#Compressed Air Treatment

[chicagopneumatic]

Compressed Air Treatment: Ensuring Clean and Safe Air for Your Operations

Compressed air treatment is a critical process that plays a vital role in maintaining the efficiency and longevity of air compressors across various industries. This treatment process involves the use of several key equipment to remove contaminants, such as water, oil, and particles, from the compressed air stream.

Importance of Compressed Air Treatment

Proper compressed air treatment is crucial for several reasons. Firstly, it ensures that the air used in various applications, such as painting, coating, food processing, and pharmaceutical production, is free from impurities that could affect the final product’s quality and safety. Contaminated air can lead to damaged products, internal system corrosion, and even pose risks to consumer health in sensitive industries like food and pharmaceuticals

Equipment for Compressed Air Treatment

Refrigerated Dryers: Refrigerated dryers are crucial components that remove water vapor and contaminants from the compressed air stream by cooling the air to approximately 35–40 degrees. This process helps in reducing moisture content and ensuring dry compressed air, which is essential for preventing corrosion and maintaining the integrity of downstream equipment.

Refrigerated Dryers: Refrigerated dryers are crucial components that remove water vapor and contaminants from the compressed air stream by cooling the air to approximately 35–40 degrees. This process helps in reducing moisture content and ensuring dry compressed air, which is essential for preventing corrosion and maintaining the integrity of downstream equipment.

Line Filters: Line filters are indispensable for cleaning compressed air by removing particles, aerosols, and vapors that can contaminate the air stream. With various types available, including general purpose, particulate, and coalescing filters, line filters play a vital role in maintaining the quality of compressed air and protecting equipment downstream from wear and damage.

Condensate Drain: A condensate drain is a critical component in compressed air systems that automatically removes condensate that accumulates in the system. By efficiently draining condensate, these devices prevent water buildup in the system, reducing the risk of corrosion and damage to equipment. Proper condensate drainage is essential for maintaining the efficiency and longevity of compressed air systems.

Air Receivers: Air receivers, also known as air tanks, are essential vessels that store compressed air, providing a buffer against demand surges and pressure fluctuations. By smoothing out pressure variations and reducing the load on compressors, air receivers help optimize the performance and efficiency of compressed air systems, ensuring a steady supply of compressed air when needed.

Oil-Water Separators: Oil-water separators are vital for removing oil and contaminants from condensate in compressed air systems. These separators collect condensate from various components like air compressors, tanks, filters, and dryers, separating oil from water before disposal. By ensuring that oil is removed from condensate, oil-water separators help in compliance with environmental regulations and prevent contamination of water sources.

Conclusion

Incorporating refrigerated dryers, line filters, condensate drains, air receivers, and oil-water separators into compressed air treatment setups is essential for maintaining the quality, efficiency, and reliability of compressed air systems across diverse industrial applications. By leveraging the capabilities of these equipment pieces, businesses can optimize their compressed air operations, protect their equipment, and ensure the integrity of their products and processes.

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[mrfrmarket]

Compressed Air Treatment Equipment Market Projected to Reach USD 12.69 billion by 2030, at a 7% CAGR – Report by Market Research Future (MRFR)

[lissabella]

Compressed Air Treatment Equipment Market Worth $ 12.5 Billion by 2027 at 6.5% CAGR - Report by Market Research Future (MRFR)

[thermodynamicsseo2023]

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Thermodynamic Services takes pride in being the leading dealer of compressed air filters and filtration solutions in Uttar Pradesh. With a commitment to quality and innovation, we cater to the diverse needs of industries across the region, ensuring optimal performance and reliability. As a prominent player in the market, we specialize in providing top-notch industrial air compressor solutions, serving as both manufacturers and suppliers in Kanpur, while also operating as a trusted dealer of industrial air compressors throughout Uttar Pradesh.

