’ She probably shouldn’t push it anymore. 

“I want you out of the kitchen in an hour,” he snaps, “And you better not burn this house down.” He strides out of the room before she can reply but not before giving her a stony look that warns of death. Asshole. 

Alone at last. Even if Billy’s home, it’s not like he’s going to leave his room anytime soon. He’ll lock himself in there and stay put for hours. She wonders what he does in there for so long and slightly winces when his music starts vibrating through the house. Max lets out a long sigh. She forgot about that. He usually doesn’t put it too loud when Neil’s home. 

She tries to block out the music and focus on the task at hand. Do they have any more eggs? 

---

Twenty minutes later, Max is staring at the oven proudly, hands on her hips. The cookies are currently baking, and she has a good feeling about them. They’re not pretty, and they’re oddly shaped (since they don’t have any cutouts), but she’s sure they’ll come out ok. She’s not, however, looking forward to cleaning up the entire kitchen. Its a mess, bowls everywhere, and the hand mixer is dripping onto the floor, but she can clean it up later, preferably before Billy comes out of hibernation and screams at her about it. But for now, she deserves a fucking break.

She heads off towards her room, and lounges around for ten minutes, looking through some comics, while waiting for the cookies to finish.

Things were going so well. So fucking well until the fire alarms starts blaring and makes Max jump out of her skin. She hears Billy’s music suddenly shut off. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

She’s too scared to move. She doesn’t move when she hears loud footsteps walking towards the kitchen, and she doesn’t move when the fire alarm stops ringing. She definitely doesn’t move when those loud footprints start getting increasingly louder, coming closer to her room. She’s going to die. She’s going to be murdered by her own brother. She shoots a quick prayer to whatever god out there that maybe she’ll survive this one long enough, so she can tell her mom goodbye. 

Her door bursts open. 

“MAXINE.” She recoils from his voice.“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?”

When she doesn’t say anything, his voice goes deathly quiet. “I leave you alone for barely an hour, and you manage to fuck it all up.” 

Max still doesn’t say anything. She imagines she looks like a deer in headlights because she’s totally frozen, sitting on her bed just staring at him. It must piss him off though because he starts towards her. Thankfully, something turns on in her brain and she immediately goes and stands on the other side of the bed where he can’t easily reach her. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m not going to do shit to you,” he says, running a hand over his face. When she still doesn’t move, utterly unconvinced, he continues. “I just want you to see what a bang up job you did of making those fucking cookies, so get out here.”

She’s still not totally convinced, but if she stays there any longer, he might try to drag her out himself so she’s just got to suck it up. She moves cautiously towards the door, side-eyeing Billy to see if he’s going to pounce, but he doesn’t. 

Thank God nothing besides the cookies were burnt. If anything was actually damaged, she wouldn’t even be alive right now. 

“I-I don’t know what happened, Billy. I literally followed the recipe so don’t try to blame me for this,” she snaps, turning around to glare at him.

He scoffs at her. “What happened,” he growls, grabbing the open cookbook and stabbing a finger into the page, “is that you didn’t read the fucking directions correctly and set the oven at 450 degrees instead of 350 degrees.”

Max looks at where he’s pointing and her spirit drops when she realizes that he’s right. It says right there, Preheat the oven to 350°F. She internally curses herself. How did she not see that? If she had just paid attention, she wouldn’t be in this mess. 

He watches her reaction and snorts. “Someone can’t read,” he says, and reaches out to ruffle her hair. She tries to slap his hand away, but it just makes him ruffle her hair harder. 

“Now clean-” But before he could complete his sentence, Max storms out of the kitchen, taking a wide turn around Billy so there’d be a smaller chance that he’d try to grab her. 

When she looks over at him though, it doesn’t look like he was going to anyway. She doesn’t know why he’s like this, why he always switches emotions every two seconds. Five minutes ago, he had barged into her room, murderous, and she was sure she was going to die. Now? Now he’s fucking joking with her. He literally just ruffled her hair like she’s his sister. She hates it. Why can’t he just be normal? 

She slams the door behind her and locks it as she walks in. Thankfully, Neil still hasn’t taken away her lock like he’d done for Billy, so she still has a semblance of privacy. She’s almost in tears, and she doesn’t know why. She’s just...frustrated. The sound of heavy footsteps come her way, and she immediately dives under her covers, pulling the duvet up and over her head. She’s embarrassed from her stupid mistake that Billy will inevitably make fun of her for. Thinking about it just makes more tears sting the corner of her eye. She wants to be left alone, but Billy’ll never let that happen. 

He pounds on the door. “Maxine, open up.”

She doesn’t answer, digging her head into her pillow harder. Maybe if she ignores him, he’ll leave. In the back of her head, she knows that that’s not what’s going to happen. 

"Hey shitbird, get your ass out here,” he says again, back to asshole mode and pounding harder on the door. “Did ya see the fucking kitchen? You better clean that shit up before Susan and Neil come home.”

She still doesn’t say anything. 

“Max,” his voice goes deadly quiet, “if you don’t get your ass out in the next ten seconds, I’m going to-”

“GO AWAY BILLY! I JUST WANTED TO MAKE COOKIES WITHOUT ANYONE BOTHERING ME FOR ONCE AND YOU JUST HAVE TO GO AND RUIN ANYTHING!” 

