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aurosoulart · 1 year

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I don't know anything about Beam Saber but please infodump about your dolphin

FINALLY ANSWERING THIS BECAUSE I HAVE THE ENERGY LETS GOOOOO. I uh.... am Really Into this character rn and actually properly infodumped here so it's under a readmore 🐬🐬🐬

ok so Sunlith is a second-generation uplifted bottlenose dolphin. that means that his parents were born in Ocean (the cetacean name for Earth), but they pursued the Uplift process, which changes parts of cetacean biology to make them more suited to life on land/in space/with humans/etc. (I can go into detail about what actually happens during Uplift but that would be its own post. 👀)

anyways! his parents went to space and Sunlith was born among a nomad fleet of stardrifters (another dolphin word for spaceship) in the outer solar system.

uplifted dolphins make up less than 1% of the Sol Union (the name for all space-faring beings from the Sol system), but they still have all the same rights and freedoms as humans... and particularly ambitious dolphins can make a killing as mineral extractors in the asteroid belt due to their exceptional piloting abilities. (cetaceans are naturals at maneuvering in low/no gravity 360 dregree space)

this was the profession of Sunlith's birth pod, meaning he grew up with the finest education available. this education allowed him to get into the Europan piloting division, which is especially sought after by cetaceans due to the fact that the best anti-grav exopods (mobility devices worn by cetaceans) come from Europan technology.

Sunlith wanted to go to Europa for a couple reasons: as a second-gen uplift, he's behind his peers in terms of fitting in with humans and other more culturally-adapted cetaceans. he uses traditional cetacean terms like 'maker' for humans and 'many-arms' for cephalopods (his favorite area of study.) basically, he's socially awkward and just wants to study tentacled creatures all day.

Europa is the only other planet in the solar system with native life forms - and they're possibly intelligent! they're called Nautilids and are convergently evolved with Ocean nautilus. by getting accepted as a frame pilot on Europa, Sunlith could both study his favorite organisms AND gain cultural prestige.

there was only one catch - the work on Europa is (you guessed it) mineral extraction! all Europan tech utilizes Europite, a rare metal only occurring on its namesake, for its coveted anti-gravity properties. the Nautilids on Europa are protected, but these protections are only enforced under a trade agreement with a hyper-advanced alien species called the Ouro. these aliens provide funding and equipment for non-invasive mining techniques in return for a cut of the Europite.

this finally brings us to the reason this is a Beam Saber campaign in a war setting: the Ouro are threatening embargo with the Sol Union because they want access to the human-inhabited extra-solar planet of Terra Brea, and these humans refuse to relocate. embargo would not only see Nautilid protections stripped away, but also a massive reversal of technological progress across the entire solar system.

and this is why Sunlith Joins The Peacekeepers (AKA the war. there is not much peace happening)... or, it's one of the reasons anyways. the population of Terra Brea is a religious sect called the Clusterists, a xenophobic group who don't take too kindly to dolphins. so that's also part of it. the Clusterists have their own stuff going on, the war is extremely unpopular, and it's messy and complicated!

I've REALLY been enjoying developing not only all the space-faring cetacean worldbuilding aspects of this universe, but also the whole fallout of an idealistic dolphin trying to fight for a cause he believes in only to discover that War Is Hell. he's VERY useful as a soldier because dolphins have higher psychic ability than humans, and he's used as a lie detector. his frame (mech) is also huge and has advanced shielding, since it was originally used for mining, moving ice sheets, and protecting Nautilids from harm.

to wrap up: Sunlith is very good at what's being asked of him. his call sign is 'Loyal' because of how his teammates view him as an order-following machine, but as he learns about human culture he's starting to hate his life more and more... but he still just wants to protect his little* squid friends and is experiencing extreme moral crisis.

will he succeed in any of his goals?! who knows!! but I'm excited to find out.

