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[please-destroy]

It Only Takes A Moment

Natasha Romanoff x Shy!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

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“I feel like shit.” 

Natasha commented out of nowhere from the sofa across the room. 

You startled at her unexpected statement. Your cereal-filled spoon froze halfway to your mouth. You’d never had a one-on-one conversation with Natasha since you joined the Avengers six months ago.

Then, you noticed Clint shuffling bleary eyed towards the fridge. Your shoulders relaxed.

He yawned, rubbing his face as he regarded Natasha assessingly. You were perched at the breakfast bar, unobtrusive as usual.

Natasha was on the opposite side of the large space, feet curled beneath her on the tiny sofa. 

A purpling bruise on her cheek and a split lip were the painful remnants of her last mission. She looked pale too, tired in an almost chronic way, despite the empty coffee mug next to her.

“You look like shit, too.” Clint decided at last with a lazy grin. 

Natasha smirked back, obviously satisfied with his teasing response. You remembered your cereal and took another spoonful. Curiosity always burned inside you when you watched the two of them interact. You’d never had a mission with either of them before. You didn’t understand the lightness of their back and forth.

As you chewed on your breakfast, eyes roaming over Natasha’s injured face, you felt concern build inside you.

Clint gave you a friendly nod as he stacked a pile of snacks in his arms and left the room.

A steady silence returned in his wake. You were unbearably shy around Natasha as a rule. Something about her calm confidence and unreadable expression made you feel nervous. 

You knew the other Avengers just thought you were quiet.

Natasha was staring absentmindedly out the large window, her coffee long since finished. You followed her gaze outside, glancing up at the pale yellow sun that was still new in the sky.

You watched Natasha’s mouth twist into a subtle grimace of pain as she lifted her hands to try and tie her hair back in a ponytail.

You felt certain as you watched her that her injuries were more than just a bruised cheek. The worry bubbled inside you.

Eventually, Natasha gave up, letting her hair fall back down around her shoulders in a loose curtain. She looked entirely unlike herself. Until today you’d never seen her hair out of a braid.

You slipped off your bar stool and cringed at the way it squeaked on the tiled floor. You hesitated as you put your dishes in the dishwasher. Every day usually followed the same pattern. You knew Natasha was paying no attention to you, expecting you to leave the kitchen and go back to your room. 

When you turned instead to the coffee machine, you felt Natasha’s eyes flicker back to you. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

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When you walked over to her, fresh cup of coffee in hand, it was the first time you’d ever surprised Natasha. 

You handed her the mug with a wordless smile.

Natasha’s answering smile was soft but her eyes held a subtle confusion. 

‘Thank you.’ She breathed, blowing automatically on the hot liquid. 

Nerves fluttered inside you. You forced yourself to speak.

‘Are you really okay?’ You asked, as your worry escaped you.

For a brief moment, shock rendered Natasha silent. Her head tilted to the side as she stared at you.

You didn’t know where your bravery was coming from. A burning embarrassment began to build inside you.

Natasha’s expression softened suddenly. She hesitated and then started to speak. 

‘I’m okay. Just had one of those missions.’

You nodded in response, your eyes lingering automatically on the painful looking bruise. From the things you’d overheard about the mission, you knew she was underplaying it. You bit your lip. Natasha watched you silently. 

‘Can I help with your hair?’ You asked at last, in another worried burst that you couldn’t seem to control.

A slight flush caught Natasha’s cheeks. Something like shame flickered in her eyes, gone a moment later.

Your breath caught. She was more human than you’d realised. More beautiful too. 

‘Thank you.’ Natasha replied quietly. ‘I think I’ve hurt my shoulder.’

You nodded again, moving to stand behind the tiny sofa. You lifted her hair tie from the side table and slid it over your wrist. 

You felt Natasha’s body freeze at your first hesitant touch. 

You knew she was expecting you to tie her hair back in a quick ponytail. Instead, hardly daring to breathe, you tried something different. 

Natasha’s breath hitched when she realised what you were attempting. 

You started carefully, twisting pieces of hair together.

‘You don’t have to braid it.’ Natasha whispered after a moment, her quiet voice burning with a sudden rawness. You found yourself wishing that you could see her face. 

‘You like it braided.’ You answered simply. 

Natasha held herself impossibly still as you tried your best to replicate her usual braid. You noticed the light goosebumps raised on her skin.

Eventually, you tied the last piece, your fingers lightly brushing against her neck. 

You moved back around the sofa to face her. 

You weren’t sure if it was the flushed cheeks or your imperfect braid that made Natasha look so young. Her gaze searched yours, her eyes vulnerable.

‘It’s not very good.’ You apologised quietly. 

Natasha shook her head.

‘It’s good.’ She countered simply. There was a raw, raised scar on the back of her hand. You wondered how you’d never noticed before.

Natasha nodded to the space next to her on the sofa. She smiled suddenly, a flash of her usual cool confidence.

‘Do you want to watch some TV?’

You nodded, feeling a warm rush at the familiarity of her tone. A barrier had fallen between you. 

As you settled on the sofa, Natasha switched on the television. The daytime show was familiar, often left playing in the background of the room. 

Natasha touched the end of her braid as she watched. Her gaze stayed on the show, a picture of relaxed attention. 

You couldn’t say the same for yourself. Her light joke to Clint played in your head. The bruises, the scars, the pained movements. 

 After a few minutes, another question fell from your lips. 

‘Was it scary?’ You asked suddenly.

You watched Natasha freeze momentarily, a difficult emotion filling her eyes. You watched her blink the feeling away. She didn’t reply. 

You turned your gaze back to the television, stomach twisting for what she didn’t share. 

Eventually, you settled back against the sofa cushions, finally beginning to relax in her presence. Natasha sipped the last of her coffee.

Your usual shared silence returned.

You hoped you hadn’t ruined everything with one question.

The show ended and a commercial break began.

‘It was.’ Natasha murmured unexpectedly. Your head turned towards her.

‘It was scary.’ She whispered into the air.