“You ruined that shit for your-”

“Leave me alone, Billy.” Her voice cracks when she says his name, and he must hear it because he does. She knows she’s going to have to clean the kitchen up eventually, but she can’t bring herself to right now. Maybe it’s because she’s going to start her period any second, or maybe it’s because Billy’s just a jerk, but she feels abnormally upset. Unreasonably miserable. Billy’s antics don’t usually put her in this bad of a mood, and she feels stupid for letting it. 

Ten minutes later, she hears him stomping around the house and the jingle of keys. The back door slams shut, and she knows he just left the house, probably to cool himself down before he actually murders her. 

She’s alone. 

----

Max wakes up startled from her nap with the sound of someone picking at her lock. She looks around widely for the time. An hour has passed, who’s-

The door burst open, and there stands a triumphant looking Billy. “HAH,” he shouts. “I’ve opened the door!”

She doesn’t know what to say to that. He sounds more stupid than usual. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t see him with a smile on his face very often. 

“What are you doing?” she asks cautiously because she doesn’t want to accidentally piss him off. 

“Come out here,” he says. Oh, not this again. She huffs and plops her face right back into the pillow, turning to her side so she’s facing away from the door. She’s not dealing with this again. If she wants to be locked up in her room, why can’t she?

“Max,” he calls, walking closer to her. “Get up, I’ve got stuff for you.” That peaks Max’s interests, and she raises her head a little, getting annoyed when she sees the smirk on Billy’s face. He knew saying that would get her to pay attention. 

“What?” 

“I’m not telling you until you get up,” he says, tugging at her blanket now. She smacks his hand away, and plops her head right back down. 

“Then I’m not getting up. You’re literally the fucking grinch so it’s not like it’s going to be anything good anyways.”

He laughs at that. “So if I’m the grinch, who are you? Cindy fucking Lou Who?” 

Max covers her smile with the duvet. “Just tell me what you got.”

“Nope,” Billy says and walks his annoying ass straight out of her room. 

She decides to stay in bed, refuses to give in to Billy’s obvious plan to get her to come out of her room. But curiosity catches up to her when she hears him banging around the kitchen, and five minutes later, she’s dragging herself out from under the covers and walking into the room. She stops when she catches Billy red handed, literally, with two of his fingers dipped into a small bowl of red icing. 

When he sees her watching, he grins at her, teeth stained red and gross. “Oh hey there Maxine. Didn’t see ya there. I’m really enjoying this lovely frosting,” He waggles his fingers at her for emphasis. “Better take it away from me before I eat it all.”

He’s about to double dip his nasty fingers into the frosting again before Max can’t help herself and has to cut in. 

She runs up to him and smacks his hand away. “Oh my God. Billy, that’s literally so unsanitary. Give it here.” She takes the can of frosting from him, and mumbles you’re so gross under her breath. The cover of the can features pretty sugar cookies all covered in red frosting and sprinkles. If only she still had her stupid cookies. Now they’re at the bottom of the trash can, all black and burnt. 

“Why’d you buy this anyway? Not like I’m gonna be using them anymore.”

Billy drums his fingers on the counter. “It’s so you can decorate your little cookies,” he says. “You’re lucky I’m craving sugar right now.” She hasn’t properly decorated cookies since California when she was with her dad. It might not seem like a big deal to him, but she’s getting excited over it. He can probably tell by the smile that has just spread across her face. 

“I’m giving you a second chance, so don’t fucking screw this up. You hear me?” he’s glaring at her now, all threats and ager. Of course, he immediately tries to ruin the moment. 

 “So you’ll let me make them again?”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if they come out shit again, though. You can’t cook to save your life.”

She huffs. Totally not true. “We don’t have any more butter though.”

He pats the plastic bag on the counter. “’s all in here.” 

She looks over at the bag he touched. So is that where he went while she was sleeping? 

“You went to the store?”

He grunts in response. “Figured you’d need more shit after your first failed attempt.”

“Ok, thanks,” she says, already making a grab for the hand mixer. “You can leave now.” 

“Ungrateful ass,” he snorts. “Last time I left, you burnt the fucking cookies and set off the fire alarm so I don’t think so.”

Max sighs. “So what? You’re just gonna stand there?”

He smirks at her, leaning against the counter. “Hand me the mixer.” 

---

Apparently Billy’s good at baking because ten minutes later he has all the ingredients combined and the dough rolled out on the table. She didn’t roll out the dough during her attempt so it makes sense now why her cookies were ugly even before they got burnt. 

They only bickered a couple times. Once because Max questioned him about how he smells suspiciously like Steve. She didn’t expect him to get so defensive, but he immediately snapped at her and told her not to get into other people’s business. His defensiveness made her think that him and Steve were friends now, and he’s just embarrassed to admit it. Or maybe they’re...more? When she suggested that though, he nearly shoved her head into the dough so that’s going to be the last time she investigates on that. 

The second time, they bickered over whether or not they should add food coloring to the dough. I payed good money for this, shitbird, so we’re using it. They eventually decided to make different batches, some with dye and some without.  

“Do we need to cut them into circles now?”

“The fuck are you thinking? Circles are boring.”

Max rolls her eyes. “Oh I’m ever so sorry for offending you, master baker Billy,” she says sarcastically.  “What do you suggest we do to spice up this atrocious dough.”

Billy points his head towards the plastic bag. “Look in there, junior baker Maxine.”

She reaches out for the magical plastic bag. It’s already given her butter and red frosting. What else could be in there? Her entire face lights up when she sees a can of green frosting, four different cookie cutters, and so many sprinkles. 

“Consider this your Christmas present because you’re not going to get anything else.”