*they are not little at all actually. their shells are the size of ferris wheels and their tentacles extend like 100ft

#auropost #sunlith #beam saber #my brain right now: FULL OF DOLPHINS 🐬🐬🐬🐬🐬#thank u so much for this ask #PLEASE anyone else feel free to ask me questions about any of this #some things i will not be able to say cuz it's spoilers #but there are SO many non spoiler things i can talk about regarding sci fi dolphins and their intricate cultural adaptations #like about how different species adapted to human society differently!#and about how different cetacean religions were brought into space!#or about how inter-species sol union spaceships are designed!!!#and different exopod designs for different cetacean species fhdskghsk #it's been YEARS since i've had this much creative energy and it feels SO good to actually MAKE something again #as opposed to making stuff for other people since that's my job #however now i can use my job as an excuse to make 3d character designs for all of this #so i am just going full tilt into it and i am SO excited about it #atyk

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ameagrice · 1 year

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Young Years

chapter three | not so bad after all

THE LAST OF US

tommy miller x fem reader

There’s a quiet in the morning, when Freddie still sleeps, giving you time where you can sit and think. Morning sun streams into the living room, and sitting in it warms you right to the bones.

Two days had passed since the movie night in town, and it was energising in a way you’d been missing since 2003. You’d dragged yourself out of bed this morning and forced yourself into the shower while Freddie slept. Standing in the bare bathroom in just a towel, brushing your teeth with the shitty toothbrush from back home, you took notice of the bare walls, and the dusty extractor fan. And something lit inside of you that hadn’t been lit for a while.

You let Freddie wake up while you got ready for the day in some random clothes stored in old bin bags up in the tiny attic space. Maybe the previous owners thought they’d be coming home, so they put them up there for safe storage. Whatever the reason, you thanked them, because despite the slight musty smell, they were all in amazing condition. Four full bags sat waiting for you, of men’s outfits (which you threw right to the back), women’s clothes (which took up two bags and was promptly dropped down to the ground at the bottom of the ladder) and a bag of boy’s clothes, just a bit too big in length for Freddie but also in good condition. You felt almost silly for smiling like you’d won the lottery as you sifted through them. The women’s pants were a size too big in width, but decent in length, so you felt they’d do. There were jackets in bright colours you hadn’t seen for years, and ohmygodohmygod were they Levi’s? You turned the shorts around and looked over the brown stitched square on the waistband of them—definitely Levi’s.

You looked up, putting the shorts down in your lap at the sight of your son rubbing his eyes sleepily in the doorway, just in the light of the sun.

“Good morning,” you smiled, and your heart almost burst when he smiled cutely back. You put the clothes to one side and stood up, a prep in your step that you were fond of, and scooped him up, your back complaining under the weight of him on your hip. Some might have said he was getting too big to be carried around, now. Hell, your bones were shouting it at you. But you’d never get these years back.

“What can we have breakfast?” You sighed, setting him on the counter.

“Hmmmm,” he thought. “Toast?”

You clicked your tongue, reaching for the bread bin. “That is a good choice, little man.”

There wasn’t much in the small kitchen but a couple of things your new neighbours had brought over. The morning after the movie night, just as the kids on the street were heading to school, you’d had a couple of light knocks at your door. Mindful of Freddie still sleeping, you’d unlocked and opened it quietly, smiling politely but wondering what the hell this stout, red-cheeked woman was doing on your step.

“Good morning!” She beamed, and you tried to keep yours. Too early for this kind of joy. Her dark, short curls were tied in a large bun at the top of her head, and she still wore a bright orange dressing gown that reached her slippered feet. “I’m Pam, nice to meet you!”

Pam had a very distinct Brooklyn accent, and dull-blue eyes. She gave you the feeling of a nanna who just wanted to smother her children and grandchildren in hugs and kisses and feed them until they were fat.

You told her your name in return. “Can I help you with anything?” You shook your head a little, watching for her reaction.

Pam shook the wide wicker basket you hadn’t notice she held. “Noticed one of the girls from patrol brought you here the other day. We didn’t see you at all until last night in the hall, remember? So I got to thinkin’, ‘Pam, this woman needs a friend and some good food’. Didn’t figure you’d got a moment to go get anything yet. So I put together a little package for you, sweetie.”

“That’s…that’s really thoughtful,” you sighed gently, in some sort of relaxing state. “Thank you.”

Pam all but shoved it into your hands. “Now, we live just next door, see?” She gestured to the house on your left. “You’re welcome any time you like. My girls have just left for school so I’ve got a bit of cleaning to do, and dear lord I gotta get cooking brisket. I got some brisket last week…”

You hadn’t been able to get rid of her.

“Toast and jam coming right up,” you popped the button, and Freddie cheered. “You know what we’re gonna do today?”

“What?”

You started spreading the jam from the small pot. “We’re going to get some paint.”

“Paint?” Freddie looked incredibly confused. “What for?”

