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fromduck · 6 months ago

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Bunny™

(Yandere Vox x Reader)

(A/N: After 10 months…I have finally posted something related to Hazbin Hotel 😭. Also I have an exam and other assignments that are due tonight but here I am. 😭)

Tw: Slight Gore, Mild Suggestiveness, Valentino, if you know Hazbin Hotel well you know what to expect 💀

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You know how Apple has Siri and Amazon has Alexa?

-I’m thinking about Vox with a darling who’s face is on all his products.

-Your basically the mascot for Vox Tech™ and is featured in a lot of advertisements.

-Think about Barbie and the many versions of her there are. Your Vox’s Barbie.

-Vox is promoting a new treadmill that is bound to torture you if you don’t run? Expect to see your cute little ass in gym clothes running cutely on the machine. Yelping when the robot smacks your ass every time you slow down.

-Vox is promoting a new blender? Expect to see you in a cute apron as you giddily wave to the camera. Placing the head of some poor sinner in the blender as you press a button. Blending his head to mush. You even pose cutely as some blood splatters on your sweet innocent face.

-Vox is designing some killer high heels that work as self defense? Like they have buttons that releases pepper spray or sheathe knives or any kind of weapon. There you are swaying your hips as you kick your foot out, your heels sheathing out a gun that shoots the camera.

-You’re everywhere.

-Billboards, advertisements, your face is known by all in the Pride Ring.

-If Vox’s name is on it, then you’ll be on it as well.

-Like all of hell that buys a phone from Vox Tech will have your voice on it.

-Anyone can put a name on you. Some assholes name you bitch, “Hey, bitch what time is it?” “It’s 12:00 pm! Have an amazing afternoon!”

-But the common nickname that has stuck on you is Bunny.

-No one knows who came up with it, but Vox liked it so much that he decided to claim it.

-So officially your name is Bunny™. Anyone that takes that name will be sued by Vox Corp, thank you~!

-But you don’t display any bunny characteristics, neither do you have any demonic qualities.

-You’re human. Or at least you appear to be.

-But there is an eeriness to you.

-Like you know all those people in the Mandela Catalog that mimic being human? That’s you but there’s a deadness to your eyes that freaks people out if they look too closely.

-On posters or promos you’re this cute little mascot with your frilly pink skirt and your cute poses. Bows in your hair and pink glittery makeup adorning your face.

-But even though your holding up a peace sign and you have this big grin on your gloss covered lips, your big eyes hold no shine. Not even a glint they’re just so dead. But that’s easy to ignore with how you look.

-Your exotic in a way, a human that has no place in Hell. A relic of the past for many sinners. No sinner will ever see a human again. But they at least get to see you.

-With smooth skin and blunt teeth. No horns or glowing eyes or a tail swinging behind you. You are everything human.

-Many sinners are drawn to you either by your humanity or your pretty face. You’re famous admired by all and lusted after. They want to see you, touch you.

-And Vox? He hates it.

-You know how Angel Dust is Valentino’s obsession? His big star? Well that’s you and Vox, but he’s a bit too much.

-In areas where Angel Dust can leave Valentino’s studio, your prohibited from leaving Vee territory. Ever.

-You’re already a mystery throughout the Pride Ring. They don’t know if your an actual living breathing human or sinner. They don’t even know if you’re real or just some A.I. that Vox created.

-Everyone knows you, but no one’s seen you.

-And Vox will keep it that way.

-At first when Vox had stumbled upon you. A freshly fallen sinner, he had taken advantage of your naivety and tricked you into signing your soul to him.

-He used your image as a joke. He knew a human looking sinner would bring in mass attention.

-And he wasn’t wrong. You did wonders for advertising.

-However, the more he spent time with you, the more obsessed he became. Everything about you was a breathe of fresh air.

-It was a break of the toxicity of the other Vees, with Velvette’s cruel personality and Valentino’s abusive tendencies, you were kind.

-There’s this golden retriever energy to you, wide soulless eyes that blink up at him. Even though your eyes give him the creeps it’s direct contrast against your bubbly persona. Always smiling never frowning. An energetic little thing.

-You always looked happy.

-Even though he owns your soul, anyone would think he never tricked you with how you treat him like an old pal. You show no hostility to him when you smile brightly at him. Showing kindness and obediently following his orders.

-He found it amusing.

-“Bunny, hop.”

-“Okay!”

-“Bunny, sit.”

-“Mhm!”

-“Bunny, jump down to the fourteenth floor.”

-…

-“BuNnY, NO-!”

-You were an interesting sinner.

-Before he knew it he was spending time with you every waking minute. You’d follow him to important meetings in Vox Tech and he’d be directly involved in any of your appearances to the general public.

-And the protectiveness possessiveness he held for you.

-“WHO THE FUCK PUT HER IN THAT DRESS?! SHE’S BARELY WEARING ANYTHING! THIS IS A COMERCIAL FOR A FUCKING REFRIGERATOR FOR FUCKS SAKE!”

-“Valentino said you wanted this, sir.”

-“ugh, of course he would- Sweety! Come over here! We’re gonna give you a new dress change, okay?” He coos to you.

-“Okay sir!” You say with a big smile, pulling down the extremely tight short dress down your butt. Placing an arm around your chest to make sure none of your breasts slip out.

-He grew attached to you. To an extreme level.

-He’s always has your hand in the crook of his arm. Walking with you while giving out orders to his henchmen.

-While working on paperwork, he has you sitting on his lap while you furiously play on your Nintendo DS (strangely enough you brought it with you from the human realm). Zoned in on a game about dressing and impressing.

-And he even got you a little cage to sleep in his room. Though in later months you’d be sleeping in bed with him.

-“Goodnight Bunny.”

-“Goodnight, sir!” You say giddily in your cage.

-Yeah, your an odd sinner. With your human look and your inability to be anything but happy. There was something wrong with you.

-And something even more wrong with him with how he keeps you in a cage when he feels like too many sinners are looking at you. He’d later understand that his possessiveness comes from his blooming feelings for you.

-He often wonders how you managed to get into Hell. There’s no hostile bone in your body. But he often feels immensely uncomfortable when you stare at him for too long. Those big soulless eyes, a mystery he will never get to the bottom of.

-Other than that, he loves being around you.

-But by the time he knew how much you meant to him and how he wanted to keep you for himself.

-Bunny™ was already so intertwined with Vox Tech that he knew removing your image would damage the company. Now he didn’t want that.

-So he kept you as Vox Tech’s main mascot, obsessively managing you as his biggest star.

-If he can’t have you all to himself than he will at least make you perfect. Make everyone else jealous that they can’t have you.

-It especially works with his fellow Vees to his misfortune.

-He has to fight Velvette whenever she tries to take you away for modeling gigs. Claiming that your a better model than the other useless ones she has.

-“Everyone else is not meeting my standards! I need Bunny! Don’t be a selfish prick, you flat faced asshole!” She screeches stomping her feet.

-“Well that’s not our problem isn’t it, Bunny?”

-“Whatever you want Mr. Vox!”

-Don’t even get him started on the weekly back and forths with Valentino who is hellbent on starting your pornstar career. Which never fails to trigger him into a rage.

-He’ll allow Velvette to use you for modeling her newest outfits (knowing that your face will bring in clientele) but he draws a hard line in porn filming. Which pisses off Valentino to hell and back.

-It’s a topic that has put more of a strain on his and Valentino’s relationship. What with the giant moth man throwing a tantrum and Vox fiercely yelling back at him that. Any meeting between the two has high tension every since you came along.

-Meanwhile you and Angel Dust would be drinking slushies in your dressing room. Slushies bought from the Vox Tech cafeteria, of course! You can’t leave remember!

-As the biggest stars of your respective soul owners, you and Angel Dust quickly became friends.

-He finds your human face cute and you think his white fuzzy face is adorable.

-Whenever the two of you have breaks and your respective bosses are busy, you both hang out. He’ll give you the latest gossip around Hell while doing his makeup and you’ll pretend to act scandalized even though he knows that you love the drama he tells you about. He is your only connection to the world outside of Vee territory. Without him you wouldn’t know anything going on in the Pride Ring.

-He thinks your a strange one that’s for sure. While anyone else would be sad about losing ownership of their souls, you seem oddly…cheery.

-Especially when he knows how you can’t leave the Vees territory and Vox is constantly breathing down your neck.

-He shudders at how closely the television demon has you monitored he wouldn’t be surprised if he’s constantly watching you. (He is).

-He’d love to take you out on a spin with Cherry Bomb. He knows you two would hit it off. He even entertains the idea of you going back with him to the Hazbin Hotel. Away from this place, away from Vox.

-He knows they’d like you. Especially Charlie.

-His mismatched eyes soften as you show him your Nintendo DS, excitedly showing him games that you play.

-You a friendly face in a room full of predators. He remembers all the times you’d cheer him up after a horrible day at the job. Bringing him takeout to his dressing room and giving him hugs. You would soothe his cryings and take care of any damage that Valentino bestowed upon him.

-The confident spider doesn’t make a mention of how you see “a weaker side” of him. Embarrassed of being seen in a crying heap and looking vulnerable. But you know he’s grateful when you never make a mention of it. Distracting him from the sad reality that is his life.

-He knows you get punished by Vox when you do sneak away but you don’t seem to mind.

-You’re a light in the dark cutthroat environment that is the Vee territory.

-But he wonders if you have a light in this dark place?

-When both of your bosses come back, you have to say your goodbyes. You give him one last hug before skipping to Vox. The demon that owns your entire existence.

-He’s dismissed by Valentino (with threats to come back of course) while Vox slides a possessive arm around your waist. His hold tight and unyielding. Angel Dust knows how much Vox can’t stand being away from you.

-You walk away with Vox, waving back at him. He sadly waves back.

-He knows that answer is a no when he sees your dull eyes. Big eyes with no light. No soul.

-Soulless soulless eyes.

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cece693 · 11 days ago

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LOVING YOU FELT LIKE DROWNING

pairing: tony stark x male reader synopsis: During Tony Stark's deepest pit of self-destruction and addiction, you were by his side. Day in and day out, you would clean up the mess from yet another party and help Tony relieve his massive hangover. However, after months of the same routine and Tony's unwillingness to get help, you walked away. It wasn't that you didn't love him, but being with him (at that time) felt like drowning.

Loving Tony Stark was difficult. It came with a slew of inherited fractures—Howard’s clipped praise, Maria’s silent dinners, people who saw him as only a means to an end—that sank into Tony’s marrow and festered until they bloomed into self-destructive behaviors. You learned to see the pattern: every champagne spray, every paparazzo grin, every dawn spent coaxing him off a kitchen island because he’d decided gravity was optional. They were all new skins stitched over the same old wound.

You met him at MIT, a blur of red-lined schematics and five-hour problem sets away from graduation. He’d crashed a freshman robotics seminar because he was “bored of his own genius,” then took a seat beside you, feet on the desk, chewing bubble gum that smelled like expensive scotch masquerading as candy.

“Mind if I copy?” he asked, yet was already looking at your screen.

You should have told him off. Instead you laughed—because the formula on your screen was an answer to a question he’d posed in Scientific American three months earlier: “Is there an elegant way to reduce vibrational noise in miniature arc rings?”

You turned the laptop so he could see better, attention snagged by the tiny crease at the corner of his mouth when he pretended not to be impressed.

SMALL TIME SKIP

Howard and Maria’s car exploded on a wet highway two weeks before mid-terms senior year. Tony walked out of the dean’s office with a folded condolence letter and eyes so matte they didn’t reflect sunlight. He skipped the funeral—sent a wreath the size of a sedan and buried himself in a machine-shop sub-basement instead, machining arc rings until his fingers bled through nitrile gloves.

