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[justalittletoocorrupted]

Secret Santa prompt!

Merry Christmas you guys!! I know I've been gone a while but I had taken a part in a discord writing secret Santa! My person was @onlywhump so I really hope you enjoy!!

Lots To Do

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It was a bright day out. The sun was shining, the people in the city were happy… and the hero was on their way to a meeting with their boss, superhero! Well… maybe less of a meeting and more of an evaluation. The week prior the hero had brought to light a gruesome story of a civilian that had been kidnapped by a villain the world had now deemed “the metal welder” for their horrific crime of turning the once loved civilian into a robotic structure that was once remnant of a person. Although the hero was able to save the civilian, they had found that the villain had made a quick escape before they or their team could catch them. Hero had been well thanked for their hard work towards discovering, locating, and saving the victim involved… though they had hoped to have gotten the thanks for catching the villain too. But the most important part was getting the victim! That the hero did leaving them *something* to be proud of.

But.. maybe if they were a little quicker, then they wouldn’t have gotten here….

Everything had gone by so fast. One moment the hero was rummaging through their bag to find their keys to get inside the building, then the next they were on the ground. There were dark stars invading their vision from all over that continued to grow until they could see nothing at all! The worst part was they couldn’t even see who it was that had caused this…

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By the time the poor hero woke up something was different. Very different. However there was little time given to figure out what it was that had changed before a voice from somewhere behind them spoke up. 

“Sleep well?”

Hero sat up quickly, a panic rushing through their mind as they scrambled to find who it was behind them. Strangely enough.. their head was able to turn far enough to meet the eyes of their kidnapper. Could their neck go that far before?

“Ah, I see you’re using your new perks already..” The stranger grinned.

“Perks?? What do y–” Wait.. was that villain??! The hero gasped, “[Villain]! What the fuck did you do?!?” they hissed.

“What did I do..?” Villain tsked, “Oh [Hero]… what did you do? You were the one that took my beloved experiment..” they sighed, “So I had to get a new one..”

A new one? What on earth did the villain mean?? The hero looked down at their legs so they could push themself off the table only for the shine of metal to catch its attention. 

Metal. Oh god, their legs were metal…… And…. If their legs were metal.. Then that means—

Oh god.

The hero looked back up to the villain who had the biggest smile they had ever seen a villain wear.

“Stand.” the villain directed, “Stand, my beautiful creation.” they repeated.

The hero’s gaze drifted to locked on their own legs again. Their chest heaving as they tried to process what it was that was going on, but absent mindedly they found themselves pushing their heavy body off the table to stand. 

“Feel anything?” The villain asked, cocking a brow. What did they mean by "feel anything”?? Of course they didn’t!! They’re a freaking ROBOT! Not even a cyborg, no, because from what the hero could see *nothing* on them was organic! Everything was metal! Cold metal!

The hero didn’t answer, and it seemed that the villain didn’t need one to continue. “I spent hours, maybe even a full day on you, my precious..” they added, taking a few steps closer to the still in shock hero. “You’re my best outcome yet..” 

The best?? Maybe the worst! The hero found themself unable to find the smallest word or sound to express their feeling that wasn’t the newfound urge to cry and fall to their now metal knees. What would superhero think? What would their friends think? Their family? Their coworkers? Would they even recognize them?? Depending on such answers, the hero worried that perhaps it would be time to simply give up. 

“Oh, [Hero]~” The villain's grading voice forced itself into the hero's ears after their spiraling, “You may want to listen before I begin testing..” 

Testing. 

The hero couldn’t process any of the villains words aside from testing. 

And that was the hero’s final straw. 

So with a sudden burst in motion the hero began bolting it to the first door their eyes had landed on. The metal clanks of the hero’s replaced feet could be heard loud and clear, yet the villain didn’t seem worried at all. 

“So be it..” 

Suddenly the hero felt something jam itself into their back. Whatever it was, it pulled the hero back at such a force their back slammed into the wall and left them collapsed on the floor groaning in pain. 

Wait.

Pain??

“Yes!” The villain cheered, “Oh, my darling… you DO feel!” The villain gasped, taking no time as they practically skipped their way over to the crumbled hero. When they knelt down, the villain was gentle to brush the hair, or what replaced the hero’s old organic hair, out of their face. 

On the other hand, the hero found themselves confused and in tears. “Wh– what did you do to me, [Villain]?!?!” they babbled out through what they assumed to be their tears. What part of them was organic? Was this all some illusion? Was the hero even human anymore?

No. 

Clearly not.

“Can’t you see, [Hero]?” the villain asked, “I just fixed you, that’s what! Do you have any idea as to how special you are now? How special you are to me? Why, you’re a miracle!!” they nearly cried, the criminals hands reaching up and cupping the mechs cheeks. 