—

Alongside the many other surprising things this town had, a hardware store was one of them. Trying to avoid a lot of talk, now you knew people had noticed you, you took a small box paintbrushes, and two lots of teal paint.

“What do you think?” You looked at the colour swatches in front of the tins. “Teal or darker?”

“Teal!”

Which was how you ended up standing on the toilet seat, paintbrush up to the ceiling, carefully outlining the edges. Freddie was chattering away in the living room accompanied by the box of toys you’d taken in there for him to play with. It wasn’t very hard to keep him occupied these days. The poor kid hadn’t had many toys at all growing up; you simply hadn’t had the resources.

Arizona.

A complete and total lie. The month of hiking from Virginia to Wyoming had almost killed you. Literally. Between the days of not eating to feed your kid instead, and the constant fight against the elements and infected, you were sure many a time that you’d made the wrong decision.

You hadn’t wanted to tell anyone yet where you’d really come from, too afraid to let people know what you were really about. Life back in Virginia had been a different world to this life in Wyoming, this centre of bliss. Between Freddie’s father running off at the first mention of parenthood, and your constant struggle from then onward, life was a fight you’d learned to navigate your own way.

Having arrived here, seeing just what you’d paid information and trader for, was like the world finally giving back. It had taken your youth. It had taken your freedom and happiness for a long, long time. But through all of your efforts of surviving motherhood alone, trying to survive in a place that didn’t want you to…it was overwhelming and a great relief to know it finally wasn’t all for nothing.

You added another splash of colour to your walls.

To your life.

—

By week three, you grew antsy.

And you knew just the person to go to.

“Hey there!” Pam threw up her hands, beaming. She stepped back, and you could smell the beautiful smell of—was that actual duck? “Come in, come in! I’ve just started cooking!”

Freddie clung onto your hand, pressing in your side as you entered the house. You’d never seen a fuller place.

“It smells amazing in here,” you commented. Books were stacked from floor to ceiling next to a full bookshelf, and photographs filled pretty much every space on every wall in sight. “Duck?”

“It is, indeed!” Pam bustled through the hallway. The layout was similar to your own house. “Want some? We got plenty to go around.”

What harm could it do to say yes?

“Uh, that’d be great, actually. Thank you.”

She waved her hand, ushering you into the kitchen. “Oh, you don’t need to thank me, sweetie. Got more than enough for everyone here. And who might this little guy be?”

You smiled, looking down at Freddie. He smiled shyly. “This is my boy, Freddie. You gonna say hi?”

“Hi,” he muttered, hiding his face in your jacket straight after.

You laughed with Pam at his shyness.

“Waiting on the girls to come back from school, and the husband’s still at the bar with Tommy, but you’re welcome to make yourself at home.”

“Tommy?” That caught your attention. Pam hummed, opening the oven and pulling out the tray of duck. “Tommy Miller?”

“Yeah. You met him yet?”

“I have, actually, the first night I actually tried to socialise. Saved me from a pretty unfortunate incident with some guy who couldn’t take a hint,” you huffed a laugh.

Pam groaned. “Ugh—hate guys like that.”

“Tell me about it.”

A best of silence fell over you, and determined to keep the evening light (and to make it seem like you definitely weren’t struggling for things to say) you said the first thing that popped into your head.

“So,” you watched as Freddie left your side warily, and began walking his diplodocus dinosaur up and down the kitchen table. “How long have you guys been here?”

“Oh, about two years, now, give or take,” Pam nodded. “Group of us found this place pretty much deserted back in early 2014. It looked pretty much intact—” she lowered her voice, looking from yourself to your son, “infected didn’t seem to come out this far. So we got it cleaned up as best we could, then started on building the fences to surround the place. And now you’re seeing the rest of our efforts. Gates, stronger walls, our little community. It all works out well, I’d say.”

And it did. The concept of not having to fight like hell to get something you needed still felt a little strange to you—everything here, Maria explained in your first week, was free game, shared between the people who inhabited the community. It was a wonderful idea, but you wondered how long it could last, and more importantly, if it would.

“You mentioned your girls going to school?”

Pam hummed, stirring something on the stove. “It’s a big enough place. Only got a couple’a teachers but it’s better than nothing. You thinkin’ of sending the little one?”

Your heart raced every time you thought of leaving Freddie somewhere you wouldn’t be, but you knew this was important for him. He was five, now. And needed desperately to be around kids his own age, learning about life as normally as possible.