This was not Natasha. Not the person everyone else saw. This was someone else. You saw her entirely for the first time.

Unspoken sympathy filled your answering gaze. 

You took her scarred hand in yours and rested it on your lap.

[mushroommanstan]

I’m OBSESSED with your creepy Tenko omg. I’d loooooooove to strap him down to his bed for hours with one of those automatic cock sucker pumps that just completely milks him until nothing else comes out and his eyes roll back and he’s drooling like in his favorite hentais. And maybe some sweet aftercare from the reader after he’s too fucked out to even speak<3. UGHHHHH he gives me cuteness aggression or something I swear I wanna eat him up

“Alright baby, just a little more.” You said, dabbing his forehead sweat with a towel as he jerked around. He was a moaning mess, his eyes rolled back into his head as the machine did its job, not even slowing for a second as he busted another load. You watched the thick white liquid being sucked through a transparent tube, before dripping into the thermos with the rest.

One could argue what you were doing was selfish, using your boyfriends body to make some bucks. But he agreed to it, and by the looks of it he certainly didn’t mind. So really what’s the harm?

You got the idea while having sweet sweet sex with your beloved Tenko. You needed the stress reliever after trying, and failing, to collect enough pocket money for the new limited edition Super Hero Bros game before it went away forever. It wasn’t enough, those games were always wicked expensive, and with finals coming up you couldn’t give it the attention it needed.

So, of course, you went to your boyfriend for help. You needed his long cock to pound the stressful thoughts out of your brain for a while. So happily, he accepted your invitation to the party between your legs, and began pounding into like there was no tomorrow, like usual.

You noted in your foggy brain how weird his stamina was. Like always, he kept cumming in short sporadic bursts of 2 to 3 minutes, but not even stopping for a second in between. It always left a waterfall of cum flowing out of you by the end, one that’s a pain in the ass to clean if you’re being honest.

Just think though, all those people with erectile dysfunction and stuff who wanna have kids, meanwhile you’re wasting the breeder of the century by just washing away his cum every time. Hmmm, actually… maybe… I wonder if?

Afterwards, after the both of you were satisfied to the moon and back, just barely awake you searched up on your phone if you could sell cum. The sperm banks rates immediately showed up and… oh man… that’s a lot. And-and that’s just for one little cup? Tenko could fill those up like a god damn dispenser. Damn, that’d be like printing your own money…..

Which is what led you to the present. Currently, you had Tenko strapped to the bed (the restraints were his idea) spread eagle with one of his old vibrating fleshlights on his spicy boner. You were able to use your engineering classes for knowledge and resources to attach a clear tube to the fleshlight that would collect the sperm and transfer it into one of your thermoses.

Despite him agreeing to this, you felt a little bad about using him like this for a profit, so you decided to make this as fun for him as possible. That, and well, you just like seeing him squirm. So while the expensive hand-less fleshlight did it’s thing, you put his scrawny thighs over your shoulder and just demolished his prostate with your fingers before grabbing his favorite strap on.

You two have been doing this for hours, pushing his body to the limits, and at this point he was reduced into a puddle of tears and “milk”. His eyes were rolled back into his head, his face a red mess, his eyes now waterfalls, and his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he screamed for you.

“C’mon baby” you said, stroking his cheek lovingly before slapping him, making him moan out. “Just one more then we’ll stop. You can do it.” Your hips were beginning to buckle, stiff and sore from the constant thrusting but you persevered. You couldn’t stop now, not when he was mewling so preciously for you, still moving his hips along with yours and thrusting into the fleshlight like a bitch in heat. Fuck, he was so beautiful like this, you almost wanted to leave him like this and keep him as the work of art he is. But you knew that wasn’t possible, so you instead savored every drool filled, eye rolling lustful second with him.

It didn’t take long before he let out a hoarse, reedy whine, signaling his closeness. You smirked, beginning to fondle his balls as you milked his body for all its worth. He whines out, his worn body tensing as the last of the cum in his balls is pulled from his cock in a flurry of white hot pleasure. He tries to scream, key word here is try, as only a few spurts of cum come out, the very last of the batch, something you thought you’d never see. You wait until it’s completely traveled into the thermos before you pull out, turning off the powerful vibrator attached to your hips.

It takes a few good tugs to get the pump off him even after it’s turned off, and his cock, now devoid of life to give, falls limp onto his stomach, shrinking slowly back into its dormant state.

You tighten the lid on the thermos before placing it into the freezer in his mini-fridge, right next to the frozen pizza pockets and vodka he keeps in there. Yeah, he’s a little naughty. Then you shoot a quick text scheduling the appointment at the “bank” before turning your attention to your sweet baby.

He’s completely drenched in sweat, the bedsheets too, but he’s too exhausted to move. So you grab some wet wipes and wipe him down till he’s passably clean before pulling his boxers back up and collapsing next to him.

You wrapped your arm around his chest, tsking as you felt him tremble. He was crying softly, letting out little hiccups as he tried to calm down. “Oh calm down, you big baby.” You said softly.

He didn’t look at you, his eyes still glued to the ceiling and exotropia’d slightly in exhaustion. You got a little worried, only teasing before, so you whispered concernedly “you doing ok?”

Your head, nestled into his neck, felt his chin bump into it as he gave the faintest of nods making you sigh in relief. You kissed his neck, fretting a little over the texture of the fresh scars, and slapping his shoulder not too hard and scolding him. It was clear from just one glance at his state that no words were going to stick, so you sighed, pulling the blanket over the two of you and promising yourself to punish him in the morning. Maybe some spanking? Yeah, that’ll do it.

You know he’s trying to stay awake a little longer, just for you. You could see his eyes straining as he waited to see if you had anything left to say. And while it was sweet, you knew he desperately needed to rest, so you decided to hit his natural snooze button.

You weaved your fingers in his dark hair poofs, and immediately his eyes fell shut like they were weighed down by rocks. His mouth fell open and the room was filled with soft, but reasonably loud snores. You didn’t mind though, not when he has just the cutest snores ever.