Compressed Air Filters and Filtration Solutions in Uttar Pradesh:

At Thermodynamic Services, we understand the critical role that clean and efficient compressed air plays in industrial processes. Our comprehensive range of compressed air filters and filtration solutions ensures that your air compressors deliver high-quality air, free from contaminants that could jeopardize the integrity of your operations. As the foremost dealer in Uttar Pradesh, we offer a wide selection of filters designed to meet the unique requirements of different industries. From standard filters to specialized solutions, our products are engineered to enhance the longevity and efficiency of your compressed air systems.

Industrial Air Compressor Manufacturing and Supply in Kanpur:

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Industrial Air Compressor Dealer in Uttar Pradesh:

As an industrial air compressor dealer operating across Uttar Pradesh, Thermodynamic Services brings forth a wide array of options for businesses seeking reliable and efficient compressed air solutions. Our team of experts understands the unique requirements of different industries and provides personalized assistance to help you choose the right industrial air compressor for your specific needs. With a focus on customer satisfaction, we not only supply top-quality compressors but also offer comprehensive after-sales support, including maintenance services and genuine spare parts.

Why Choose Thermodynamic Services?

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Customized Solutions: Tailored to meet the specific needs of diverse industries, our products and services are designed for optimal performance.

Customer-Centric Approach: At Thermodynamic Services, we prioritize customer satisfaction and strive to build long-lasting relationships.

In conclusion, Thermodynamic Services stands as the go-to source for compressed air filters, filtration solutions, and industrial air compressors in Uttar Pradesh. With our commitment to excellence, innovation, and customer satisfaction, we are your trusted partner in enhancing the efficiency and reliability of your industrial processes. Contact us today to explore how our premium products and services can elevate your compressed air systems to new heights.

[abhigmi]

Compressed Air Treatment Equipment Market Predicted to Witness Steady Growth by 2030

The global compressed air treatment equipment market is anticipated to register commendable growth, owing to increased efficiency of air compressors through improvements to the equipment lifecycle.

Energy cost is a crucial factor when upgrading an air compressor. These costs account for more than 75% of the compressor's overall life-cycle cost (LCC). Air audits for measuring the total input power are thus essential for the evaluation of the benefits of a new compressor.

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Furthermore, air compressors can be upgraded through the integration of IoT capabilities, and enhancements in controller features. These enhancements result in improved uptime, inputs for maximized operational settings apart from 24x7 remote monitoring, and insights for enhancement in energy efficiency, stimulating market demand.

The compressed air treatment equipment market is bifurcated in terms of product, application, end-user, and region.

Concerning the product, the others segment is expected to depict a CAGR of over 4% over the forecast period. This growth can be accredited to the growing adoption of drain traps, purifiers, and condensate treatment equipment.

In terms of application, the plant air/shop air segment will be worth more than USD 2 billion by 2030. The plant air/shop air is an essential component of the compressed air treatment equipment as it replaces the necessity for purchasing a separate compressor and reduces the overall capital and operating expenses.

Based on end-user, the food & beverage segment is expected to record a CAGR of over 6% through 2030. Air compressors are used in the foods & beverages sector for transporting products across the supply line, handling products, and fluid pumps. These systems filter compressed air for producing nitrogen, thereby meeting all safety regulations for its adoption in the process of food packaging.

The steel segment is anticipated to exhibit a CAGR of more than 6% through 2030. Dry compressed air is crucial in steel manufacturing factories for various purposes such as conveying, molding, welding, coolant supply, feeding metal sheets, ash handling, and controlling carbon content, which may accelerate segmental progress.

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The compressed air treatment equipment market from the electronics segment is expected to depict over 7% CAGR through 2030. This growth can be credited to the increased usage of compressed air in the electronics sector. Air compressor is used by power pneumatic machines for polishing & removing chemical deposits, component conveying, direct production, cleaning PC boards, and for assembling memory chips, circuit boards, LCD panels, and wafers.