She gapes at him. He’s never done anything nice to her in her entire life. Ok, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but it’s definitely a once in a blue moon occasion. 

“Thank you,” she says, still gaping at him. She doesn’t know what else to say. 

“Yeah well stop staring at me like that.” He reaches across and flicks her mouth shut. “And close your mouth. You’re gonna catch flies.” 

She doesn’t say anything to that, but stares down at the plastic bag again. She’ll decorate a cookie for her mom. A red one with green sparkles. She wonders if Billy’ll decorate one for his dad. Probably not. Guess he’ll go cookie-less. Better for his cholesterol anyways. 

Her thoughts are disrupted when Billy’s fingers smudge bright, red, frosting across her face. She flinches and tries to shove him off but he does it again, icing smeared across both cheeks now. 

“You asshole,” she laughs, reaching inside the plastic bag and pulling out the green frosting. “You’re so on.”

By the end of their frosting battle, they’re both covered in red and green icing. At one point Billy even started showering her with sprinkles. It’ll take forever to get it out of her hair, and there’s barely any frosting left for the cookies, but there was just enough to make it last. 

Their parents were appalled when they walked in on their children covered in sugar, but it was worth it. Neil wasn’t even that upset since her mom was seemed happy enough. Susan followed them around with a camera, trying to convince them to pose together. You guys look so cute! C’mon just one picture. They retreated to their rooms to hide. 

Max ended up with two Christmas presents under the tree that year. 

[black-widowfics]

My most used writing Prompts:

(There's a lot)

1. "I love you... baby"

2. "God, you're adorable"

3. "Hey, cutie"

4. "I promise to love you for the rest of my life"

5. "I don't care if you're sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it"

6. "You are so perfect"

7. "You're the best part of me"

8. "Stay here with me. Please?"

9. "I'm speechless you're so beautiful"

10. "Aww! You're adorable"

11. "So romantic"

12. "I'll love you until the end of the universe" "haven't we been there before?"

13. "Do you need a hug?"

14. "I love you, my dearest"

15. "Come here, I need to hug you"

16. "When everything's wrong, it's you that makes it right"

17. "You're the one"

18. "Have i ever pointed out how beautiful you are? " "Yes, all the time"

19. "I'm bored" " then why don't we do something more interesting?"

20. Forehead kisses

21. Hand kisses

22. "That tickles!" Kisses

23. Kisses that make them smile

24. Breathless kisses

25. Cheek kisses

26. Nose Kisses

27. "God, i love you" Kisses

28. Kisses that end with laughter

29. Never wanting to pull away kisses

30. Multiple face kisses

31. Big, long kisses

32. Long Awaited Kisses

34. "Finally, you guys kissed" Kisses

35. Goodbye kisses

36. Kisses accompanied by happy tears

37. Kisses accompanied by sad tears

38. Kisses that get interrupted

39. Kisses to distract them from winning

40. "Just woke up" Kisses

41. Excited Kisses

42. Long awaited kisses

43. "I missed you so much" kisses

44. Sneaking up behind them and surprising them kisses

45. Kisses to help them concentrate

46. Kisses as a reward(passed a hard exam, won a game, etc)

47. "No! No! No! Wake up! Please!"

48. "Please don't leave"

49. "... I love you"

50. "You killed someone, do you really think they'll still love you?!"

51. "They were my world, but now they're gone"

52. "I miss you so much, please come back"

53. "I know you're gone, but i feel you here"

54. "Tears are all I see without you"

55. "You're happy, with someone else. And that hurts"

56. "Just leave!"

57. "Promise me you'll live a great life, without me"

58. "I don't need you"

59. "The world is dull without you"

60. "I miss being in your arms"

61. "Get out of my life!"

62. "I don't love you anymore"

63. "Goodnight, i have always loved you "

65. "I may be dying, but please, don't cry over me"

67. "Thank you, for helping me live the greatest life i could"

68. "These tears will never stop falling"

69. "You were so perfect, but now you're gone"

70. "You were so perfect, but now you're moved on"

71. That's the way to break my heart"

72. "You're happy in someone else's arms "

73. "Take me back to the good old days "

74. Billions of people in the world, and I chose you, how stupid was that"

75. "I wish i didn't have to lose you"

76. "I wish you didn't have to lose me "

77. "I wish that could be me "

78. Character A and Character B, sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the company Christmas Party.

79. Character A's best friend rigs the Secret Santa, because they know Character A has a crush on Character B.

80. Character A's ex will be at the A is attending. Character B poses as A's fiancée.

81. "Don't look at me, I was still dead at the time."

82. "....Aren't you a little young, to be here?"

83. Character A and Character B meet in the ER on Christmas Eve.

84. Character A can't wrap gifts to save their life. Character B is their neighbor and can help.

85. Character A vows to do something nice for a stranger. Character B is that stranger.

86. Character A and Character B both sign up for a Pen Pal project to exchange postcards.

87. Character A and Character B broke up, but now they meet at a _____ party.

88. Character A is stuck working in a coffee shop on Christmas and Character B is the lonely soul spending their whole day there.

89. Character A's little sibling/child wants to meet their favorite celebrity/writer/person for their birthday. Character B is called "birthday present".

90. Character A can't travel to see their family on Christmas, so they invite their grumpy loner neighbor Character B.

91. Character A and Character B compete in (some kind of) house decoration.

92. Character A bakes too many ______ so they share it with Character B.

93. It's Character A's first Christmas since a tragedy.

94. Character A returns to their birth-town for the holidays. Character B is their estranged childhood best friend.

95. Character A is pretending to be their friend's lover for the sake of the friend's family. Character B is said friend's sibling.