Grief, for Tony, was kinetic: if he could keep every gear spinning fast enough, the howl inside his chest might stay drowned out by the whine of turbines. You and Rhodey lugged take out cartons down to that workshop night after night, trading shifts like ICU nurses.

When graduation came, Tony missed commencement to sign the first of many board documents that handed him a kingdom he had no interest in ruling. That evening he bought out every table at the one decent restaurant on Mass Ave, tipped the staff eighteen thousand dollars, and toasted “freedom” with a bottle of Japanese whisky older than you all were. It was the last night you recognized the man you loved before the orbit decay began.

Addiction doesn’t storm castles; it seeps under doorframes. At first it was just celebration: Stark Industries quarterly up? Champagne. Prototype proof-of-concept succeeds? Absinthe poured into coffee like cream. Then came the anniversaries—of weapons patents, of the day he didn’t crash the Maserati, of “Tuesday.” Eventually Tuesday never ended.

Six months post-MIT he kept a penthouse in Malibu that pulsed neon through blackout curtains. Models flitted through like migrating birds; paparazzi colonised the front drive. You learned to identify cigars by their ash on glass tabletops, to triangulate Tony’s location by TMZ headlines.

Rhodey tried the military tack: intervention flowcharts, detox facilities vetted by the Air Force medical corps. You tried the gentle tack: sober-buddy apps, harm-reduction podcasts playing on every smart speaker, whispered bargaining at dawn while you wiped blood from knuckles cracked against bathroom mirrors.

Tony tried gravity again, this time off the mezzanine wearing a prototype propulsion heel that misfired and sent him pin-wheeling through a plate-glass balustrade. Forty-four stitches. Two broken ribs. “Worth it,” he slurred while you picked glass from his hair, “for science.”

You measure the final year in hospital bracelets:

January: alcohol-induced arrhythmia, three hours in the ER.

March: DUI rollover on PCH, miracle escape, four civilians injured.

June: grand mal seizure after a four-day stimulant bender; you found him facedown in a Vegas hotel bathtub still wearing his shoes.

The board threatened conservatorship. Rhodey punched a hole through a drywall that left his hand in a cast for 3 weeks. You sat on the bathroom floor of the Malibu house, listening to the Pacific crawl across sand, and realized you hadn’t slept longer than ninety minutes in six months.

The night you left wasn’t dramatic; you were too wrung out for spectacle. Tony had passed out on the kitchen table, cheek pressed to wood, fingers still curled around a half-finished bottle. You tucked a rolled towel under his neck so he wouldn’t aspirate, set a bottle of water within reach, and wrote four lines on a Stark Industries memo pad: I love you. I am drowning. I can’t save you if you refuse to swim. Call when you want help—really want it.

You folded the note into his palm, pressed his fingers closed, and kissed his temple. He didn’t wake—only mumbled, “Propulsion coefficients…yeah, quadruple-check ’em,” and smiled like the universe was an inside joke he’d just solved. You left him on the table, arc-reactor glow blinking against the dark like a lighthouse that couldn’t decide whom it was guiding home.

Outside, the air tasted of salt, freedom and grief pared to the bone. You drove east until the sun was behind you and your phone finally died.

You meant to stop looking. You really did. But the algorithm kept delivering headlines you knew how to read between:

STARK EMBARGOES HIMSELF IN MALIBU BUNKER—FRIENDS CONCERNED

PLAYBOY MOGUL BUYS DECOMMISSIONED DESTROYER FOR “FLOATING PARTY PLATFORM”

TONY STARK EJECTED FROM F1 GARAGE AFTER ALLEGEDLY RACING PIT SCOOTER UNDER INFLUENCE

Rhodey’s texts filled in the negative space: He fired two chauffeurs in one week—wouldn’t let them touch the steering wheel, found four empty bottles of Hibiki 30-year in the koi pond, Hospital stitched his knuckles again.

Your heart clenched with every update, yet you refused to return to New York. You scrolled tabloids at midnight, mapping each new scandal like aftershocks of the quake you’d left behind.

And then, radio silence.

No party photos. No blurry TMZ footage of a billionaire face-planting out of a Lambo. According to Reuters, Tony Stark had vanished somewhere in Kunar Province after a Jericho-missile demonstration went sideways. For three months the world waited. You watched the sunrise like you were keeping vigil for the dead—though sometimes you swore you heard his laugh in the kettle’s whistle, like he was mocking mortality again.

And then—Miracle. Genius. Iron Man.

A press conference: Tony, gaunt, eyes banded with new iron resolve, announcing he was shutting down Stark Industries’ weapons division. You felt the room tilt through the television. He looked sober—clear—like someone who had watched his own death in slow motion and opted for resurrection instead.

Six weeks later, a midnight ping:

RHODEY: He poured $80k worth of Pappy Van Winkle into the ocean. Said Atlantic needed flavor notes. YOU: He sober or showboating? RHODEY: Sober. Shaky, honest, terrified. Won’t admit he misses you, but Jarvis logs his searches. Your name’s a top query.

The messages kept coming—blurry photos of trash bags stuffed with crystal decanters, screenshots of PTSD therapy appointments, Stark Relief Foundation filings with your initials hidden in the mission statement. Rhodey never said come back outright; he just kept nudging the compass until, one dawn, you realized it already pointed west again.

Jarvis let you up without announcing you—Rhodey’s override, no doubt—but the A.I. still chimed a courteous "Good evening" while the elevator whooshed past glass‑paneled floors. You counted each passing level like heartbeats. Somewhere between R&D and the residential deck your pulse climbed from apprehension to something dangerously like hope.

When the doors opened, the penthouse loft felt altered at the molecular level: fewer glass sculptures, more whiteboards blooming with equations; no vodka‑crystal decanters, only a carafe of alkaline water sweating politely beside a bowl of lemons. Yet memories flickered in every polished surface like old neon—echoes of half‑remembered songs, champagne spray on the ceiling, your own reflection once glassy‑eyed with exhaustion.

Tony emerged from the workshop in a grease‑smudged Henley and threadbare Stark Industries sweatpants. The arc‑reactor glow throbbed gently through cotton, a constant heartbeat in artificial blue. Dark crescents carved caverns beneath his eyes, but those eyes themselves—clear, steady, impossibly alive—caught you mid‑step.

"Hey," he said, voice hoarse with surprise, as if you were an apparition conjured by late‑night solder fumes.

"Hey," you answered, palms slick despite the room’s cool climate control. "Rhodey invited me."

A corner of his mouth lifted. "Of course he did. You ditched me when I was fun and now you show up for the boring sequel."

"Fun?" You swallowed. "Yeah, fun was watching you bleed out one mistake at a time."

He flinched, a micro‑expression quickly camouflaged with sarcasm. "Look at you—saintly as ever. Want a medal? Or just an apology for not dying when it would’ve been convenient?"

Old playbook. Guilt‑trip deployed. You refused the bait.

"I don’t want medals," you said, voice low but firm. "I want you to understand that loving you back then felt like pulling glass shards from my own lungs. Every night I checked your pulse, I lost a piece of myself. I left because I was drowning in your ocean, Tony—and you were busy bottling new waves."

Tony’s shoulders sagged, sarcasm leaking out of him like air from a punctured suit. He scrubbed a hand over his face, leaving a swipe of motor‑oil across one cheek. "I deserved that," he muttered. "Probably deserve worse."

You let out a slow breath, steadying your heartbeat. "I didn’t come to fight. I need to know the man standing in front of me isn’t waiting for the next distraction to torch whatever progress he’s made."

His gaze lifted, exhaustion and determination braided in equal measure. "No more torches," he said. "I used up every match in that cave." He exhaled. "I kept hearing your note in my head. Line three—Call if you decide to live. Only I was buried under scrap and shrapnel, so the first person I called was myself. Had to convince the bastard to get up."

"Tony—"

"Please, let me finish." He stepped closer but kept a respectful arm’s length. "Everybody thinks I was living in my own world—and yeah, I was—but I remember you shaking me awake because I’d stopped breathing. I remember you dumping every decanter while I screamed about ‘personal property’ and you just kept pouring." His throat bobbed. "I remember you crying in the hallway where you thought I couldn’t hear. I was drunk, not deaf."

"Then why didn’t you stop?" you asked, voice raw.

“Because stopping meant facing myself sober, and I hated that guy more than I hated the bottle,” Tony says, voice roughened by memories. He exhales through his nose, then pushes onward before you can interject. “I know it sounds backwards—booze was killing me, sure—but for a long time it felt like the only thing keeping the gears turning. One drink and the noise in my head—Howard’s voice, shareholders’ expectations, every headline calling me genius or failure—dropped from a jackhammer to a dull thud."

He rubs the heel of one grease-smudged hand over his temple, smearing another dark streak. “The second and third drink? That was the party trick. People laughed harder, models leaned closer, investors relaxed because Drunk-Tony meant agreeable Tony—tip big, sign the deal, pose for a selfie. Alcohol turned me into the mascot everyone wanted to invite back. And the more they rewarded the stunt, the more terrified I was that Sober-Tony couldn’t sell a single ticket.”

You see it now: the feedback loop masquerading as lifestyle. He continues, softer, almost ashamed. “So yeah, I needed it to function—or what I thought was functioning. To stay awake through the nightmares and still dazzle at the gala. I built an entire operating system around a decanter. By the time I realized it was running my life, ripping it out felt like tearing out critical code. Every line was tangled with profit margins, press coverage, even friendships. Pull one thread and the whole Stark brand looked ready to crash.”

He lifts his eyes to yours, and the steadiness there is almost startling. “But Afghanistan stripped all that away. No bar cart in that cave. No entourage to applaud the jokes. Just me, a car battery, and the echo of your note. That’s when I understood the bottle wasn’t fuel; it was a dead weight tied to a drowning man. And the only way to surface was to cut the rope myself—then start learning how to swim.”

Tony’s shoulders rise and fall with a shaky breath. “I’m still learning. Every day. Some days the water’s calm; other days it’s a riptide. But I’m not handing out free tickets to the sinking anymore. Not to strangers, and sure as hell not to you.”

You let his words settle between you for a moment—heavy, honest, almost fragile. The tension in your chest eases as you step forward, closing the gap he’s kept. “Thank you,” you whisper, so quietly that only he can hear.

He blinks, as though surprised you meant it for him. “For what?”

“For telling me the truth.” You reach out and rest a hand on his forearm—grease and sweat still clinging to his skin—then pull him toward the kitchen where a coffee machine had been peeking from the corner. “Now, let's get some coffee. We both need it badly."

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 4 months ago

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Random Cleaning management

You will need to occasionally run a cleaning cycle for your washing machine. Most shops have some kind of powder for it.

Otherwise your clothes will start smelling musty and the machine itself can get cloggedup and gross.

Also, you will need to use drain cleaner on your kitchen and bathroom sinks, shower drain, laundry sink.

Apparently you also need to do it for dishwashers, if youre lucky to have a robot for that odious little task.

And check the lint catcher in your dryer to avoid fires.

Mirrors, you can use your glass cleaner and s scrunkled newspaper

Wipe the top of fans of dust. And the top of the fridge. And the furniture.

Make peace with the reality that there will always be dust and you one day will also be dust.

Wipe the taps. They can get gunky.

Spray on cleaners for the bathroom are great but you're going to have to actually clean it eventually.

Get a mop if you have tiles or laminate flooring. It makes a difference.

Wipe the cupboards. Esp if you have pets.

Not sure if this works for all walling but like, diluted sugar soap cleans most stuff. Thats the stuff that worked when i was a kid.

You can get leather wipes or a spray and some chux for armchairs and shit.

If you have little demons who take out your table cloths, most cheap stores have these little table weights in a four pack. It can stop them annihilating your table.