Regionally, the Middle East & Africa segment is anticipated to be worth USD 400 million by 2030. The region has witnessed the development of large-scale petrochemical & chemical plants, which have contributed significantly to industry growth. Furthermore, surging development in the healthcare sector will stimulate regional industry growth over the forecasted timeframe.

Table of Contents (ToC) of the report:

Chapter 1   Methodology and Scope

1.1    Methodology

1.2    Base estimation & working

1.2.1    North America

1.2.2    Europe

1.2.3    Asia Pacific

1.2.4    Latin America

1.2.5    Middle East & Africa

1.3    Forecast calculation

1.3.1    COVID-19 impact calculations on industry forecast

1.4    Data sources

1.4.1    Primary

1.4.2    Secondary

1.4.2.1   Paid sources

1.4.2.2   Public sources

Chapter 2   Executive Summary

2.1    Compressed Air Treatment Equipment market 360? synopsis, 2018 – 2030

2.1.1    Business trends

2.1.2    Product trends

2.1.3    Application trends

2.1.4    End-user trends

2.1.5    Regional trends

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[eiraeths]

ear’s guide to writing stab wounds

disclaimer!!!: this isn’t to be used as actual medical advice there isn’t enough information at hand to properly treat someone, this is just for writing.

hemostatic (blood clotting) control is the number one priority. minor bleeding can be controlled with direct pressure to the wound. moderate bleeding may require a compression bandage as well as direct pressure. severe penetrating wounds or a nicked artery means wound packing will be necessary as well as direct pressure.

types of stab wounds:

- blunt stab wound means whatever object caused the trauma wasn’t sharp or wasn’t moving fast enough so the skin tears.

- penetrating stab wounds go deep into the skin and into the muscle.

- superficial stab wounds don’t go too far under the skin and look worse than they actually are.

steps to treatment:

1. if the object is still inside the person’s body do not remove it unless it’s to the groin, neck, or axillae (armpit) and the bleeding is hard to control.

2. remove person’s clothes to check for any other wounds and keep the area clear.

3. keep an eye on blood pressure and airway.

4. the wound type and location changes how the rest of treatment will follow.

location:

head: direct pressure is mainstay. head wounds also bleed more than any other part of the body. has the highest mortality rate.

face: severe wounds to the face means the patient has to be seated forward to keep blood out of the airway.

neck: direct pressure is mainstay. if the airway can be secured and is absolutely necessary, wound packing can be applied.

arms: depending on the severity, any of the three treatments can be used.

legs: depending on the severity, any of the three treatments can be used.

abdomen: damage to organs is highly likely. direct pressure should be applied first while surveying if the object was long enough to damage an organ. if so, wound packing may be necessary.

chest: if the wound is deep enough it can cause open pneumothorax (‘sucking’ chest wound) a seal needs to be placed over the wound to keep air from getting inside. if this isn’t done in time the affected lung will collapse.

back: can typically be treated with only direct pressure. wound packing is rarely necessary.

neck, chest, abdomen, and pelvis wounds should never be packed unless absolutely necessary.

treatment types:

direct pressure: key to any wound. can be done with whatever is available even if that means the medic needs to use their own body weight.

tourniquets: applied to the limbs. typically not applied for more than thirty minutes. in some cases, they can be left on for hours, keeping the phrase “life over limb” in mind. complications with tourniquets like nerve damage or ischemia (no blood circulation) are rare. don’t apply over a joint and apply above the wound.

wound packing: done with standard gauze and or hemostatic dressing

wound packing steps:

1. control the bleeding with pressure. use anything available even if it means t shirts or a knee.

2. place a gloved finger inside the wound too apply initial pressure. this will hurt like a bitch. also gives you an idea of what direction the blood is coming from so gauze can be used more accurately.

3. begin packing the wound with gauze. keep pressure on the wound with finger while wrapping gauze around another finger and pushing it in the wound.