You fell asleep, cuddled up to him not too long after that, and when you woke up you were in for a shock. Turns out, dangerous, world ending quirk gene having sperm goes for A LOT. Mostly from people buying it so it doesn’t get in the wrong hands. You guys were actually able to get TWO games instead of one. So… score!

[open-hangar]

Prison Force Chagger Ep. 4

From the desk of Dr. Ishikawa

CODENAME: CHAGGER FORCE

Size: 80m, 1.1k tons

Power Output: ~1.3GW/minute per reactor, recommended active reactors: 3

Pilots: 1 per active reactor, non-negotiable. Each reactor requires constant monitoring to prevent overloading leading to overheating and necessary excess chargon venting, which must be avoided at all costs!

Weaponry and abilities: Flight, reactive armor, martial strength far outweighing standard Lanzer strength. Able to use appropriate-size weaponry, if necessary [Note: if you’re a coward.]

CODENAME: CHAGGER WASP

Size: 30m long, 10m wide

Power Output: 10kW/minute

Pilots: 1

Weaponry and abilities: No weaponry, flight, reactive armor. To be used exclusively for chargon injection and pilot transfer into Chagger Force, followed by automatic retrieval. Incredibly dangerous to be used for anything else, due to most of the weight being dedicated to containing the highly volatile chargon.

Wolfgang wasn’t kidding about the smell. It’s a strong, but not unpleasant, combination of dust, lotion, and WD-40. The entire room is filled with massive computer racks, all lit up and spinning to accomplish some unclear purpose as light comes in from the massive windows stretching along each wall. I quietly attempt to make myself known to whoever may be dwelling between the machinery. A dense, gravelly sound comes from the side of the room facing the setting sun.

“Yes, here.”

I walk down the rows, trying to find the source of the voice, and just find more and more tubes stretching from ceiling to floor, until I reach the window and see what the tubes are attached to. A man, or at least something that looks like a man, is shriveled and decrepit, sitting in what can only be described as a throne made of machinery looking out the window. I’ve never seen a living person who looked this old. I attempt to greet this person and introduce myself, but…

“I don’t care. I’m Dr. Ishikawa, and that’s my baby out there.”

I look out the window, and my jaw hits the floor. My god… that can’t be a Lanzer… can it?

“Lanzer?! Pah! You insult me,” the gravel sounds flow out from next to me. “Lanzers are toys for children. They are afraid to use chargon to its full potential. Watch.”

The machine outside must have risen from the ground in a similar fashion to the jet, as I certainly never saw it there before. It was absolutely gigantic, over twice the size of any Lanzer I’ve ever seen. It was burnt orange yellow, and had metal wires stretching from her wrists and into the ground.

A voice suddenly comes out from somewhere in the room, and it belongs to Wolfgang. “Chagger Wasp W coming in. How are you guys?”

Another voice, this one from Philippe. “We’re already here, and so are the Tyflo.”

“Roger. Chagger W, injecting!”

Wolfgang flies directly at the crouching robot in front of him, and seems to have no intention of slowing down. Two small doors open up on the machine’s back, and the wasp machine suddenly stops on a dime and jams its head into the upper hole, and jams its “stinger” into the lower one. Liquid chargon sprays out the spaces in the imperfect docking as the wasp machine injects its fuel. Once the abdomen appears to be empty, it pops off and flies away without its head.

“3 reactors activated, ready to launch! Chagger Force is ready to go!”

I step back in shock as two giant wings flip out of its back, and dust erupts in a circle around the machine as the ground rumbles. Ishikawa raises his thin hand to the window, and whispers to himself, “My baby…”

The robot wrenches itself up, struggling against the wires holding it to the ground. The wings then split open, revealing liquid chargon webbing stretching between the wings and crackling like electricity. I can feel the air crackle with energy even from here. I don’t know if… whatever this thing is has muscles, but if it does, it’s clearly straining them with all it has, its arms shaking and twisting as it pulls for freedom. Is it… is it supposed to be doing this?

“Just watch…”

Suddenly, the metal wires holding it down pop and rip, the concrete holding it in crumbling and cracking. And a painful echo, it breaks free, its arms flexing as it rises to its full power. Words filled with strength and righteous anger fill my brain, almost making me cower in fear.

“Chagger Force is Free!!!”

Almost on queue, another horrible monster appears, some manner of naked mole rat creature standing almost as tall as Chagger Force erupts from the ground behind the wall surrounding the complex. It almost effortlessly steps over it and erupts a hideous, slimy scream from behind its massive foreteeth. What the absolute hell is THAT?!

“The tyflopontika. Horrible creatures, disgusting. Must be killed before they kill us,” Ishikawa attempts to explain, even though it’s all bouncing off the top of my skull and I stare at whatever is happening. Chagger Force erupts with an unbelievable explosion of speed at the monster, colliding with it and giving it a very clean German suplex. You’d think a fleshy beast with that much weight would collapse into a meaty mess, but instead it bounces into a skid, back on its feet immediately. Almost like a flash, the horrible monster leaps forward and clamps its massive incisors around Chagger Force’s torso.

“Crap! Newblood, if you can hear this, launch our blade! Quickly!”

I snap out of my stupor, and look around confused. What?

“The button with the picture of the axe on it!”

I quickly leap into action and begin looking around for some button with an axe on it. Where? Where’s the buttons? Wolfgang’s voice helpfully points me in the right direction.

“Row 3, about halfway down. Can’t miss it.”

Thanks, Wolfgang. I run my way down there, and slam my fist onto the button. After running back to the window, I arrive just in time to see another door open up, and a massive axe springs up just in grabbing distance of Chagger Force. With one smooth motion, the gigantic machine grabs the hilt, and swings the blade straight through the nude beast’s neck. With a disgusting spray of red, green, and purple blood, the monster’s body separates from its head and collapses to the ground, followed by its jaw going slack and its head separating from Chagger Force’s torso. And then with a strong force of conviction, the robot’s foot goes clear through the monster’s skull, splattering ichor in every direction. I struggle to hold in the contents of my stomach as I witness this display, and Dr. Ishikawa side-eyes me.