Dont auto assume furniture polish needs to go on any wood you got. But it also doesnt hurt to try the test patch thing in a small spot.

Wash your fucking curtains at some point in the year. They collect dust and cat hair. If you cant vacuum it or whatever, shake em outside and wash it.

If your vacuum isnt that strong, nothing wrong with a lint roller or a little brush to get stubborn fluff from carpet or rugs.

Move the furniture once every so often for a clean. So much. Dust and fluff can get under there.

Keep your cleaning shit all together in a closable location. Lockable as needed if you have kids. So they dont chug a potion of uh oh.

Hang shirts on coathangers if you have limited line space. If its long sleeved or thick, you may need to still hang them.

Oh and you save space/pegs if you get one of the specialised holders. Undies, socks, headbands etc. It'll fit and dry quick.

Most shops and camping stores have easily collapsible washing lines and things. Great for if you need extra space, or if its pissing rain and it has to dry inside, or you need to just spread something out weird.

You will never win against a fitted sheet.the gods abandoned us aeons ago.

If you wash thick things like blankets or bath mats, getting some heavier duty metal pegs van be a game changer. Esp if the wind tunnel by your place can blast shit off the line with the most mininmal provocation.

Chair leg protectors... the stick on ones will slide off and they hate you personally.

If you have messy animal eaters in the house,there are like silicone mats and even towel ones although to make your own, you can even cut out of old towels and put a hem or whatevs. Under the bowls? Saves the floor and easily washed.

Flip the mattress. Get a mattress protector too. There will be a day someone spills a drink or jas an accident, or a pet throws up. Just do it. Also wash the mattress protector. Please.

If you have a small bedroom and a big vacuum? For a deep clean, push the mattress off the bed and pick up the slats. Takes extra effort but it gets that deep clean.

Glen20 is a friend but like, you do need to wipe surfaces. Eventually. Wipe the bottom of the bin. Hot water. Bin juice gets sticky and no stink pretty spray fixes it.

Smelly shoes needs to sit in the sun, you can also put newspaper in there to sop up extra.

If clothes or blankets smell off after storage, wash em.

Fabric softner. Not necessary. Can fuck up things like towels and period panties and some delicate items.

Clothes and things have labels on them for a reason. If you love the item, read them.

Cant fit a full ass ironing board? You can get a mini one. I gound mine at an op shop. But you can also get a mat from stores like bunnings and big w.

Litter boxes. Give the thing a wipe over regulalrly. Especially if you dont use the tray bag things. I use a puppy pad under a litter tray liner thing. Only because i have frantic diggers who will try to hide it in china. Wash the litter box and any floor protector mats.

Speaking of the dunny, you can get little cubes to put in the cistern to clean on flush, if you dsilike cage cleaners. But, you still have to scrub the thunderbox in some way, and use the little toilet cleaner and spray up under the rim. It gets evil up there.

Have some containers for your hobbies and crafts, helps to cycle them in and out easier.

Do not. Use cleaners with the abandon of a drunk wizard hurling everything in a cauldron. Be in a ventilated room, door open if you can. Use one product at a time and pay attention to whats in it so you dont gas yourself by accident.

Shopping list magnet on the fridge can help are u gonna forget it on occasion? Sure. Take a photo of it on shopping day.

Wipe out your fridge. Defrost the freezer. Check the brand type and see if theres any instructions for it.

Wash your Toys. Please. Dont give yourself an infection internally or externally. But if you do, remember that your dr is there to help not judge you. Dont delay out of embarrsssment.

Change your loofa. Change your toothbrush. Change your washing up slonge regulalry.

Steel wool is your friend for anti rust mess. Lovely knife sets sometimes get moisture and need a scrub. Also needs to be sharpened. You can get a device for it or see a professional (have never fogotten the post about the knife truck that circled a neighbourhood like an ice cream truck).

Occasionally pull out all your co tainers and lids. Check who is a single, double check for missing pair, and either repurpose or toss.

Any wooden items in your kitchen really look at them at least a few times a year. Moldy? Toss it. Been submerged in water and never quite dried? Sorry, has to go.

Especially a cutting board with sus looking colours in the grooves. Gotta go. And plastic ones that are all hacked up? Repurpose it or toss it.

Wipe the splashback tiles around the sinks. Theres more than you think on there.

Wipe the windows. Promise theyre dirtier than you think.

Clean. Your. Fucking microwave. And. Oven.

For like recyclable items like water bottles and cans, a garden bag in a 60L bin tucked in a corner is a helpful solution. Resdy to go right to containers for change when full.

You do not need 3ven 1/10th of the must haves on tiktok or snap or insta. You just need shit that works for you.

Listen, my house gets messy regularly for like, the fact theres only so much time in a day. But occasionaly remembering one of these things and doing it can help unfuck your head and environment.

Theres probs more, you accumulate adulting and cleaning stuff. Add more as you think of it.

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willowwindss · 2 months ago

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100 Inventions by Women

LIFE-SAVING/MEDICAL/GLOBAL IMPACT:

Artificial Heart Valve – Nina Starr Braunwald

Stem Cell Isolation from Bone Marrow – Ann Tsukamoto

Chemotherapy Drug Research – Gertrude Elion

Antifungal Antibiotic (Nystatin) – Rachel Fuller Brown & Elizabeth Lee Hazen

Apgar Score (Newborn Health Assessment) – Virginia Apgar

Vaccination Distribution Logistics – Sara Josephine Baker

Hand-Held Laser Device for Cataracts – Patricia Bath

Portable Life-Saving Heart Monitor – Dr. Helen Brooke Taussig

Medical Mask Design – Ellen Ochoa

Dental Filling Techniques – Lucy Hobbs Taylor

Radiation Treatment Research – Cécile Vogt

Ultrasound Advancements – Denise Grey

Biodegradable Sanitary Pads – Arunachalam Muruganantham (with women-led testing teams)

First Computer Algorithm – Ada Lovelace

COBOL Programming Language – Grace Hopper

Computer Compiler – Grace Hopper

FORTRAN/FORUMAC Language Development – Jean E. Sammet

Caller ID and Call Waiting – Dr. Shirley Ann Jackson

Voice over Internet Protocol (VoIP) – Marian Croak

Wireless Transmission Technology – Hedy Lamarr

Polaroid Camera Chemistry / Digital Projection Optics – Edith Clarke

Jet Propulsion Systems Work – Yvonne Brill

Infrared Astronomy Tech – Nancy Roman

Astronomical Data Archiving – Henrietta Swan Leavitt

Nuclear Physics Research Tools – Chien-Shiung Wu

Protein Folding Software – Eleanor Dodson

Global Network for Earthquake Detection – Inge Lehmann

Earthquake Resistant Structures – Edith Clarke

Water Distillation Device – Maria Telkes

Portable Water Filtration Devices – Theresa Dankovich

Solar Thermal Storage System – Maria Telkes

Solar-Powered House – Mária Telkes

Solar Cooker Advancements – Barbara Kerr

Microbiome Research – Maria Gloria Dominguez-Bello

Marine Navigation System – Ida Hyde

Anti-Malarial Drug Work – Tu Youyou

Digital Payment Security Algorithms – Radia Perlman

Wireless Transmitters for Aviation – Harriet Quimby

Contributions to Touchscreen Tech – Dr. Annette V. Simmonds

Robotic Surgery Systems – Paula Hammond

Battery-Powered Baby Stroller – Ann Moore

Smart Textile Sensor Fabric – Leah Buechley

Voice-Activated Devices – Kimberly Bryant

Artificial Limb Enhancements – Aimee Mullins

Crash Test Dummies for Women – Astrid Linder

Shark Repellent – Julia Child

3D Illusionary Display Tech – Valerie Thomas

Biodegradable Plastics – Julia F. Carney

Ink Chemistry for Inkjet Printers – Margaret Wu

Computerised Telephone Switching – Erna Hoover

Word Processor Innovations – Evelyn Berezin

Braille Printer Software – Carol Shaw

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HOUSEHOLD & SAFETY INNOVATIONS:

Home Security System – Marie Van Brittan Brown

Fire Escape – Anna Connelly

Life Raft – Maria Beasley

Windshield Wiper – Mary Anderson

Car Heater – Margaret Wilcox

Toilet Paper Holder – Mary Beatrice Davidson Kenner

Foot-Pedal Trash Can – Lillian Moller Gilbreth

Retractable Dog Leash – Mary A. Delaney

Disposable Diaper Cover – Marion Donovan

Disposable Glove Design – Kathryn Croft

Ice Cream Maker – Nancy Johnson

Electric Refrigerator Improvements – Florence Parpart

Fold-Out Bed – Sarah E. Goode

Flat-Bottomed Paper Bag Machine – Margaret Knight

Square-Bottomed Paper Bag – Margaret Knight

Street-Cleaning Machine – Florence Parpart

Improved Ironing Board – Sarah Boone

Underwater Telescope – Sarah Mather

Clothes Wringer – Ellene Alice Bailey

Coffee Filter – Melitta Bentz

Scotchgard (Fabric Protector) – Patsy Sherman

Liquid Paper (Correction Fluid) – Bette Nesmith Graham

Leak-Proof Diapers – Valerie Hunter Gordon

FOOD/CONVENIENCE/CULTURAL IMPACT:

Chocolate Chip Cookie – Ruth Graves Wakefield

Monopoly (The Landlord’s Game) – Elizabeth Magie

Snugli Baby Carrier – Ann Moore

Barrel-Style Curling Iron – Theora Stephens

Natural Hair Product Line – Madame C.J. Walker

Virtual Reality Journalism – Nonny de la Peña

Digital Camera Sensor Contributions – Edith Clarke

Textile Color Processing – Beulah Henry

Ice Cream Freezer – Nancy Johnson

Spray-On Skin (ReCell) – Fiona Wood

Langmuir-Blodgett Film – Katharine Burr Blodgett

Fish & Marine Signal Flares – Martha Coston

Windshield Washer System – Charlotte Bridgwood

Smart Clothing / Sensor Integration – Leah Buechley

Fibre Optic Pressure Sensors – Mary Lou Jepsen

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stevebattle · 9 months ago

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Gronk by Keith Paul and John Hughes, Ontario, Canada (1978). "Robbie the robot, who weighed some 50 pounds and stood over 5 feet tall, caused the uneasy feeling that if it dropped a wheel off the edge of a walkway, it would topple over, crushing a small dog, child or Volkswagen. This led to the development of Gronk, the second robot, smaller and less threatening. … Physically short and squatty, about 40" high and 22" in diameter, is more robotish in the popular sense. … Practically speaking it resembles a large domed can of spray deodorant. Actually the outer skin is a 40 gallon (Imperial) hot water tank cover chopped down to 26". The machine is cylindrical, and weighs 50-60 pounds. The metal skin is covered with a felt material, which gives it a warmer appearance plus color. This skin is removable for gaining access to the drive motors and electronic controls. … At present Gronk has the following features: 1) Moves forward, reverse, left, right, counter clock-wise and clockwise about its vertical axis. 2) Flashing collar lights (marquee style). 3) Modulated voice light (color organ principle). 4) Smoking ears." – Robbie and Gronk, by Keith Paul, Interface Age, April 1978.

#cybernetics #robot #1978

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e-vay · 11 months ago

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The Sonnet of Domino & Phlox - Ch2

[A/N: Click here to read the previous chapter. This story is also available to read on AO3]

“Aren’t they something?” an older gentleman asked with a sigh, adjusting the glasses on the edge of his long snout.

Domino continued affixing a spray nozzle to a hose but shifted her eyes in the direction of the shrew’s gaze. “Uhh…” she hesitated, unsure what to make of the orange, mechanical bipeds that stomped down the street. With each weighty step, the ground trembled and rattled the ladder the hedgehog was standing on. “What exactly are they, Mr. Mayor?”

