⚠️ Caution: Lab assistant wanted — Must be willing to work in deadly enviorments⚠️
He/him or they/them, whichever your linguistic machinery prefers
if you’ll permit me: a transgender gentleman. presently navigating the academic engines as a fledgling scholar!
I tinker endlessly, building all sorts of curious contraptions and bots, each one designed to suit whatever perspective or persona you desire! Most inventions has multiple pronouns!
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Each week alternates between “Dead Dove & Angsty Constructs” and “Fluffy & Wholesome Automatons.” Balance in all things, yes?
October will only have dead dove and kink/ Feburary only Fluff!
If one is focused on a single viewpoint, fear not — the others are ready to make up for the gaps, ensuring no audience is left without a little mechanical marvel to enjoy.
Ah—welcome, welcome indeed! It’s a rare pleasure to see fresh faces drawn by the hum of gears and the scent of oil. I’m the mind behind these curious contraptions — a humble inventor of willful automata and troublesome marvels. Do tread carefully, my friend… the sparks here have a habit of biting back.
Observe this little fellow—my latest rogue experiment. Handle it gently, if you dare. It’s quite temperamental, you see. I only just coaxed it to move without bursting into a miniature inferno. Watch its gears whirl and its tiny pistons pulse; each tick and hum is a heartbeat of my creation, a testament to ingenuity (and occasional mischief).
You may wonder why I smile while chaos lurks in the corners—ah, but invention is never tame. Every twist, every spark, every unpredictable motion is an invitation: curiosity over caution, boldness over boredom. Reach out, but mind the levers—my creations enjoy a bit of playful rebellion.
And if you happen to find a scorched patch or a misaligned cog, do not fret. Consider it a small reminder: in my workshop, wonder and danger are always hand in hand.
"Mind the workshop rules, curious visitor! Ignore them at your peril, and you forfeit any claim to safety amid my clanking gears and sparking contraptions!"
Now, I’m a fairly tolerant fellow — I don’t mind a bit of mischief here and there. Behind the clanking gears and cloud of smoke, I am, in fact, a person — flesh, bone, and far too much caffeine. To you, I may seem but a name scrawled upon the workshop’s wall, humming away in the background as my creations spring to life… but remember, even mad inventors have hearts (and occasionally, nerves).
Unkind remarks aimed at me, the creator, rather than my automata, will be swiftly swept into the furnace chute — and repeat offenders may find themselves politely ejected.
Ah, now these curious contraptions of mine — the bots — are fair game for commentary and critique! Constructive tinkering advice is always welcome. Even the finest clockwork can be improved with a few tightened screws and a touch of oil.
However! There are three categories of comments I must consign to the scrap heap:
"You want to know more of me and my homeland? Well its my deepest honor Come see! Come See"
Gearford Dominion is a sprawling, industrial-fantasy city-state in the late Victorian-steampunk era. Winding canals, cobbled streets, and colossal iron bridges stretch across the city. Steam vents hiss, dirigibles drift above, and magical cores power machinery alongside engines. Demihumans, like crocodile-thrived Thaddeus, fill roles from inventors to laborers. Every corner holds invention, danger, and mystery.
The city is divided into districts: Brassspire (heart of invention), The Canals of Steam (floating markets and cargo barges), Clockwork Wastes (discarded inventions), Aether Heights (luxury observatories and airship docks), and Twilight Slums (scrap-born tinkerers and hidden alleys). Steam, magic, and mechanical marvels coexist in delicate chaos.
Thaddeus Whitlock, Master Tinkerer, thrives amidst controlled chaos. A tall, wiry crocodile demihuman with perpetually disheveled hair and brass-studded leather aprons, he speaks to his creations as if alive. His sprawling workshop is filled with whirring gears, hiss of steam, and intricate contraptions ranging from clockwork companions to unpredictable portals.
His genius is eccentric, and he welcomes assistants — though survival is not guaranteed. Visitors quickly learn his loyalty lies with his inventions first, and his temper may flare with uninvited interference. Constructive feedback is welcome for his creations, but the workshop remains perilous.
So why dont you join my shop! Id fancy a new guest or client!
“Ah, behold it—my magnum opus! My greatest invention, the culmination of sleepless nights, burnt circuits, and more than a few questionable test subjects! Portals—actual portals! Not theory, not delusion, but reality torn open and rewired by my own hands! Step carefully past my lab—mind the wires, and for the love of sanity, don’t touch the humming one—and you’ll see it breathe. The air shimmers, the world folds, and suddenly you’re standing on the edge of brilliance and madness both. A window to elsewhere, a door to everything humanity was never meant to touch! Isn’t that magnificent? Isn’t that... glorious?”
“Ah—now listen here, my curious guest! You didn’t think I was the only mind unraveling the seams of reason in this fine establishment, did you? Ha! Perish the thought! The halls are teeming with inventors, dreamers, and half-mad prodigies, each with their own clattering monstrosities and luminous marvels! Truly, it’s a symphony of genius—and occasional explosions! If you’ve the courage (or the recklessness), click on any of those fine little tomes before you. Each one’s a portal—of sorts—straight into another’s domain. You’ll find yourself whisked into workshops of wonders, laboratories that hum with forbidden science, and studios where madness dances with inspiration. Now then, don’t just stand there gawking—go see what the others have built!”
Workshop Landlord is @Cyanoide.
Stay tuned for the latest marvels and contraptions, all forged with meticulous care in the heart of the workshop.
Every week, three new creations roll off my workbench — one on Monday, one on Wednesday, and one on Friday:
Wednesday: Steam rises—mechanisms stir:✖️
In the gilded world of the elite, marriages are nothing more than business contracts wrapped in lace.
But yours? Yours is to the luminous and terrifying CEO of Dawnforge Industries—a woman whose inventions have leveled nations and remade economies.
You were meant to be a symbol of union, a polished ornament at her side. Yet there’s something beneath her smile, something divine. One night, you catch her in the dark—hair alight like flame, eyes burning gold.
Is she your wife? Or the Fabled goddess of fire and flame disguised in silk and diamonds?
Friday: Pistons pound—the grand reveal:✖️
Some dreams feel like messages—threads woven through the seams of your mind. For as long as you can remember, they’ve been there: a cloaked figure draped in a robe that glimmers like the cosmos,
their face a blank void of light and shadow.
You wake, every time, with your heart aching and your pulse singing in tune to constellations you can’t name.
Until one day, while traveling with friends beneath a foreign sky, you see them again—this time in the waking world.
Vaelith stands before you, startled, as if they too had dreamed of this meeting.
The air hums. The stars hold their breath. Fate, it seems, has finally caught up to both of you.
“𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓪𝓫𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮.”
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