“I was.” You nodded. As if sensing you wanted to talk more about it, Pam nodded you over, and you stood with your hands in your pockets as you talked. Weirdly, you almost felt seventeen again, standing and talking with your mother as she cooked. It hurt. Bad. “I’m worried about leaving him. He’s never been away from me a second in his life, Pam. Ever.”

She pursed her lips, but her eyes weren’t without sympathy. She put down the wooden spoon on the side, and folded her arms to look at you. You were taller than her, a good two heads at least, but she gave the feeling of somebody who knew what they were talking about—a mother and a woman with life experience and a kind but firm heart.

“That place, the school, is well protected. This whole community is protected day and night by people who have the same worries as you and I, darling.” She sighed, and you felt yourself frowning. “I’m not saying it won’t be hard. Every time my husband and children walk out the front door, it is a constant struggle to not chase after them and pull them back. But we’re all here, every one of us in this community, for the same reason; to get some semblance of life back. If it makes you feel better, could talk to Maria about picking up some sort of duty around the place to keep your mind off of things. But the first step to living properly again is by letting that little boy take steps on his own, mama.”

—

“I need something to do.”

Maria lifted her eyes from her bowl of cereal. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” you hurried. Freddie clung to you half-asleep, arms around your neck loosely. “I need something to do.”

“Are you wearing Levi’s?” Her mouth gaped, eying your jeans. “What d’you mean you need something to do? We do meetings and yoga—”

“I’m not going to yoga, Maria,” you huffed. The older woman snickered. “I need a job. Give me something to do.”

“Well, what are you interested in doing?”

You faltered. What were you interested in doing? It was hard to think of things you were good at when you hadn’t had the opportunity to explore in the last decade. Back in high school, at the ripe age of sixteen before things turned to shit, you’d enjoyed sitting in art class drawing aimless patterns, or twirling watered-down paint over the back of your hand with a fine brush.

“Got anything to do with art around here?”

“Not really. There’s a small hardware store that sells paints and decor things, but other than that…”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. “What about…what about...” you thought hard. You wanted stability and safety, and there were people who guarded the place…

“What about patrol?”

Maria’s face tightened. “Are you sure? We have a rota for who does what time, but…” her eyes moved to Freddie. “Are you sure you want to try that? I mean, it’s your choice, but there’s a lot of going out into Jackson itself, might come across raiders or infected. Anything could happen.”

If it fit around what you hoped would be a stable event in your son’s life, it would have to do.

This chapter is such a filler omg.

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cemeterything · 1 year

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Name: Jude

Pronouns: She/Her

Appearance: Tall; wavy blonde shoulder length hair; deceptively soft but powerful figure; wide, round, slightly 'crazy' dark brown eyes; callused hands with knuckle scars and ragged fingernails she tries to hide with bitten, chipped polish; a general air of precarious togetherness, like a jenga tower tilting on a single support beam.

Jude is one of my ocs for a noir thriller concept based in the universe of the film Inception. She's the 'femme fatale' character, though that's a front she puts up and not remotely close to her true nature.

Jude is the only child of a freelance dream thief who, despite his skill in the field, eventually failed one of his employers and was disposed of by having his apartment broken into, being viciously beaten in front of his teenage daughter, and dragged away once he fell unconscious. Jude never saw him again; although she's pretty convinced he's dead, she still secretly harbors hope that she might find him again and clings to this.

Jude (whose real name isn't Jude - Jude is a code name she uses within the dream to avoid being compromised in reality) was being taught by her dad how to navigate and steal from people's dreams. When the enforcers hired by the corporation to deal with her father discovered her, they took Jude to their employers to decide what to do with her. Jude's father's employer, in a surprising show of sentimentality, decided to take Jude under his wing and have her be taught by his best and brightest. It was a poisoned 'gift', however - Jude grew up knowing that her father's fate could be her own if she failed the people who had taken her in, and that she had no other options due to her father's criminal status, the power and influence of her employer, and that her employment was more to spite her father's memory by binding her loyalty to the same people who took his life from him.