“Our ticket to the future, that’s what!” The politician boasted. “Two months ago this eccentric human rides into town on a floating caravan! He requests a meeting with me, claiming he’s some kind of genius inventor who wants to help this great city reach its full potential,” He adjusted his vest with pride. “That’s when he showed me the blueprints for these beauties.”

Hedgehog and shrew watched as the two large robots paused in the middle of a large patch of untouched earth. With a metallic groan, the crude “hand” of one of the machines retracted into its arm and was replaced with a long drill head. It stiffly bent forwards and began boring into the ground. The bots were impressive but noticeably rough in their assembly, including large clunky bolts and bright orange paint hastily splashed onto the metal framework. The designs didn’t have the polish and finesse that one would normally find on something like a car, but perhaps that was to be expected from a budding inventor. Domino certainly didn’t know any better. Still, something about the eerie “smiley-face” logo that was stamped on each mech didn’t sit right with her…

“He told us these were cutting edge technology, that they would put us centuries ahead of neighboring towns, and golly was he right. They were only delivered a few days ago but they’ve already streamlined our building processes and made huge improvements to the city.” The mayor’s speech was interrupted by the sound of townspeople cheering as the two robots completed their construction – a well with a hand pump – in record time. Young children ran towards the well, heedless of the metal giants, and used the pump to draw up fresh water that they then splashed at one another.

“Huh…” Domino mused. She returned her attention to the hose in her hand and sprayed a steady stream of water in the freshly cleared gutter that hung along the roof she was leaning against. She tilted her head either way, making sure no drips escaped from the seams of the gutter, before looking down at the rain spout and assuring that the water ran clear without any blockage. Satisfied with her work, she turned off the hose and descended down the ladder. “Gutter’s clean. You should be set for the winter.”

“They might be a little crude now, but with our investment, he promised the models will only get better,” The shrew said more to himself than the girl next to him. “Soon enough there’ll be smaller models, capable of doing just about anything!” He suddenly turned to the girl with a wide smile. “Just think! You’ll never have to be bothered with odd jobs ever again. It’s like he told me: ‘The Botniks are here for you!’”

Domino did her best to force a smile but couldn’t help but rock on her feet from discomfort. Odd jobs were how she got by. What was she meant to do if these “Botniks” started popping up everywhere? Well, best not to fret about it now.

“Um… Mr. Mayor?” the teal hedgehog hinted awkwardly. “I finished clearing the gutters.”

“Ah! Right, your payment!” The shrew took out his wallet and began counting the contents before hesitating with a pained smile. “Uh… You’ll have to forgive me… The salary posted on the job board is… outdated. We used most of the city’s annual budget investing in our ‘little’ robot helpers here so I can only give you half of what was originally offered.”

Domino’s quills bristled. HALF?! She nearly screamed out loud. Gee, would’ve been nice to know that BEFORE I scaled this blasted roof! She bit her tongue and took a deep breath in. This meant she’d need to take on more gigs than planned, and letting loose some snarky remarks to the mayor of all people would definitely get her kicked out of town before she’d made enough money. She forced a tight smile and politely pocketed the payment handed to her.

“Nooooooo sweat… If there’s anything else ya need that your big bots are too bulky for, just holler!”

She turned on her heel before she said something stupid.

Glancing up at the town clock, Domino’s grimace was quickly replaced with an excited grin. She sprinted towards the city gate with glee. After all, it was difficult to stay glum when she was promised an adventure with a charming purple hedgehog.

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“Did those ‘very important duties’ of yours involve drinking 8 cups of coffee?” Phlox teased. He briefly took his attention away from the instructions in his notepad to look up, noticing the teal hedgehog jumping from tree to tree above him.

Domino seated herself onto a branch and swung backwards into a knee hang so she could lock eyes with Phlox.

“What makes you say that?” she winked.

Phlox trepidatiously hopped over several large rocks to meet up with the girl who had gotten far ahead of him. “Oh, I don’t know-” he shrugged as he squeezed his way through some dense bushes. “-all the running and leaping about like a grasshopper could have something to do with it!”

Domino giggled. Phlox may have called himself a nature photographer, but it seemed he had the enthusiasm (or lack thereof) of a city dweller. Escaping the city walls and going on an escapade–however small–always filled Domino with energy. She simply couldn’t keep it in! The lady hedgehog laced her fingers behind her head and closed her eyes, swinging casually from the branch as she waited for her hiking partner to catch up. “I’m just in my element. Besides, I’m itchin’ to see this hidden treasure of yours. You need to keep up!”

If her eyes were open, she’d see a devilish spark light up in Phlox’s eyes. He might have been the quiet type, but he was extremely competitive and loved a challenge. He secured his camera tightly to his side and took off in a sprint. Keep up? Oh, he’d show her.

“Like this?”

Domino’s eyes jolted open as she felt Phlox’s breath tickle her nose. She let out a high pitched squeak upon realizing the guy she thought was several yards away was nose-to-nose with her. The shock made her loosen her grip on the branch and she was in for a quick plummet to the ground.

“Whoa!” The indigo male threw his arms out and caught her, holding her securely to his chest. He was strong! Of course, her transient lifestyle and meager diet left her on the smaller side, but Phlox held her as if she were weightless. The muscles in his arms were dense and firm against her slight body.

“I didn’t think you’d startle so easily,” he teased.

“Yyyeah, well-” Domino began to excuse herself, but couldn’t find the words. Geez, what was it about this guy that made her so tongue-tied? Sure he was plenty sweet, certainly nicer than most people she’d ever met. And yeah he was good-looking—she couldn’t deny that. Now she noticed how nice he smelled, too; something woody, earthy, almost sweet, like sandalwood. And his fur, so warm and soft…

Her fingers combed through the shaggy, wheat-colored fur of Phlox’s chest, sending a shiver up his entire being. His heartbeat quickened against her fingertips and she swiftly withdrew her hand realizing what she’d done. Domino looked up to find his muzzle as scarlet as hers surely was. “Uh…”

Phlox felt the urge to say something, but his shyness got the better of him. He instead cleared his throat and set the young woman back on her feet. “Sorry for scaring you…”

“Nah,” Domino replied. She twirled the tuft of fur near her cheek bashfully as she ruminated over what just happened. She shouldn’t be getting close to someone like this. Letting someone in only led to betrayal or disappointment. Besides, what did she have to offer him? She had no home, no money. Relax. She reminded herself. It’s okay to have a little fun…

“Besides, you just gave me an opening.”

Phlox’s eyes went wide. With his voice barely above a whisper, he asked, “To do what?”

“To do… this!” Domino snatched the notepad from Phlox’s hands and bolted away.

“H-HEY!” The boy shouted before swiftly chasing after her. He was not nearly as graceful navigating the woods as she was, especially with a camera slung over his shoulder, but he managed to stay close on her tail.

Domino cackled over her shoulder. “I thought you said we needed to see this grotto at a certain time of day! So hurry it up! Or are those cool jeans of yours slowin’ ya down?!”

“These pants provide full mobility!” he shouted. The two laughed as they weaved their way through the forest, Domino skimming the instructions in the notepad and leading them the rest of the way to their destination.

She abruptly stopped in front of a wall of weeping katsura trees and Phlox had to clumsily skid to a halt to keep from crashing into her. Domino looked back and forth between the green palisades and handwritten notes. “I’m pretty sure this is it,” she confirmed. She returned the booklet to Phlox before presenting an arm to the curtain of emerald leaves. “This was your goal. After you.”

Phlox shook his head with a smile. “Together.”

A little taken aback, Domino simply nodded in agreement and squared herself up beside Phlox. Both hedgehogs drew back the partition of leaves and stepped forth.

The grotto was truly a sight to behold. Dozens of large trees stretched and twisted amongst each other as if embracing in a circular huddle, leaving a medium-sized clearing in the center. Fountains of leaves and vines draped about the branches, painting the enclosure every shade of green. Tiny sprigs of yellow and white wildflowers dotted the forest floor, their blooms diminutive and modest but still serving as a beautiful compliment to the rich viridescence of the grass they sprouted from. Silky, golden rays of sunshine poured through the canopy in beams so crisp, they looked as though one could reach out and touch them. The early autumn breeze glided along the treetops and the soft pitter-patter of the leaves tickling each other echoed down into the grove. The willowing trees all made for a perfect shelter, completely cloaking this little slice of heaven from the rest of the world. It was only the two hedgehogs and a sparse flight of fluttering insects that were privy to this space.

Domino’s breath wavered in awe. She silently stepped deeper into the natural arbor and sat down with her knees pulled to her chest. Even though she spent the entirety of her life out on the road, the planet never ceased to amaze her in new and spectacular ways. She folded her arms over her knees and rested her head on them, sighing with a soft smile.

Phlox took a deep breath, letting his lungs expand entirely with the crisp fresh air before releasing it and setting to work on adjusting his camera. As he delicately fiddled with the device, he couldn’t help but notice Domino’s silent reverie in the corner of his eye. His heart filled with pride knowing the young lady seemed just as touched by the setting as he was. He walked over to her, whispering as not to break her daydream.

“This is why the timing was so crucial,” Phlox said softly. “I’m sure this spot is beautiful all the time, but at this exact moment, at this exact time of day? It’s-”

“Heavenly,” Domino concluded. It was true. The sunbeams filtering through the trees managed to diffuse the light to give the space an ethereal glow. Anything that was lucky enough to catch the direct sunlight appeared to have a soft, colorful halo as the light bounced off its surface. Phlox nodded and headed off to document the scene.

Meanwhile, Domino reached forward and let her arm glow in a sunbeam as she let all the worries that normally plagued her mind dissipate. Here in this cove, she didn’t have to concern herself with the upcoming winter. She didn’t have to think about how–or when–she’d find her next meal. Even the looming threat of “Botnik workers” that would soon replace her managed to escape her mind. Right now, she could just be. Her eyes studied every leaf, every blade of grass, every sway of the branches that hung above her head so that even on the bad days, she could look back at this moment and feel peace.

Eventually, her attention shifted to the indigo photographer at work. He walked so carefully and quietly it was as if his boots weren’t even making contact with the ground. At one point, the boy managed to approach a flutter of blue butterflies that didn’t seem phased by his company, shining and dancing in the late-afternoon sun like fairies. She wondered if it was possible to capture the serenity of this moment in a photo. It would be nice to see if he succeeded, but he likely wouldn’t develop his roll of film any time soon. She’d be long gone before those photos would come to light. The thought caused a strange weight in her chest, a sinking feeling she shouldn’t allow herself to feel. She diverted her attention to some of the wildflowers beside her.

Neither were sure how much time passed as they each quietly enjoyed the space, together but individually in their own ways. Once satisfied, Phlox walked over and took a seat next to Domino. “I didn’t get to ask you earlier...” he broke the silence, but his soft, honey-smooth voice was so reposeful it might as well have been part of the ambient melody of the forest.

“Hm?” Domino hummed, looking over to the boy beside her.

“What’s your dream?”

The girl leaned back with her palms behind her and surveyed the shelter of leaves above them as she pondered. Her dream. Such a big question. What should she make up this time? What would impress this guy the most? ‘To conquer a mighty dragon’? ‘To soar among the stars’?

“I want to make a difference,” she found the truth slipping from her lips. She shook her head and shrugged with defeat as if that goal was too ambitious for someone like herself. “Even if I can do just one good thing.”

Her words were so simple but there was such a bitter heaviness to them. Did she really think she was of such little significance? Phlox hardly knew her, yet he sensed something positively great about her. The brief hours spent in her company were already changing him, encouraging him to become more of the person he was striving to be. What or who made her think so little of herself? He wanted to ask, but wisdom told him if he did, she’d likely withdraw even further.

