#swob

[paviagraffiti]

Goiogie - Stereo - Swob

Tangenziale est Pavia

[bob-no-escape-ask]

Izzat swap bob

In the ask?

Haha nope

I almost drew an alt where it was swap bob. But yeah for future reference, here's a difference between Swob (swap bob) and bob

And also Swob is not gonna show up in the main blog storyline(unless a magic anon comes in summoning them, and I happen to feel like running with that idea. I doubt that'll happen tho so please don't expect it ^^')

[p0tat0-g0ddess]

must I WRITE fanfiction? Is it not enough to simply lay facedown on the floor for 4 hours thinking about character dynamics?

[verxca]

IMAGINE 05 ⟡

➤ sanemi + patching him up

⟡ sanemi hated when people helped him. sure, it was fine when iguro and you accompanied him on missions, though he hated the prospect of being viewed like that— weak, despite everybody knowing he wasn’t at heart.

⟡ so, of course, when you offered to come help him after a mission, sanemi was hesitant. you and him were staying at a small village, scouting out a demon who’d been active nearby. after a particularly rough fight out in outskirts of the woods, he returned all bruised and bloodied up. it took a handful of convincing to get him to even sit down.

- can you tell me what happened, exactly…?

you ponder gently, taking his arm into yours, studying each scar he’d acquired. on sanemi’s hand— your gentle voice was sort of soothing for him. it helped the hashira get his mind off of things, off of genya, off of his mother.

when you were with him— it was just you.

- oh, you know. nothin’ new. glad you stayed here.

he scoffs, eyes drifting to your gentle fingers caressing his skin. he had a particularity large gash on his arm, and you’d insisted on wrapping it up first.

- i mean how’d you get this scar, sanemi.

your eyes find his, gently smiling as a subtle reassurance you wouldn’t judge a man for preforming his duty— that you thought he was brave above all else, far from weak. his eyes widened ever so slightly.

you reach over the table to grab a tiny vile of iodine, pouring it onto a cotton swob as you awaited his reply.

- it scratched me, is all.

he spoke, voice a little lower then it previously was. sanemi didn’t flinch as the substance came into contact with his open wound, the sting a mere background sensation compared to the effect you had on him currently.

to be honest, you loved days like these, when he’d really show his soft side to you. notably on missions with other people, he would never have been this comfortable. he felt vulnerable— and you felt as though this side of him was mutually exclusive— private.

- i’m just glad you got back safe. again, sorry i wasn’t around this time.

sanemi slightly shakes his head, eyes glancing back down towards your hands. if anything, he preferred you to stay back and out of harm’s way. he hated the mere fact you were in the corps to begin with.

- no, don’t say that, you’re good.

a faint blush settled onto your cheeks at his words. you twist your body to reach over, half trying to simply grab the bandages, half trying to hide your face from how embarrassed you were getting. just how did he make you melt in an instant?

sanemi’s eyes kept glancing over towards your soft expression as you worked at his arm once more, concentrated on not applying to much pressure to the wound. gently wrapping bandages around the demon’s gash, the simple action was done with such care and tenderness that he couldn’t find himself to look away.

- so, should we head back tonight?

his words bring you out of this trace— pondering the question at hand. in truth, you two didn’t get side by side missions like this often. though each duty carried it’s burden and stress, you didn’t want this one to end.

- maybe we could stay another night in here, just to make sure everyone’s okay. we’ll move back at first light.

he had to stop himself from smirking. though it was clear you two had the same intensions— of resting together once more, nobody wanted to really admit it.

- yes ma’am

finishing up with his wound, no excuse could really hide your flushed state. you simply smile it off, fingertips turning cold as your hands leave his.

- could you flex it for me?

sanemi let’s out a tiny huff upon retracting his muscles. your gaze was lingering in his mind more than he’d like to admit— than he could admit. the bandages were still snug despite movement, meaning they’d be good for the night. he watches his own arm, admiring the work you’d done.

- perfect. does it feel alright?

you cock your head ever so slightly, eyes searching for any sign of discomfort in his.

- yeah. thanks’

a mutual silence sunk over the room. despite how you two were usually comfortable in times like this, an underlying tension pondered in the sky. each syllable muttered from the start of this conversation, hell, mission- felt suspenseful.

despite everything, his gaze felt primal. you had to act soon, to tease him, to encourage him to make a move.

you stand soon after, leaning over him. sanemi still sat upon his chair next to yours, looking up with an almost exited gaze. one hand snaking behind his head, you plant a gentle kiss onto his forehead.

a breath gets caught in the hashira’s throat. there was no chance this was just you being tender.