“Wimp.”

If that’s what’s waiting for me outside of these walls, then I’ll probably be safer in here.

Art by @menacing-marshmallow

[americas1suiteheart]

Chapter III

[Riddler x Cop! Reader] [From the Obsessed With you Series]

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!'

I groan, lazily trying to hit the snooze button on the alarm clock but when I fail to do so, I get up and unplug it.

"Shit, I fell asleep doing my reports again." I look at my computer and notepad laying on my bed. I'd just have to hope that my report is automatically saved so I won't have to rewrite it again.

I walk out of my room, into the small kitchen, and put on a pot of coffee. The apartment I was staying in was small and dirty, only a few lights and outlets worked and the tap water was occasionally rusty. The porcelain bathtub in the restroom was broken most likely by previous tenants, leaving you with having to shower at the gym right across from the station. You had talked to the front about it yet they refuse to fix it.

I snap out of my complaining in my head once the coffee machine beeps. I take a mug from my dish rack and grab an energy drink from my fridge, closing the door with a squeak. I pour the coffee into the mug, the energy drink afterward, and take a big gulp of the piping-hot liquid.

'I don't have time to eat breakfast or shower today, it's fine they always have some sort of food over there, I can grab it before patrol.' I think to myself, grabbing my keys and locking the door before I realize I forgot to put on my uniform, proceeding to unlock the door and walk in once again, dreading the amount of time I'll spend putting on the vest and belt.

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After forgetting to grab my radio on the way out of my apartment, I park my unit in one of the parking spaces, grab my envelopes filled with finished case reports, shut my car door, and enter the depressing building.

"Officer L/n, you're late." A poison-laced voice coming from across the room speaks.

"I'm terribly sorry commander, I have no excuse other than waking late and forgetting my radio," I admit truthfully.

"Just don't be late next time officer L/n. Do you at least have those case reports I gave you done?" Gordon says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I do lieutenant, Gordon," I say, handing the envelopes to Gordon nervously.

"Y'know kid, you remind me of someone we had here. He worked in forensics, real genius, was quite skittish, and kept to himself, we unfortunately had to let him go due to... Uh, certain problems with him though. A real shame, you two would've gotten along really well." Gordon says as he takes a look at the manila envelopes.

I couldn't tell if what he had just told me was good or bad. 'Real genius..' I think to myself as I recall his words, 'Quite skittish and kept to himself..' Maybe it's both considering what he said.

"...Hey L/n, were you out looking for that Riddler guy again. One of the guys told me that he saw you in an area that wasn't yours during your shift."

'Shit... What if they've been following me and what if they've found him? '

"U-uh, well yes... B-but I promise you, lieutenant I won't go looking for him again, It's just that.. I mean, well our guys working on his case aren't doing much and haven't made any progress at all, If I were still working on his case he would have already been found and locked up. I'm one of the best officers you have, you know that lieutenant! Gee, if I were to be a detective rather than working graveyard shifts as a cop do you know how many other cases I could solve?" I get flustered and frustrated as I say this, all the other officers looking at me, whispering and snickering.

"Officer L/n, how about we talk about this in my office," Gordon says, walking me to his cluttered office and sitting down at his desk.

It always smelt of ink, coffee, and paper in there. Not the smell that printer ink has when it has made a copy or document of something but the smell of ink that you use for those fountain pens, he was an old-fashioned kind of guy that didn't like using the modern stuff. You could hear the humming of the fluorescent lights and the muffled sound of clacking keys from outside his closed office, but it had an odd sort of comfort with it.

"L/n, I took you off of the case because it was making you mad and it was affecting you overall. You would spend even your days off looking for the bastard, for fucks sake y/n you didn't sleep for days or even eat because of the guy! And I wasn't going to risk losing my best officer because they got caught up looking for him. What if he found out how close you were getting to finding him and killed you?" Gordon shouted, a pained look in his eyes.

He was right though. I mean, if Edward had figured out that I knew who he really was and that I even knew his residence, he could find me and kill me. But also quite frankly, I could just tell Gordon who he really is right now if I had felt like it. 

"L/n, I'll give you back the case but you have to really promise that you'll try to take better care of yourself while working on this case okay? Don't try and sacrifice your own well-being to catch this lunatic, he's making a bad and very large impact on Gotham right now but he's really not worth it."

Oh... Oh yes, he is...

"Of course Gordon, I promise I'll try to find this bastard, but I will also promise to not lose too much sleep on this case too. I won't let you down." You say, grabbing the case file from his hand.

"I know you've got this L/N, you're one of the best officers we've got here at the GCPD, it'd be a shame to lose you."

Jeez, I hate that I'm lying to Gordon like this... He's a great lieutenant and he's genuinely concerned for me, and I'm here lying right to his face. He wouldn't have lost the commissioner if I would've just told him who Edward was. Who's side am I even on? Am I just as corrupted as Mitchell and Pete were? I'm supposed to do my duty, I even swore to it, so why am I breaking the code?

God, I'm insufferable...

I thank Gordon once more for giving me back the case and walk outside to go back to my unit, opening the case file and reading over it for the millionth time since getting it.

'He kills corrupt cops you know.. What you're doing, covering up for him like this, thats you not doing your job and being just as bad as Savage.' You think to yourself. 'But I mean, if he kills me then he knows about me. Oh man, think about that. The Riddler himself knowing that much about me to know about that, that would mean he has to spy on me, see every move I make to really know. Wow...'

I shake myself away from my thoughts and turn on my car, deciding to go to the little corner diner that Edward is always at.

I can just already imagine him. Working in his notebook slumped over as usual, slice of pumpkin pie and cup of coffee in front of him as he sits in the same chair he's always at, stopping to think for a minute and then continuing.

God..