Instead, he placed his hand on hers and gave it a firm squeeze.

“You will.”

Domino turned to Phlox with a soft gasp. His words sounded so genuine. Oh, how he looked at her, too. The way those green eyes surveyed her made her feel like she was the only thing in the world. It was intimidating. It was exciting.

Though her heartbeat grew louder in her ears, she still managed to pick up a faint assortment of sounds off in the distance. Chattering? Shrieking? She wasn’t sure but it was quickly growing louder. At the same time, she and Phlox looked towards the barrier of trees and noticed the branches and leaves beginning to tremble. Something was rushing through the forest and rapidly making its way towards the grotto. The tops of the trees shook and the roar of what sounded like a crowd was quickly upon them. Domino only briefly saw a flash of color burst through the curtain of leaves before closing her eyes and throwing herself on top of Phlox to shield him from whatever threat found their hiding spot.

The roaring now completely surrounded them, making its way over their heads and echoing all around them in the grotto. Domino tried to flatten herself and Phlox as close to the ground so they wouldn’t be hit. But despite the overwhelming noise, nothing struck them. She heard Phlox gasp. “Minnie, look!”

Domino opened one eye to see Phlox looking skyward, a wondrous smile on his face. She hesitantly turned just enough to peek over her shoulder and gasped as well. Hundreds–no, thousands of colorful birds were flying in mass above the canopy. Despite their numbers, they all moved together in perfect harmony, creating a magnificent, undulating patchwork of color in the sky. Domino rolled onto her back and the two hedgehogs watched in awe. She knew that birds were likely to migrate before the winter months hit, but she never witnessed something quite like this. The setting sunlight shone through their wings as they fluttered above, painting the entirety of the sky with a brilliant rainbow. Just as quickly as they had approached, the last of the birds flew past and the grotto returned to the peaceful silence once again.

Phlox and Domino both blinked. The moment had come and gone so quickly, it was almost as if it didn’t happen at all. They turned to each other, Domino’s head still resting on Phlox’s arm, and at once they both giggled in breathless bewilderment.

“What are the odds of that?” Domino grinned, placing a hand on her forehead in disbelief.

Phlox smirked confidently. “Right place, right time.”

“Ah yes, your ‘super power’,” the girl rolled her eyes and began to shove herself away. However, Phlox quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to him. She squealed with laughter and fought against him in protest.

“Don’t mock my talent,” he chuckled while Domino squirmed in his grasp.

“Lemme go, you brute!” The teal hedgehog shoved her palm into Phlox’s face, making him laugh even harder. Still, he held her close.

“Naht ‘til you apahlagizsh,” he muttered under the pressure of her hand.

Domino removed her palm and leaned in with a playful scowl. “Never.”

Phlox met her smug glare. “Then I’ll never let you go.”

Domino stopped struggling and her smile faltered a bit. She knew he was joking; after all, she started this game, but something about those words… Something inside her wanted them to be true. She enjoyed the feel of his embrace. She wanted him to hold onto her endlessly, and the thought made her curse to herself. ‘Wants’ were stupid, frivolous. Her lifestyle only allowed for ‘needs’: shelter and sustenance.

Domino was beginning to realize that Phlox’s presence caused an entirely different kind of hunger within her.

The male’s chuckles diminished as Domino stared at him quietly. His cheeks and chest grew warm as he suddenly registered just how tightly she was pressed against him. Phlox searched her cyan eyes, wondering what she was thinking. Was she upset? He was inexperienced with flirting; had he gone too far? She wasn’t pulling away, though. Her gaze briefly flickered to his lips and his heart raced faster and his purple fur prickled up.

“...Do… you realize what that was?” Domino whispered.

Phlox’s eyes widened. Was she asking about his sudden shiver or the display of birds they just witnessed? He hoped it was the latter.

“Uhh… a… murmuration…?”

“A-K-A…?” she nodded expectantly and a smile began to curl on her lips.

Phlox’s eyelids dropped with realization and he sneered, “Don’t. You. Dare.”

Domino sat up and poked at Phlox’s chest to punctuate her words. “Those were FLOCKS of BIRDS!”

“That’s it!” He went to snatch her again, but Domino was too quick for him this time. She sprinted to the edge of the grotto and giggled while she waited for him. Phlox hurriedly packed up his gear and threw his camera strap over his shoulder. “You’re in for it now!”

The girl squealed and darted away as Phlox chased her all the way back to the village.

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Domino let out a long yawn after collecting payment from her most recent task. Despite completing her fourth odd-job of the morning, she still found herself struggling to stay awake. Then again, she did have a hard time falling asleep last night…

It wasn’t the cold that kept her awake. No, she was plenty used to sleeping outside in all manner of harsh weather conditions. What kept her up were thoughts about that damn boy. That quiet, dazzling boy.

She didn’t recognize herself when she was around Phlox. Talking to him either led to embarrassing, truthful slip-ups (she still couldn’t believe she’d told him her “dream.” How stupid!) or left her unable to speak at all! And that stunt she pulled in the grotto to try and save him… What was that?! She’d lived her whole life looking out for herself. Her entire existence was all about self preservation. So why did she throw herself on top of him when she thought they were in danger? Domino was annoyed with how quickly her priorities were shifting. And even more annoyed by how good it felt to care about somebody other than herself for once.

Tossing and turning over all these thoughts left her with little shut-eye last night.

An idea came to her suddenly. Perhaps a cold dip would wake her up! Besides, after doing all the dirty jobs that the townspeople didn’t enjoy and the “Botniks” were too clunky to complete, she could use a bath.

She exited the city and headed downhill. Her years traversing the wilderness trained her to easily find rivers, and after carefully listening for running water and taking note of the ways the trees leaned, she found what she was looking for.

It was a serene creek with blue-green water that was clear enough to see the bottom of the river bed. It would be plenty deep enough for a proper swim. A medium-sized stack of boulders allowed for a steady flow of water to gently trickle down into the larger body of the creek. On days where the weather was more severe, she imagined the waterfall would crash into the river with a thunderous roar. But on this mellow autumn morning, the water was calm and tranquil.

It made her think of Phlox.

“Chaos,” she cursed to herself. The Domino she knew would have just shrugged it off and gone about her business. But this new, thoughtful Domino realized this was the exact kind of scene Phlox would love to photograph. The idea of gifting him with this little treasure and seeing the look of excitement on his face was too much to resist. “So much for ‘priorities’ huh?”

She convinced herself that this would be her way of repaying him for the grotto trip yesterday, nothing more. Satisfied with that reasoning, she hurried back to town in hopes to find that photographer that seemed to be making a home in her mind’s eye. It didn’t take long for her to spot him. The young man was sitting under a shade tree, writing in his notepad. Butterflies filled her stomach at the width of his smile upon hearing her call his name. The feeling intensified with how quickly he agreed to go with her.

“I’m telling ya, you’re gonna make this place THE travel destination once the world sees all your photos. Especially of this spot I found!”

“Had I known you were a location scout, I’d have hired you sooner.”

“You can’t afford me. Heiress, remember?” Domino teased with a wink. “I’m offering you this location on the house.” Phlox laughed his mischievous laugh as he followed the young woman. Once they reached the creek, Domino raised her arms into the air and spun around with a triumphant, “Ta-daaaa~!”

The purple hedgehog placed his hands on his hips and his grin was brighter than the sun. His reaction was even better than she had pictured.

“So, whaddya think?”

“I think,” Phlox chuckled, lowering the camera from his shoulder and placing it on the ground. Domino blinked as he kicked off his boots. “This is going to be so cold!”

“What?” Domino scoffed while Phlox removed his beloved pair of jeans and pried off his gloves. “You’re really gonna jump in there?”

“Like you aren’t?” Phlox raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile plastered on his sandy muzzle. “That’s why you came out here in the first place, right?”

“I-” she scratched her quills and shrugged, “I guess I just took you for the prissy, hot-shower type.”

The boy turned to face the girl while walking backwards and used his fist to make a stabbing motion into his heart. “Minnie, you wound me!” He spun on his heel with a laugh and ran towards the creek before leaping into the air, curling into a spinning ball, and crashing into the water with a mighty splash.

Just as quickly as he had jumped in, he resurfaced and his voice cracked as he shrieked. “I WAS ᴿᴵGᴴᵀ! SO CₒᴸD!”

“PFFTT!” Domino burst into a fit of laughter, doubling over and holding her stomach. “Gaia! I had no idea your voice could reach that high!”

“Shu-shu-shushhhh up and guh-get in here!” Phlox demanded through chattering teeth. He swam to face the other way so Domino could strip down to her undergarments without him watching.

Domino shook out her hands to mentally prepare herself for the cold plunge before jumping into the water, wailing. She resurfaced with a gasp. Well, she certainly wasn’t tired anymore.

“Whu-whu-whyyy duh-duh-did we d-do thissss?!”

Phlox’s ears were pinned flat to his head. “‘Cuz wuh-we’re young and sssss-stupid!”

“C-c’mon Young, ssswim with Stupid,” Domino laughed despite her shivering and waved him over to follow her as she began to swim. “The mmmore ya move the w-warmer you’ll be.”

The two hedgehogs made a game of who could swim the fastest from one edge of the creek to the other, and before long they had quickly adjusted to the temperature of the water. It turned out that Phlox was an excellent swimmer, capable of doing laps around Domino. The girl rolled her eyes as he gloated over his many wins.

“Ya know, I think I liked you more when you talked LESS!” She startled him with a tackle and dunked him under water.

He sprang back up and shook off his quills. “You opened this Pandora’s Box, there’s no putting it back now.”

“Oh yeah?” She went for another tackle, but now that he was onto her, he dodged and left her rolling face-first into the water. Domino made several more attempts, but Phlox would either stay so still it was like slamming into a brick wall, or he would use her momentum against her to make her plunge face first into the water.

Her most recent effort left her clinging to Phlox’s side, trying to push his face into the water with no success. “Grrrrr why won’t you go down?!”

Phlox laughed and pried the girl off him with ease. “I love your enthusiasm. But you won’t beat me in a battle of brawn.” He tapped his temple. “You’ve got to assess the situation and play to your strengths.”

The teal hedgehog let her head fall back and groaned with frustration. “You said it yourself: I’ve got no strength.”

“I meant ‘do what you’re best at,’” Phlox scratched the fluff of his muzzle as he pondered for a moment. His green eyes suddenly lit up and he snapped his fingers. “I know a game we could play!” He swam a distance away to make room between the two hedgehogs. “I’m going to guard this end of the creek. If you get passed me and make it to the bank, you earn a point.”

Domino’s shoulders sank. “You’re the better swimmer and you’re bigger than me. I’m never getting through you.”

Phlox smiled with encouragement. “Assess the situation, Minnie. You’re smaller, but that makes you faster and more slippery. Use that to your advantage to get around me.”

“Hmm,” Domino considered, her pout turning into a genuine smile. “Okay, I’ll give it a shot!”

“But!” Phlox held up a finger. “To prove that I’m not going to just let you win, let’s raise the stakes. If I catch you, you have to answer a question. Truthfully.”

“Pfft,” Domino sputtered. “That’s not much of a reward.”

“It is to me,” Phlox grinned. He stretched his arms out to either side. “Now show me what you’ve got!”

Domino’s eyes twinkled with determination and she rushed forward. She originally tried swimming to the side of Phlox’s reach, but he was able to quickly catch up to her. She panicked at the last minute and tried to charge him, but he caught her and she went limp in his arms in frustration.

“Next time, don’t give up so fast. There’s still a chance to break free.” Phlox shifted the girl in his arms so he carried her bridal style and swam them back over to Domino’s side of the river. “So, how many siblings do you have?”

“70.” She moped.

“Hey, I won my prize. The truth. How many do you really have?”