- rest well, sanemi. goodnight.

studying each scar— each blemish on his face was addicting. after pulling back, your hand grazes over his white locks for a second longer than needed. smiling, you take a step back, heading to your own room in the estate, silently praying he’d come visit.

as the door shut, he was swiftly left in his own room, still sat, mind running a million miles per hour. the gentle caress of your fingers still lingered on his arm, not to mention your kiss— your scent.

- fuck it.

sanemi stands quickly, shutting out the light in his room to go and find you.

[deadghosy]

“Patience”

SLYTHERIN OC X HUFFLEPUFF READER

Dynamic: reckless x nurse

Prompt: when the healer comes to the rescue or needs the rescue.

Warning: violence, blood mentions, fluff, and slight suggestive.

How in the hell are you supposed to tame a wild snake when all he does is get into trouble. Cleaning your boyfriend’s knuckles was not on your list for a relaxing evening. Christopher Locks, a Slytherin boy who had taken your heart back in 4th year was certainly sitting in front of you after he had gotten into a fight with a gryffindor. You were tired of these house rivalry as it just seemed dumb as hell. “Really Chris? Why can’t you ever just stop acting like a dimwit.” You said throwing the boys slightly big hands at his legs. Christopher tilted his head a little before smirking. “Why can’t I have my future spouse tend my wounds? I choose you over these bloody nurses in the hospital wing any day.” You only sighed once again feeling him pull you to his lap. “Chris.” You flicked his head which only earned a small laugh. “Im not a nurse..or even a specialized nurse at the fact.” Grabbing his hand again and dabbing the cotton swob with alcohol gently on the spilled knuckles. “Yeah but..” he says whilst his other hand resting on your thigh.

“Does it really matter love?” He looked up at you with those dangerously low eyes. You felt your breath get taken away by those green eyes of his. You look away from him and back onto his knuckles. “Other hand please.” You said holding out your own hand for the other you haven’t tended to yet. He lended you his hand with a smile as you quickly get to work. You were begging Helga Hufflpuff for patience as sometimes you didn’t have the patience to keep tending your lover. “I hate you…” “I love you too darling.”

It was now another "normal" day, or so you wish it was. Having a Slytherin boyfriend meant that some people would have problems about a hufflepuff and a Slytherin being together as a Slytherin is evils while a hufflepuff is an angel. Honestly you didn’t give a care in the world for people trying to trash talk your own relationship with your lover. Honestly Christopher is a lovely person after all. Protective, charming, funny sometimes, and very much a good lover. Hell, he had given you a promise ring that had your favorite gem in it. It was like you were swooning over him all over again. Your love sick thoughts were cut off by a student, a Gryffindor of kind to shoulder check you. “Ah, apologies—” “Ew. Aren’t you that hufflepuff dating Locks?” The gryffindor said with a disgusted face. Your face faltered into one of a frown and distaste. “Yes..I am.” You said eyeing the student.

“Yikes! I feel bad for you and your relationship. To even date a Slytherin might as well be foul to even imagine. Or maybe you’re foul yourself.” The student started to walk towards you, making you uncomfortable and back up. “Please back up—” the Gryffindor cuts you off, “I’m thinking that maybe you were forced into a relationship with that bloody snake. Maybe you are just blind and an imbecile to even see what’s in Locks.” You narrowed your eyes, as you opened your mouth to counter on what was said. Christopher came around the corner with a dark look. “There you are love..” he said with a dark tone. His eyes were sharp into the student that seemed to now back away from you. “Is this person bothering you?” He had now stepped in between you and the Gryffindor, Christopher already heard what had happened earlier. He just wanted to see if the problem needed to be solved. You looked between your boyfriend and the student, and nodded your head confirming his accusation.

He smirked at the student in front of him, making sure you stayed behind him before he started talking. “So mate, I see you’re starting trouble with my love.” He puts his hand on the student’s shoulder, gripping it to the point his defined hand was showing veins. “I shall say, if I see you messing with them again.” He leans against the person’s ear. “I’m breaking your face and wand.” His voice was low into their ear, gripping the shoulder with a deadly grip. The student made a sound of displeasure and it was enough to make Chris smile at that with a dark look. “Do I make myself clear?” Chris then punched the student’s stomach making the poor person kneel down and hold their stomach. Your eyes widen with a gasp. “Oh yeah..and that’s for calling them names you prick.” Chris grabbed your hand and walked away from the agnozing crowd that seemed to grow large at what happened.

You frowned, “that wasn’t necessary chris…” Christopher bit the inside of his cheek. “You know what isn’t necessary? That bastard making fun of you. Even calling you names love. And I will not stand for that.” He said looking at you, squeezing your hand as well. You sighed at this boy, “what am I gonna do with you..” you said walking side by side with him fully. “..you could give me a kiss.” You looked at him with a shocked face. Smacking his arm with your free hand he laughed. “Kidding, kidding..or am I?” He bellowed out a laugh for a second time as you let out a small giggle. You felt a little better getting out of that situation, and he knew it as well.