Jude has learned how to conduct herself in dreams in order to minimize the dreamer's subconscious' awareness of their subconscious being invaded, using all of her assets both mental and physical to persuade people to give her key information that will help the extractors (including she herself) steal what they came for. She appears very professional and projects a cool, unflappable persona, but it's a thin and fragile veneer that is easily shattered if things don't go according to plan. The 'real' Jude is a frightened, neurotic young woman who is desperate for attention in any form due to her traumatic childhood and lack of meaningful relationships in reality. She's self aware enough to know that she can't afford to show people how insecure and terrified she actually is, but struggles to mask it, choosing to lean into people's expectations by playing into a persona that also functions as a coping mechanism. She can have attention without true vulnerability, connection without any hope of reciprocation.

The only person who can easily see through Jude is another oc, November, who Jude is intrigued by and secretly fond of despite how passionate rivals they are in the field, but who she's afraid to get close to in case she places Nova in danger or she herself is compromised due to their conflicting allegiances.

#ask game #oc ask game #sorry these are taking a million years due to my agonies (adult with a job)

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melishade · 2 years

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So, I’ve been a Transformers Prime fan for...years. I started watching the show before the season 1 finale came out. But I did watch it out of order. I started with episode 13. The one where Optimus got sick with Cybonic Plague.

Besides that, my favorite episode out of the entire Transformers Prime franchise is Flying Mind, because of just how fucking bonkers it is. I watched this show on the Hub, BTW, so I made an effort to watch it on a weekly basis when I came home from school. The rollercoaster that episode was.

It starts off with the Nemesis (Megatron’s ship aka Trypticon) crash landing after Bulkhead destroyed the engine to escape the ship, which he ended up on by accident, and this was after the two failed assassination attempts on Megatron’s life. So, Megatron, being Megatron, puts dark energon in the ship to repair it, and it works. Optimus and the others try to use the spark extractor to kill Megatron, but they get hit with a stasis beam. You think that the Autobots are done for!

But then the ship moves away. It disobeys commands typed into the system. It electrocutes and kills a vehicon. The Decepticons are floored, and then the SHIP FUCKING SPEAKS!!!!!!

(Full disclosure. At that time I wasn’t aware of the Aligned continuities. So I didn’t know that the Nemesis was actually the corpse of a Decepticon called Trypticon. So when the ship spoke, I was literally WTF.)

So Megatron does his spiel or whatever, and then Soundwave goes down-! SOUNDWAVE GOES DOWN! The ship murks Soundwave! Do you know how hard it is to murk Soundwave?! Are you serious?! What is everyone else going to do?!

Meanwhile, Ratchet and the kids are trying to help the Autobots, and the kids MAKE THE SUGGESTION TO CALL MEGATRON AND ASK WHAT’S GOING ON! Because what else are they supposed to do?! The ship ends up speaking, saying it wants to collect Iacon Relics, even though it doesn’t specify why. The kids and Fowler think it’s a good idea to go on the ship and get the Iacon database because the ship can’t see them.

As they’re doing that, the ship is going to destroy Manhattan to get a relic, so now they gotta save a city! And it’s three teens fighting a ship because Agent Fowler got knocked out again! And the humans win! And now it’s a race against the clock to get the four Iacon relics decoded by the ship in the next four episodes!

Like this episode was so batshit, that it cemented itself as my favorite!

#tfp #transformers prime #flying mind #optimus prime #megatron #soundwave #ratchet #nemesis #trypticon

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estellardreams · 3 months

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Nox finished constructing his aircraft, neatly setting the shard inside its holder. He turned it on and leapt inside, figuring out how to generate a portal just like how he envisioned.

He flew through the gateway, finding himself in a purple crystalline void.

"Woah..." He stopped the aircraft to scribble down his notes, only for a shard to slam into him. He yelped, turning the aircraft back on and flying around the debris.

"Oh, geez... That was a bad idea..." He muttered, flying around.

A purple glimmer on the side caught his eye. He began to fly over to it, entering through the gateway and landing safely. He got out with his pencil and notebook, his eyes gleaming at such an open space.

"Ooh! This'll be perfect!" he said.

It didn't take long, either. He got the shard into a new base of operations, with its own unique generator. He managed to construct an extractor in the form of gloves, putting them on and drawing magic from the shard. He zapped it into some beams of purple crystal, generating the fragments to start a garden.

He took on more power, taking it outside and zapping the ground, letting a crystalline house grow itself outside. He breathed, smiling with joy as he entered.

Fully refurbished, too. That's a neat bonus.

"Yes yes yes! Hahaha! This is perfect!"

#sonic #sonic au #text post #niko prime #agoraphobia au #sonic prime

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bluebunnyears-08 · 1 year

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Mr. Archive Guy, back again with another writing prompt idea!