Domino rolled her eyes and shoved herself off him. She muttered quietly, “It’s just me.” Her answer was guarded, but Phlox couldn’t help but pick up the loneliness in her tone. He tried to lighten the mood with his own response as he made his way back to start-position.

“Wow, the center of attention, huh? We’ve got two litters in my family. 3 brothers and 1 sister. I’m right in the middle.”

“5 guys in one house? I bet the place stinks!” Domino teased, finding her sense of humor again. “Ugh, you have no idea!” Phlox joked and rubbed his nose. “When I first started out on the road, I felt like I could breathe for the first time in my life!” The girl attempted to swim by him again. Phlox grappled for her and though he did briefly get his arms around her, she was able to wiggle through his forearms and kick off his back to propel herself to the creek bank. Domino couldn’t help but dance along the shore at her win.

“See that’s it!” Phlox threw a fist into the air. “Show me what else you can do. Besides those sick dance moves.”

Domino hurried over to her side again and strategized. She knew he would just keep catching her if she tried to swim around him, and though she could wiggle free, she’d get exhausted in no time. She looked down and noticed how similar the blue-green shade of the water was in comparison to her own fur.

She squeaked as she was suddenly rushed and held tightly in Phlox’s grip.

“What the HELL?!” she squirmed. This time he locked her forearms across her chest and she couldn’t wiggle loose.

“Who said I couldn’t leave my post? You were taking too long and I have questions!”

Domino slumped against Phlox’s furry chest, defeated. Her voice was monotone, “What is your question, O devilish Phlox?”

“If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

Domino giggled before her eyes went wide. “Ohhh, those hash browns from yesterday!”

“That’s it? Hash browns?” Phlox cocked an eyebrow. Domino shoved off him so he could return to his position.

“I’m not a picky eater and those were good! Why, what would yours be?”

“Chili. The spicier, the better!” Phlox answered before whispering under his breath, “Hmm. I could learn to make hash browns,” Meanwhile, Domino returned to her plan that she was formulating before she was last captured. She took a deep breath and submerged herself completely underwater.

“Uh-oh,” Phlox panicked. The only patches of Domino’s fur that weren’t teal blue were her cheeks, stomach, and the inside of her ears, and while she was underwater, she was just about invisible. His eyes searched frantically, trying to figure out which side she would attempt to get around him. He yelped when he felt something brush the undersides of his paws. Once he realized it was Domino swimming below him, it was already too late and she was on his side of the river.

“HaHA!!” She cheered and shimmied her shoulders in a victory dance.

“Very clever,” Phlox grinned. “I’m onto you now.”

Their game went on for several more rounds, with Domino taking the lead by a substantial amount. Still, Phlox was determined and managed to get a few more answers out of her before their game was through:

“What’s your biggest pet-peeve?”

“When people are snooty. Get outta here with that crap!”

“Morning-bird or night-owl?”

“Of course you’d ask a ‘bird’ question, ‘Flocks.’ I always start the day bright and early.”

“What’s your favorite thing about yourself?”

“Oiiiii… Hmmm. My resourcefulness.”

“Excellent choice. I’ve never seen anyone wield a roll of tape better than you.”

“And you never will~”

“Would you ever want to have kids one day?”

She had to think about that one for a moment. Logistically, her lifestyle wouldn’t allow for that kind of thing. It wasn’t responsible. But Phlox did ask her to answer honestly. A soft smile formed on her lips.

“Yeah. I would.”

Phlox bit the inside of his cheek in hopes to suppress his smile and the blush creeping up his neck.

Domino attempted one more round, but at this point she was drained and Phlox caught her without much struggle.

“Okay, okay,” she panted and the young man released her. “You win. I’ve had enough.” The girl huffed and puffed, struggling to tread water with the amount of energy she’d exerted.

The boy chuckled and took her hands into his. “Here, catch your breath.” He was surprised that instead of merely holding onto his hands, Domino pulled herself close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She rested her chin on his shoulder and closed her eyes as she attempted to regulate her breathing.

Phlox was certain she could feel the pounding of his heartbeat, but surprisingly he wasn’t all that ashamed this time. Domino had a way of making him feel excited and calm all at once. It encouraged him to be bolder, braver, more accepting of his quirks.

“I can tell you wanna ask me another question,” the girl teased.

“I do,” Phlox admitted, his voice much softer and reserved, like the first time they met. “But it’s not part of the game.”

“C’mon, you caught me so you earned it,” Domino leaned back enough so she could look Phlox eye-to-eye. Her mouth curved up into a smile at how red his face was. “What?”

Be bold. He told himself. Be like her.

“Can I kiss you?”

Domino’s jaw dropped with a soft gasp. Of all the things he could’ve asked, this was the last thing she expected. Before these last two days, nobody even bothered looking her way. Now not only did she have the undivided attention of this dashing young man, but he wanted to kiss her? Phlox could easily have any girl he wanted, so why would he waste his time with somebody like her?

Well, she thought, probably because he doesn’t actually know me. If he did, he’d leave.

It would be smart to say no. But when would she ever have this opportunity again? She’d be gone by tomorrow, having never kissed a boy. A beautiful, kind, lovely boy.

“…Yes.”

As soon as the word left her lips, Phlox took her face into his hands and kissed her. She was alarmed at how quickly his mouth was on hers considering how shy he’d been just a moment ago, but it was a welcome surprise. Her arms remained wrapped around his neck and she closed her eyes as she returned his kiss.

Phlox sighed happily into her lips, his thumbs stroking her cheeks as he cupped her face. He’d never kissed anyone before, but from the moment he first laid eyes on this young lady it was all he could think about. She was so unique and adventurous and funny! Oh, how she made him laugh like he was a little kid again. He was generally in good-spirits most of the time, but he hadn’t felt happiness like this for a long while. Being in her company was like floating in the clouds. The kiss broke just briefly as his mouth subconsciously curved into a smile, but he did his best to force it down and match his lips to hers once more.

One of Phlox’s hands gently combed down Domino’s long cyan quills and that burning hunger flared up in her lower belly once again. His lips were too lovely, his touch too wonderful. This was dangerous.

Regrettably, Domino broke away and rested her forehead against his as they both attempted to catch their breath. “I’m not so good at multitasking… We should probably get outta the water now,” the lady hedgehog suggested.

“Yeah, okay,” Phlox chuckled breathlessly. The two swam to the edge of the creek and Domino pulled a towel out from her backpack. She dried herself off as much as possible before tossing it to Phlox while she got dressed. He pulled on his pants and boots then laid in the grass next to the girl and quietly admired the clouds with a smile on his face.

Domino was grateful for the silence, trying to make sense of all the weird thoughts and feelings swimming around her mind. She knew it was a bad idea to let somebody in like this. The closer Phlox got, the sooner he’d realize what a joke she was. She knew she would need to leave before that happened. So why, why did she feel this constant urge to let him in? She chewed on her lip but silently cursed to herself as she could still taste him.

“Hey, so…” she started, despite her better judgment. Phlox turned his full attention to her. “I’m no chef, but… I make a pretty good stew. And you said you like chili, so, uh… I was wondering if you’d…” she clapped a hand over her face and sighed. “-If you’d let me make you something. You know, to pay you back for… everything.”

“Pay me back?” Phlox asked, his brows furrowed.

“For breakfast, and the grotto,” she threw her hands into the air, “and all the tactical combat lessons you just gave me!”

“Hey, I did those things because I wanted to. You don’t owe me anything,” he did his best to reassure the girl. He propped his head up with his hand and gave a mischievous smirk. “But if it’s a date you’re suggesting…”

“Chaos,” Domino muttered. Still, she couldn’t help but smile.

“You have to ask me proper. I’m old-fashioned like that.”

“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes before turning to face the boy who was all but wiggling with anticipation. “Phlox. May I make you dinner? As a date.”

“Yes.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before rolling over to grab his camera. His face was bright red, but his smile was confident as he removed the lens and adjusted the settings. “Now, to capture this little gem you found me!”

Domino packed up her bag before swinging it over her shoulder. “I’ll meet you at the inn you’re staying at, yeah?”

“Okay!” He snapped a few photos. “What’re you up to today?”

Oh, just buying a cheap jacket and a bunch of nonperishables so I don’t starve this winter. Impressive, right?

“More business meetings. I heard the mayor’s a big-time investor. I’m gonna see if he will fund the latest board game I’m developing.”

Phlox slowly lowered the viewfinder from his eyes. Why was she telling stories again? He thought after what just happened… Why couldn’t she just tell him the truth? He closed his eyes and sighed. Who was he to tell her what to do? Besides, it was like he told her: she didn’t owe him anything. All he could do was hope that she’d learn to trust him eventually.

“Knock ‘em dead, Minnie. I believe in you.”

The girl gave him a playful salute before heading back into town, leaving the boy alone to his thoughts.

Domino hadn’t even made it to the market before hearing a thunderous crash and the screams of several townspeople. People sprinted away from the townsquare in a panic. The old Domino might have followed their lead and scampered away as well. But over these last couple of days, she found herself evolving. Even more important than self-preservation, she felt a stronger urge growing in her heart: the need to protect. Without hesitation, she raced towards the sound of the commotion.

[Next: CHAPTER 3]

[A/N: I used the art of Nathan Fowkes as visual inspiration for many of the scenes in this chapter. If you aren't familiar with his work, I highly recommend checking it out!]

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siremasterlawrence · 28 days ago

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Alexander The Bot

Please everyone! This is my new slave butler Alexander the robot some bit of my creation after my butler is hit by a car supposedly by accident and I rush to his side as he goes unconscious. I manage sling his arms on to my shoulders dragging him across the grounds of my own home in to my house and kick the door close behind him and walk over to my elevator in a huff breathing deep. I tap a code in to the panel as the door shut close the shaft rushing downward speeding to the basement hitting the ground floor hard running and throw him on to medical slab. I have been looking for a perfect subject to create a ai of them to transfer in to my new experiment an experiment extraordinaire and my robot is about to change the world in a varied of ways.

I smirk placing the electrical nodes on the pads laying it on to the side of his forehead sending electrical impulses causing the television to the stir and I can see a 3-d version of his brain.The electrical cords connecting the robotic body to the machine as it transfers all of the mapping the brain in him and his limps are beginning to move and come to life as I type a code.I am now quiet finishing up with it yet so I will keep building up the rest of his abs to complete a the look and also I have to tan him a bit to appears as I want to physically be attracted to him. Placing a micro chip in his brain placing the skin over it then grab a spray in hand covering his enter head with a watery process and the hair grows heavily and it covering his whole head up looking quiet exceptional.

He heads to the closet swinging to the door opening it again but he rummages through the long closet space combing through all of the clothes and removing a white shirt off of the hanger and beginning to slip his sleeve in to his arms. Letting it hang over my body like a model like a model in the store I am so damn sexy to me, I am the man of my dreams forever all to suddenly my boss is now the one whois in a fantasy and all I can do is think about his king. I can see him rummaging throughout thedraw choosing a pair of underwear in my sight removing through the draws lifting in to the air and putting it in on as I can see it from the door frame he has no ideaI am watching him. Sneaking behind him crawling to his back my hand roam out grabbing his waist with little effort I pullhim to my front and pressing his ass onmy back and I rub my cock digging into his ass.

“Boss! Is that you? Oh God! More of his past memories are infiltrating his mind digging so deep. I can’t deny them even if I try so I am going to tell you something I should have said along time ago and all I want is to tell you the truth.” Robot says swiveling aroundto face me as he leans in kissing me he felt so real, so soft, so hot and even the air coreI place in his robotic mouth makes him feel like his breath and we make out pinning him to the wall. “Why do you think you crave me more than anything? Why do you want me so bad then you can taste and love me more than anything? Are you completely in love with me the man of your dreams and now you get to love? You will live with and serve the man you have always dream of.”