But sadly, it wasn’t the end of it.

Screams erupts the halls as you were walking with another hufflepuff, Elizabeth to class. You raised an eyebrow and Elizabeth squinted her eyes before screaming. “Omg! Isn’t that your boyfriend?!” Your own eyes widen as she pointed over to a crowd of students in a circle. You could only see two heads, one head was definitely Chris but the other wasn’t. “What?!” You yelled shocked, you started to run over there. Pushing through the crowd that’s when you see Christopher throwing a punch at the student you seen harassing you yesterday. Apparently the student didn’t learn their lesson from yesterday and had insulted you to Christopher’s face. “Cmon mate, throw a good one while at it!” Christopher said with a smirk, he gestured with his hand towards the student who whipped out their wand. Swiftly Christopher dodged a depulso spell, without hesitation the Slytherin boy whipped out his own wand and depulso the student away. The crowd ooh’s at this as the student was laid out on their arse, you looked at the student who seemed to have a slight bloodied face. Then you looked your Slytherin who had surprisingly clean knuckles, a little red on them. But clean.

“Christopher Locks!” Christopher looked at his beloved with a smile, showing off his sharp canines. “Ah, my dear badger. What brings you here love?” He was acting as if he didn’t throw that waste of time Gryffindor across the hall. You only narrowed your eyes as you walked up to him, he still kept a smile watching you closely. “…why must you cause mayhem everywhere you bloody go!” Christopher was going to answer before you grabbed him by the hood of his cloaks and drag him off from the crow that now surrounded the knocked out Gryffindor. “Love please slow down or else—” “I don’t give a rat’s arse! I worry about you too much for you to only start another fight?! What if you get suspended from the school?! I swore, you need patience to think before acting out.” You were obviously upset and it made the Slytherin frown.

The walk from away the crowd turned into him taking you to the Slytherin’s house. “Pureblood” he said as he let you walk in first and then him. You didn’t even look at him as he sighed. You had walked ahead of him, that was before he picked you up bridal style and took you to his room. “Hey! Put me down you idiot!” You tried to get out of his hold, but you knew if you did you would’ve busted your own behind on the floors. “Can’t, I gotta show you I’m sorry my love.” He opened the door with his hand and closed it with his foot. You only huffed when he set you down. You looked at him, eye to eye to see he had no expression before he leaned his head towards you.

“I’m sorry love..” his voice was low, slowly his hands grazed your waist. You pouted while his eyes were clearly onto your lips. He dipped his head lower capturing your lips perfectly onto his own. Your eyes widen before relaxing, wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckled into the kiss. The kiss was passionate before turning sinister. He bit your lower lip asking for permission, and you clearly gave him it as he pushed you against the bed. Claiming dominance over you. Your hands gripped his back as he pushed back and licked his lips. “You drive me fuckin' crazy angel…” he said with a low growl. Before he could even say anything else mattheo came in, ruining the moment. You and Chris looked at the door, your face showing clear embarrassment as Christopher was nonchalant. Poor mattheo only saw a hufflepuff looking flustered with bruised lips from kissing, and his housemate that had disheveled hair and a cloak that seemed to drift off of Christopher’s shoulder.

“Yep I’m gone.” The riddle brother said, closing the door quickly. Chris only shrugged and kissed your lips one more before sitting on the bed beside his darling. “Think he’s gonna tell the others?” You said to the Slytherin boy next to you. Chris only shrugged again, slithering his hand to hold yours. “The others wouldn’t care that I’m dating a lovely badger like you my dear.” Chris showed a soft smile, his low eyes showing protectiveness. You giggled squeezing his hand happily. “Awww.. you’re so cute when you’re sweet” Christopher immediately jokingly gagged when you called him sweet but he held a smile on his face. “Cmon now love, you know I can’t ever be mean to you.” He says leaning his face down to yours to give you a small peck. After that the rest of the day and night was trouble free. He knew he had to learn patience just like you.

[zaptap]

took me less time to 100% the remake than i played in my original file not doing that (i had 87/124 tattles, 80/85 badges, 80/100 star pieces, 6/57 recipes, only reached floor 50 of the pit and didn't do swob's trouble presumably because i forgot to talk to him before going there)

[wanderin-cowboy]

Snippets from Chapter 12 of “Meet Me On The Strange Trails”, Planning and Plotting and Talking and Forgiving

(Yes, its finally posted!)