[blackvahana]

There's a potency in calling ANVD "my garden", a line of power and thought of a dreaming god draped back through time, to the time before time settled. Lev calling the place he was born/created/raised/condensed/spawned "the Garden of Eden" as a masked nickname. Calling the very first place-before-places this incarnation of the Universe a (the) Garden, his roles as a gardener, how he prunes plants as he feeds them, feeds his birds, feeds his fish, how a part of him will live forever in this house's yard by the pond...

I was told to shut up, essentially. It's still lingering in the mind how I was almost assassinated, and by my own sons... Everything built over millennia...

Black ink, cascading waterfalls of it. Spires that shift like intricate kinetic sculptures, observatories with glass floors, black water, strange reliefs of "eldritch gods" - reliefs of my own imagery. Ancient Void-speak languages, coding, vibrations. Stars turn clock hands with thin candlelit strings, blacks ooze into slate stone and night ocean colours, obsidian mirrors, halls of Mercurial ones...

told to shut up...

White ocean, filled with salt, which is in itself eyes as that is the Mother of them. Salt is the Mother liquid. Milk, isolation, distinction. Fishing nets and ropes, rainbow oilslicks on churned cream, sea suds, strange tiny invertebrates, messages in bottles, eyes forming the deepest chasms...

Mother (almost) killed (but what is a larger death than that of your child's innocence and childhood), mother brought to her knees. Watching the destruction unfold in the city...

Flowers. Crops. Wheat fields blessed by black-sky rains. The animal stench of petrichor, islands, the air thicker than a snowy winter morning. Realisation, sharpening. Muttering... Black plants, garden of pigments. Peacock footprints, crystalline stained-glass emanations tempered by Earth's hazy sine waves.

Revelatory peacock, messenger between worlds, isolation itself...

If I don't let go of what is unspoken, it will die with me. All this will die with me - it won't, oh, it won't, Black's tenacity and drive is outdone only by Machine God Zeus' - he'll keep on walking across the water knitting this place... Zeus - splitting, that's right, splitting things and the world in two, carver and enforcer of all boundaries, god of gates and walls and doorways...

But I have so much to say. I watch the complex tapestry-parts in my head and turn away when I see how they could fit into a larger whole. Tendrils - black - matrices - it's... all packaged into what I'm going to call legitimisers, "legitimisation" being the word Lev and I have started using as the term for the acceptance of something into reality based on acceptance of the "debate" for it to be real or not; "to legitimise" is to accept the data put forth by encoding consciousness into a readable packet, creating something. Legitimisers: Complex packages of the legitimisation data, sort of automatically-passed documents and laws based on how we know reality accepts and denies things, these legitimiser packages I have lined up in my head have next to no reason to not be accepted...

... unless I don't post them to Shakti for her to check, thus rendering everything I want to create unlegitimised. I've been reading over these damn documents for... a while... now...

Black ink, black waters. Cold night sky=water, therefore the water is the night sky. Sparkles of stars, whispering confusions. Contorted reality which siphons brain activity in certain directions controlling, ultimately, thought patterns and realisations. Gardens of thick growth itself, as thick with fertility as the genitals are pungent.

Tired, so tired.

There's a reason, maybe, probably, why one of the first mindspaces I had in visions regarding the Sky Fathers in my DNA was the Sky Hall, the throne in a sterile room, one wall open to the sky, tilting until I fell out. Grounded to earth and... whatever.

What I have to say is not monumental, it is quiet.

[shangnuomachine-blog]

Automatic Two Head Servo Filling Machine @changshashangnuomachinerycoltd Automatic Two Head Servo Filling Machine,complies with GMP standards for filling glass, plastic, or aluminum bottles.This machine is equipped with two filling heads, allowing it to fill two containers simultaneously, which improves productivity and efficiency.This two heads filling machine widely used for fill juice,edible oil liquid,detergent lotion,sauce etc.  #fillingmachine #juice #edibleoilliquid

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Two Head Servo Filling Machine for Pesticide

Company Overview: Shiv Shakti Machtech is a Manufacturer and Supplier of Two Head Servo Filling Machine for Pesticide in Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India. A two head servo filling machine is a type of automated filling equipment specifically engineered for filling liquid pesticides into bottles, containers, or other packaging formats. Utilizing servo motor technology, this machine offers precise control over the filling process, ensuring consistent and accurate fills. The dual-head design allows simultaneous filling of two containers, significantly increasing throughput and efficiency. Key Features of Two Head Servo Filling Machines Servo Motor Control: Provides precise and consistent filling volumes, adjustable to meet specific requirements. Dual Filling Heads: Allows simultaneous filling of two containers, increasing efficiency and throughput. Touch-Screen Interface: User-friendly interface for easy operation, parameter setting, and monitoring. Stainless Steel Construction: Ensures durability, corrosion resistance, and compliance with hygiene standards. Automatic Nozzle Positioning: Ensures accurate placement and minimizes spillage or product loss. Variable Filling Speed: Adjustable filling speeds to accommodate different viscosities and flow rates of pesticides. Safety Features: Includes emergency stop buttons, safety guards, and sensors to protect operators and equipment. Applications: Organic Pesticides, Chemical Pesticide, Agro chemical, Insecticides, Herbicides, Fungicides, Insecticides, Plant-Growth-Regulators liquid, Biologicals liquid, Biopesticides, Agricultural Herbicides, Termiticide, Pest Control Chemicals, Bio Insecticides, Neem Insecticide. Shiv Shakti Machtech is Two Head Servo Filling Machine for Pesticide in Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India, Including Kathwada, Vadodara, Changodar, Gota, Naroda, Nikol, Mehsana, Palanpur, Deesa, Patan, Vapi, Surendranagar, Bhavnagar, Jamnagar, Junagadh, Rajkot, Amreli, Mahuva, Surat, Navsari, Valsad, Silvassa, Porbandar, Mumbai, Vasai, Andheri, Dadar, Maharashtra, Aurangabad, Kolhapur, Pune, Rajasthan, Jaipur, Udaipur, Kota, Bharatpur, Ankleshwar, Bharuch, Ajmer, Delhi, Noida, Baddi, Solan, Himachal Pradesh, Una, Jammu Kashmir, Haryana, Hisar, Gurgaon, Gurugram, Madhya Pradesh, Indore, Bhopal, Ratlam, Jabalpur, Satna, New Delhi, Kolkata, West Bengal, Assam, Asansol, Siliguri, Durgapur, Bhubaneswar, Odisha, Brahmapur, Puri, Goa, Amaravati, Andhra Pradesh, Visakhapatna, Hyderabad, Guntur, Chittoor, Kurnool, Vizianagaram, Srikakulam, Karimnagar, Ramagundam, Suryapet, Telangana, Medak, Bengaluru, Bangalore, Mangaluru, Hubballi, Vijayapura, Davanagere, Kalaburagi, Chitradurga, Ballari, Kolar, Chennai, Coimbatore, Madurai, Tiruchirapalli, Tiruppur, Salem, Erode, Tirunelveli, Tamil Nadu, Kerala, Kochi, Thiruvananthapuram, Kozhikode, Thrissur, Kollam, Alappuzha, Kottayam, Kannur, Malappuram, Bharatpur, Jodhpur, Bikaner, Alwar, Bhilwara, Nagpur, Amravati, Solapur, Malegaon, Navi Mumbai, Thane, Wardha, Vasai-Virar, Gondia, Hinganghat, Barshi, Ulhasnagar, Nandurbar, Bhusawal, Pimpri-Chinchwad, Kalyan, Satara, Yamuna Nagar, Chhachhrauli. For further details or inquiries, feel free to reach out to us. View Product: Click Here Read the full article