This basic idea’s kind of simple, but all things considered, I think it’s one you’ll get a REAL kick out of writing, Bluebunnyears.

I call it: “See Ya, Buddy.”

So it’s that fateful moment in Episode 2 where Sonic is about to be killed by the Chaos Council’s machine. The hedgehog looks over sadly at Nine and says what could’ve been his real last words: “See Ya, Buddy.”

What I’d like you to write is Nine’s POV narrative of THAT MOMENT. What specific feelings came into Nine’s heart when he thought Sonic was about to be killed? What specific thoughts played through his mind when Sonic the Hedgehog’s presence in his life took on a whole new level of significance and worth? (And don't be afraid to go into detail!)

Narrating that part of Episode 2 entirely from Nine’s POV, start from a point shortly before Sonic says the words “See You, Buddy”, and end at the point where Nine frees Sonic and says, “Okay, hedgehog, you’re up!”

Have fun! (As always, I’m really looking forward to seeing this one on “Archive Of Our Own!”)

Hello again! I've actually been wanting to see what Nine's perspective of this was, and I have a couple of ideas in my head.

And thank you! I will have fun!

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This was it.

It was over for both of them. Nine's shackles felt heavier at the thought, and he could practically feel the electricity from the stun guns latch onto his fur and bring more pain. But he was more focused on the struggling blue hedgehog in front of him, held by electric pulses of shackles of his own, the red beam of the energy extractor getting closer and closer.

Sonic was beginning to panic even more as it did so, having been rudely cut off by those monsters. The machine was getting closer, ready to cut the urchin's life short just to give more power to cruel dictators, and Nine couldn't look away.

He didn't know why, this was an awful thing, nobody would want to watch someone die like that, but he couldn't look away even knowing that it was a twisted curiosity of his own and a sense of hypnosis, one he couldn't break.

The hedgehog was going on and on about his "friends", thanking random people, but it didn't matter to the dictators.

They just wanted power.

The beam was set up now, and Sonic's face fell with dread, and Nine felt a strange feeling wash over him. Something uncomfortable and somewhat panicked and sad, something he didn't know what to call it.

Guilt? He had nothing to be guilty about, they were captured because the blue idiot decided to go out from cover. And he didn't have any reason to be ashamed.

Maybe it was fear, not for the hedgehog, he hardly knew him, but it was that he was going to be next on the chopping block.

Sonic suddenly turned to him, eyes filled with panic and sadness, but also some kind of concern.

That's when the blue blur spoke his true last words, words Nine never expected.

Words Nine never thought he'd ever hear.

"See ya, buddy."

And everything went in slow motion.

Nine felt that horrible feeling come over tenfold, his jaw-dropping. That wasn't what he was expecting. He was expecting pleas for help or mercy, not a silent admission of his incoming death alongside such an affectionate term.

'Buddy'

Nobody's ever called him that before. Nobody's ever treated him with such kindness before. Nobody's ever touched him with a caring and soft touch, it was more kicks, hits, and pulling. Nobody's ever looked at him with anything other than disgust or unexplained hate.

No...

This hedgehog told him of another life he could've had.

No...

This hedgehog gave him warmth and care, things he craved more than anything. Who can give him that, now it was going to end?

No!

There was a sudden movement, and the extractor was quickly turned away. Nine felt a sense of relief, looking up to see one of the resistance leaders, a bat.

The Council and hunk of metal were distracted by the fight, so Nine took his chance. He got to the computer and put his skills to the easy test, getting those cuffs off.

His eye caught the sight of the now rolling wheel that the hedgehog was stuck in, so he directed his attention to freeing the now dazed hedgehog.

Once he did, he called out to the urchin now trying to stand.

"Okay hedgehog, you're up!"

#more sonic prime!#ask response #story prompt #writing prompt #nine the fox #tails nine #sonic prime #sonic the hedgehog #character exploration #thank you for the ask

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rocketkart95 · 6 months

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Current Satisfactory build! Long post

Currently 216 hours with a bunch of mods enabled. This is my main distribution hub for nuclear energy. Closest to the camera is battery drone that imports in and distributes to the other 5 drone ports. Silica, Electromagnetic Control Rods, Quickwire, Sulfur, and Encased Beam all made offsite. The 3 generators in the background run in tandem with the additional 6 in an outpost north.

