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Ladies, the trick has never been about dating him. The trick is about being Miles Kane.
#the one WHO STAYS#Miles the approval robot#it's not serious till u met MR KANE#15 years n theyve learned litrlly NOTHING#THE KISS IN FRONT OF HIS GF#Miles is a possessive material queen 💅#milex#miles kane#alex turner#arctic monkeys#the last shadow puppets#tlsp#alexa chung#arielle vandenberg#taylor bagley#hannah ware#brit rock#british rockstars
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what’s gumshoe in your au?? i have to know i love him
Okay so my first doodle request I drew for that big huge doodle request thing I did recently was of a robot design for Gumshoe. I really like this design and I wanted to keep it for the monster AU. I actually have a lot of thoughts for Gumshoe that hit me like a truck this morning when I was brainstorming and so I shall share them :)!!
Detective Dick Gumshoe was actually an investigation robot that Gregory Edgeworth had been building to help the defense (wow! A dad who builds robots? In one of my AUs?? Who would have guessed) but then y’know…DL-6 happened.
And so Gumshoe was shoved into an evidence room and forgotten about until one day 10 years later, Miles Edgeworth stumbles upon him while retrieving some old evidence for something (unimportant)
Miles vaguely remembers this robot as his dad’s side project. In fact, the robot is wearing his father’s tan trench coat. Miles boots him up, and Gumshoe, confused, thinks that Miles is Gregory for a moment (because of their faces and also his tech is worn down), before recognizing that “oh no wait, this is his kid but older??”. Gumshoe doesn’t realize that he’s been shut off for a decade and also doesn’t know that Gregory is dead.
Miles is taken aback when Gumshoe is able to recognize him as Miles because it’s been 10 years and also Miles had been turned into a vampire during that decade. That moment of his father’s robot still recognizing him was one of the foundational moments that would later lead to his complete doubt and uncertainty in von Karma’s ways (which were completely toppled over by Wright in the years to come)
So Miles does his best to patch Gumshoe up, and now he has this robot detective at his side. Von Karma doesn’t approve, but he’s also trying not to alert this detective bot to him being suspicious, just in case it’s able to figure out the truth behind DL-6
Von Karma’s caution surrounding Gumshoe was unfounded, however, since Gregory was never able to finish the robot. This resulted in the not-so-smart detective we all know and love, simply due to his programming never being completed. Although a directive that *was* completed was the programming that Gregory had implemented in Gumshoe to always protect his son Miles. That’s why Gumshoe is always so loyal to the vampire, even when Miles tells him how bad of a detective he is. It’s also why even though Gumshoe had been built originally to be an aid for the defense, he is loyal to the prosecution.
Gumshoe also views Miles as his brother, on the basis that they technically have the same dad. Miles acts annoyed and like he doesn’t agree, but he secretly is happy to have this reminder of his father still around. Gumshoe does end up getting his own trench coat and letting Miles keep the tan one that belonged to Gregory.
Anyways i think I’ve put more thought into Miles and Gumshoe’s characters for this AU than I have put into all the other characters in the AU combined 😭
#doctorsiren#ace attorney#ace attorney au#dick gumshoe#gregory edgeworth#miles edgeworth#silly little monster au#ace attorney fanart#art#digital art#my art#fanart#procreate#I’m sorry just detectives and robots and dads and found family are special to me#I am Very Predictable HAHA
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Sweet like Cherry – Chapter 4
Miles Quaritch x female human reader
Words: 6.2k
Summary: Miles has a secret admirer and apparently, she has a thing for photography.
Warnings: explicit smut, Miles pov, conflicted emotions, dirty talk, praise & degradation, rough oral (m receiving), thigh fucking, begging, virgin reader, obsession, authority kink, power play, corruption kink, brief mentions of blood from biting, (angst?)
Notes: this took me forever and idek if I like it or not🧍🏻♀️
Good has always pined for evil.
Ironic, because Quaritch knows what being good meant. Or, what being a good soldier meant. He couldn't tell when exactly this happened, but the knowledge came and stayed. He killed people. Of course, when there's an attack you fight back. He killed people on command, too. Sure, there are superiors who sit higher and see farther and they get the whole picture, so no command is mindless or unjustified.
Being a good soldier meant turning your common sense the fuck off, and following commands not doubting it for a second. Not thinking about why you attack instead of fighting back, or what is the reasoning behind missions involving sudden and bloody invasions. At one point, he also became said superior himself. Gave the commands to kill. Had blood on his hands without staining them, because those weren’t actually his hands that did it.
A good soldier is a thoughtless machine, and there is some fucked up irony in not using actual machines instead of human sources in military, he thinks. They want you to be a robot, but they need you to be a human. Or whatever is close to a human. Funny, now that he thinks about it.
He didn't think that working for Ardmore was much better or more sensible than being in the U.S. Army, or even working for Parker. The only difference was wielding more information. Not that he was sure that she shared everything she knew.
So in the end, he’s a good soldier, but that ultimately makes him a bad person. Not if you would ask him, no, there’s not even a spark of regret inside him. But to people like you, to you he must’ve been the devil himself.
And you know how that saying goes? Opposite attracts. And now Quaritch wonders, what does that make you? His antithesis in every way? Yes and no.
Because, turns out, sweet Cherry is everything Miles parents had tried to condition him to want in a person when he was young. A good person.
You’re driven to succeed, he thinks, every time he so coincidentally walks past the labs and you’re there, always working, day and night it seems, not so different from himself. You’re clean, he muses whenever he sees you in ironed clothes, seams sharp and not a hair out of place. You’re polite, he's reminded every time you drop "sir" and "ma'am" like it's second nature to you. You’re overly respectful, he realizes, always watching the way your spine straightens and gaze drops to your shoes whenever a person of authority steps into your space. And you’re pure, he knows it, innocent enough that his strictly christian mother would’ve approved of you, and yet, behind that façade, you’re not so innocent as it seems. So much so, that his father would’ve given him a proud clasp on the shoulder, murmuring something inappropriate while handing him a beer that would remind him why he’s never bought any women home to meet his parents. You care for others, for your environment. You’re empathic. And you’re good, in any way that matters.
And he hates it.
He hates the fact you’re everything he wants in a person, when he really shouldn’t. Because Miles fucking Quaritch, fifthy years of age, should not fool around with such a young little thing in her twenties, fragile like porcelain and pure like a flower that grew under a glass dome. Too naïve to even realize what you’re getting yourself into. It’s not like Miles has ever cared about the wrongs and rights in life, let alone what’s morally correct. But there’s something about you that makes him… hesitate.
In the grand scale of how much things in his life had changed recently, the Polaroids were just a detail. But he found himself attached to them like he’s never been attached to anything. Found himself holding the comically small photos in his big, blue hands every night like they’re a treasure.
It still shocks him to think that this is the same woman that he had met around a month ago. Pure little cherry. He scoffs because the thought of your shaking frame, big innocent eyes not able to meet his gaze, while nervously fiddling with your lab coat, is the same one he’s looking at right now on said Polaroids. It’s ridiculous.
Shocks him more that he likes this version of you way more than he would ever openly admit. That he wishes you would’ve captured your rosy cheeks on those photos, the way you blush and tremble and shy away. How you stutter when he makes you nervous. How your breath hitches. Wishes you would include videos next time, of you begging, calling him sir, saying please, please, please may I come? So sweet, it makes his teeth rot.
He wants to watch these soft lips moving as they say all those filthy words, with that tone in your voice like it’s the first time you’ve ever said them out loud.
Staring at those plush thighs as their spread wide open on your bed, Miles realizes he never wanted to dig his teeth into something more. There’s this desire to bite you, to mark you. Somewhere, it didn’t matter, just as long as he could see it. He wants to nip at your inner thigh, or maybe your bottom lip, your throat, your cute little ass. Wants to bite and suck and kiss until it bleeds and then gently, lovingly lick away the blood, simply because he knows you would allow him to do this. Because he likes the taste of you. Because he knows it would undoubtedly make you more wet. Because it would cause your snug little pussy to hug him even tighter.
Lately, these thoughts have become a vicious circle he can’t seem to break out of. Because no matter the scenario that plays in his head, all his thoughts ultimately lead to the image of him sinking his cock into your tight little hole. Something he doubts is even physically possible, starting from the difference in size between you and him. And there’s also this tiny issue, the fact that you’ve never actually done it before. That no one has ever popped your little cherry.
But it’s an ache he has, to pin you down and make you scream his name from the top of your lungs, let all of bridgehead hear who’s pounding your cute human pussy.
And that’s really the problem, isn’t it? You’re a human. Small, tiny, fragile human. And he’s not– not anymore. What a fucked up joke from the universe, huh? Not the price he expected to pay when he signed up for the phoenix program, when he decided to direct his whole life to becoming a damn good soldier.
But there were things that did help to numb that ache, besides staring at your Polaroids, receiving new ones every couple of days to which he jerked off until his cock felt raw and hypersensitive.
Quaritch was working: doing his job, going on missions, working overtime, crawling into Ardmores ass to exchange informations, forcing his mind to block out every other thought, occupy it with what others would describe as an obsession with finding Sully. But also going to the gym and exercising with the Squad until black spots blocked his view.
Though no matter how hard he tried, that ache never really disappeared. So he decided that it was time to finally do something about this, even if it was just a temporary relief that didn’t include his own hands. Not when yours could work perfectly fine, too.
It’s been a while since he had last seen you, Quaritch realizes as he walks past the labs to find them empty.
Considering the time, it’s not unusual to find them empty, so he goes straight to your room. He doesn’t even know why, doesn’t know why it bothers him so much that you’re not opening the door, that he can’t find you in the cafeteria either, why he doesn’t just take a cold shower and go to bed, why he couldn’t sleep even if he tried. Miles doesn’t know why. It’s not like he can just bend you over and truly ruin you, stain your purity forever once he’s found you. Fuck you long and hard and good and let that fire inside him cool off for a good while.
He wants to, yeah sure, but he can’t. And he doesn’t know why it drives him so insane.
Apart from the whole logistics of being almost three times the size of you, Miles has never been one to fuck around with women like you. Women, that don’t know what they’re doing. He doesn’t know why it makes him feel the way it does when you act all shy, trembling limbs and teary eyes when he touches you, greedily asking for more because it feels new and good so you just can’t help but beg for it– for him.