4. keep packing the wound until no more gauze can fit in, and then keep direct pressure on for at least three minutes.

5. after the three minutes, use something like a bandage wrap to keep the gauze secure inside the wound.

6. splinting the area to keep it immobilized may be vital to keep the hemorrhage from restarting

7. if bleeding continues medic has to decide if they need to take out gauze and reapply with new gauze or apply more direct pressure. this is usually done by how long it takes to get to further treatment. the longer the wait the more of an incentive it becomes to repack the wound. if it’s just down the road then apply pressure.

most likely complications:

hypoxia, shock, and hypothermia are complications that need to be watched for and treated immediately if they occur.

hypoxia:

occurs when a region of the body doesn’t have enough oxygen in the tissue. can lead to organ damage, brain and heart damage being the most dangerous.

symptoms include: tachycardia (rapid heart rate), difficulty breathing, confusion, shortness of breath, anxiety, headache, and restlessness.

severe symptoms include: bradycardia (slow heart rate), extreme restlessness, and cyanosis (blue or purple tint to skin).

treatment: oxygen

shock:

life threatening condition where the body doesn’t have enough blood volume to circulate through itself. if it goes on for long enough, organ damage and death may occur.

symptoms: rapid, slow, or absent pulse, heart palpitations, rapid shallow breathing, lightheadedness, cold clammy skin, dilated pupils, chest pain, nausea, unfocused eyes, confusion, anxiety, and loss of consciousness.

treatment: if they’re not breathing, cpr is required. if they are breathing, lay on back and raise feet a foot off the ground to keep blood in the vital organs.

blood transfusion and fluids once in a hospital setting.

hypothermia: occurs when the body is losing heat quicker than it can produce. the more blood that’s lost the more likely hypothermia is to occur.

symptoms: differ based on severity

hypothermia:

in mild hypothermia: shivering, exhaustion, clumsiness, sleepiness, weak pulse, tachycardia (rapid heart rate), tachypnea (rapid breathing), pale skin, confusion, and trouble speaking.

in moderate hypothermia: bradycardia (slow heart rate), bradypnea (slow breathing), slurred speech, decline in mental function, shivering slows down, hallucinations, cyanosis (blue or purple tint to skin), muscle stiffness, dilated pupils, irregular heart rate, hypotension (decreased blood pressure), and loss of consciousness.

in severe hypothermia: shivering stops, hypotension (low blood pressure), absence of reflexes, compete muscle stiffness, fluid builds up in lungs, loss of voluntary motion, cardiac arrest (heart stops beating), coma, and death.

treatment: covering with a blanket, hat, and jacket, adding external heat like a hot pack, and if severe and in a hospital setting, warm fluids via iv, warm oxygen, and or a machine to warm the blood in the body.

if you have any questions feel free to ask! i plan on making a guide to gunshot wounds and a more in depth guide to hypothermia later.

[sophrosynesworld]

The Night Shift (Part 6)

Part One:

You exhale softly, swiping your badge over the scanner. A quick flicker of green replaces the red, followed by a sharp click that echoes down the otherwise silent corridor. Your fingertips brush against the cool, barely-blue walls as you walk, searching for something to keep you grounded. You’re exhausted, a bone deep type of tired. The thought of how much longer you can keep going nags at the edges of your mind.

A stretcher races past, a nurse from the burn unit on top performing relentless chest compressions as an alarm code begins to scream through the air. You pause, watching them vanish behind a curtain, the code team already in motion. You turn, forcing your legs to carry you down another hallway toward your unit.

You press the hand sanitizer dispenser, the cool gel spreading between your palms as you push through the last set of doors. Relief hits when you see the once blood-stained hallway now spotless.

“This is a professional workplace!” Haruto’s voice booms, startling you as he shakes a half-empty bag of chips. “Stealing food is a serious offense!”