96. Character A loses a bet and has to wear_____ . Character B won the bet.

97. Character A owns a _____ store. Character B is looking for a present.

98. Character A doesn't feel the Christmas spirit but Character B, who lives above them, keeps playing Christmas carols really loud.

99. Character A overhears Character B's birthday wish and decides to fulfill it.

100. Character A was planning to leave dramatically after their confession but character B unhooked their batteries when A wasn't looking so I guess they have to talk about it now.

101. Your doomsday device didn't work but it did put me in the hospital so what are you doing in my room?

102. We've been roommates for seven years and we had a fight but you left me a note right after you moved out saying you were in love with me.

103. "If we get out of this mess you and I are going to have a serious talk about the appropriate time for emotional conversations."

104. "According to these screenshots I need to leave the country immediately."

105. Spontaneously confessed to crush while under the influence.

106. Tried to have a conversation with a cardboard cutout after surgery.

107. "That's it I'm never leaving my room again I can't live this one down."

108. Gave a brutally honest opinion and doesn't remember it.

109. "You said you had the best idea ever and then proceeded to write [extremely stupid thing] as a note to yourself."

110. "tried kissing once and it wasn't for us."

111. We make out at parties and clubs so other folks will leave us alone.

112. "Of course I'm in their lap where else am I going to sit?"

113. Their constantly orbiting around each other.

114. "just because YOUR friends aren't affectionate doesn't mean that there's a problem with US".

115. platonic cuddle puddle.

116. Not so platonic cuddle puddle.

117. "So what we go on friend dates, don't make it weird."

118. Always carries the other's favorite snacks.

119. "I thought I told you to stop calling me 'Your Majesty'."

120. "Lower you weapons!"

121. "I...I am not worthy of this crown."

122. "People are fighting– dying for their kingdom! What kind of Ruler would I be if I didn't join them at the front lines?"

123. "You know I am a prince/princess/royal, right?" "Well yes-" "Then do me a favor and stop telling me what to do."

124. "Since when do you know how to wield a sword?"

125. "Go! If this kingdom goes down, then I will go down with it as it's Ruler"

126. "All the fine silks and perfumes in the world won't mask what a pompous jerk you are."

127. "After all this time, you still don't trust me?"

128. "Get me out of this dress!"

129. "Why so serious, Your Highness?"

130. "How does a walk through the gardens sound?"

131. "I do believe I've proven that you are more than a mere guard to me, ______."

132. "This kingdom cannot go on without you! Please, it's time for you to take your rightful place at the throne."

133. "Your Majesty, is that blood on your dress?"

134. "Walk with me, please. I can't stand another second in that room with their intoxicating pride and old perfumes."

135. "At ease, _____, I know I'm safe with you by my side."

136. "I see we're back to 'Your Highness'. "

137. "A moment with you is far more exciting than a lifetime of cheap conversations and corsets."

138. "...is that my crown you're wearing?"

139. "Promise you'll come back to me." "As long as you promise to wait for me."

140. "Let go of me– that is an order!"

141. "Forgive me, my love."

142. "No, no, it looks far better on you than it does me."

143."This is the part where I kiss the extremely beautiful princess, right?"

144. "how could I ever love someone else?"

145. I'm dancing with my demons

146.I just can't imagine how you could be okay now that I'm gone

147. "I wanna fall wide awake"

148. "You tell me it's alright but its not!"

149. "Tell me I'm forgiven... please."

150. "Nobody can save me"

151. "I don't wanna let you down"

152. "Only I can save me"

153. "There's no getting through to you"

154. "You say I can't understand"

155. "When you leave me, where do you go?"

156. "I'm just talking to myself"

157. "Can't you hear me calling you home?"

158. "You keep running like the sky is falling"

159. "I've got a long way to go and a long memory."

160. "If my armor breaks I'll fuse it back together"

161. "Please just don't give up on me"

162. "I know the words we said"

163. "This is not black and white"

164. "I was not mad at you"

165. "If you ever felt invisible, I won't let you feel that now"

166. "You just wanna know you're being heard"

167. "I don't like my mind right now"

168. "There's comfort in the panic"

169. "I drive myself crazy"

170. "Why is everything so heavy?"

171." I'm pretty sure the world is out to get me"

172. "I know I'm not the center of the universe"

173. "I only halfway apologize"

174. "I'll be sorry for now"

175. "Sometimes things refuse to go the way we planned"

176. "There will be a day that you will understand"

177. "After a while you may forget"

178. "I never wanted to say goodbye"

179. "I've never been higher than I was that night"

180. "Now I remember"

181. "I don't know what I want"

182. "Were there signs I ignored?"

183. "Can I help you not to hurt anymore?"

184. "Who cares if one more light goes out in a sky of a million stars?" "I do"

185. "You're angry, and you should be"

186. "It's not fair"

187. "You're gonna hurt someone"

188. "Watch the friends you keep."

189. "Sharp edges have consequences"

190. "Every scar is a story I can tell"

191. "I loved you like a house of cards, and let it fall apart"

192. "It made me who I am"

193. "We all fall down"

194. "We live somehow"

195. "I can't live without you."

196. "You're the only one for me."

197. "I've never loved anyone the way I love you."

198. "The things you do to me..."