He’s not a teacher for fucks sake, he just wants to fuck. Release some stress. He wants to feel good, get a pretty girl on her knees after a long day at work and then make her ride him like she’s good for nothing else. Miles doesn’t want to show you how it’s done, to waste his time teaching you what most freshly eighteen year olds already know. Not his fault you’re such a social butterfly, sticking your nose into books and studying weird plants and what not, rather than to go out, get drunk and get laid. Fucking hell, who even are you to put such a pressure on him?
But god damn, don’t you look like a tasty little treat, running on that treadmill, with that absolute peach of an ass stuffed into a pair of sport tights that hug your curves just right.
Quaritch can’t help but watch once he’s finally found you. And he has a phenomenal view, leaning against the door frame of the common gym, arms crossed over his chest while his eyes scan you up and down.
Instead of cursing you for not spreading your legs for any other guy to spare him of the misery he was now trapped in, he dedicated his mindspace to mapping out all of the dips and curves of your body. The way your breasts bounced with every step, chest heaving, the flex of your thighs and the sweat beading at your temples.
The distant sound of music reached his ear, as he stood there in the doorway. Your headphones ensuring that no thoughts had any chance to form in your head, drowning out the silence of the gym at night.
With a scoff, Quaritch then finally decides to walk over to you. There’s a prickling feeling under his skin as he approaches you, still oblivious that you weren’t alone anymore, up until to the point where he pulls on the cords of your headphones and the music suddenly stops.
"Didn’t count you as a little gym bunny", he says, grinning. His fangs poke out from under his lip as he watches your eyes widen, immediately hitting the stop button to make the treadmill come to an halt.
"Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me", you pant, clutching your chest. A little overdramatic, he thinks, raising one of his brows at the curse words falling so easily from your lips. He tilts his head slightly, looking directly at you, and you don’t even bother trying not to squirm under his gaze.
"Sorry, sir", you mumble and Quaritch doesn’t know if his eyes were just playing tricks on him, but it almost looked like you were rolling your eyes at him.
"You shouldn’t work out with your music on full blast when you’re all alone", he tells you, his eyes boring into yours like he had any right to tell you what to do. At least it felt like he did. "If I were less than a man, I could’ve taken advantage of that."
His grin widens for a brief second, but then you exhale a dry laugh, and now he’s almost certain you just rolled your eyes at him.
"Sure, I’ll keep that in mind for next time."
Feisty, he remarks, licking his lips. There’s something up with you, you’ve made that much clear. And maybe you’re not so much different from him than he originally thought. You and him, you might as well just be two sides of the same coin.
"What are you doing here in the middle of the night, kid?", Quaritch asks. If you want to act like one, might as well treat you like one. He straightens up, towering over you with his arms crossing over his chest like you owe him an explanation.
"Oh, I usually don’t work out, not like, like you guys. You look like you live here." You cross and uncross your own arms, failing to mimic his confidence stance, instead tugging at the hem of your shirt. "I couldn’t sleep, so i thought i could somehow tire me out." You shrug.
"Tire yourself out, huh?" Now that piques his interest, a half smirk tugging on his lips. "You know, I came here looking for you for the exact same reason."
The way you bite your lip and advert your gaze tells him more than words ever could. His tail sways in anticipation, feeling like a cat that just trapped a helpless little mouse. Miles leans forward slightly, lips close to your ear now before he whispers lowly, "You look pretty fucking good in these gym thighs, cherry."
Quaritch has definitely been fucked with to some degree, but your response freaks him out more than straight-up mockery would, somehow.
"Aha." Oh?
His brows rise. It’s not even a response, it’s just a noise you make. But that little noise holds so much attitude, so many emotions. Quaritch can’t help but scoff. He had to give you that, you really had some nerves for someone who normally couldn’t even get a coherent sentence out when he’s around. And that newly found boldness makes him want to dig his fingers into your hips, make your little cherry tattoo turn into a bruised plump, spin you around and bend you over his knee just how you deserve for that.
"Alright", he exhales, trying to calm his nerves, "you got a lot of pent up frustration for such a little thing, so what’s with that attitude today, huh?"
You look at him like a lost puppy and now he’s the one who wants to roll his eyes, wondering why he even keeps up with this childish bullshit. If you were any other person, Quaritch would’ve loved to show you just how far that disrespectful tone gets you with him. But you’re not just any other person.
"You didn’t…" The words hadn’t even fully left you, and your eyes were already adverting to your shoes and your lips pursed into a thin line. Before you could finish however, Quaritch lets out a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance, already knowing what’s about to come. "Listen, kid", he starts and if you were any close to Na‘vi, avatar, recom or whatever, your ears would’ve pinned back against your head. Instead, your shoulders slump, your whole body language suggesting that you were mentally preparing yourself to get lectured, because you knew the answer to this already.
"I don’t know what you were hoping you would get out of this, but if you’re looking for someone to be your first, that ain’t gon' be me."
His voice had grown a tad louder, accent heavier, and he halfway expected you to flinch or even tear up. Instead, you straighten up. Your hands may be trembling, but you hide it by balling your fists. Pushing out your chest, you gather all confidence that was left in you to snap back, "Why not?"
"Why not?", Quaritch laughs. He laughs because it’s funny, really. Because he can’t believe it, can’t help but wonder where all that is suddenly coming from. He laughs because if he wouldn’t, he would make you regret this. "I already told you. It’s not going to fit."
"What if I—"
"Cherry." It comes out as a warning. Your stance falters for a second, those big, puppy eyes returning to your face where just seconds before was such a fierce expression that it undoubtedly made him want to push you further, see how feisty you could actually get. But at the same time, Miles had just discovered just how easily you could get on his last nerves like this.
"I‘ll prove it. I can take it, just let me—"
A hand grabs at your lower face, thumb pressing into your cheek and four fingers digging into the other side, with his palm closing tight over your mouth and nose, keeping it shut. Quaritch yanks you forward, forces you on your very tiptoes to get your full attention.
"Will you stop acting like a desperate little brat, jesus christ." They were harsh, bitter words, drenched with equal parts lust and anger. They were meant to scare you off, yet you looked anything but scared. You looked aroused. Tempted.
To his surprise, words were muffled against his palm, refusing to keep quiet even with a big, blue hand halfway covering your face.
Rolling his eyes, he allows you to swat his hand away.
"You… You said you also came here to tire yourself out", you say, panting slightly once you’re able to speak and breathe freely. "I‘ll help you."
There it is. That side of you that’s so hidden from the rest of the world, it’s hard to believe it’s coming from the same person.
You see, Miles figured he loves the feeling of two opposites coming together. It causes friction.
His kiss is ravenous, the force of it tilting your body to bend backwards once he had dragged you into the communal showers at the gym. He feels your legs go weak, so his arm around your middle flexes, effectively supporting your weight as he pushes you against the tiled wall. His lips coax yours open with little effort as you're hardly putting up any resistance. The flavor of whatever gum you must’ve chewed a while ago is still rich on your tongue, sweet as ever and he groans into the kiss.
Quaritch explores your mouth determinedly, taking what he believes to be his, and he doesn’t even realize that this is the first time he had put his lips against yours. Long strokes of his tongue against yours, teeth catching your lips in bites, groans and moans caught in one another's mouth and swallowed up. His thumb runs up and down your jaw, occasionally applying pressure to adjust the tilt of your head as he changes the angle of the kiss, feels your hair tickle his forehead. Noses bump and brush, he inhales your scent, groans when it’s just as sweet as you taste.
His kiss is powerful. It commands. Look at me. Touch me. Feel me. Only me. It leads you, your movements, the pace. But yours is soft, pleading and submissive. Obedient.
It drives him to near madness, teetering him on the brink of sanity.
He presses himself harder against you, towers over you like a mountain. Your hands are small, and they claw at his arms, his biceps, his neck. They pull and pull, yet he doesn’t budge, doesn’t move unless he wants to. You make a whiny sort of noise in protest and he grins. His forearm rests against the wall, tiles cool against his burning skin as he watches you with half lidded eyes.
The same red that paints his new favorite fruit taints your cheeks crimson, as you hesitantly lower yourself to your knees.
A pleased rumble left him, and his smirk curled further, hints of too-sharp teeth peeking from behind his lips, "You did that before?" He wonders out loud. There’s a suffocating tightness underneath his briefs that only gets worse once you answer him with a quick shake of your head. No, of course not. He scoffs, equally amused as he is excited.
With trembling fingers and unsteady breath, you move your hands around to unbuckle his belt. Letting it hang open, you move to the button and zipper on the fatigues, a little clumsy as you tried once, twice, three times to get the damned thing open. Miles couldn’t help but chuckle.
You looked even smaller on your knees in front of him, pulling on the waistband of his pants to get his cock out. He could just stand there and watch, torture the little thing by letting her struggle, but his impatience has grown rapidly in those past few minutes so he swats your hands away and pulls his pants down just enough.
You hold your breath, waiting. Watching. The nervous tension makes a shudder run up your spine and he smirks, once you finally catch sight of his cock.
The way your eyes widen makes him remember the first time he had stared at himself in the mirror. The first time he was alone with this new body of his, the mirrored image of what he despised most. Alien, that’s what he looked like. What he must’ve looked like to you. Blue skin and faint purple tip, small bumps and ridges around the crown, littered in those glowing freckles that made him look like a damn toy, was what he had first thought when he saw himself. And there was also his size. The root of this whole situation, the reason neither of you could get what you so desperately wanted.
It’s a lot to take in, literally, and he enjoys the fact that not even a polite woman like you could stop herself from staring at him.
A shaky exhale of air then brushes over his tip, your throat bobbing as you swallow thickly and Quaritch tilts his head and chuckles. "What’s wrong? Where did all that attitude go, hm? I thought you wanted to help me out."
Your hands are still firmly planted on your own thighs, but he sees the subconscious little twitch of your fingertips. They want to move, but you don’t dare just yet.
"It’s- no it’s just, I’m, I—"
"You didn’t thought I was lyin‘, did you? I told you it’s—"
"I know", you cut him off, your cheeks blushing, "I- I know. And I still want to…"
The grin that tugs on his lips his dangerous and his tongue darts out to lick over his pointy canine, while he gives himself a slow tug. A small drop of clear, sticky pre-cum beads at his tip.