All my storage systems have a sign reading how much is in it and an alarm if it gets too low. I used wiremod for all the signaling. This particular container also has a bool output to disable fuel rod production to lower radiation.

Small battery backup in the case I'm not paying attention to power metrics, lest my interconnected system go dark (againx45) At some point I'll have a seperate battery bank just for water extractors and associated pipeline pumps on an SR latch (god forbid I have to dry start this whole thing)

Stage one waste processing for all 9 reactors (with more on the way)

Stage 2 waste processing right under it with drone bank 2 behind bringing all the necessary components for waste processing and fuel rod distribution

Pics from Nuclear outpost 1

The catwalk above the manifolds

The manifolds themselves

Storage with logic loop preventing more fuel rods from being delivered without stopping waste delivery. Built in alarm to warn me if rods are low or waste is high

These are just 2 of 40 bases I have

#clover writes #me #satisfactory

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bhaumik22 · 1 year

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The SLTL Group is a renowned manufacturer of sheet metal laser cutting machines With their expertise and cutting-edge technology, they offer a wide range of machines suitable for various applications. Their machines are designed to provide efficient and precise cutting solutions for sheet metal fabrication.

The SLTL Group's sheet metal laser cutting machines come with power options ranging from 1.5 kW to 10 kW, allowing customers to choose the right power capacity for their specific cutting needs. These machines feature advanced features such as fume suction systems and filtered fume extractors, ensuring a clean and safe working environment by effectively removing fumes generated during the cutting process.

To enhance productivity, SLTL Group machines are equipped with a pallet changer, enabling quick and automated material handling. The tube cutting mechanism expands the versatility of the machines, allowing for precise cutting of tubes and pipes.

Safety is a top priority, and SLTL Group machines feature a Class 1 enclosure and a light curtain. The enclosure ensures the laser cutting process is contained, minimizing the risk of exposure to laser radiation, while the light curtain detects obstructions and triggers safety measures to prevent accidents.

Additionally, SLTL Group machines are equipped with an auto focus cutting head, enabling automatic adjustment of the laser beam focus for optimal cutting conditions. This results in consistent and precise cuts.

Overall, SLTL Group's sheet metal laser cutting machines combine cutting-edge technology, safety features, and efficient performance to meet the diverse needs of sheet metal fabrication.

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reallygrossstuff · 1 year

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Hypnovember Day 5 - Sci Fi / Machines

Sorry for the further delay, things came up yesterday. Promise I’ll get back in gear soon, because I genuinely do intend for this not to extend outside of November.

The idea for this actually comes from another story I want to write about these sorts of gigafat sizes, so hopefully soon you’ll see some more about it. For now, please enjoy this!

Not many people thought much about the Dyson sphere beaming power down to Earth for them. As visible as Venus in the right conditions, it was easy to overlook, especially as it had never deviated or failed in its purpose since first coming on line. People couldn’t be faulted for savouring the consistency.

And from such a distance, it was hard to see what went on there, anyway. One would need a telescope to see the faintest flecks of red across the structure’s surface, an electronic magnifier to discern them as an intentional pattern of trailing lines along the largest of the support struts.

And one would have to be within transmission distance to see the sphere’s true purpose.

Larger than the moon but not quite as big as the Earth itself, the sphere was a true megastructure. It was a latticework of metal struts, some as thin as a finger, some wide enough to fit whole towns on their surface. Support structures perched on the struts, communication arrays and power extractors and drone bays, all in service of the mass the sphere had been built around.

The person, in fact.

On first look, the only human feature of the shape within the sphere was its colour - a pale flesh-tone disrupted by heavy dimpling and piling of the slowly-rotating shape. It seemed so round, so devoid of anatomy, that it was difficult to perceive of it being a person at all. But a creative mind could put the pieces together slowly - the large crater on its lopsided surface could, in theory, be a deep navel, and the four domed protrusions could be the ends of once-mobile limbs, the small crevasse ending each one containing the buried appendage ending it.

By this logic, one could correctly assume the final protrusion, surrounded by tubes and wires and blocky machines, to be the head of the thing. And this was where the Dyson sphere’s supervisor spent the most time.

Dirk’s head - for that was who had been pushed into the role - was larger than some city blocks, and rose almost as high. His mouth was held open by the weight of his huge cheeks, drool puddling in the crevasses of his chins and necks. His face was smeared with messily-fed food, various sauces and mixtures daubed at the corners of his mouth in multiple layers.