“We need to do more tests..” they rambled, glancing around them before their eyes landed on what looked to be a glass bottle. The hero cried in reprimand, squirming as their hand grabbed onto the villain's arm and squeezed. They knew it usually wouldn’t do much, but they were hoping desperately that their newfound body would be strong enough to stun the villain. That attempt appeared to be in vain as it didn’t stop the villain from slamming the glass onto the hero’s head. If they could bleed they surely would’ve. The hero screamed in pain, confusion, grief, sadness, just about any overwhelming thought going on in their mind began to bubble up and out of their throat every time a new sting of pain flourished throughout their body. Maybe it was an excuse to express themselves, but perhaps this is too far from being considered an “excuse” when the hero was transformed into something they never once mentioned any possible form of consent to. If anything they expressed nothing but disgust!

The villain on the other hand was laughing. They were fucking laughing. They laughed and smiled and hummed as they battered the robotic hero every which way that wouldn’t compromise themselves. The grin on their face and their reddened cheeks were sickening, and yet the hero did nothing to pry themselves from the others arms. Despite the pain they were subjecting the hero to.. They were the only one offering comfort, too. That was the one thing the hero felt they needed most right now.. 

“Oh, if you weren’t metal I’d be doing much worse..” the villain said with a tone of voice that made the hero want to scream. Their head laying atop the others below them, “Perhaps I give you a minute while I set things up, hm?... We have lots to do, my darling. Lots to do.”

[wetsocksinbed]

Garrus may not have a human fetish but I fear I may have a Turian one

[canisalbus]

I’d invite machete and vasco to my animal crossing village

They're a package deal, you have to take them both.

[teh-nos]

physics is great, the physicists say things like "for the first fourteen point two bajillionoths of a second the universe was made entirely of bananas. and then the fruit field collapsed and for the next twelve nanoblinks there were only electrons and apricots" and i just go "that's great, tell me more" and yet despite the temptation to do so i don't think they're even trolling me, i think the thing about the fruit field might actually be true. or have been true for fourteen gigaquadillionths of a second after the big bang. aren't we lucky that happened or we'd all just be made of bananas? what a strange universe we inhabit.

[lynxgriffin]

Can you draw your interpretation of tenna Pls?

Okay so, I've typically been avoiding this because I felt a little idea-poisoned by the amount of fan interpretations already out there, and I didn't feel like I had any good ideas myself. Buuuut I think I finally had some ideas that I liked enough to draw:

Basically, Tenna as an antagonist is an overbearing stage mom type who keeps trying to push the Lightners into various roles on shows, regardless of what they actually want to do. Sure it starts out rather fun, but then she keeps demanding more and more and things start getting less fun and more dangerous!

[incognitopolls]

Anon recently learned that some people use fume hoods while soldering, and that's making them wonder if that's the norm and they're the weird one for just breathing the fumes all the time.

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[habken]

has anyone else been personally victimized by pharaoh ants

[rewormer]

typical proportions of a Czinoi worm, with a slender, smaller frame, and a rather angular face and eyespots

[kingsmagiccard]

THE NEW NINTENDO SWITCH IS $650 CAN GIRL I'm not buying your tech demos and remasters of games that came out in the past 5 years. You've got to be kidding me.

[lazzincats]

Maria on the leapfrog tablet

Close up on the poorly drawn thing

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[authenticaussie]

Computer will be gone for next 4 weeks!!!! AGONISED!!!!

[moggettt]

Over the past few years, I've put together an album of songs I've made called Space Cadet. The album is intended to be sort of a soundtrack to life on a vibrant, melting pot of a space station in a space-faring future.

Check it out on SoundCloud if you'd like!

[w-40-k]

Say, in universe, what materials are books made out off?

To me it seems as though by M40, actual physical books wouldn't be something the average imperial citizen would ever get their hands on.

No, that privilege would firmly be reserved for people with either influence or a large enough coin purse.

This is a luxury item. Something to show off/preserve knowledge in (say a tome of curses written by a cultist and picked up by an inquisitor).

Even as a minor noble, unless you can convivedly get your hands on a resource as expensive as wood (if you live in a hive as oposed to say any of the 500 worlds) you'd probably settle on a somewhat more local material.

For the cover, I wouldn't be surprised if for most of the books you'd find, they were made out of human skin leather.

(There'd be entire planets dedicated to this branch of industry. It'd be like going to one of those fancy car dealerships where you can customise every little detail of the car you want)

I'm more undecided on the material of the pages though.

Probably some kind of plant fiber gene-spliced specifically to hold ink really well, be incredibly light fast and also odorless/has a custom designed scent. Probably fire and bulletproof too for good measure. You want your descendents to be able to read this thing even a millenia from now.

(Praise be the Omnissiah and His servants for making this possible)

Now that brings us to ink. Traditional ink sticks, from what I know, are made out off soot and animal glue. You get soot by burning candles. Take a wild guess as to what those are made from.