199. "You're too good to me."

200. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

201. "You're the most beautiful person I know."

202. "Stay with me... please."

203. "Nothing has ever felt so right."

204. "You don't know how much you do for me just by being there."

205. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

206. "No matter what anyone says, I'll cherish you forever."

207. "You make it so easy to love you."

208. "I want to hold you and never let go."

209. "Kiss me."

210. "My only wish is to see you happy."

211. "You make me a better person."

212. "I love you more than words can express."

213. "Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, I just wish you had kept yours to yourself."

214. "I don't know how to tell you this, but yelling at someone to, stop panicking, isn't going to stop them from panicking."

215. "It's not your fault. Sometimes you can do everything right, and things will still go wrong.... This just happened to be one of those times."

216. ".....I'm going to pretend I didn't see that."

217. "Why am I the one who always ends up getting targeted by the creep of the week?!"

218. "Fuck.... I knew I should have bought those light up sneakers."

219. "None of this, seems healthy."

220. "....Should I be concerned?"

221. "I said pass it to me, not 'throw it in my general direction'!"

222. "It is my deep pleasure, to inform you that I am not the one in charge here."

223. "Quick! You hide the equipment, I'll hide the grenades!"

224. "Should I call someone for you?"

225. "Did you take anything?"

226. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

227. "When was the last time you ate anything?"

228. "Can you walk?"

229. "How do you think this will all end?"

230. "Do you need an ambulance?"

231. "Where you crying?"

232. "Should someone help you get home?"

233. "Do you know where you are?"

234. "Can you tell me your name?"

235. "Where do you want me to take you to?"

236. "Do you need my help?"

237. "How do you feel now?"

238. "Can I do anything that would make it better?"

239. "Do you want my jacket?"

240. "Can you let me see your eyes?"

241. "Should I stay a bit longer?"

242. "Will you be alright?"

243. "Do you have someone who can look after you?”

244. “An interesting crossover”

[d-l-dare]

“The Electrician”

Talking on the phone with the Pettington family, I never would've thought they would be living in a decrepit old house like this. The house I stood before looked like it was from a horror movie. the wood that held the house together looked so old it was bowing with some jagged looking splinters sticking out. You could hardly tell the house had been painted, outside of the small stretches of white paint that had nearly completely been stripped away over the years. it was a two story house and the top center window behind the balcony appeared to have a large jagged crack, leading from the top corner down to the bottom center. With a house like this, it's no wonder they decided to call an electrician. Any wiring in this house mustn't have been touched in thirty years.

After one last glance at the house, I stepped to the back of my electric company van and grabbed some tools to assist me in checking the wiring. I shut the door and made my way down the broken concrete path that lead to the front door. although the trees looming overhead gave this place a specifically dark feeling, I was surprised to find that the grass had been kept short.

The first step of the porch let out a loud creaking, as though the wood was about to give way. I hurried my way up the steps before the belief that I'd fall through them would become a reality. I knocked on the door and waited for a reply. I looked around as I waited. it seemed unsettling that it was a bright summer day, but stepping into this persons yard made it appear a day in autumn, with the chilled breeze floating through the air. the leaves on the trees, surrounding the house and leaving it in an eerie darkness, appeared to be changing colors, some even dying and falling to the ground.

"Hi, you must be the electrician!" said a scruffy looking man that looked like a lumberjack with his red and black flannel shirt.

"I am," I stuck my hand out, the man meeting me with a handshake. "You said some electric outlets weren't working?"

He nodded. he led me inside. the house on the inside didn't match what it looked like on the outside at all. the inside looked like a brand new house, clean white painted walls, a fancy looking kitchen with high tech appliances, a fake fireplace against the center wall in the living room. The blonde woman sitting on the couch, facing the tv, whom i assumed to be his wife, waved at me with a friendly smile on her face before returning her gaze to the television.

I continued to follow the man as he explained to me how he was in his office, working on a novel on his computer, when the outlet just suddenly stopped working. I asked him what he was writing. "It's nothing really, just a short horror story to keep me practicing writing before my next book idea comes to me."

"So you've written books before?" I asked.

"I have one so far, I sent it to the publishers about a month ago. I'm waiting to see what they think about it before it enters publication. It's called 'A Hole in Terror'."

We continued to walk and talk about his book before we finally made it to his office. The walls were yellowed with a small window overlooking his desk that held an old, white, cube shaped monitor. "so this is your computer?" i asked.

"yup, I've had this baby for a good fifteen year, it hasn't failed me yet." he said, his arm atop the monitor with a smirk on his face. "here's the outlet that blew up on me." he pointed to the outlet below the window. it was a brown outlet with engraved vertical stripes covering it. I hadn't seen one of these in a while.

I placed my tool into the outlet socket and pressed a button. The light on top of the device flashed red, indicating that there was no power to it.

"Well, you're right," I turned to him, "the outlet is dead."

He nodded. "Is there anything you need from me?" he asked.

"Yes, where is your fuse box so I can begin working on this?"

He waved his hand at me, signaling me to follow him.

"I know it's in a weird place, but this house is kind of old, as you can tell." He led me to a hallway between two bedrooms and pulled down a ladder that was attached to a cutout in the ceiling. I followed him up the ladder.

The attic was probably the eeriest part of the house. the only light was beaming in from the cracked window I'd seen earlier from outside. The attic was lightly crowded with things of varying sizes that were all covered in a white sheet. 

There were several cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. The smell of dust was so overpowering in here, it left me sneezing a good fifteen times.