"I wish he’d just get laid already," Airi's voice comes from behind, making you jump. She’s finally out of her scrubs, wearing a pair of denim jeans and an oversized hospital 10K t-shirt.

You chuckle, though it takes more effort than it should. "That would require him being nice first."

Airi smirks. “You think he’s going to track you down?”

“Dynamight?” You ask, unsure who she means, leaning against the wall as Airi rolls her eyes, her expression silently saying, of course.

“Who knows? I saw him earlier—he took a rough hit. They probably shipped him off to another hospital for treatment.”

Airi frowns, adjusting her oversized tote bag before crossing her arms as she follows you toward the ambulance entrance. You stop at the back, joining the line of residents as they wait, leaning against the wall while watching the incoming victim. The morning sun streams through the large bay windows, a reminder that you're now 19 hours into this shift.

“Aren’t you off work?” you ask, giving her a puzzled look. “Why are you still here?”

“I’m waiting for Naomi. We’re going to walk home together.”

You glance down at your watch, cracking a joke about your overtime pay, but Airi doesn’t respond. You turn to ask her something, but her expression freezes you in place—her mouth slightly open, eyes wide as she reaches for your hand.

“What is it?” you ask, but she doesn’t answer. Her gaze is locked on the entrance. Your gaze shifts to follow where she’s looking, your mouth falling open in disbelief.

“Holy shit.”

Dynamight stumbles into the ambulance bay, clutching his abdomen, his hair matted with blood and hero costume torn. Frantic crimson eyes scan the room—until they land on yours.

His mouth opens, a silent plea trembling on his lips as he stumbles forward, one hand outstretched, desperate.

“Please.”

The EMTs rush in alongside a gurney, guiding it toward the trauma bay. “Male, mid-twenties. Presenting with hematemesis. Fluctuating between alert and unresponsive but has been out for the last 8 minutes ."

You’re already moving, pushing through the crowd toward Bakugo. His glassy eyes, aren’t on you anymore—they’re fixed on the gurney being wheeled away. You gently cup his face in your hands, pulling his focus to you.

“You don’t want to see that.”

"Please."

The word is so quiet, nearly swallowed by the chaos around the two of you.

"What is it? Are you hurt?" you ask, looking over him for injuries.

He shakes his head, voice barely a whisper. "Save him."

You look over to see the gurney turning into bay six. Airi’s voice fades into the background, drowned out by the relentless ringing in your ears as you edge closer to the bed. Time drags, each second an eternity until the moment you tug on your gloves.

"Blood pressure's dropping, 90/60 on arrival. Tachycardic, heart rate’s at 170. Peripheral pulses are weak. We’ve started an IV in route." Everyone grabs hold of the gurney, moving in unison as you prepare to transfer the patient to the bed. As you lift, your heart skips a beat. Your eyes widen for a moment. You didn't recognize him at first, but dying before you is the number one hero—Deku.

Suddenly, his monitors scream with alarms, signaling trouble.

"Prepare for intubation!" Another doctor calls out while your stethoscope presses against Izuku's chest, the distant, irregular rhythm thrumming beneath your fingertips. His lungs gurgle with fluid, the faint crackle of blood seeping into the tissue unmistakable.

"I’d like to take the lead on this, if that’s alright with you, Dr. Kobayashi," you say, barely glancing up to meet his concerned, older eyes.

"Are you sure?" Dr. Kobayashi questions, his brow furrowed. "You look worse than half the patients that roll into this place."

"Heart rate’s at 210 and rising!" someone from the crash team calls out, eyes glued to the monitor.

"Failure isn't an option with this one." you reply, laser-focused on the task at hand, unaware of the man watching you in agonizing slow motion. "Push 6 milligrams of Adenosine, followed by 20 of saline into the large vein."

"I can do this" You reassure him. You don't have a choice.

The nurse swiftly administers the dose, while the senior doctor takes a step back, waiting for your instruction.