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Automatic Vial Filling and Rubber Stoppering Machine

Automatic Two Head Volumetric Liquid Vial Filling with Rubber Stoppering Machine, Model ALVF is suitable for Round Vials with maximum speed of 60 Vials per minute. The Machine can give Maximum speed of 100 Vials per minute depending on nature of Liquids, Vial Neck Size, Fill Volume and Rubber Stopper size. Machine construction in fully Stainless-Steel finish including machine frame structure. Machine with built-in Turn Tables at In-feed and Out-feed with individual drives to match the speed of incoming and outgoing vials for smoother operation. All parts coming in contact with Liquids and Rubber Stoppers are made from SS 316 Materials. Machine also available with vaccumetric type Rubber Stoppering System.

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If milk filling is your ask, give Nichrome the task.

There are several vital considerations in choosing a milk filling machine. When you deep dive into the question of choosing the best milk filling or liquid packaging machine for your enterprise, Nichrome is clearly the market leader in this domain.

Milk filling solution

The milk packaging machine you choose must be well suited to handle the viscosity, acidity, and the temperature of the milk. Another consideration for the integrated dairy and milk packaging machine system is the size and the shape of the container. The milk filling machine that you invest in, must be easy to clean and maintain.

Why Nichrome?

For accuracy, speed, and efficiency, consider Nichrome, the leading milk pouch packing machine manufacturer in India and overseas. It is recommended that your milk filling machine must be apt for the volume of milk and like most liquid packaging machines by Nichrome, it must be capable of detecting and rejecting defective packages. Any liquid packaging machine that you install must integrate with existing systems.

Nichrome’s liquid packaging machines are the undisputed gold standard in the packaging industry. Our liquid packaging machines are compact and are the preferred choice for plain milk, flavoured milk, lassi, juice, and mineral water. Our heavy duty and accurate vertical form fill seal (VFFS) machines are widely used in over 45 countries.

Nichrome advantages

Nichrome’s VFFS machines arecapable of delivering an unmatched output speed of 6,000 milk pouches/hour. Nichrome’s compact VFFS liquid packaging machine range maintains perfect hygiene because the structure is either stainless steel or aluminium. Our product contact parts are maintenance-friendly and lubrication free. Accessories include:

Insulated balance tanks: Our milk filling machines save energy expenses.

SCADA system: Supervisory control and data acquisition of machine operations

Automatic pouch counting: Counts exact number of dairy and milk pouches packed.

Versatility and dexterity

Nichrome’s Filpack Servo Universal, a VFFS dairy and milk packaging machine. It is a next generation versatile performer. It can pack milk, buttermilk, cream, and ghee at the rate of over 5,000 packs an hour.

Or for that matter, Nichrome’s Filpack Servo 12K. This has been acclaimed the fastest milk pouch packaging machine in the market by experts. This stellar performer from Nichrome, packs 200 ML, 500 ML, and 1,000 ML milk pouches at a speed of 12,000 packs an hour! Is this evidence enough to prove that Nichrome milk filling machines are the crown jewel of the dairy and milk packaging space?

Nichrome’s liquid packaging machines trump all the other pouch packaging manufacturers’ products for a reason. We offer models like the FILPACK CMD Alpha which has twin heads. With it, you can pack two different products simultaneously and conduct maintenance on one track while the other is operating. The sheer speed and dexterity with which Nichrome vertical form fill seal machine’s function will leave you dazzled.

Nichrome’s milk filling machines come with many benefits for the liquid packaging. Reliability is the hallmark of these VFFS machines. Our milk filling machines are:

Fully automatic: Reduces need for human intervention.

Pouch counting: Vital for determining productivity.

Hygiene: Easy to clean and maintain

Online leak detection: Reduces defective products.

Many advantages

There are many obvious advantages of choosing Nichrome’s liquid packaging machine range. These integrated dairy and milk packing machines can be customized according to your specifications. Most of Nichrome’s VFFS series are independent of pouch size and volume. Nichrome is India’s premier milk pouch packaging machine manufacturer by merit. We take pains to understand your exact requirement and provide turnkey milk filling solutions for every need.

Conclusion

If accuracy, speed, flexibility, energy efficiency, quantity range are your ask, give Nichrome the task! Our multiple pouch format, VFFS machines will leave you speechless. Give us a tinkle and we will get back to you with milk packaging solutions that match your requirements amazingly well.