His vision out of the cavern of his face was heavily restricted, first by his own fat and then by the numerous machines swarming around him. Some drones towed the nozzles of thick tubes to vary his feeding, while others transported large mouthfuls of sweet and greasy food in turn to be weakly chewed and desperately swallowed.

The largest part of the swarm by far, though, were the drones with screens. Hundreds of them moving in impossible-to-track formations, forming a blurring wall of colour that blocked out all but the most fleeting glimpses of space. They made Dirk’s eyes water, made him moan and whimper as they blotted out all thought, but there was no escape. Even letting his eyes fall closed only caused more drones to swarm in, controlling his blinking so he lost even the illusion of choice in the matter.

The screens bored into his brain, driving out all thought, until all he could focus on was his own sheer size and the amount of food needed to maintain it. Eat, they seemed to implore, eat and drink and never stop and maybe you’ll get even bigger, and for all that he knew that shouldn’t be desirable, it just seemed so straightforward in those moments.

So he ate, and drank, and did indeed get bigger. A planetoid in his own right, his immense bulk leading to even more immense quantities of god-tier energy to be siphoned off and converted to generic power, to be used by people with no true knowledge of its source.

None knew he was there at all save for the drones, swarming and surrounding him in strange, triangular patterns of red and black.

#really gross stuff #hypnovember2022 #dirk strider #weight gain #fatstuck #gigafat #hypnosis

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austinramsaygames · 1 year

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Extractor for Beam Saber by @demidevilqueen

#art #beam saber #forged in the dark #ttrpg #indie ttrpg #mecha #mechs

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gerryandersontv · 2 years

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Thunderbirds: Downtime - A Gerry Anderson A21 News Story

Thunderbirds: Downtime – A Gerry Anderson A21 News Story

An automated alert sounded from the main console indicating Thunderbird 3 was aligned with the guidance beams above the round house. Alan Tracy flicked a control switch and the descent motors roared into life, gently lowering the 287-foot tall rocket into the secret underground silo. As the three huge boosters came to rest on their landing pads, the extractor system switched to full power,…

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#alan #brains #gordon #international rescue #jeff #john #kyrano #parker #penelope #Scott #the hood #thunderbirds #tin tin #tracy island #virgil

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ultra-maha-us · 10 months

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Textile Machinery - Different Products For Various Textile Processes

Textile machinery is utilized in the processing of textiles, fabrics and all forms of woven and non-woven textile items. A list of these machines is used in many parts of textile manufacturing from spinning and weaving to dyeing and warping. There are also tools used in order to extrude plastic and synthetic fiber. Some natural fibers that go well with any of this equipment are wool, cotton and silk while artificial fibers like nylon, polypropylene and polyester benefit from these machines too.

Textile machinery is offered in the market as brand new items but there are also used ones that manufacturers may consider purchasing. These are available through Internet venues and other local equipment providers within a certain locale. Some of the most popular traders or dealers of these industrial products belong to associations like the Association of Machinery and Equipment Appraisers and American Textile Machinery Association.

In other countries, there are yet other organizations where these traders are linked to. Generally, no broderie textile matter what name the dealers are associated with, the following products are included in their product catalogue.

Machinery for sewing, garment and embroidery

Among a list of names in the textile equipment department, those in the sewing and embroidery processes are always sought after by textile industries. Popular machine names are sewing machines, garment cutting machines, embroidery machines, hemming machines and overlock machines. There are also very specific products like flat ironers, denim sewing machines and needle detector machines. There are those that deal with heavy fabrics, trimmings and button holes. In this department, all items gear to aspects of sewing, embroidery and garment manufacture.

Weaving machines

Weaving is also another important process in the textile industry that is why some of the best textile machinery is made for this particular endeavor. A company may choose from rapier looms, warping machines, water jet looms, carpet making machines and jacquards machine. Some other items in the brochure are beaming machines, sizing machines and needle looms. With each product name, one will be able to learn about its real function.

Other forms of machines for textile manufacturing

Dyeing is also catered to by a list of textile machinery. The continuous dyeing machine is included as well as the centrifugal hydro-extractors machine. Padders, jiggers and dosing machines are highly recommended for this part of the process. There are also items particularly made for knitting, spinning, laundry, printing and finishing. Some traders provide textile machines for footwear, bags and others for leather manufacture.

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