"Sorry about the mess in here." he said as he made his way through the clutter to the fuse box on the far wall.

"It's okay, I've seen worse." I assured him.

I felt something scurry over my foot, just after stepping over a box. It made me jump, however, remaining calm.

Finally, we made it to the fuse box. He opened it up and skimmed through the labels on the switches before flipping a switch. "That should be the office."

***

After removing the outlet cover, I noticed something peculiar about the wiring. The colored rubber outside the wiring had been torn away, revealing smaller copper wiring inside. Most of it had actually been cut off the outlet completely. 

No wonder his computer quit working. Had it not, the house could've caught fire. But what could've done this. It had to have been recent, judging by how fresh the cut was. But the only way this could've been done was from within the wall, since this outlet cover hadn't been removed, probably since it'd been placed here in the beginning. How was I going to explain this to them? They'd think me to be some sort of a nut job.

Pushing the thoughts aside, I got to work in fixing the outlet.

***

"You should be all set, Mr. Pettington." I said, packing up my toolbox.

"What was wrong with it?" he asked.

"Not much. It kind of looked like it'd been cut or something. It could've been the old wiring giving way," I explained. "But everything should be good to go."

He thanked me after giving me the check, and I made my way out of that house.

As I made my way to the van, I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned around to see what I assumed was a small pale child with dark hair and tattered clothes. The child continued looking at me for another second before pushing open the wall next to the front door, which revealed a small opening. The child crept inside. It turned back around to face me with glaring eyes before quickly closing the wall back up.

[theideaofmelbourne-oliver]

Another substation, The Other Home

Nestled in gatehouse st lives the other home. One of many distributed across the city, fused a top the humble substation. The substation as an architecture speaks nothing on its outside of what lives inside it. It is dull and inoffensive, existing, invisible to those around it.

There is something somewhat comical about the substation as a typology. They sit in prime real estate. A public building that is merely a set of facades. No internal exists for the public. However, we don't object to them. We know that they exist for a purpose, something we benefit from, that gives us something in return for very little. In contrast, public housing has been a point of debate since its construction in Melbourne. Seen as an eyesore. With boring facades. With no internal.

I sought to exploit this dichotomy. Taking what I ignore of the substation and utilising it.

The reliance on these substations cannot be understated. As the city and the suburbs densify, the need for the substation grows as we consume more power. The vertical real estate a top the substation is ripe for the taking. Using complimentary materials four new walls are erected directly above the existing four, the other home then exists. Its windows, mirrors of the substation below, show nothing else of what could be located within. The entry to the other home is shown via a cutout of one of the walls shielded by a screen. Power lines run above the other home suggesting to the public that this is just another part of what they have already ignored. The other house is not a spectacle. It tucks itself into the surrounding. Its exterior captures the mundane, it chooses not to stand out. In some ways, the other house takes advantage of our complacence in what we consider and value, what we think deserves the right to land and space.

This is its strength.

As a system the other house can exist through those who use power, by adding percentage of a power bill paid, the accumulation of money would be able to fund the construction of the other home.

This project takes advantage of the collective. Collective intelligence. Collective complacence. Collective blindness. Its internal logic is that of any other home.

[watchesformenskorea-blog]

Hamilton Jazzmaster Viewmatic Automatic H42725151 Men's Watch: Shine your Individuality

Here’s the juice: The see-through case back finds a place in its naming. The Hamilton Jazzmaster Viewmatic Automatic men's watches from Hamilton are well-famed for their offerings with an in-depth look. When you are done with that, you’ll find the face as captivating. Almost all of today’s long-time lurkers in the horological universe did the same; it’s much later they found the clean numbers and indices of the Hamilton Jazzmaster Viewmatic Automatic H42725151 Men's Watch enticing, the hands very sharp and precise. And the whole beauty of it! The skeleton back – a gimmick, mostly; but creative, nonetheless – is what you dig first. A little more elaborate: A stainless steel built with rose gold accents on the pristine white dial and yellow gold on its exteriors, the Hamilton Jazzmaster Viewmatic Automatic H42725151 Men's Watch has a 50 meter water resistance and exudes serious masculine luxury. That what fusing Swiss watch technology with American design roots brings. It is the Hamilton personality showcased through innovation and creativity! Owning worries (and why you eventually overcome them): Buying automatic watches could be tricky. The allure of precision mechanisms is high, with the spring and trains and gears crafted optimally to stay flawlessly functional even under brute force. Amidst all that arrangement, being able to see them work is just a nice, added bonus. It varies from person to person in matters of visual pleasures. The Hamilton Jazzmaster Viewmatic Automatic H42725151 Men's Watch is made for the social, mostly sedentary settings albeit a strong construction. So, don’t expect a diver-like glow at night; the lume is just strong and not very strong. The Hamilton Jazzmaster line receives laser-engraved cutouts and finishing, which makes it meant to be seen. The polished hands, very much unlike the norm, of the Hamilton Jazzmaster Viewmatic Automatic H42725151 Men's Watch are not lost against the white dial. Rose gold is again, tricky; but Hamilton Mens Watch avoided opting for the easy way out. There are no extraneous sparkles that make you digress. The decoration is all in its components, materials and finish, including the sapphire-topped windows front and back. The Caliber H-10 movement of the Hamilton Jazzmaster Viewmatic Automatic H42725151 Men's Watch is an enhanced ETA C07.111, a beautiful, booty-full workhorse of a movement. Its distinctively skeletonized mono-block rotor has an H-shape cut-out, one of the several aviation-inspired features. It is well-built, accurate and easy on maintenance. What it lacked is an originality (being a stock movement); Hamilton developed it further in-house. The power reserve of the Hamilton Jazzmaster Viewmatic Automatic Men's Watch addresses the need for longer power reserves. The new H-10 movement has 80 hours of power reserve, which comes due to a suppressed escapement regulator used this time.