“Will you belong to me?

“Will you serve me?”

“Give me if all”

“You own me”

“You let me serve you “

“Submit to me”

“I am the man of your dreams”

“My world “

“Bow down “

“Kneel”

“Yes Master”

“This is who you are”

“This is my love”

“Did you just shove on the bed?”

“Sorry Master”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Do you love me?”

“I just want to lay you down, unbuckle your belt and suck you off”

“Please do it”

“Mmmmm…”

“Yes…fuck”

“Oh dear”

“What babe?”

“Babe?”

“I call you babe because I have waited for the right moment.”

“I love you “

“I love you too”

“No…I mean”

“Go on”

“I am in love with you”

“I am the man of the hour “

“I am the man of a lifetime “

“Yes you are Master”

“You are my everything “

“I want to serve and love you “

“Because I am yours”

Alexander fell to his knees in awe of me with excitement the thrill is going high in to the air through the room he picks me up then threw me on the bed and he lays me on to the bed slowly he begins to undress me before he did the deed. He reaches out taking my cock in his hand he starts to rub my cock slowly almost like he is a kid playing with it his mouth getting closer placing the cock to its tip and he kiss, licks and then slips the cock in to his mouth ready to suck. Taking it back in his hand he laying in his mouth he sucks away his had spreads on grabbing each side of my waist he gets even closer and he sucks like a baby who is absorbing every last nutrient that my body can try to produce.

I shove him away from body then slide up on to my pillow he is crawling upward laying on top of me as he kisses me slowly wrapping my arms over his shoulders and he begins rub me down then across my temples down to my neck. Alexander Skarsgard he he kisses down to my right side shoulder he continues kissing my right side then sliding on to my left side shoulder he and rubs my ass gripping them a bit he lays on me rubbing his cock over mine. “God! I love you Boss more than you can imagine or attempt to conceive because you are everything and everyone. You will never know what it is like to see someone for who they really are. Can you Master Lawrence.”

“Master…my Master”

“Do you love me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you love me babe?”

“Maybe!”

“Maybe?”

“Nice try !”

“Yeah! Fine “

“I love you “

“We love each other “

“Always and forever “

.”Thank you !”

“Let’s dance “

“I’ll put on some music “

“Help me up “

“Give me a hug “

“Slow dance “

“Hell no!”

The end

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jessi4fanfics · 5 months ago

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~Crushes~

|Hi, guys!! This was fun, but super hurried, so sorry if it's bad. Short High School Broppy AU!!:)|

Poppy was the popular kid.

Every guy wanted to be the first one to her chair to pull it out for her, or the first one to the stairs to help her down them (and maybe sneak a little kiss onto her soft pink hand) and everyone always wanted to be the first at lunch to offer her lunch money.

Poppy was a princess. Literally. The king's daughter. But there was also a special something about her that made her stand out to everyone. Maybe her selflessness, or maybe her desire for good in the world, or maybe it was just that she played hard to get.

She had always had a lot of boyfriends. But she didn't really have true feelings for any except for one.

Creek.

The coolest kid in school, next to her of course. If everyone didn't admire him so much, they'd probably hate him for stealing their queen all the time. They were always on dates, posting about each other, talking about each other.

Creek was a supposedly sweet guy with an adorable accent. Poppy was the precious princess who completed his life.

It all seemed right.

Until it wasn't.

Poppy had broken up with him.

No one knew why, not even Creek himself. But he was going to find out.

And in the midst of this, was Branch.

Branch wasn't the total nerd of school, no, Archer was that.

But he was close. In science class he built cool robots instead of doing experiments, and he was always testing his creations on his teacher.

Branch was known, however, for always bringing bad luck. His machines exploded, the water fountain sprayed in his face, the toilet was clogged when he walked into the bathroom stall (it wasn't him, he swears!), and nothing ever seemed to go right for this blue troll.

Branch was technically the laughing stock of the school. He would walk in and everyone would point at him and chuckle. But they enjoyed his company. Branch was one of the people who kept school interesting, and kept them laughing (even if it was at him) though they'd never admit it.

But he ignored it all. He kept his blue eyes down as he walked down the halls, opened his lockers, and got ready to go to class.

Usually, if he ignored them, no one really bothered him.

But one guy who couldn't resist poking fun at him was always Creek.

And, since Poppy broke up with him, he had gotten worse.

"Getting ready to ace math class again, Mr. Teacher's Pet?" Creek teased, leaning against and shutting Branch's locker.

"Yes, actually. Counts for half of our grade this semester." Branch raised an eyebrow at him. "Or did you already know that?"

He knew Creek didn't.

Creek flushed, sputtering. "Don't be dumb! Of course I knew that! I- uh, I'll be right back! Don't move, Toilet Timmy."

So while Creek went off to persuade someone to give him their answers for the math test he didn't study for, "Toilet Timmy" went off to math, and sat beside his table partner.

"Hi, Branch!" Poppy greeted enthusiastically.

"Hi, Princess Poppy," Branch replied, getting his schoolwork ready and avoiding her eye contact at all times.

Poppy's eyes lowered in annoyance. "I told you already, just call me Poppy."

Branch's response was just a grunt, and Poppy frowned to herself and turned away, glaring at the floor and wondering why she even tried.

Branch stared at the floor and wondered why she tried too.

Branch had never ever had a real conversation with his "math buddy". He wouldn't survive it. All the kids teased him about "making a move" and all that, but he'd break down if he even looked her straight in the eyes.

Her pretty magenta eyes were always sparkling in a way that annoyed him immensely- but also made his legs turn into jell-o.

It wasn't a crush, he told himself. Calm down.

The fact that he was sitting there, however, in the middle of class, flushing while thinking about her eyes was enough to prove him wrong.

He groaned and yanked his hair down over his ears.

"Branch, do you have something to say?" The teacher turned to him, grumpy.

"Er- uhhh, no?" Branch could feel the stares and the giggles of the class around him. But through his peripheral vision, he could see Poppy minding her own business, squinting hard at her work.

Thank goodness.

He turned back to his work and studied the question wothout really thinking about it.

If the moon goes around the earth once a day, and the speed of a cheetah is 201 mph- how many marbles has Martha eaten in her lifetime?

Branch was usually good at these odd questions, but his gaze kept drifting over to Poppy's paper.

She was writing "idk" under almost all the questions.

Branch sighed. As her math buddy, technically she was supposed to ask him for help, but she was probably still mad at him from earlier.

He pointed at problem 23. "The answer is A = Pi, not- whatever those random jumble of letters are that you wrote down." He lifted an eyebrow at her paper as he whispered.

"Pie?" Poppy was surprised. "I didn't read anything about pie in the word problem."

"That's because there isn't anything about pie in the word problem."

"But you just said-"

"Look, just trust me, alright?" Branch immediately turned to his own paper again.

He felt her gaze on his back and frowned harder. "What do you want?"

"Where do you live?"

A weird question, but a harmless one. She was the princess, after all.

"On 556 Wood-Oak Road. Why?" His pencil kept scribbling, his handwriting wobbly.

"Oh, I've just always wanted to go to that ice cream place right near Wood-Oak Road. You know, Snowy's? And I was hoping you could go with me?"

This time Branch sat up and looked at her, his blue eyes piercing in fustration through her pink ones.

She was just teasing him now. It wasn't funny.

"Poppy, I am not taking you on a date."

"Date?! I hope we're talking about number dates and not romance, Branch! I am sure Poppy does not have time for that!" the teacher told him.

Giggles burst throughout the room ad both Branch and Poppy completely reddened and shrunk down in their seats.

Poppy slid a piece of her notepad paper over to him.

He leaned over it and read: Please?

Was she asking him actually to-

He turned to her. He frowned.

She grinned in return.

Branch had never really thought Poppy thought anything of him. He figured that to her he was just there.

But as soon as they walked into the ice cream shop, that changed.

Poppy immediately started blabbing to him happily, giggling to herself occasionally, making jokes, and having fun as she sipped her milkshake.

Branch rarely said anything. He just stared at her, watching and confused.

What was he even doing here?

Poppy's smile, her carefree manner, was enough to blow him away. She had just casually asked her math partner out after just breaking up with her boyfriend, and was here talking her heart out, as happy as a sparrow.

Branch thought he knew what was happening. After he found a silence, he took it as a chance to tell her, "I'm not going to be his replacement, you know."

"Huh?" Poppy jumped, surprised.

"Creek. You're trying to find a new boyfriend, right? One you can mess around with to help you get over Creek." He frowned and crossed his arms. "I'm not doing it."

Poppy was quiet for a second, shocked, before she began to giggle. "Branch, that's not what this is about. I broke up with Creek, remember? Not vice versa."

"Well, what are we doing here?" Branch continued to scowl. "You've always been friendly to me, yes, but not this friendly. And I have never been friendly to you, so this doesn't make sense."

"You bought my milkshake. That was friendly," Poppy told him.

"I mean before today!" Branch raked his fingers through his hair. "This is a bet, isn't it? How much are you getting paid?"

"I'm a princess."

That was a good point. "Then why did you ask me to take you here? Me? The Toilet Timmy guy. The Master-less of Machines? Only some of the names I'm called at school started from mistakes I've done in front of you, and you aren't unimpressed?" His tone went from irritated to confused.

"I just wanted to hang out with you. You're a super nice guy. I could...feel it." She shrugged. "Didn't think you'd take offense to it."

"Yeah, well, sometimes your feelings are wrong." Branch didn't know what he was saying at this point, but he had to get out of- whatever spot this was.

No girl had asked him out before, especially a pretty, popular, sweet-

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" Her question made him stop in his tracks. Her voice sounded hurt and her face looked a bit worried. "It seems like you're always trying to be mean and push me away... On purpose."

Branch watched her carefully. That was exactly what he was doing. But suddenly, it didn't feel like the totally right thing to do anymore.

He sighed and rubbed his shoulder. "Look, the truth is- I don't know how to sort out my feelings right now. You make me want to pull my hair out- but in a good way, almost?" He shrugged. "That was a bad example."

Poppy giggled lightly. "Yeah." She thought for a bit. "You have always been fascinating to me, Branch. And as we continued to work together in a few classes, my interest in you has grown. You make me want to punch a hole in the walls sometimes- but you also make me feel all bubbly inside. Almost- happy."

She cleared her throat. "That's um... how I used to feel about Creek. Now when I'm near him, I just want to punch the wall."

"That makes two of us," Branch attempted at a joke, and they both laughed.

"I didn't know if it was a crush or not, and I didn't want to risk crushing on someone else while dating, so... I broke up with Creek."

Branch's eyes widened. He was why she broke up with Creek?!

"Do you-" he gulped, "- have a crush on me?" Why was he hoping she'd say yes?

Poppy smiled shyly. "I don't know," was her honest answer. "But how about we start from here and work our way forward?" And she leaned over and kissed his cheek.

As quickly as she did it, she jumped off of her seat and dashed out of the uilding, squealing all the way.

He'd see her tomorrow. And he was...excited?

Branch's whole face was glowing red now, and he pulled his hair over his ears again.

Erughhh...yup. It was official.

He did have a crush.

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setsolution · 1 year ago

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In conclusion, the emergence of spraying robot machinemanufacturers in India signifies a significant shift towards embracing automation and advanced technologies in manufacturing. These innovative companies are driving efficiency, quality, and competitiveness across various industries, paving the way for a new era of manufacturing excellence in the country. As India continues its journey towards becoming a global manufacturing hub, the role of spraying robots machine is set to become increasingly indispensable, shaping the future of the manufacturing sector.