1. "Perfect! That looks good. Now I'll just comb your hair quick." Ford said, doing just that. Jimmy looked taken aback as Ford examined the comb, nodded, and used the tweezers to place the hair in one plastic bag, setting it aside. The final test simply involved swobbing Jimmy's mouth, the swob being put in the second plastic bag afterward. Once everything was packed away, Ford placed his hands behind his back, face solemn.

"What's the first thing that comes to mind when you think of forks?"

2. "Wouldn't it be easier to have Rico come to us? Set up a trap here?" Nolan asked. Stan shook his head.

"Easier, maybe, but a whole lot more dangerous. Rule number one when dealin' with a guy like Rico is to never let 'em get too close. In the cabin, it's cramped. Too many places to get stuck with a wall at your back."

3. "I ain't fuckin' psychic, Ford. But–" Stan studied Jimmy's face and body language. "Yeah. He's tellin' the truth."

4. "Can we talk?" Jimmy asked. Fuck. Stan swallowed thickly and nodded. This was gonna happen eventually, wasn't it? Best to get it over with fast, like ripping off a bandaid or whatever. They sat back down with a pregnant pause. When they finally spoke, it was at the exact same time.

"I'm sorry–"

[oshimaoshimaoshima]

Me trying to not show my inner demon cuz 20 minutes ago someone insult my precious handsome utsukushi male wife so cute Jouno and said his face is ugly (they are right tbh) but also 10 minutes ago I watched bsd S5 episode 5 and get to see my soul piercing (literally) scrawny legend king baby girl the chick of the relationship malewife girl boyfriend submissive hubby wubby crusty candy cane hair stankey Wankey taking a napey on his big juices literally see through squishable suckable thighs loml my sunlight source my will to live like literally he’s my will to live cuz if I didn’t know about him I’d be a bunch of ashes stored in an ugly vase with my misspelled name on it my fucking coping mechanism the only think close to feeling what it’s like to be loved romantically the happiness for my sorrowful sorry pathetic ass my so much potential boy baby girl 2.0 oppa saranghae sugar booger cotton swob cummy gummy homemade ice cream not from cow feetsy weetsy fart smella cat boy femboy boy friend husband sneaky link sugar baby daddy soulmate meant to be each other so hot I’m literally melting big cock would suck I love him I’m sorry you got to see this pretty non existent blind eyes my boy my world pretty fabulous show stopping mouth watering worth tearing out my organs for and eye catching baby girl male wife Jouno.

[vintagepresley]

You just gotta swob your mouth, elvis. *he smiles slightly*

john carpenter

*she folds her arms, wanting this to be over.*

[zimisnotdrifting]

does swap ron tease swap bob about being short.....

(i wouldve asked something better but my question was already done CURSES)

oh yeah and is there any significance to the sweater did bob get it from anyone or does he just like dressing like a NERD /lh /pos

1. Swap Ron ABSOLUTELY teases Swob about being short. Especiallynnow that theure *even shorter* than they were as a human.

2. This is just Bob's fashion sense. Originally (getting off swap au for aoment) I was gonna have him wear a Grey hoodie and black pants (with the bandanna still?? Thats a lotta neck stuff, bro). But when starting the blog up I thought "wow that's so boring" and gave him a sweatervest. Now he's slaying.

[austinwehaveaproblem]

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[valkyries-things]

SWOB SJAARDA // NOBLEWOMAN

“She was a West Frisian noble who, in 1475, became a widow with the responsibility of a castle. This was a period of conflicts between different noble clans in the Netherlands, and her castle was sieged by Skerne Wybe in 1481. According to legend, she took Wybe hostage by breaking her word, after which she exchanged him for her brother Tjaard Grioestera. Her act in 1481 made her a metaphor for betrayal in the Netherlands: the expression Swob, became a way of saying that someone was not to be trusted.”

[helmerichpayne]

MODELING OF AXIAL ROTARY DRILLING DYNAMICS AS A STEP TOWARDS DRILLING AUTOMATION

Analysis of low frequency axial drilling dynamics from block velocity input to surface weight on bit (SWOB) or differential pressure outputs, shows significant regional variation. This range in dynamics poses a robustness challenge for automated drilling control systems. Many factors influence drilling dynamics such as pipe stiffness, mud properties, tortuosity, friction, bit design, and BHA geometry.

A simple analytic model representing axial drilling dynamics is described and compared to a finite element drilling model and to drilling data. The analytic model shows that axial drilling dynamics may be represented by a first-order transfer function with a time constant dependent on axial stiffness and drillabillity. Reach out to us here for the full tech paper: https://www.helmerichpayne.com/resources/technical-publications/modeling-of-axial-rotary-drilling-dynamics-as-a-step-towards-drilling-automation or contact us here: https://www.helmerichpayne.com/contact.

[flipjapanguide]

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[kiselan]

Cleaner with an assistant

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