Select from a large pool of specimens and then have them gene spliced to your specifications, so only you and those of your bloodline can physically read those books.

@moociaoafterdark @robot-roadtrip-rants thoughts?

[atlaslovesedm]

electro swankin all over the place

[queer-reader-07]

good omens synth pop & electronic playlist by the end of 2024 mark my words

[beatricebat]

i would like to order a cup of tea from all three ackermans please

Hello customer! I’m afraid this came out as more of a coffee than a tea. The Ackermen are too chaotic for gossip, I fear. I hope this hot beverage is still to your taste. Thank you, come again!

For some reason, the bell didn’t catch on the door as you slipped into the bakery, so none of the three people already there noticed you at first.

There was a short man and a tall woman behind the counter, and a customer in a cowboy hat in front of it. The short man had his fists balled on the counter as he leaned towards the cowboy, who seemed amused.

“- no such thing as an ‘Irish tea,’ Kenny, and if there was, it would involve whisky. Vodka is Russian,” said the server through gritted teeth.

“We could use a shot of gin? Gin goes well with tea,” suggested the woman in a soft, helpful voice, and the cowboy spread his arms in gratitude.

“Little Mickey’s got the right idea, Levi!” he crowed, and the woman’s gentle attitude hardened. “Don’t call me-!”

The bell rang, ridiculously delayed. They all stopped and whipped their heads around to stare.

For a second, the three looked like a matching set: same frowns, same narrowed eyes, same pointy chins. They seemed to relax when they realised you were just a customer, and you wondered who else they might expect to come in.

“Bell’s bust again. I’ll fix it,” said Kenny the cowboy. His voice had dropped down into a low growl now too. “Where’s your tools, kids?”

“Out back,” said Levi, stabbing the air over his shoulder with his thumb, and he followed Kenny past the beaded curtain to the kitchen, and then through another door to an office. The woman took a deep breath, and assumed her friendly demeanour again as she handed you the tea menu to look over. Her name tag read “Mikasa.”

Neither of the two men in the back office seemed to understand the physics of sound. The pair of them clattered about setting up a ladder, and they spoke to each other in a yell as if they weren’t five feet apart. Mikasa occasionally volunteered some interesting facts about the origins of the teas and which pastries they paired well with, as if that would mask them.

It was tough to concentrate, frankly. They were too loud and too entertaining.

“You don’t need oil. It’s digital,” yelled Levi.

“Oh. Well, where’s the screwdrivers then? I’ll tighten up them ones and zeros,” hollered Kenny.

“That’s now how it works, you desiccated pig turd,” snarled Levi.

“It was a joke! I know my way around wires. I built you your first PC, didn’t I?”

Mikasa politely spoke up. “English breakfast is a classic, but if you wanted to get a Danish pastry, we do have a Danish blend…” Her whisper was like a thin, clear varnish over the other conversation.

“You stole it from a refurbishment place and put it in a new case. Not the same thing.”

“As if you zoomers know a goddamn thing about circuitry anyway.”

“I’m a millennial. Mikasa’s a zoomer. Her boyfriend’s the one who owns that little toolkit you’re using, and you? You’re just full of shit.”

“These tools are full of shit, you mean. Mickey! Your boyfriend got any better tools?!”

Mikasa wheeled round from the counter to stomp through the beaded curtain and join in. “He’s not my boyfriend, and stop calling me Mickey! … I mean…I don’t even know which one you’re talking about.”

Kenny and Levi both hooted. “Hah! ‘Which one’! Not ��who are you talking about,’ but ‘which goddamn one?’!” cackled Kenny, with a sound that must have been him slapping his thighs. “Mikasa, don’t give us that crap. You know ‘which one’ is into electronics,” said Levi scornfully.

Mikasa reemerged from the bead curtain without responding, and tried to plaster a smile back on her scarlet face. The conversation carried on behind her. They clearly thought they were being quiet now. They were not.

“Which one is it? The tall one?” asked Kenny curiously. His stage whisper should have been taught at RADA.

“They’re both tall,” replied Levi with an audible eye roll.

“Yeah, to you, runt,” snorted Kenny. There was an enormous metallic clatter from the office, and Levi reemerged too. He nodded to you, and threw a steaming tray down onto the counter. “Madeleines just came out. Get two with a milk tea,” he instructed, and stalked back into the depths of the kitchen.

You and Mikasa swapped startled looks and then shrugs, as she rang the order up. Both of you kept sneaking looks towards the open office door through the curtain. It was too quiet in there now. …Had Levi murdered Kenny?

As Mikasa got your change, a much, much quieter cry called out at last. “Mickey? Honey? A little help? … he kicked away the ladder.”

Mikasa handed you the goods. “Thank you for visiting Bea’s Bakery, I hope you enjoy this,” she said, with a genuine smile.