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lazerpie101 · 3 months ago

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I hate how when people draw nsfw robot stuff 99% of the time it's just 'human painted grey'. Even the joints are just human painted grey. LET ME SEE THE BEAUTY IF MACHINERY

GIVE THEM MECHANICAL JOINTS

LET THEIR BODIES BE THAT OF FORGED METAL, NOT SOME ORGANIC HUMAN SHAPE

ENOUGH OF YOUR SPRAY-PAINTED HUMANS

I AM HERE FOR THE EROTICISM OF THE MACHINE, NOT A HUMAN

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skyward-floored · 2 months ago

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XD The part where Dash runs on the water while the family’s fighting the Orb Spider Machine thing?

okay um. so I misread this. I only got the first part about running on water and I immediately assumed it meant the part where they’re still on the island and he runs on the water for the first time.

But I wrote a lot of that scene so I’m going to go ahead and share a bit of it, if you’d like some of the other scene too feel free to ask lol 😭

Two of those weird robot drone things began to close in on either side of him, and Wild looked frantically between the two of them, sure he could see the drivers smirking at him.

He looked ahead, hoping for an escape, but saw the jungle abruptly end with water stretching out ahead of him, and he yelped, going too fast to stop.

Oh man oh man oh man ohmanohmanohman—

Suddenly the sound of his steps changed, and Wild hesitantly opened his eyes, startling at the sight of the water below him.

He was running on water.

He was running on water!

Wild let out a giddy laugh, and kicked back into high gear, a spray of water flying out behind him. The buzz of the drones hit his ears again, and he wove around the huge rocks formations that stretched above him, grinning as he went.

If he wasn’t also running for his life, this would be pretty fun.

#how did I misread that so bad sgvbgdcbfdh #answers from the floor #lovely lowkey mckey #wip #Incredibles au

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starwrighter · 2 years ago

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I am not a Baby!! (yes you are)

(Previous) (Next) (Masterpost) (Ao3)

(Chapter five lol)

A jarring noise jolted him awake way too soon for his liking. His eyelids still felt like anchors and vague images of a good dream lingered in his mind. If he went back to sleep now the chances of him continuing his dream where it left off were next to zero. As the noise continued Danny found himself pouting, his eyes watering despite not being sad. Frustration bubbled like a hot spring as he whipped his head around to the source. The radio!

All his anger shifted to giddy hope, exhaustion melting away as he rushed to the blinking red light and pressed play. The machine whirred and clicked a robotic voice different from his PDA chiming in

"Playing pre-recorded distress call..."

"This is lifepod 3, uploading our coordinates. We're plugging some holes in our emergency Seaglide, so if we're late for the rendezvous don't panic. Also, don't go home without us. Seriously. 3 out."

A young lady's voice played from the machine, coordinates downloading to his PDA along with the message itself. It felt like a decade had passed since he'd heard a human voice despite only being on this planet for a day at max. Looking at the coordinates, their life pod should be floating around in one of the kelp forests. Danny still looked human, so meeting up with the other survivors probably wouldn't be too scary for them, alarming yes, but not scary.

In all likelihood, the crew of life pod 3 wouldn't still be there when Danny reached the signal. The message had been sent around ten minutes after the crash and Danny was just now receiving it a day later. A rendezvous was mentioned in the distress call, maybe he could get the coordinates from the other pod's radio? The call he received was obviously responding to a distress call other than his. Why he wasn't receiving messages in chronological order was probably the same reason his PDA's blueprints were corrupted and his lifepod's interior was on fire when he woke up.

All he knew was following that signal was the first thing he was going to do when he set out again. Inside the life pod, however, he was going to have breakfast. Toddling over to the storage unit Danny picked out what was supposed to be a block of food. Scrunching up his nose Danny took a bite, it was dense and crumbled when he bit into it yet, was somehow chewy like a fruit gummy. The taste was nothing like fruit in fact it tasted more like meat. Not good meat either, like someone had taken raw steak rolled it around in their yard fresh after mowing, and then sprayed disinfectant on it. It took an entire water bottle to wash away the artificial taste on his tongue! Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if you told him this was expired. It wasn't packaged, it just sat at the bottom of a warm storage unit next to his remaining water bottle and flares.

...

Was this some kind of space rat poison? Did he seriously just eat rat poison, his PDA didn't warn him it was rat poison. It should have warned him if it was rat poison there was no reason the PDA would have to poison him... Unless it wanted to? Did his PDA become sentient because it was sick of his crap? He hadn't even gotten close to the level of annoying his friends and enemies dealt with on a daily basis. If his PDA became sentient it was either a coward or trying to save itself the trouble.

"Hi?" Danny questioned, staring intently at his PDA waiting for a response... Nothing happened, after minutes of waiting silently so as to not interrupt the PDA if it decided to speak nothing happened no pop-up, notification, or comment. It wasn't at all disappointing and if it was that was only because the thought of a sentient AI to talk to sounded super cool.

Ancients, how was he this desperate for interaction already? Where was his fire extinguisher? Shuffling around the lifepod Danny looked under the seats, snatching up the bright red fire extinguisher and clutching it to his chest. Resting his chin on the handle Danny sighed, chubby fingers slipping against the smooth metal. The fire extinguisher wasn't as heavy as it'd been when he first sprayed it pretty soon, Wilson would be as useless for putting out fires as it was for blunt force damage. A knife in his backpack could be justified but a fire extinguisher while swimming in the ocean? A waste of space. Leaving his inanimate friend behind was the practical option but Danny didn't care.

The knife he'd acquired last night might be his main friend from now on but Wilson was the Og. They're going on adventures together and Danny would keep it in his room as a souvenir. A knife would eventually be taken from him but fire extinguishers were for forever! Stuffing Wilson into his bag Danny prepared to leave his lifepod again.

Squeezing the knife in his right hand Danny gave a few test swings. Physically, he's weak but the knife was sharp and it'd do some serious damage if he was careful what he swung at. As much as his food tasted like something you were served in prison this was not prison and throwing hands with the biggest creature on the planet would do him no good. With that said he was going to pick a fight with whoever invented those nutrient blocks, or maybe he'd sick the lunch lady on them? Whoever made these rations deserved to live off of only them for at least a week.

Opening the hatch was easier than it was yesterday, the orange handle turning smoothly with one yank instead of many. Water less foreign against his skin, the wetsuit feeling more natural than it had before. A dive that wasn't skin-tight would still be preferred but at least it was breathable and protected him decently. Swimming had gotten a bit easier, the flippers didn't make a huge difference when you accounted for the heavy oxygen tank strapped to his back. Surprisingly the weight of the new tools in his backpack and the oxygen tank strapped to him didn't drag him down to the seafloor.

Catching a few fish with his teeth to distract the metal muncher. Danny wandered towards the signal. Sticking low to the seabed, he ducked between creeping hiding amongst the vines and using supply crates as cover. Tossing a fish at metal munchers that lurked a bit too close to his hiding place distracted them long enough to get to the next one before they swam to inspect where their snack had come from. His PDA informed him it gave the metal muncher a name when he distracted it long enough to scan it. A "Stalker" is what the AI deemed a suitable name. Danny thought that name was boring, a dramatic name for a creature that Danny found to be scatterbrained and lacked the dedication to hunting the name implied. Its pattern of movement was closer to sneaking than it was to stalking. It was an annoying name choice but it made sense. You couldn't give a living creature the genius name he came up with.

Coral was wrinkled like a brain but colored a bright purple and spat out air bubbles that filled his air tank. Giving him more time to explore before the natural need for air spoiled his fun. Sandstone outcrops popped up more often in the kelp forests, useful silver and gold dropped into his open palms before quickly being stuffed into his backpack.

As he closed in on the signal, body pressed to a grassy seabed a sinking feeling started to fester in his stomach. A feeling that soon shifted to overwhelming grief that hit him like a crowbar to the cranium. Chest tightening as a sunken lifepod clear in his view. If it'd had just been sunken there was hope that it'd happened after the crew moved on, perhaps a Stalker taking a little nibble? No, this lifepod had been exposed to some sort of explosion, metal blackened and jutted outward. The bottom hatch looked to be ripped from the floor, now leaning against the gaping hole just below the bright red 3 labeling the lifepod. While there were bite marks on the pod, parts of the yellow latter were likely torn off by a passing stalker that likely occurred after the initial explosion.

Considering his lifepod was on fire when he woke up, this one exploding for no visible reason was too much of a stretch. Swimming into the sunken pod, prepared for the worst. Mentally preparing himself to see a mangled body or the horrific scene of a lethal incident. The lack of gore upon his entry was both relieving and unnerving. A lack of bodies didn't bring him hope, the hairs standing on the back of his neck and a cold breath stuck in his chest told him with certainty that the crew of this lifepod was dead.

The crew's last voice log confirmed this. A modified power cell, one to supercharge a sea glide to be capable of carrying two people at a higher speed. The math was perfect in theory but the seglide itself wasn't built for the power cell. It was too powerful, the kind you used to power bigger things like prawn suits or seamoths. Like rigging a car battery to power a lightbulb it was doomed from the start Chances were, it started to overheat the moment they turned it on and overloaded a few feet from the pod just like the crew thought it would.

Awful, There were no names on the PDA. No bodies to be buried or cremated and no names to be remembered for grieving. Deaths that he could only mourn in the confines of his mind. Jane and John doe's that died doing their best to ensure survival in a shitty situation. It took everything he had not to cry, though maybe he was already crying but the ocean was washing his tears away without a trace just like it had with these people.

A large displacement of water followed by a not quite shriek of something much bigger than a metal muncher snapped him back. That did not sound friendly! Danny hugged the wall of the lifepod peeking out through one of the many holes made by the stalkers.

That didn't look friendly either.

A gigantic snake-like fish with pelvic fins like silk sleeves. Gills glowed a toxic white, its yellow body shimmering in the daylight. Similar to a hoverfish there were spots lining the fish's back, a large white blob in the shape of a bat on its chest. It glided through the water slowly circling the lifepod, eyes glowing yellow.

"Thirty seconds," Danny could have screamed, the robotic alert like a firecracker going off during silent reading. The giant fish whipped its head around creeping towards the lifepod at an agonizingly slow pace. Heart racing, Danny clung to the side of the lifepod pressing himself as flatly against the pod as he could. Desperate to avoid being spotted he shoved himself underneath a metal panel.

A stalker's roar broke through the water followed by a pained shriek and a body slamming against the sand. Danny took this opportunity to make his escape, vision blurring as he swam to the surface. A gasp of air could never taste any sweeter as he watched a pack of stalkers attempt to eat the giant. The giant just seemed annoyed, their face pinched in what he could only assume was the fish equivalent of exasperation. Batting away the hungry gators with their blanket-like tale, Stalkers attempted to thrash around a creature that was several times bigger than them, thinking they could take him as a group.

This distraction lasted long enough for Danny to flee back to the shallows. Back to the bladderfish and Peepers who didn't look like they could swallow him whole without noticing it. Now Danny didn't mean to judge a book by its cover but he also wasn't willing to swim up to a fish that big, not when he wasn't sure if that was the one who'd had a taste of human flesh.

"Detecting increased local radiation levels. Trend is consistent with damage to the Aurora's drive core, sustained during planetfall"

Well shit, sometimes Danny hated being right.

@pupstim @ashoutinthedarkness @avelnfear @thought-u-said-dragon-queen @meira-3919 @blep-23 @hugsandchaos @stargazing-bookwyrm @starlightcat04 @bytheoldwillowtree @zeldomnyo @justwannabecat @shepherdsheart

#Danny named a fire extinguisher Wilson in chapter two lol #Danny wandering towards the signal while unintentionally wandering toward Signal #Danny deserves to cry let the boy cry #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #subnautica au #I feel like danny isn't feral enough #I need to fix that in future chapters smh

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