"I need a 14-gauge needle!" you command, eyes flicking to the nurses around you. "Set up a central line and prep an ultrasound for his abdomen," you order before beginning the thoracostomy.

The team falls in sync with you, trusting your lead without question. Your mind races, analyzing every possible outcome, desperate to pull Midoriya back from the edge of death.

Then his heart monitor flatlines.

"He’s in cardiac arrest!" someone shouts.

But you don’t hesitate. "Start compressions!"

Sakura jumps into action, beginning CPR as someone else gels the defibrillator handing the paddles off to you.

"Clear!" you shout, pressing the paddles to his chest.

His body jerks with the shock, but the flatline holds steady, unmoved.

The room is a blur of frantic motion and deafening alarms, but one voice cuts through the chaos.

"Get up, damn it! Don’t you dare die on me, Deku!" Katsuki's voice is raw, choked with emotion as he struggles against two other men both trying to hold him back. Katsuki’s wild, desperate eyes are locked on Midoriya’s limp body.

"Bakugo, stop! They’re doing everything they can." The number 6 hero, Red Riot, tries to comfort him, his face etched with pain as he tightens his grip on Katsuki’s arm, urging him to calm down. Beside him, the 14th hero, Chargebolt, rests trembling hands on Katsuki’s shoulders, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears.

But Katsuki can’t be consoled. His voice cracks as he yells, "Why the hell isn’t she using her quirk?! She could save him!"

You hear him, feel the weight of his accusation like a punch to the chest. But you can’t look at him. Not now.

You close your eyes for a split second, steadying yourself. Your quirk could help, but with how weak you are, you're not sure how far you could make it.

"Charge to 250."

Another shock. Another flatline.

Katsuki’s voice pierces the air again, louder, more desperate. "Do something!" His knees nearly buckle, Kirishima barely holding him upright as the anguish in his voice shatters what little resolve you have left.

"I know you can do it," Katsuki pleads, as his gaze locks onto you. "Why aren’t you helping him?"

You hesitate, hands trembling, torn between the logical part of your mind and the emotional whirlwind inside you. You want to help. You want to save him.

"Clear!" you shout again, trying to block out Katsuki’s voice, trying to focus on Midoriya.

Another jolt.

Another flatline.

How long can you hold back before risking everything?

The decision hits you like a wave. You drop the paddles, your hands trembling as you press them to Midoriya’s chest. The flatline still wails, cutting through your soul, but you close your eyes and push past the noise, letting your quirk flood through you. Warmth spreads from your fingertips, coursing into Midoriya’s body.

Your energy surges forward, a lifeline desperately trying to knit together the broken pieces inside him. You feel his cracked ribs, his blood soaked lungs, the trauma to his spine. You pour everything you have into him, your breath growing shallow as the drain begins to take its toll.

Katsuki’s figure becomes distant, just a murmur in the background as your vision begins to blur. You barely hear Airi and Rina pleading. Everything fades into the background, your slowing pulse pounding in your ears, your hands now numb. The world tilts, darkness edging into your vision.

And then—pain.

A sudden jolt courses through you, like lightning striking your core. Your eyes snap open, gasping for air as your heart races. Your quirk explodes with power, racing out of your palms.

You stumble, barely holding yourself up, turning your head to see the figure standing beside you. Chargebolt has pushed though the staff, his hand lightly resting on your arm, electricity still sparking from his fingertips. His eyes are wide with concern.

"I hope I didn't hurt you Doc," he says, eyes wide and bloodshot. "I think this might work."

The electric charge buzzing through your body reignites your senses, snapping you back to focus. Denki channels his power into you, not unbearably painful, just enough to give you the necessary strength.

With a renewed surge of energy, you press your hands back onto Midoriya’s chest. Your quirk flows again, stronger this time, bolstered by Denki’s electricity. You feel the pieces of Midoriya’s body slowly coming together.

His chest stirs beneath your hands.