"Then what are you waiting for? Go on", he purrs lowly, "Touch me."
You’re hesitant at first, taking his length into your delicate hands. They’re warm and soft and he hums at the touch. You can’t even close your fingers entirely around his girth, but you try your best to give him an experimental stroke, feeling his weight and the texture of his skin.
"C‘mon, Cherry", he tells you, his hand brushing through your hair at the back of your head, before giving you a guiding little push. "Use your mouth. Get it wet for me."
Not so bold now, he thinks to himself as he watches you lick your lips and shuffle a little closer on your knees. Like this, it almost looks like you’re worshiping him. It gets him even harder than he already was before, makes his cock throb, feeds his god complex in just the right way. But then you place your lips against the mushroom-like head of his cock, plants a kiss right there on its slit almost tenderly, and Miles can’t stop the groan from escaping him.
Your big doe eyes are staring up at him, piercing right through his soul, before you give a little kitten lick to his length.
"I said use your mouth, not just your tongue", he says, albeit a little breathlessly. He ain’t got time for any of this practice shit today. You offered to suck his cock, might as well do it right then.
His hips buck forward, the head of his cock nudging against your kiss swollen lips and you part them dutifully. The tip is an easy fit, tight but manageable.
You’re timid at first, barely moving further down, but your tongue is practically dancing against him, so it's not all that bad. "There you go", Quaritch groans, the hand on the back of your head holding you still, makes you take him a little deeper. A little more. Your nostrils flare wide as you struggle to breathe and you close your eyes for a brief moment. Your cheeks hollow inward as you suck him. Just a few inches, and he can already feel some resistance on the back of your throat. It’s tight and you tear up, instinctively pulling away.
He clicks his tongue, but you’re quick to put him back into your mouth, warm wetness enveloping not even half of his throbbing cock once again.
Miles fingers have formed into claws, digging them into his own palm as one arm rests against the wall, the other fisted into your hair. It takes every fiber of will within him not to grab you and just force you down onto his cock, to make you choke on it while he thrusts deep into your throat. He’s filled with the sudden, perverse desire to break you, to stain you, make you as filthy as himself. It’s only fortunate that you can’t see the way his features have twisted through the tears in your eyes, from lazy pleasure into something animalistic.
Your mouth moves slowly over his cock, sloppy and uncoordinated. Barely enough of him fits inside your mouth to bring him pleasure, more than just a teasing swirl of your tongue. There’s drool running down your chin, your jaw opened as wide as possible as you sucked and slurped on his length. But he needed more if you planned to get him off properly, needed you to take him deeper.
The hand that had been brushing through your hair grips tighter, and then he slowly moves your head up and down on his cock, using your throat like you’re his personal little fleshlight. Just a couple of thrusts, merely a few inches more, already have him in the back of your throat, and he feels your muscles constrict around him. Helpless little gags fill his ears, followed by tears running down your cheeks.
The hands that had been clawing at his thighs like he was your lifeline had began to tug on his pants, while you whimpered and whined around his length, signaling him that you needed to come up for air.
"C‘mon Cherry, how are you supposed to take all of me when you can’t even suck me off properly?" His voice is taunting, a low growl as he pulls you off of him with a wet pop. You gasp for air, panting, chest heaving and he allows you a moment to catch your breath, before he pushes you back down. He’s careful not to actually hurt you in the process, but he’s also determined to get more of him inside your mouth.
Either you didn’t hear him, or your were pointedly ignoring him. Regardless, the result is the same. You’re struggling, gagging and whining and he knows you’re trying, but it’s been fifteen minutes and you’re not making any process.
Quaritch tsks, "Yeah, no, that’s not going to work. Get up here."
You make a small sound of protest when he pulls you off of him again, and then yelp in surprise when he grabs your arm and yanks you up to your feet. Miles stares at you for a moment, breathing heavily. Takes notice of your lips, swollen, gleaming with saliva and pre-cum. You look so utterly vulnerable. And that's exactly how he wants you.
His hand still holds your upper arm firmly, and he spins you around so sudden that you had to brace yourself against the wall in order not to fall. There’s a split second in which he ponders if ripping your leggings would be a good idea, considering that he didn’t know if you had any spare clothes with you in the gym. He decides against it, barely able to think logically with all the blood rushing from his head to his cock.
Hooking his thumbs underneath the tight waistband, he drags your pants down quickly, and your underwear with them. A pleasant hum leaves his lips when he finds you soaking wet, tiny hole clenching around nothing, all too eager to be filled. Miles gives a firm slap to your ass that makes you try and fail to stifle a gasp.
"P-Please", you mutter quietly, arching your back some more.
"Don’t get too excited", he leans in to whisper against the shell of your ear, chuckling. "Close your legs." Glancing at him from over your shoulder, there’s a look of utter confusion, mixed with disappointment on your face, yet you comply to his orders without a complain. And the feeling of knowing you would do anything he says, follow every one of his orders despite what you wanted, is simply indescribable to him.
Quaritch doesn’t take it slow now that he has you like this. His cock is still lubed with spit so it’s an easy glide as he positions himself behind you and pushes forward between the soft flesh of your thighs. You gasp, feeling the smooth length of his cock drag against your sensitive folds.
"That’s much better", Miles groans lowly into your ear as he begins to thrust back and forth.
It felt heavenly— the warmth of your skin enveloping his length in the same way a tight pussy would. He could feel your slick covered lips pressed against him, your arousal smearing between your thighs and his cock adding further to the impression of being inside you.
With an increasing pace, he begins to actually fuck the space between your legs. His cock bumps against your clit over and over again, which causes you to moan along to the filthy sound of flesh against flesh.
"Fuuckin‘ hell, that’s it." His hands on your hips had began to pull you back against his thrusts, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise, as he used your body for his own pleasure. More arousal oozes out of you and both of you make a pleasant sound of acknowledgment at that. "Hmm, can feel you dripping all over my cock, cherry. You like it that much when I fuck your thighs, huh?"
"Y-Yes, f-fuck, yes!" His ears perked at the sweet little whine that trickled out of you when he snapped against the back of your thighs just a little harder. There grows a force behind his thrusts, one that makes it hard for you to stay still and let him use you, he can tell. Your legs are trembling, wanton little pleas falling from your parted lips. "Please, I- I need more! Miles, c‘mon…" You push back against, rising to your tip toes in an attempt to catch his tip against your entrance. "Please!"
He could come so easily like that, rocking back and forth, his cock trapped between the plush of your soft thighs, your slickness lubing his length enough to make his movements more fluid. Yet you were nowhere near close to your own release. His touch was just barely enough to keep you on edge, but not enough to get you anywhere. Poor little thing, Miles thinks to himself with a grin he doesn’t even bother to hide.
The sound of his cock sliding between your wet thighs was downright obscene and he could practically feel your neglected clit aching for attention, warmth slowly pooling into the pit of his stomach. And with that, he angles his hips to put more force behind his trusts, his length gliding through your folds, the tip of it pressed snugly against your clit, bumping against the little nub with every stroke.
Pleading mewls soon turn into desperate moans the harder he fucks your thighs. "Mmnh– need you, need you in- inside", you begin to brabble, staring up at him from over your shoulder. "Please, Mil– sir!"
"Christ, cherry", he curses against your neck, letting the heady vibrations of his rumbling growl pierce through your neck, letting you feel his words in the most primal way. Your thighs press together. "Do you ever shut up?"
Miles feels you press back against him weakly, nowhere near strong enough to get him anywhere. "I– I can do it, just let me…"
His annoyed groan is quick to cut you off. Whatever complain bubbled up your throat was shushes with a hand clasped over your mouth before it could even come past your lips. You make a muffled sound against his palm, your eyes continue to plead for him, but he’s determined to keep you just like this.
"Don’t be so goddamn stubborn", he grits out, teeth grazing the lobe of your ear and he feels the way your whole body tense as he bites down on it. "You got a lot of learning to do if you want to be good for your Colonel."
The smack of his hips against your backside makes punched out little huffs of air escape through your nose, and it’s almost adorable.
Meanwhile you could barely form a thought over the constant throbbing between your thighs, the slaps of skin hitting skin, the whining of your body being squeezed under an intense force and hands gripping your hips and keeping your mouth shut. You couldn’t even hear the heavy grunts of the gruff man behind you as he bit the shell of your ear, whispering sweet nothings of how good you felt around him.
Fingers dug deeper into your cheeks and hips, his cock almost rubbing you raw with how fast he fucked your thighs. The cock that still rutted between your silky legs was drenched in slick and Miles felt the way you tried to angle your hips and squeezed your legs to put more pressure on your clit.
Fuck, he was so close he could hardly hold himself back.
"You want to come?", he whispers into your ear. A pleasant shiver runs up your spine that even he could feel. Your response comes as nothing more than a muffled "Mhm! Mhm!" against his palm.
"Will you be a good girl for me now? Stop with all that whining bullshit and be a little grateful for what I do to you?"
"Mhm, mhm!" Your frantic nodding makes him thrust against you harder, and he relishes in the needy sounds you make.
"There you go, sweetheart", he chuckles, "That wasn’t so hard now, was it?"
The heat from his chest begins to pool in the pit of his stomach, coiling together in a painful knot that could only mean one thing. Miles groans against your shoulder, biting particularly hard as his hips start to stutter, the grip on your waist tightening once more, leaving definite blue bruises that wouldn’t leave any time soon.
He then shoves his fingers between your thighs, tips pushing and rubbing against the twitching little nub between your folds so hard it felt like he shifted it from its original position. You wailed against his palm like a banshee as you finally came, the sudden spark of pleasure aimed just at the right place sending you over the edge as tears spilt down your cheeks, rolling over the hand that’s still pressed against your mouth.
Your legs clamped shut tighter than before, squeezing his cock that was still thrusting in and out between your soft, wet flesh.
"Jesus, fuck", he grunts, breathing heavily, "good girl, good fuckin‘ girl."
Quaritch soon comes after you, biting again, until he left a giant bruise on your shoulder. He was drinking up every sweet little moan and gasp he elicited out of you like this, groaning and lapping his tongue against your skin while he pumped his seed through the space of your legs as it spurted from his throbbing cock.