[marcelfaber4]

How To Repair The Engine/Pump of a Vacuum

For your vacuum cleaner’s performance to be up the mark, the engine or pump needs to be working efficiently.

The pump has moving parts which tend to fail overtime as a result of normal aging or wear and tear. Here’s a guide on how to repair your vacuum cleaner engine.

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Covering The Basic

Before we teach you how to repair your vacuum cleaner engine, first you need to know how a vacuum works and a few basic things you will need to repair the engine or pump.

The vacuum cleaner has a fan where a motor is attached. When the fan rotates, suction is created, pulling in the polluted air as well as debris and dirt. Then, a porous bag in the vacuum cleaner filters out the dirt-filled air stream. Read More: Shark vs Dyson Vacuum Comparison

Now, to repair your vacuum cleaner engine, you will need to use pliers and screwdrivers.

1) Disassembling

Start by removing the handles, getting rid of filters, and taking out the switch assembly. Be careful not to disturb the electrical connector which is typically underneath the switch assembly.

Remove the vacuum case that’s protecting the interior in order to access the core engine. This is much easier if you unscrew the neighboring motherboard so it can move freely and you get to work where needed, instead of removing it completely since you will have to rewire everything back which can be tricky if you have no experience.

In most vacuum cleaners, it’s not necessary to remove any rubber bumpers surrounding the cord wires or machine.

Take note:

You need to be gentle in removing the parts as the little pieces and bits are fragile. Also, remember where all items were previously positioned, more importantly, the screws.

Now that you’ve released the vacuum cleaner’s pump cabinet, take the motor out of the vacuum. Some models will have a motor chamber that contains all motor assembly while others only have a motor shell.

Read More:

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2) Cleaning and Fixing Engine Parts

At the end of the motor, you’ll see a metal shield. Tap it lightly to expose the blower fan. Remove the nut holding the fan in its position. This should allow you to remove the flat spacer washer and the aluminum blower.

Gently lift the carbon motor brushes out. These are typically held in place with the spade connectors so you can seamlessly pull them out directly. The motor brushes should look solid and long.

From there, you should see 2 types of housing— the stator housing which holds that female spade socket and the brass housing which holds the male spade connector.

Once the brushes are removed, you can clean them with the electrical cleaner or replace them altogether to get the best out of your vacuum cleaner.

Take note:

If you decide to replace the brushes, always replace both of them at the same time.

After the brushes, you can now remove the vacuum engine stator by pressing down on the metal spring clip which fastens it in place. The stator should slide out easily.

There should be an electronic controller attached to the stator. You should clean up any dust or dirt residue on the inside of the stator and its housing, contributing to the optimum performance of your vacuum cleaner.

After the stator, you’ll have to carefully pull out the rotor. It should have bearing on either end in addition to the lower bearing that’s pressed into the housing which you also need to pull out carefully. Make sure not to lose the flat small spring washer and that the rotor should be removed in one piece.

You might also notice the commutator found at the end of the rotor. These are rings of copper strip which can be super dirty, which are the common cause of faulty vacuum cleaner engines. To fix this issue, you need to mount the rotor in a mini lathe (if you have one). Using wet and dry fine sandpaper, sand down the end of the commutator.

The commutator doesn’t need to be perfectly smooth and should operate just fine if there are a few small scores present. Use only feather-like strokes in order to sand down the commutator and be careful not to sand a lot away.

Next is the aluminum blower that will most likely be clogged with dust. You need to unclog it to improve the overall functioning of the vacuum cleaner. One swift push around some fins with long cable tie should do the trick in addition to an electric cleaner.

Read More:

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3) Repairing The Electronic Gears

To repair your vacuum cleaner engine electronics, you need to be extremely careful since there will not be much that’s attached as well as a few loose main connections will be exposed.

The electronic structure of the engine is simple, containing the thermal cutout of the device as well as a triac with 20 – 30 amp. Ensure that all the triac wires are connected to the body. Also, ensure that all parts of the plastic clips holding the connectors together are not compromised, wrapping the connector in electrical tape to securely hold it together.

See if the fuse is intact, otherwise, you need to replace the fuse and check to see if the connections in the plugs are okay.

4) Reassembling

Once you’re done with all the cleaning and repairing, it is time to re-assemble the engine.

Make sure that all parts are completely dry before reassembling since you don’t want to risk short circuitry.

Restore all the pieces and screws back to their rightful places and take your time while doing it. Double-check to confirm that everything is back in place and that all wiring is intact. Read Here: How to Unclog a Vacuum Cleaner?

After reassembling, plug the vacuum cleaner to an outlet and turn it on. It should be able to function properly and correctly unless you made some mistake during the repairing and reassembling process.

In such a case, you’ll need to disassemble it once again or take the vacuum cleaner to a qualified professional in order to repair your vacuum cleaner engine.

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How To Repair The Engine/Pump of a Vacuum

For your vacuum cleaner’s performance to be up the mark, the engine or pump needs to be working efficiently.