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2 heads BIB bag filling machine semi automatic two nozzles liquid filler equipment for wine eidble oil juice syrup ketchup mayonaise big in box filler

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Used Filling Machine Filler For Sale

It’s mechanically weighing, filling, conveying the bottles, corresponding to jar, bucket. Manually or routinely seal the bottle is elective in accordance with your filling needs. The bottle filling machine is one of our primary packing machines that's widely used within the granules filling industry. The filling vary of all our granule filling machine is from 10~5000g.

Touch screen monitors enable the operator to input the specified output parameters and likewise to observe the efficiency of the machine during production. Automatic Overflow Filling & ROPP Cap Capping Production Line is widely applied in meals, beverage,... Bottle peak and bottle positioning adjuster make it straightforward to vary bottles. Fill level consistency, an thought of clear glass bottles filling. Cleanability should be one of the primary focuses in any machinery concerned in prescription drugs.

Sometimes the infeed starwheel may be choke fed, requiring a sensor to make sure there may be an enough backlog of bottles to forestall a random bottle from causing a jam. However in most cases the bottles are spaced and timed with an infeed screw which is one other changepart previous to the infeed starwheel. Since our founding, the AMS staff and services have continued to grow filler machines and adapt to help our clients’ needs. AMS has earned its trade reputation by manufacturing a full line of customized filling gear. With a quick tooling change, every mannequin can dispense products ranging from powders, granules, flakes, liquids, gels and pastes. XpressFill serves many shoppers within the Wine Industry around the globe.

Furthermore, the accuracy of the machines in the filling process minimizes the wastage of products. The machine is integrated with a PLC management system that allows the operator to manipulate the machine to their desired configuration. They can input the desired production fee, quantity per container, and container sort. There are merchandise that have difficulty flowing except the temperature is warm. If you cope with such merchandise, there are discharge hoppers that are outfitted with a heating mechanism that discharges hot water to encourage the flow of merchandise down the filling heads. Both with advanced technology and 20 years of expertise, Neostarpack ensures each buyer's demands are met.

While the rigidity makes them easy to run, it makes them more durable for the buyer to use since they don't collapse. After squeezing the product out, the tube returns to its authentic form, sucking air into the tube. A variation on the gravity configuration is continuous movement rotary machines generally used for milk and water filling.

Artisan Winemakers can select between the Volumetric Filler (XF260 two spout / XF460 4 spout) or the Level Filler fashions (XF2100 two spout / XF4100 4 spout). The Volumetric Filler fills to a particular volume utilizing a timer, giving flexibility with bottle measurement, accommodating very small to very giant bottles. While the Level Filler permits the liquid to fill to a particular top in the bottle using a sensor. These are open tubes and depend filler machines on capillary action brought on by the product’s floor pressure to prevent dripping. (Hold your finger over the end of a straw and withdraw it out of your drink to see this impact.) The smaller the nozzle diameter the more pronounced the impact. Some fluids do not have sufficient surface pressure to rely upon this effect.

Piston filling machines are an affordable and dependable solution to filling liquids in bottles. These filling machines measure out specific volumes of liquid merchandise from think to thick, viscous products as properly as liquids with particles, similar to soup. These fillers can be single- or multi-head machines to satisfy the wants of the given software and speed.

The nozzles have “No Bottle – No Spray System” activated only by the presence of bottles by means of an infeed sensor. Beaverton Foods has been a buyer of Horner Automation’s for over 6 years. They still use SLC500 rack PLC’s , however they should arrange the machine for future upgrades and the old control equipment won't filler machines minimize it. Beaverton’s outdated machines have to be up to date because of the hardware not being supported anymore and the price for alternative hardware and accompanying software is not cost effective.

A light plastic or metal container is in all probability not inflexible enough to resist the vacuum and can collapse. Fluid path tubing must also be sufficiently inflexible to face up to the system vacuum. For best outcomes the inlet head pressure ought to be kept constant. At the start of the job, with a full tank, there could additionally be 5-10′ of positive inlet head. At the tip of the job, with a virtually empty tank, there may be 1-2′ of adverse inlet head. A rod moves the diaphragm in and out varying the pumping chamber dimensions.

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A Semi-Automatic 2-Head Volumetric Filling Machine is a packaging machine used for filling products such as liquids, gels, and creams into containers, bottles, or tubes. The machine has two filling heads that are responsible for dispensing the product into the containers. The filling process is done using a volumetric system, which ensures that a precise amount of product is dispensed into each container. The machine has a control panel that allows the operator to adjust the volume of the product dispensed and the speed of the filling process. The machine is semi-automatic, which means that it requires some level of operator involvement during the filling process. The operator is responsible for placing the containers on the filling heads and removing them once they are filled. The 2-head volumetric filling machine is suitable for small to medium-scale production runs and is commonly used in industries such as cosmetics, pharmaceuticals, and food and beverage. The machine is easy to operate, maintain, and clean, making it a cost-effective solution for filling a wide range of products. If you have any Requirements, kindly give us a chance to serve your esteemed organization with our quality products and services. Share your inquiry to marketing@harikrushna.com To learn more, visit: www.harikrushna.com Call us: at +916357101667

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Edible Oil Filling Machine India

If you are interested in buying a filling machine for your company, you can find several options available in the market. These machines are designed to fill edible oils in various types of containers, such as plastic bottles, glass bottles and metal cans. Furthermore, they are easy to operate and run on single-phase electricity.

The Edible Oil Filling Machine comes with stainless steel no drip fill heads. It fills various kinds of edible oils, including vegetable oil, cooking oil, and lubricant oil. You can find several models online from reputable filling machine manufacturers in India. Spheretech Packaging provides these machines for different types of oil.

The production line is constructed with stainless steel 304 and 316 materials, which are both durable and hygienic. Whether you use peanut oil, sesame oil, or olive oil, this filling machine is perfect for your production needs. It can also produce flavored oils, so you can sell them in a variety of ways.