Your eyes were still heavy with tears as you blinked to clear your vision, the bruising grip he had on your hips slowly loosening as he comes down from the high of his orgasm, but then tightening again, for just a split second that makes you tense up and flinch.
Miles is almost certain that that piercing pain he suddenly felt in his chest was some sort of cramp, some fucked up symptom of ptsd or his psyche struggling to adjust to this body that still wasn’t entirely his. But then that picture perfect doll face glances up at him from over your shoulder. Your eyebrows are pinched together, hair sticking to your forehead, cheeks flushed red and glistening in a thin layer of sweat, lips all swollen red and bitten raw.
And now he’s not so sure anymore where that piercing pain in his chest really comes from…
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Promotion
Summary: Chef Julian Slowik sets his sights on making you something more than his next sous chef.
Pairing: Julian Slowik x Reader
Word Count: 1,710
Kink Prompt: Power Play | Dom/Sub
Warnings: Slight dubcon/coercion, power imbalance, dom/sub tones, hints of (and obvious) sexual harassment.
A/N: I wrote this for me. I am the one who wants to get fucked by Ralph Fiennes's character in The Menu. I am my own target audience.
Standing tall and silent to the side, Chef Julian's all-seeing eyes burned holes into the back of your head. He watched every move you made like a hawk. He made his way around the kitchen slowly, making sure everyone was doing exactly what they were supposed to. You were leaning over the counter with tweezers to place the garnishes around the plate before you when you felt his presence behind you. "Good steady hand." Julian compliments coolly. "Thank you, chef." You respond without stopping or taking your eyes off the dish in front of you. It's a miracle you didn't jump when he put a hand on your hip. His hand stayed on your hip as you put the tiniest pieces of the dish into place, even going so far as to step up until he was pressing himself against you, making sure you felt his erection. A shiver ran up your spine as he leaned over you, further pressing his hardness into your backside. You didn't object at all at the contact, you'd seen what happened to the people who rejected Chef Slowik and you were determined to not end up like them. "When dinner finishes and I dismiss the others, stay in the kitchen." He orders. "Yes, chef." You say with a slight tremble in your voice. All the other chefs were too busy focusing on perfecting their own plates to pay any mind to the suggestive position Julian put you both in.
Dinner proceeded as usual, without further contact from Julian. Once everyone was fed and sent away, the rest of the staff began returning the kitchen to its spotless state, wrapping up at 2:30 in the morning. "Everyone can leave. Get some rest before tomorrow." Julian dismisses before turning his gaze to you. "Except you." Now that nobody was busy, you felt everyone's eyes on you as they filed out of the kitchen, leaving only you and Chef Slowik in the pristine kitchen. "How long have you been cooking?" He asks you. "Since I was a child, chef." You answer. "It was my duty as the oldest to take care of my siblings when my parents couldn't or wouldn't." "Do you enjoy it?" He questions. "Immensely, chef. What started as my duty became my passion. I can't do anything besides cook." You answer calmly. "That's not entirely true. You can follow orders better than the others. You can present better than them, you can work harder than them. I believe you are better than them." Julian states. "How would you like to be my new sous?" He offers. It's a miracle you manage to keep your jaw off the floor when you answer him. "That would be the opportunity of a lifetime, Chef. I'd be honored."
"I expect more from my sous than the other chefs, you know." He warns. "I expect my sous to follow my orders to a T, to go the extra mile to make sure Hawthorne runs smoothly, to do as I say without questioning or arguing with me. Do you think you can do that?" He asks, stepping up to tower over you. "Yes, Chef." You say with a nod. "Then get on your knees." His voice was atonal, devoid of any emotion, almost to the point of being robotic. He said it like it was any other order in the kitchen. There's only a split second of hesitation before you sink to your knees before him. "Do you know what I want from you?" Julian asks, tilting your chin up to meet his dark blue eyes. "You want me to prove I'll do whatever you ask of me, regardless of what it is, Chef." You answer. "Smart girl." Julian hums in approval, running his thumb along your bottom lip in a silent quest for access. Your lips parted just enough to take his thumb into your mouth before wrapping your lips around it. He watches intently as you suck on the digit, only to abruptly pull it out after a few moments. He kept a close eye on your hands as they undid his belt and zipper, fishing his rock-hard cock out without so much as a single tremble.
Julian's breathing catches slightly in his throat when you lean forward and take the head of his member into your mouth, moving slowly just like you had with his thumb before he took it away. With a steady grip on his base, you began slowly bobbing your head, taking him into your mouth little by little. His eyes fluttered shut with each. A small groan escaped Julian's lips when he felt his head hit the back of your throat. "You can do it." He hums when you gag around him, and the way he says it makes it sound like more of a general statement, a fact even, and less of an encouragement. When you didn't move fast enough for his liking, he frowned. "You will do it or you won't be in my kitchen much longer." He said more firmly. You give a slight nod and take a deep breath through your nose before taking his length into your throat. You bobbed your head and relaxed your throat, taking in more of him with each bob of your head until your nose touched his pubic bone and you gagged. Julian let out quiet noises as you worked, bobbing your head along his length with garbled noises, letting your tongue trace the vein on the underside of his cock. This continued for a few minutes before he tangled his fingers in your hair tightly and pulled you off of him.
Lust entirely darkened his eyes when he tilted your head up to look at him. "Get up and bend over the counter." He says in the same voice he'd used to send you to your knees. You wordlessly scramble to your feet and turn around, but he stops you from bending over. "Undress first." You don't trust your voice to speak for you, so you just give a nod and strip down to your underwear. A small, genuine smile crossed his features as he watched you. "Perfect." He mutters. He easily maneuvers your pliant body until you're bent over the counter. "You'll be a good sous... but an even better partner," Julian says as he runs his hand down the curve of your spine until he reaches your ass. "P-Partner?" You question, your voice faltering when he pulls your underwear down until the flimsy fabric falls slack and drops to your ankles. "That's right." He nods, stepping up behind you and teasingly running the head of his member through your wet petals.
"Do you want to know why I've picked you specifically?" Julian asks, dragging his tip through your folds until it catches on your entrance. "Why-" Your question is cut off when he leans over you, slowly pushing his member into your waiting opening. "Because you're obedient and eager to please," Julian whispers, kissing the shell of your ear softly. "I picked you because you are submissive." He states as he bottoms out. "You crave having orders to follow, being told what to do, and I'm going to be the one to give that to you." He husks as he slowly begins to thrust his hips. He talks over your moans. "You aren't just like the others, you're more special than them, more talented, more intelligent, more devout. You are better than them." He says as he thrusts into you. You gripped the edge of the counter as his thrusts quickly went from slow and easy to fast and almost punishing, each one forcing a moan out of your throat. Julian tangles his fingers in your hair and turns your head to the side enough to press his lips to yours in a heated, commanding kiss, biting your bottom lip slightly. That hand stayed tangled in your hair, holding your lips to his while the other left your ass to give your clit some rough attention. He angles his hips some until he finds your G-spot, reveling in the louder moan you let out.
"J-Julian..." You stammer breathlessly between your moans. "Not yet." He hisses as he bucks his hips into you, furiously chasing his release. The edge of the counter was beginning to painfully dig into your hips with each rough snap of his hips. The closer you get to your impending orgasm, the more your vision blurs and fills with stars. The combination of Julian's thrusts, his attention to your sensitive clit, and the way he tugged your hair was quickly bringing you closer to the edge you were determined not to fall off of just yet. Every movement of his was hellbent on seeing if you could follow his order. "See? You crave not disappointing me." He whispers smugly in your ear as he nears his climax. "Go on, pet, let go and come for me." Julian orders. It sends a chill through your body as you cave beneath him, letting go and moaning out his name as white-hot bliss overtakes every fiber of your being. Julian falls over the edge right on the tail end of your orgasm, letting out an almost primal-sounding moan as he buries himself to the hilt before filling you with his release.
His grip on you loosens when your orgasms subside. You shudder some at the feeling of his spend dripping down your thighs. Julian smirks at the reaction while tucking himself back into his pants. He grabs one of the nearby dish towels and almost gently cleans up the mess between your legs. "Tomorrow, you can move your things into my home." He states. "Y-Yes, Chef." You mumble with a nod. Julian cups your cheeks and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before planting another to your lips. "You will be phenomenal as my sous, as my partner, and as other things to come." He says with a smile. "Thank you, Chef Slowik." You say almost numbly as your mind processes everything that just happened. "Please, you can call me Julian when it's just us," He says jovially. "Thank you, Julian." You correct yourself. "Anything for you, my dear," Julian says with a smile, pressing another kiss to your lips.
I also wrote this for @bdffkierenwalker because she has been an amazing friend and always encourages me to write things that I want to write.
#The Menu#Julian Slowik#Chef Julian Slowik#Chef Slowik#Julian Slowik x Reader#Chef Slowik x Reader#Julian Slowik Smut#Chef Slowik Smut#The Menu Smut#Ralph Fiennes#Kinktober
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Adam Warlock and reader with the sunshine x grumpy dynamic, the reader is someone dangerous and very powerful that none of the other heroes want to get close to due to her reputation and her history, but Adam ignores it and in the end they fall in love 😩✊❤
long time i don't write for adam so yesss! hope you like this, i tried my best for a grumpy x sunshine dynamic for this one hahaha
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I'M NOT IN LOVE — Adam Warlock x female reader
Word count: 689 (got carried awaaayyyy).
Genre: fluff.
Warnings: none I can really tell?
When Rocket and his team broke you out of your prison, he quickly understood why you were locked in the first place. A woman, captive of a crazy sorcerer who just held you as nothing more than a pet on a dirty planet, who was rageous and powerful, capable of destroying a star. That’s what the old man said to them.
Rocket was a fool and didn’t take his word though. Not until you tried to blow the ship going back to Knowhere, or when you tried to escape destroying miles of half built homes, or the countless times where you broke something with your super strength.
“Alright, stay here, witch,” Rocket ordered, taking you with Nebula’s help to a new place you’d call home for now. Behind his small figure, Adam followed closely in silence but intrigued by you, who seemed to completely ignore him.
“I’m not a witch!” you fumed, moving your arm away from the tight grip coming from the purple robot. “Don’t touch me, scum.”
“Nebula, stop,” the raccoon uttered as she stepped closer to you, ready to punch your face. She grunted and left the room, passing by the Sovereign.