The pump has moving parts which tend to fail overtime as a result of normal aging or wear and tear. Here’s a guide on how to repair your vacuum cleaner engine.

Read More:

How To Repair The Engine/Pump of a Vacuum

How To Empty Shark Vacuum -Step by Step Instruction

How To Reset Shark Ion Robot- Simple Instructions

How To Get Dog Urine Smell Out Of Carpet?

Shark Vacuum Won’t Turn On – How To Fix It

Covering The Basic

Before we teach you how to repair your vacuum cleaner engine, first you need to know how a vacuum works and a few basic things you will need to repair the engine or pump.

The vacuum cleaner has a fan where a motor is attached. When the fan rotates, suction is created, pulling in the polluted air as well as debris and dirt. Then, a porous bag in the vacuum cleaner filters out the dirt-filled air stream. Read More: Shark vs Dyson Vacuum Comparison

Now, to repair your vacuum cleaner engine, you will need to use pliers and screwdrivers.

1) Disassembling

Start by removing the handles, getting rid of filters, and taking out the switch assembly. Be careful not to disturb the electrical connector which is typically underneath the switch assembly.

Remove the vacuum case that’s protecting the interior in order to access the core engine. This is much easier if you unscrew the neighboring motherboard so it can move freely and you get to work where needed, instead of removing it completely since you will have to rewire everything back which can be tricky if you have no experience.

In most vacuum cleaners, it’s not necessary to remove any rubber bumpers surrounding the cord wires or machine.

Take note:

You need to be gentle in removing the parts as the little pieces and bits are fragile. Also, remember where all items were previously positioned, more importantly, the screws.

Now that you’ve released the vacuum cleaner’s pump cabinet, take the motor out of the vacuum. Some models will have a motor chamber that contains all motor assembly while others only have a motor shell.

Read More:

How To Repair The Engine/Pump of a Vacuum

How To Empty Shark Vacuum -Step by Step Instruction

How To Reset Shark Ion Robot- Simple Instructions

How To Get Dog Urine Smell Out Of Carpet?

Shark Vacuum Won’t Turn On – How To Fix It

2) Cleaning and Fixing Engine Parts

At the end of the motor, you’ll see a metal shield. Tap it lightly to expose the blower fan. Remove the nut holding the fan in its position. This should allow you to remove the flat spacer washer and the aluminum blower.

Gently lift the carbon motor brushes out. These are typically held in place with the spade connectors so you can seamlessly pull them out directly. The motor brushes should look solid and long.

From there, you should see 2 types of housing— the stator housing which holds that female spade socket and the brass housing which holds the male spade connector.

Once the brushes are removed, you can clean them with the electrical cleaner or replace them altogether to get the best out of your vacuum cleaner.

Take note:

If you decide to replace the brushes, always replace both of them at the same time.

After the brushes, you can now remove the vacuum engine stator by pressing down on the metal spring clip which fastens it in place. The stator should slide out easily.

There should be an electronic controller attached to the stator. You should clean up any dust or dirt residue on the inside of the stator and its housing, contributing to the optimum performance of your vacuum cleaner.

After the stator, you’ll have to carefully pull out the rotor. It should have bearing on either end in addition to the lower bearing that’s pressed into the housing which you also need to pull out carefully. Make sure not to lose the flat small spring washer and that the rotor should be removed in one piece.

You might also notice the commutator found at the end of the rotor. These are rings of copper strip which can be super dirty, which are the common cause of faulty vacuum cleaner engines. To fix this issue, you need to mount the rotor in a mini lathe (if you have one). Using wet and dry fine sandpaper, sand down the end of the commutator.

The commutator doesn’t need to be perfectly smooth and should operate just fine if there are a few small scores present. Use only feather-like strokes in order to sand down the commutator and be careful not to sand a lot away.

Next is the aluminum blower that will most likely be clogged with dust. You need to unclog it to improve the overall functioning of the vacuum cleaner. One swift push around some fins with long cable tie should do the trick in addition to an electric cleaner.

Read More:

How To Repair The Engine/Pump of a Vacuum

How To Empty Shark Vacuum -Step by Step Instruction

How To Reset Shark Ion Robot- Simple Instructions

How To Get Dog Urine Smell Out Of Carpet?

Shark Vacuum Won’t Turn On – How To Fix It

3) Repairing The Electronic Gears

To repair your vacuum cleaner engine electronics, you need to be extremely careful since there will not be much that’s attached as well as a few loose main connections will be exposed.

The electronic structure of the engine is simple, containing the thermal cutout of the device as well as a triac with 20 – 30 amp. Ensure that all the triac wires are connected to the body. Also, ensure that all parts of the plastic clips holding the connectors together are not compromised, wrapping the connector in electrical tape to securely hold it together.

See if the fuse is intact, otherwise, you need to replace the fuse and check to see if the connections in the plugs are okay.

4) Reassembling

Once you’re done with all the cleaning and repairing, it is time to re-assemble the engine.

Make sure that all parts are completely dry before reassembling since you don’t want to risk short circuitry.

Restore all the pieces and screws back to their rightful places and take your time while doing it. Double-check to confirm that everything is back in place and that all wiring is intact. Read Here: How to Unclog a Vacuum Cleaner?

After reassembling, plug the vacuum cleaner to an outlet and turn it on. It should be able to function properly and correctly unless you made some mistake during the repairing and reassembling process.

In such a case, you’ll need to disassemble it once again or take the vacuum cleaner to a qualified professional in order to repair your vacuum cleaner engine.

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