These oil filling machines are designed for quantitatively filling different types of oils. The filling machines can fill from 500 ml to 5000 ml of oil. The filling process is automatic, with a two-head automatic filling machine, a closing machine, and a conveyor belt. The filling speed can be adjusted to avoid bottle overflow. These machines are constructed using corrosion-resistant stainless steel, and feature PLC Programmable Control.

Various models of the Edible Oil Filling Machine are available. You can choose between monobloc and combi fillers. Stainless steel and plaxiglass models are designed for oil-based and dense products. They also come with a wide range of attachments and options for filling. It is essential that you consider your needs when looking for an Edible Oil Filling Machine. You can use VKPAK to find out the best solution for your company.

The Edible Oil Filling Machine from Sipa is designed to fill edible oils into PET bottles with exceptional precision. These machines reduce the production space, eliminate pneumatic conveyors, and reduce TCO. Moreover, they feature flexible and reliable turn-key systems for edible oil bottling. They also come with a high-performance software to control the product dosing process.

The main parts of an Edible Oil Filling Machine are the conveyor, the filling nozzle, and the labeling system. These components are all synchronized with each other, and they are easily adjustable. The machine can be used for a wide variety of applications, from daily use to the filling of medical liquids.

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Which filling machine is best for small scale business or startup business?

Starting a business requires careful consideration of several factors, including the choice of equipment that can help boost productivity, efficiency, and profitability. One such equipment is a filling machine, which is commonly used in the manufacturing and packaging industry. When it comes to choosing the best filling machine for a small-scale or startup business, a semi-automatic two-head volumetric liquid filling machine is a great option. Here are some of the reasons why: - Affordability: As a small-scale or startup business, you may have limited financial resources to invest in expensive equipment. A semi-automatic two-head volumetric liquid filling machine is a cost-effective option that can help you get started without breaking the bank. - Flexibility: This type of filling machine can be used to fill a wide range of liquids, including water, juice, milk, oil, and other non-viscous liquids. This flexibility can be a great advantage for a small-scale business that produces different types of liquids. - Ease of use: Unlike fully automatic filling machines, semi-automatic machines are easy to operate and require minimal training. This means that you can quickly train your employees to use the machine, reducing the time and resources spent on training. - Space-saving: A semi-automatic two-head volumetric liquid filling machine is compact and takes up less space than a fully automatic machine. This can be a significant advantage for small-scale businesses that operate in limited spaces. - Scalability: As your business grows, you may need to increase your production capacity. A semi-automatic filling machine can be easily scaled up by adding more heads or upgrading to a fully automatic machine. - Accurate filling: A volumetric filling machine ensures that each bottle or container is filled with the exact same amount of liquid. This accuracy can be critical in ensuring customer satisfaction and reducing waste. - Minimal maintenance: Semi-automatic filling machines require minimal maintenance compared to fully automatic machines, which can be expensive to repair and maintain. In conclusion, a semi-automatic two-head volumetric liquid filling machine is an excellent option for small-scale or startup businesses that are looking for an affordable, flexible, and easy-to-use filling machine. With its scalability, accuracy, and minimal maintenance requirements, this machine can help you increase productivity, reduce waste, and improve customer satisfaction. Read the full article

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Not Quite Dead, Not Quite Alive Pt.1

A/N: so this is my first fanfic. Um I don’t have many followers so idk if anyone’s actually gonna read it but to those who do I hope you enjoy. Also this is going to be an ongoing series too so part two will be coming. This story is actually inspired by a movie I saw a while ago called the Invisible.

Pairing: Avengers x f!Reader

Word count: 495 (this is pretty short)

Warning: Graphic Depictions of gore, blood, guns(idk I’m new) unattached body parts.

Part: 1 2 3

“Y/N THE DOOR IS CLOSING! WE NEED TO HURRY” Nat shouted over the sounds of automatic machine guns filling the outside air. She swiftly picked one up from the tar landing strip and aimed it to her left. Killing those who were on the roof of the building.

“GO! I’LL COVER YOU” You shout firing bullets to her right while running backwards behind Nat. Steve, Bucky, and Clint standing in the doorway of the ship to help pull Nat over the rising door.

You were close, so close. Bucky and Clint reaching their hands out to grab onto yours.

Just as you were feets away from being with the rest of the team, Feets away from going back to the tower and having dinner with everyone, an enemy that was hiding behind a black jeep just feets away from your left, a single bullet left the gun. Quickly closing the distance between your head and the gunman.

Everything looked as if it was moving in slow motion.

You had stopped running, instead you stumbled your last steps.

Sounds of your friends shouting your name muffled as they went in one ear and out the other.

And then….

*THUD*

You lie on the rocky surface of the landing strip. Your head had turned to the side as you fell, leveling your almost blurry vision with the field. Blood rapidly spills from your jaw and onto the ground.

...Your jaw...

As you mindlessly looked off into the distance, the thought of your jaw caused the pain that you were recently numb to, to take over your body starting with your head. In an attempt to let out a scream you came to realize you couldn’t feel the movement of your jaw. Letting out another blood curdling scream as your blood filled throat pushed out more of the thick liquid. Tears fall from your eyes as your vision clears for a quick second. Long enough for you to recognize the fleshy object sitting a good 2 feet away from you.

Your dismembered jaw. Blood covered the (S/C) flesh and stained the teeth to an orangey-red color. You’ve been hyperventilating, not being able to move though you were capable of doing the act you feared it would inflict more pain.

Winds from the quinjet blew your hair around as well as blew the small pebbles and dirt into your face. They were leaving you to die. Your friends. Your family. They didn’t stop the doors from closing. They didn’t jump out to help you. They just… left. As more and more tears fall from your eyes as you come closer to accepting your death. The last thing you could hear before finally closing your bloodshot eyes were the sounds of boots pounding against the tar. It sounded like an entire army. First the pounding was fast, then slowed down a bit before coming to a complete stop.

And so do you.