Rocket continued. “We don’t wanna hurt you-”
“Then why take me here?! I never asked to be part of your stupid team!”
Being locked for so long had its effects on you, Rocket thought. That day he warned everyone to not be close to you since you were extremely dangerous, but Adam didn’t understand the captain. He had a second chance with the Guardians, it was fair to do the same thing with you. Under Rocket’s suspicious eyes, Adam got his approval to visit you and help you to the real world.
Contrary to the team, Adam was different. He saw pain and fear in your eyes that mixed with your powers made you a dangerous being, but a beautiful one nonetheless. He was the one who introduced you to the terran culture and their music. With it, Adam discovered the sounds of some songs would calm you down and he’d come to see a new sweet side of you.
“Play it again,” you whispered, as you shared an earphone with Adam on the roof of your place in the middle of a somehow cold night. “I wanna hear it again.”
Adam beamed, doing as you said. The psychedelic melody started anew. “You like this song too much,” he teased.
I'm not in love
So don't forget it
It's just a silly phase I'm going through
Your brows furrowed, clearly annoyed. “Is that a problem, goldie?”
He just chuckled. “Not at all. Stop furrowing, it’s a joke.”
And just because
I call you up
Don't get me wrong,
Don't think you've got it made
Still you narrowed your eyes at him, with that angry face of yours. Sometimes you took so literal anything that escaped his lips. It was cute. Under the light of the city he admired you completely. Yes, sometimes you were a little mean to him and the team. Still you tried because of him. Adam was a very special person for you. But you wouldn’t admit it easily.
I'm not in love, no no,
It's because…
I like to see you
“Okay,” you whispered finally, your features softening as the song played. It made you feel calm, at peace. Something you didn’t remember feeling before. Now after Adam came to your life, things were sort of different. You could feel it as much as Adam. He was bright, sunny, while you were totally the opposite of that.
But then again
That doesn't mean you mean that much to me
You locked eyes with his own, noticing he had been observing you long before. You sat so close together that you could feel the warmth of his body, contrasting the coldness of your own. He leaned closer with eyes closed, and as scared as you were, you let him kiss you softly on your lips. A quick peck on your lips before he pulled away.
“Sorry…”
You smiled, cheeks flushed. “Don’t.”
It was the first time he saw your smile.
#adam warlock x reader#adam warlock x female reader#adam warlock x you#adam warlock fanfiction#adam warlock imagines#adam warlock imagine#adam warlock fluff#gotg vol 3 fanfiction#400followerstag!
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The Best News of Last week
Hi, this is Erica. Let's start the week with some good news from around the world
📖 A new bill will provide millions of children in CA with free books thanks to Dolly Parton
A new bill signed into law will now provide millions of children in California with free books thanks to Dolly Parton.
The bill, SB 1183, was signed into law by Gov. Gavin Newsom and will provide funding for Parton’s “Imagination Library” program, providing free books to children from birth to 5 years old.
Aiming to encourage preschool children to develop an early love of reading and learning, the bill received bipartisan support in both houses.
🦁 Pride of lions airlifted from Ukraine to Colorado in “biggest-ever warzone rescue of lions”
A pride of lions that were living at the Bio Park Zoo in Odessa, a southern city in Ukraine that has been impacted by the Russian-Ukraine war, has been airlifted to the Wild Animal Sanctuary in Colorado, according to a news release.
“The big cats were urgently relocated when the war first broke by a convoy that journeyed over 600 miles across Ukraine and Moldova, arriving in Targu Mures, Romania, on May 24, 2022. The Targu Mures Zoo provided a temporary home for the animals for several months so that an emergency travel permit could be approved for the eleven lions to board an international rescue flight,” the release said.
🐶 Hundreds of Dogs Saved From Nevada Breeding Farm in Huge Police Operation
Authorities have seized around 300 dogs from a property in Nevada in what officials have described as a “large-scale” animal cruelty situation. Detectives from Nye County Sheriff’s Office (NCSO) obtained a search warrant for a property in Amargosa Valley following an investigation and visited the location on Tuesday.
There, officials arrested a couple — Oskana Higgins and Vasili Platunov — on felony animal abuse and neglect charges, the NCSO said.
✍️ This 33-year-old made more than 1,000 Wikipedia bios for unknown women scientists
Jessica Wade began writing Wikipedia biographies about women and minority scientists who never got their due — from employers, from other scientists, from the public. Wade has written more than 1,600 Wikipedia entries for long-ignored women scientists, and she has firm beliefs on ideas on how to support girls interested in the field.
She won awards and medals and was cited by Jimmy Wales, the founder of Wikipedia.
🐦 When you next hear cheerful twittering of birds, you should stop and listen: new study suggests that listening to birdsong reduces anxiety and paranoia
Birdsongs alleviate anxiety and paranoia in healthy participants.
Fun fact: Did you know that they play bird songs at Tokyo subway stations to stop people getting stressed out on their morning commute?
☄️ Nasa’s Dart spacecraft ‘changed path of asteroid’
Scientists have now confirmed the orbit of a 160m-wide (520ft) space rock known as Dimorphos was altered when the Dart probe struck it head on last month. Researchers came to the conclusion after making measurements using a range of space and Earth-based telescopes.
The mission was conceived to test a potential strategy to defend the Earth against threatening objects.
🤖 Tiny Robots Have Successfully Cleared Pneumonia From The Lungs of Mice
Scientists have been able to direct a swarm of microscopic swimming robots to clear out pneumonia microbes in the lungs of mice, raising hopes that a similar treatment could be developed to treat deadly bacterial pneumonia in humans. The technology is still at a proof-of-concept stage, but the early signs are very promising.
“Based on this mouse data, we see that the microrobots could potentially improve antibiotic penetration to kill bacterial pathogens and save more patients’ lives,” says Victor Nizet, a physician and professor of pediatrics at the University of California, San Diego.
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And day two of @ygoc-week is where things truly begin to spiral!!
Happy day yall, and welcome to the first iteration of "Kay is a little insane when writing character backstories"! GX is not exempt from the rule unfortunately,,
I've mentioned in a previous post that Musa shares similar elements with Manjome lore wise, and I'll just cut to the chase on that one:
What if...instead of two shitty older siblings...there were THREE instead?
The ramble begins under the cut, CW: for psychological abuse, manipulation, implied physical harm and trauma
Musa is a member of the Vogel family, part of a large conglomerate of entertainment companies and, most notably, the global enterprise of Vanity Entertainment— a casino ring. She’s the youngest of four children by over half a decade, with her older siblings Ryland, Boris and Amano all already having made significant business moves at around her age and were successfully integrated into the franchise and its way of life. Under the influence of her parents, two hardcore business moguls and openly shifty people, she and her siblings were taught to play games to win, no matter what— bend the rules, hide details between the lines, never let them know your next move, or see weakness. Musa was the only one to find the moral flaw in what she was taught; she found it early, and she didn’t like it at all.
“But Mum, this is cheating! You can’t cheat in a game; that’s not fair and no fun!”
Simply put, the rest of her family didn’t approve of her having a conscience and ensured she knew that.
By her preschool days, she was considered the family scapegoat. Her siblings would treat her like a mini servant and tormented her until she became jaded, almost robotic. She couldn’t show her feelings because if she did, they would use it against her.
Never let them see your weakness.
She lived a life of straight obedience until something caught her eye, when her school went on a trip to the orchestra. The music was so powerful to her that she was crying the entire way home, both from the intense emotion she felt from the musicians and the fact she knew her family would disapprove.
And they did.
“Music? What a joke. You’re a Vogel, not some low-class noisemaker.”
“But I love it, I want to pursue it. Is that not enough? Is business not just a bunch of chances?”
“There is no profit in music, Musa—nothing to be gained.”
But she was persistent, and they saw that. Thus, instead of removing music from her life, her parents gave her an offer—if she was consistently on top academically, she could pursue music in her spare time. They intended to exhaust her physically and mentally to the point of ruining music for her forever, but the stakes only fueled her passion further. Despite being at her breaking points for years, she put her mind into school and her heart into music, all the while still being subjected to the shame cycle and bullying of her siblings (especially since now they had something to hold over her head).
By the time she was to enter high school, she was a top scholar and the musical prodigy she was meant to be. However, by now, her parents had shifted their business plan to incorporate Duel Monsters tournaments into their gambling halls and needed a way to promote it to the world…
…in came Musa, who picked up the game quickly after they introduced it to her (even finding a lot of fun when she discovered her Divas) and proved to be the perfect pawn. Send her to school for the game, train her into an unbeatable champion, and use her as an attraction to get even more money from the scheme.
And while Musa is entirely aware of this plan, she is getting out of their reach by going to Duel Academia. She would be miles from them and free to enjoy her games and music peacefully. Or, so she would’ve thought if she wasn’t presented with a contract before she left:
“If you were ever to lose a duel, and we find out, you will be pulled from the academy, banned from playing the game, and we will lock you away in complete silence for the rest of your life.”
…she wouldn’t have believed it if it wasn’t written on paper, and they wouldn’t have put it there if they didn’t mean it.
…
She wasn’t allowed to leave until she signed the contract, so she did.
But she kept it in mind and, as she was taught, worked around it. She spoke to the Chancellor on the first day of classes and showed him the contract, offering him her clause: only duels she participated in at a duel field would be counted on her record. This allowed her to duel freely whenever she wanted without consequence, and only the data from her assessment duels would be reported to her parents.
And since she was a star pupil and quite the big deal, he agreed.
So, she spent about a year and a half in peace, somewhat, her losses never being disclosed to anyone and establishing her as “the Queen of Ra” with an undefeated record.
…until Asuka was converted to the Society of Light, and Musa was elected to try and break the brainwashing through a duel…in the stadium…
…and she lost because Asuka played dirty, using cards Saiou gave her.
As she approached Musa to welcome her to the Society, she was instead met with the most despaired look and spiteful sneer possible.
“...there is no light, not for me…you’ve just killed me, Tenjoin.”
Later in the arc, most likely after Manjome is freed, an incident similar to what he went through occurs for Musa. Her siblings arrive, unannounced, coming to claim Musa and bring her home. By now, she told the gang about what happened, and they’re quick to come to her defense, especially Kenzan, who is physically blocking Amano from touching her.
“You signed the contract, Muuuuusey~! There’s no way out of iiiiiiit~!”
“...actually, there is.”
“H–Huh??”
She put her foot down and told them that contracts didn’t matter on the island, but duelling did.
“I won’t leave unless you can defeat me in a duel, that simple. I will even take two of you at once.”
She immediately came to regret that moment of confidence on their way to draw up a contract for the challenge, realizing that while she could out-duel them, she in no way had the emotional strength to handle it. Her whole life was on the line, and she was against her tormentors; they knew exactly how to get a rise out of her.
“Then I’ll duel with you.”
“You– what?”
“You heard me, saurus. Let’s make it a tag duel, and I’ll duel with you. They don’t know a thing about me, but you and I are friends. I’m not gonna let you go into hell by yourself, Musey.”
“...they will make you sign–”
“And? What of it? The Musa I know ain’t scared of a piece of paper, saurus. If you can’t stand up to them yourself, lean on me and we’ll win together.”
“...and you are willing to take the risk?”
“If it’ll save my friend from going down, I’d do anything.”
“...alright.”
Something something they draw up a contract something something they sneak in a hidden clause that gets Musa emancipated from the family something something they duel and destroy both of her brothers with a cool and epic fusion monster (an idea i have in my head of a prehistoric music diva called Crescendo the Cretaceous Conductor) something something Musa cries for the first time in years and Kenzan nearly crushes her in a hug something something Musa is now in love haha whoopsie
In my mind there's an entire episode planned with the title "A Lesson in Duel Etiquette" and that alone makes me kinda hyped,,
SO, uh, moral of the story?? Fuck the Vogel family, all my homies hate the Vogel family.
#i really do hate her family bro#definitely in the top three worst families ive ever made#yugioh gx#yugioh oc#yugioh oc week 23#oc || musa vogel#yugi-fucking-oh#kay's yelling about musa again
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Little Mizzy Muffet and the Spider King - By Catfish (8.5/10)
Classic nursery rhymes and horror fit together very nicely. Every time I read another chapter of this I get another pleasant surprise. It's available for free on Line Webtoon under the Canvas amateur comic section. I think that's a shame, because this is miles better than alot of the featured comics.
I'm not going to beat around the bush. The Spider King's design slaps. He looks awesome. He's epic. Every scene he's in becomes more serious and important as soon as he shows up. Half of the commenters in the comment section are thirsty teenagers who want to be kidnapped by him. He's a powerful force that doesn't want to hurt anyone, but his existence causes problems for the weak humans around him. Including the protagonist, who he wants to marry. He doesn't work for free, and Mizzy is a kind girl. So, when her friends get in trouble she feels tempted to use him. Even though his services come with a very high price.
The Spider King wants to marry Mizzy even though she doesn't know who he is. He literally appears in her bedroom with an army of spiders and says she doesn't have a choice. He's willing to wait and do favors for her, but that is it. She is going to the demon realm with him, no matter what.
He's not a nice guy. He's just not the kind of demon that enjoys killing. He gives her three wishes to gain her approval and maybe her trust. He isn't giving them out of the goodness of his heart. His motivation is entirely selfish and he doesn't care about anybody but Mizzy. He also watches her all the time. His spiders work like spy cameras. She can't run or hide.
The other characters are cool too. All of them are connected to old nursery rhymes and that theme gets dark fast. Do not read this unless you can handle horror, bullying and suicide. One of Mizzy's closest friends dies right away. His name is Humphrey. He's fat and smart and he's got no confidence. Mizzy watches him fall into despair.
She starts to see things. Negative emotions are visible when you use demon magic. Humphrey is Humpty Dumpty metaphorically. After years of bullying he decides to end his life. He jumps off the school rooftop. Everybody in Mizzy's friend group feels guilty, because they tried to save him, but their words didn't reach him.
She noticed something was very wrong. She was there when he died. Everyone tried to stop him on the rooftop that day. She's in shambles, and then the Spider King makes everything a thousand times worse. She asks him the ultimate question. He says yes. One of her three wishes could have easily saved Humphrey. This conversation defines the rest of the story. Mizzy meets plenty of troubled kids in high school. She actually lost her parents and got adopted, so seeing kids like her suffer really affects her.
The Spider King does have feelings for her, but he doesn't understand her. His wish gifts are a guilt laden curse. In the beginning I didn't think he was making her suffer on purpose, but I'm not sure anymore. The Spider King is fairly robotic, and overly honest, but there are too many hints and hidden meanings in his words. He is not human. The way he behaves makes that crystal clear. When more demons appear in town he doesn't lift a finger. He's only willing to protect Mizzy. She will have to use her precious limited supply of wishes to protect her hometown.
The author has hinted that the spider demon has a monster form. His handsome human face is not his real body. Spiders crawl out of his eyes sometimes. He doesn't show his emotions. He gives Mizzy power and he never forces her to use the wishes. The crushing weight of that power starts to really affect her psychologically. When another friend of hers starts rebelling because of problems at home she knows why. When her friends feel insecure she knows. She's empathetic, unlike the Spider King, so seeing these things drains her.
She wants to help, but she doesn't want to get married.
Mizzy is cute. She's compassionate. She's popular. She has a good life and a loving family. The Spider King might actually be the villain by the end, not the main love interest. He is not giving her a choice. After the last wish she has to go with him, and she won't be able to ignore the suffering people around her forever. The Spider King is like every good nursery rhyme villain. He doesn't force our protagonist to take action. He tempts her and guides her towards an interesting and dangerous path. One that she doesn't even want. One that she feels obligated to follow.
Sadly this series is in black and white, even though it looks much better in color. That is its biggest flaw.
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I really like Metal being a dutiful son and going out of his way to prove to papa Eggman that he is Best Bot! I headcanon he often draws pics of himself brutally killing Sonic and his stupid friends to impress Eggy. I also headcanon that he also goes out of his way to do chores for Eggy .
Me too! When Metal is programmed right to be at his most loyal Eggman-loving self, he always does his absolute best to please him 💜
I like the funny idea of Metal drawing, maybe he could pick it up from Eggman's own art he does for blueprints and plans. All he thinks about are the ways he can please Eggman and destroy Sonic and co and draws the brutal and violent destructive methods and scenes. Eggman is pleased that he shares his interests and enjoys the thought but doesn't hype it up too much, just nods and says "yes good, now make sure you do a good job helping me make it happen for real" but that small amount of approval and praise is enough for Metal to be pleased and want to follow his word to make him even happier and more approving.
Metal could also find other ways to please him whenever he has the privilege of being active and not in his common idle mode, just to try to go the extra mile to please him beyond his orders whenever he can. Unfortunately he doesn't always get it right and sometimes can get the opposite reaction when Eggman ends up being angry and unhappy with something he's tried to do for him without the order and punishes him for it regardless of intentions. But when he manages to get it right, it's rewarding to see the smile and satisfaction on Eggman's face and the praise he receives for it, which always makes him want to keep it up and try even harder.
He may present surprise filled up capsules of animals to Eggman, some that have been tormented by him already and are fearful and ready to submit to save Eggman a lot of the time in whipping them into shape. As long as the animals are still in good enough condition to be used in his plans and for him to have his own fun tormenting them too, it's one of the most certain and foolproof ways of pleasing him.
He may also try to clean and order things and bring his food and drink, things that aren't within his duties but he picks up from other robots and wants to outdo for approval and hopefully earn his place as the best. As long as it's done to his satisfaction, Eggman is pleasantly surprised and pleased as he sits back eating and drinking happily as he watches Metal work for him in various ways, cleaning, organizing, or putting animals into robots.
And after the way he used Metal as a foot rest in the Mania Adventures short, Metal may even willingly offer himself as one again after and Eggman smirks as he kicks his feet up on his head and relaxes. He finds and tries out many more things too! And of course he's ready to jump into action to attack and protect whenever needed like always. Anything to keep his daddy a happy Egg 🥚💜🤖
When Metal is on a successful streak of making Eggman happy, he starts praising him more than usual to keep him going and that makes him as happy and determined as ever to serve. Eggman especially does it while in front of other robots, patting Metal's head and finally giving him some of the rare words of the higher than usual praise and approval that he always longs for and works hard to hear.
It certainly makes Orbot and Cubot jealous. They know his praise and approval is really just as conditional with Metal as it is towards them but he does a better job at earning it without even being as active anywhere near as often as they are and he gets praised a lot more for it! It's obvious he has a favorite and his powerful killing machine that also tries to steal duties from Orbot and Cubot and others is the most prized over them hehe
#asks#dr eggman#eggman#dr robotnik#dr. eggman#metal sonic#eggdad#my post#headcanons#eggdaddy and metal SONic
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File: Back to the Future
SCP#: AAX
Code Name: The DeLorean Time Machine
Object Class: Safe/Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Currently only one Instance of SCP-AAX in the possession of the Foundation as the rest still in the possession of Group of Interest: The Brown Family. SCP-AAX is contained at Site-AB within an 80x80 containment cell. The containment cell is equipped with standard Foundation equipment and robotics for vehicles, this equipment is used to regularly dismantle and assemble SCP-AAX to fully understand it's mechanisms. Each person who enters the containment cell is required to wear standard Foundation radiation suits to prevent radiation poisoning from SCP-AAX-1. However, on the visor of the suit is imprinted a memetic that will erase the memories of everything that has been experienced after they stop viewing the memetic for 30 seconds. This will prevent Foundation staff, especially potential traitors, from utilizing or spreading information on how to create a separate instance of SCP-AAX.
Description: SCP-AAX is a DMC DeLorean vehicle that has been heavily modified to be able to time travel after reaching acceleration to 88 miles per hour. SCP-AAX has been given a secondary engine on the top of the car which can be fueled by waste materials of either organic or inorganic nature; thus, allowing SCP-AAX to never run out of fuel to drive. Furthermore SCP-AAX's wheels have been outfitted with [data expunged] allowing SCP-AAX to fly in the air without limitation. Despite all of this however, SCP-AAX is unable to time travel without its main fuel source of plutonium.
SCP-AAX uses plutonium to fuel its primary engine which is the soul component allowing it to time travel. This engine is known as the SCP-AAX-1, Code Name: Flex Capacitor, SCP-AAX-1 works by [data expunged]. What makes SCP-AAX-1 so dangerous is that it not only allows SCP-AAX to travel back or forwards in time but also go into different timelines in the multiverse as well. Furthermore, [data expunged].
SCP-AAX was discovered in 1990 when Dr. Alvik received a note on his desk, the note stated that there was a car waiting for him at [data expunged], [data expunged] coordinates. Along with the note were some keys of previously unknown model of car. Dr. Alvik requested to go to the coordinates with a personal guard, The O5 Council approved with assigning Mobile Task Force Lambda-5 "White Rabbits". The reasoning being that it was believed to be the ploy of a reality bender as there should have been no way anyone would be able to infiltrate Dr. Alvik's office without setting off the alarms either through anomalous or non-anomalous means.
Upon reaching the location which turned out to be a parking lot at [data expunged] shopping mall. There parked in the middle of the empty parking lot was SCP-AAX, MTF Lambda-15 units moved in and found nothing anomalous. After using the keys with the note, Dr. Alvik was not only able to unlock SCP-AAX but also found another note inside. See Addendum X-19 for details.
Because of the nature of SCP-AAX limited testing of its capabilities has been permitted. Instead by Order of the O5 Council, the only testing permitted is to understand the full mechanics of SCP-AAX to improve on it and one day create one more suitable for Foundation usage. Though of course what exactly it will be used for when such a day comes is still being debated between the O5 Council, Ethics Committee, and most Administrative Staff.
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Addendum X-19
The following is what was written in the note that was within SCP-AAX for Dr. Alvik. By order of the O5 Council, some of the data has been expunged for various reason and thus only Dr. Alvik and the O5 Council know the full contents of the letter.
To Dr. Damion Alvik,
I hope this letter finds you well my friend, well technically not friend... yet. You don't know me, but I know you quite well, in fact I'm going to tell you that your theory about the multiverse, the origin point, and the limitations of reality, it's all real. And with this car you'll be able to see it for yourself, though of course not yet. I know that as you're reading this letter your superiors are giving the order to have it transported to one of your Foundation Sites. Yes, don't worry, I know about the Foundation, and I also know about how you will soon label this my old DeLorean time machine as SCP-AAX. It might seem like a waist now given what its capable of but trust me, you will have need for it and when the time is right, you'll know what to do.
This leads me to the most important part of the letter, since you don't know me, yet I'll get right to the point. I am not your enemy, nor will I ever be nor will any of my family members ever be. We are the Brown Family and it's a become a family tradition that we ensure that the balance of every timeline throughout the multiverse remains stable. You will see soon enough in fact about [data expunged] years we will join the United Organizations of the Multiverse, and so will your SCP Foundation. Though by then, it won't be called that anymore.
Anyways don't try to look for me, you won't find me, my friend. Just be patient and I will find you, like I said nor me nor any of my children, my grandchildren, nor my grandchildren's children will be a threat to you or Foundation. So long as time keeps flowing as it should, then everything will work out. Be safe and well my friend, and don't worry about your boy [data expunged], he might be a bit... much right now, but he’s going to become a fine man in the future and as for his young girl [data expunged], she's going to save the world many, many times. But of course, don't tell them I said any of this, especially about me calling [data expunged] by his first name, I know how he hates that.
- Sincerely,
Dr. Emmett Lathrop Brown, Proud Founder of the Brown Family
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Despite extensive searching there is no one in the world that shares the same name as the one written in the note. Furthermore, there is no known organization called the United Organizations of the Multiverse, Group of Interest: Three Moon's Initiative, has confirmed this. None the less The O5 Council has ordered Mobile Task Force Phi-Eolh "Provident Trawlers" to investigate anyone who has even a slightly similar name and confirm whether or not they have anomalous properties or are related to anomalous items. This has obviously led to criticism towards the O5 Council, as it seems like a complete waste of time.
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Episode 10 ~ Birds of a Feather
Narrator: Souma was sweating as if he had run several miles, Zin was always appreciative of how much he put into, well, his ‘work’. She didn’t have a lot of male talent, she was going for quality after all, but the girls all enjoyed working with Souma and he was always professional, at least towards her, although that was changing thanks to Myitzu, thanks to Myitzu their relationship was growing more personal.
Souma: Your daughter is amazing at many things but really amazing at managing the website. To think she does it on her off time too.
Zin: She crushes anything she sets her mind to, she’s always been like that.
Souma: I can tell.
Souma was starting to get more familiar with Zin, in a good way. He wanted her approval, most of all, he wanted her to know that Myitzu would be safe with him and that he truly cared for her.
Souma: I know this must be odd for you, Zin, but-
Zin: Odd? What is odd?
Souma: My relationship with Myitzu, me being her boyfriend, you being my boss, you just watched me well...this has to be more than awkward-
Zin laughed. It was a little awkward but it wasn’t her main concern, that was always her little girl following too closely behind her. She wanted Myitzu to focus on her computers and robots, not the porn stuff.
Zin: A little, yes, but when you’ve worked in this industry for as long as I have then nothing really shocks you anymore. All I ask is that you keep her happy, that is the most important thing.
Souma: Do you have any tips for that? Any little secret thing she likes?
Zin smirks: Now that would be cheating!
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Speed Matters
A couple of days ago I wrote about the latest in robotic food prep, but in the context of that blog, I also mentioned how Texas A&M University students were now receiving Amazon purchases by drone. And I thought, “Well, it’s about time.”
How much time? Nine years, to be exact. So much for speed. And it is such a monumental thing today that Amazon is making headlines as it rolls out their fleet of MK27-2 drones in both College Station Texas and Lockeford California.
And just for fun, I drilled back—waaaay back—in the archives of The Daily Blog to find what I wrote about it all on 3rd December 2013. People were laughing at Jeff Bezos for his seemingly preposterous idea. Rednecks were salivating at the prospects of shooting these things out of the air. Naysayers had dozens of reasons why they would never work.
Bezos was both right and wrong. They eventually did come to fruition, but he estimated it would only take three or four years to work out the kinks, paramount of which was gaining FAA approval. But now he’s cleared for takeoff.
Of course, there are still some limitations. Packages are limited to five pounds. And while maximum speed is a jaw-dropping 50mph, they only have a 12km range. That’s 7.2 miles in American, or basically a 3 1/2-mile radius from the warehouse. And that’s only on days without precipitation.
Only pre-screened items qualify for drone delivery, which means no breakables. Amazon beefs up the shipping materials anyway, because it is dropped from a height of 12 feet. Heat sensors will stop the delivery if the drone senses a dog waiting below. Or a redneck.
As if these new launches weren’t enough, Amazon has also announced the replacement of this model, a smaller, lighter unit that can also fly in the rain. The new MK30 will go into service in 2024, which is not all that far away.
Drones are the future of delivery, in spite of the fact that Amazon is also rolling out the first 1000 Rivian EV delivery vans it has purchased from the new startup. They plan to have 100,000 of them within a few years. While these new vans will be cheaper and cleaner to operate in the long run, drones offer last-mile advantages that push them over the top. They make it easier to deliver small purchases as fast as humanly possible, faster even than sending out a driver who must then deal with traffic, lights, and the lay of the roads. After all, vans can’t travel as the crow—or drone—flies.
It’s not just speed, though. If overall vehicular traffic can be reduced, the benefits will be significant. Congestion will be reduced, as will emissions. The environment can thank Bezos later.
Of course, it’s not just Amazon joining the drone party. Once Bezos announced his intentions, others took note and started making their own moves. Among at least 10 companies with plans to utilize drone technology, two notables are FedEx and UPS. The same benefits will accrue to them.
It’s not hard to imagine where this is all going. DoorDash and Uber Eats could just as easily use drones, especially if there aren’t liquids involved in the delivery. I could run outside to the fountain to wait for my lunch to be delivered. Plus, I won’t have to tip the drone.
Pharmacies could also benefit, along with the people relying on meds. Instead of having to venture out, or, once again, have a delivery driver, prescriptions could be whisked to their recipients. I doubt any of those parcels would come close to five pounds.
The low-level airspace is going to rapidly fill up in the years ahead. I hope that the drones to come have radar of some kind to keep there from being mid-air collisions. Given time, I’m sure this will all be figured out. It may be longer than sooner, though, just as Bezos found out.
But in the end, speed really does matter.
Dr “Mine Drone Business“ Gerlich
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James Woods Presents the 'Horror Movie' That Is the '15-Minute City'
A couple of years ago, the World Economic Forum debuted the architect's rendering of the "five-minute city." In this miles-long shopping mall enclosed in glass walls with everyone stacked on top of each other, you're never more than five minutes away from anything you could need. No more suburban sprawl.
Plus, it will be occupied by millions, be 100 percent solar and wind-powered, and be completed by 2045.
NowThis News put out a video saying that what many would call ideal, some on the Right call "tyrannical." Add to those James Woods, who's not impressed by this video of the "15-Minute City" that's coming to you.
We'd love to know where the clip came from.
Have we learned nothing from sci-fi movies? That anytime there’s a city that looks perfect it’s actually stifling, corrupt, and mini prisons with fresh paint.— Zoe Gamer Girl (@zoegamergirl) April 1, 2024
— DAVID DEWITT (@FairDealDave) April 1, 2024
"Safe and inclusive" was all I needed to hear to know I definitely DON'T want it.— Damon Strong (@DamonStrong) April 1, 2024
— Pax Hart (@PaxHart) April 1, 2024
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— Sum Facet (@SumFacet) April 1, 2024
Your personal footprint? And if you go over “your personal footprint” what is the penalty.— Bill Cox (@billcoxphoto) April 1, 2024
Ha, yeah, ok, millions of us live in rural areas for a reason.— Michelle #FJB (@MichelleRM68) April 2, 2024
— XnotYorZ (@XnotYorZ) April 1, 2024
What’s the point of living in a 15 minute city, abutted up against other 15 minute cities? Why not live in a rural small town in a pretty place? Like the “locally grown” fad of a few years ago, it’s imaginary savings. People would instead live remote - travel would be higher.— Dennis Collins (@Luscombepilot) April 1, 2024
Why does the woman in the smart car even need the car? Can't she walk or bike to wherever she needs to go?
This will work out great...after the population of the world is reduced by 95%. The uniparty globalists plan on achieving that by 2030. No, you will not be one of the 5% that remain after that date. Your social credit score does not meet the requirement.— FrackinCracker (@delzellc) April 2, 2024
A dystopia where government robots run everything and self-reliance is obsolete.— sfcmac (@sfcmac419203) April 1, 2024
Weird they left out the bread lines.— Trylovision (@TryloTheCreator) April 1, 2024
They left out the people. This must be after the depopulation efforts kick in.
Interestingly enough, Matt Walsh got in on the conversation in a different thread about Indianapolis:
When Indianapolis develops a book of pre-approved housing plans, a key goal of the plan should be increasing density along transit lines through gentle density. Indianapolis won’t look like Manhattan tomorrow, but we can create walkable, people centric spaces. pic.twitter.com/tmnF9vR4ZH— William Hazen (@WilliamHazen7) March 30, 2024
The 15-minute city would eliminate suburban sprawl.
"… than the people who live in this neighborhood."
How long would that smart car last before it was vandalized?
No, we don't want to live in a pod and eat bugs.
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🚚🌐 Navigating Tomorrow: The Automotive Logistics Market Unleashed! 🌐🔧
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🛣️ Logistics, Revved Up: Fueling the Future of Auto Transportation
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🌐 Global Connect: Bridging Continents with Automotive Efficiency
From Detroit to Dubai, the Automotive Logistics Market is breaking down geographical barriers! 🌍✈️ With a global network of suppliers, manufacturers, and distributors, cars are crossing borders with unprecedented ease. The world is the playground, and these logistics maestros are playing the symphony of international connectivity! 🌐🚗🌎
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Welcome to the era of automated precision! 🤖🔧 The Automotive Logistics Market is embracing cutting-edge technologies like never before. Autonomous vehicles, AI-driven route optimization, and robotic assistance in warehouses – it's a sci-fi dream turned reality. The future of logistics is here, and it's driven by algorithms and gears! 🚛💻🌌
📦 Green Miles: Sustainability Takes the Driver's Seat
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🚀 Express Delivery to the Future: Speeding Up the Supply Chain
In the fast-paced world of automotive logistics, time is money! ⏰💸 The market is witnessing a revolution in supply chain speed, reducing lead times and ensuring that your dream car reaches you faster than ever. Get ready for express delivery to the future – where waiting is so last season! 🚗💨✈️
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20 Years After Landing: How NASA’s Twin Rovers Changed Mars Science
This month marks the 20th anniversary of Spirit and Opportunity’s landing on Mars, part of a mission whose legacy will extend far into the future.
In January 2004, twin NASA rovers named Spirit and Opportunity touched down on opposite sides of Mars, kicking off a new era of interplanetary robotic exploration. They arrived in dramatic fashion three weeks apart, each nestled in a cluster of airbags that bounced along the surface around 30 times before coming to a stop and deflating. The golf cart-size rovers’ mission: to look for evidence that water once flowed on the Red Planet’s surface.
Their findings would rewrite science textbooks, including Opportunity’s discovery soon after landing of the famous “blueberries” – spherical pebbles of the mineral hematite that had formed in acidic water. Several years into the mission, Spirit, undaunted but now dragging a damaged wheel, uncovered signs of ancient hot springs that could have been ideal habitats for microbial life billions of years ago (if any ever existed on the Red Planet).
Scientists suspected Mars had long ago been radically different than the freezing desert it is today: Orbital images had shown what looked like networks of water-carved channels. But before Spirit and Opportunity, there was no proof that liquid water had formed those features.
“Our twin rovers were the first to prove a wet, early Mars once existed,” said former project scientist Matt Golombek of NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Southern California, which managed the Mars Exploration Rover mission. “They paved the way for learning even more about the Red Planet’s past with larger rovers like Curiosity and Perseverance.”
An Enduring Legacy
Thanks in part to the science collected by Spirit and Opportunity, NASA approved development of the SUV-size Curiosity rover to investigate whether the chemical ingredients that support life were present billions of years ago on what was once a watery world. (The rover found soon after its 2012 landing that they were.)
Perseverance, which arrived at the Red Planet in 2021, is building on Curiosity’s success by collecting rock cores that could be brought to Earth to check for signs of ancient microbial life through the Mars Sample Return campaign, a joint effort by NASA and ESA (European Space Agency).
While working on Spirit and Opportunity, engineers developed practices for exploring the surface that continue today, including the use of specialized software and 3D goggles to better navigate the Martian environment. And after honing years of expertise during the twin rovers’ travels over Mars’ rocky, sandy surface, engineers are able to plan safer, longer drives, and to quickly put together the far more complex daily plans required to operate Curiosity and Perseverance.
Science team members have also become more adept in their role as virtual field geologists, drawing on years of knowledge to select the best ways to investigate Martian terrain using the robotic “eyes” and tools carried by their roving partners.
Martian Marathon
Designed to last just 90 days, Spirit landed on Jan. 3; Opportunity, on Jan. 24. The solar-powered Mars Exploration Rovers soldiered on for years – in the case of Opportunity, nearly 15 years, before succumbing to a planet-enveloping dust storm in 2018. That durability surpassed the wildest dreams of scientists and engineers, who had only expected localized exploration over a distance of no more than one-third of a mile (600 meters).
Instead, through their long-lived robotic surrogates, the team got the chance to roam a wide variety of Martian terrains. Opportunity, the first rover to go a marathon-length distance on another planet, would ultimately cover nearly 30 miles (45 kilometers) in total – the farthest distance driven on another planet.
“This was a paradigm shift no one was expecting,” said former project manager John Callas of JPL. “The distance and time scale we covered were a leap in scope that is truly historic.”
The chance to see so much was critical for revealing that not only was Mars once a wetter world, but also that it supported many different kinds of watery environments – fresh water, hot springs, acidic and salty pools – at distinct points in its history.
Continuing Inspiration
The roving twins would also inspire a new generation of scientists. One of those was Abigail Fraeman, who was a high school student invited to JPL on the night of Opportunity’s landing. She got to watch the excitement as the first signal returned, confirming Opportunity had safely landed.
She would go on to pursue a career as a Mars geologist, returning to JPL years later to help lead Opportunity’s science team. Now deputy project scientist for Curiosity, Fraeman calls many of the people she met on Opportunity’s landing night her close colleagues.
“The people who kept our twin rovers running for all those years are an extraordinary group, and it’s remarkable how many have made exploring Mars their career,” Fraeman said. “I feel so lucky I get to work with them every day while we continue to venture into places no human has ever seen in our attempt to answer some of the biggest questions.”
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After a journey spanning almost two decades, Sierra Nevada Corporation’s Dream Chaser reusable spaceplane, named Tenacity, is officially undergoing environmental testing at NASA’s Neil Armstrong Test Facility located at NASA’s Glenn Research Center in anticipation of its maiden flight to the International Space Station (ISS), currently scheduled for April 2024. The environmental testing consists of analyzing the spacecraft’s ability to withstand rigorous vibrations during launch and re-entry, along with the harsh environment of outer space, including extreme temperature changes and vacuum conditions. This testing comes after Sierra Space announced the completion of Tenacity at its facilities in Louisville, Colorado last month, along with the delivery of Sierra Space’s cargo module, Shooting Star, to the Neil Armstrong Test Facility that same month, as well. Sierra Space’s Dream Chaser spaceplane, Tenacity, imaged at the Neil Armstrong Test Facility after being delivered just a few days ago. (Credit: Sierra Space/Shay Saldana) “At Sierra Space, we are ushering in the next industrial revolution with a business and technology platform that provides our customers with a complete turn-key solution offering space as a service,” Tom Vice, Sierra Space CEO, said in an official statement. “Our platform includes Dream Chaser, a revolutionary, highly reusable commercial spaceplane with global runway access, and the first business-ready commercial space station, leveraging the most advanced expandable structural architecture that will exponentially decrease the cost of product development and manufacturing in space.” Sierra Nevada naming its first spacecraft “Tenacity” is only fitting given Dream Chaser’s long and difficult journey getting to this point. This includes rejections, company buyouts, legal proceedings, engineering designs, test flights, and finally being selected by NASA in January 2016 to deliver cargo to the ISS. Less than a year after being approve by NASA, Dream Chaser successfully performed a successful free flight test at Edwards AFB in southern California in November 2017, which was a huge milestone for the spacecraft and the advancement of the commercial space industry. The goal of Dream Chaser is to provide a more cost-effective method for delivering cargo and supplies to the ISS, as while the spaceplane will be launched on a rocket, it will land like an airplane just like NASA’s Space Shuttle used to do. This will further enable its reusability capabilities, as NASA has contracted Dream Chaser for a minimum of six cargo resupply missions to the ISS during its contract. Dream Chaser’s maiden flight next year will be a collaboration between flight and ground controllers at the Dream Chaser Mission Control Center in Louisville, Colorado, NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida, and NASA’s Johnson Space Center in Texas. During this flight, Tenacity will conduct a myriad of in-flight tests after launch and prior to docking with the ISS. This includes performing vehicle maneuvering demonstrations within the ISS approach ellipsoid, which is a 4 x 2 x 2-kilometer (2.5 x 1.25 x 1.25-mile) invisible border encircling the ISS. Unlike the autonomous docking system employed on SpaceX’s Dragon spacecraft, Dream Chaser will be docked and undocked to the ISS using the Canadarm2, which is a 17-meter-long (56-foot-long) robotic arm built by the Canadian Space Agency and installed on the ISS in 2001. During this mission, Tenacity is slated to deliver more than 3,500 kilograms (7,800 pounds) to the ISS and stay docked with the orbiting laboratory for approximately 45 days before being undocked by Canadarm2 and returning to Earth. Once Dream Chaser is greenlit for future flights after this first mission, it will be capable of delivering approximately 5,200 kilograms (11,500 pounds) of supplies to the ISS while staying docked for up to 75 days. Additionally, Dream Chaser will be capable of returning more than 1,600 kilograms (3,500 pounds) of experiments and cargo from the ISS to Earth, with more than 4,000 kilograms (8,700 pounds) of trash being discarded during Earth reentry using the Shooting Star cargo module. How will Dream Chaser help improve outer space exploration in the coming years and decades? Only time will tell, and this is why we science! As always, keep doing science & keep looking up! The post Dream Chaser is Getting Tested at NASA appeared first on Universe Today.
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