"Come on," you whisper, your heart pounding. "Come back to us."

Katsuki stops yelling for a moment, his eyes widening as he watches. You can feel the weight of everyone’s hope pressing down on you.

Then—a flicker. Midoriya’s heart monitor beeps once.

then twice.

"I’ve got rhythm!" someone calls out, their voice distant, almost muffled. Dr. Kobayashi quickly steps in, taking over as you reel from the effort.

A wave of cheers follows as you remove your hands and step back, but it feels detached, like it's happening underwater. Your legs move on autopilot, guiding you back too the sterile corridor, past the buzzing fluorescent lights that feel too harsh.

You stumble, instinctively scanning your badge into the isolated hallway, the one that leads to the breakroom. Each step feeling heavier than the last. Sweat drips down your face, stumbling as you instinctively reach for the wall, trying to steady yourself. The world is spinning too fast.

The sounds of the hospital fade into nothingness as blackness swallows you whole.

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[redflagshipwriter]

Halfa Cass ch 10 pt 2

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Gotham was a closed fist that night, tense and ready. Black Bat gleefully swung out to match it.

Before they even left the batcave, Barbara Eyes called in to tell them that there was a hostage situation. Black Bat and Robin cleared out the civilians trapped in the building while Batman riddled the SillyMan. Batdad was still glowering at the truck to take SillyMan back to Arkham when a fire broke out in an apartment complex.

Sad.

Robin was too little to drag grown people out of windows, so he worked triage as Black Bat evacuated residents and hunted for pet cats. The fire trucks arrived. The blaze went out, but the building was still dangerous. Black Bat kept an ear open and paid attention to Robin through comms as she made sure everyone was out into the night air. He found the people with carbon monoxide poisoning and he gave strict instructions and he said, “Move! You, when the ambulance arrives, call for an AED.”

Black Bat moved.

The chihuahua in her equipment pouch quavered and shook, because he didn’t know that Robin was too 8-years-old to administer the correct pounds of force for CPR. The cat clinging to her front yowled a war cry and dug 20 toes into Cass’s armor. Good cat. They all went down the outside of the building together to where Robin was starting CPR. He glanced up at Black Bat as she arrived. Rhythm? Perfect. Depth? Not enough.

Again, Robin is small. Human body is the limit. Weighs about 50 pounds. Baby birds have light bones.

“Trade,” she said tersely. “Cat.” The dog was secure enough.

Robin professionally took the cat and Black Bat did chest compressions. An old man wailed, hands in his thin hair. The old lady laid there on the cement in a sooty house coat with bony, bare feet. Air puffed out meaninglessly with the lung massages. Robin leaned forward to do the breaths, cat held against his chest and cradled carefully with one hand. 

Black Bat focused. Bone in the chest cracked under her hands. She grimaced, the expression hidden under her mask. If only she could reach in and directly massage the heart. She would give it the squeeze that would bring grandma smokey lungs back and the old man would stop crying, crying, crying–

Her hand slipped.

She stopped.

Black Bat looked at it. Her wrist was poking out of the victim’s chest. No blood, no broken skin, no force. Strange feeling, like being in fog and jello. She flexed her hand carefully and it brushed through bone and veins.

“How convenient,” said Robin. “Can you apply direct stimulation?”

She felt for the heart. Found the depth. Wanted it. Yes! Black Bat grasped carefully, butterfly-gentle.

It worked! Holy shit! Black Bat laughed incredulously. “Moving!” she said. 

Robin held his hand up to check for breath. “She’s breathing,” he reported, so pleased. We did it. We have done the only thing that matters.  He had? No curiosity as to how she had done this. She had big sister powers, that was how. Haha, Robin. So cute.

The man started to pray, little things like “Thank you, sweet lord, thank you, thank you.”

Black Bat stood up, looking around for something soft and warm. The lady had bare feet. She would be cold.

Fortunately, she saw the blue lights of the first ambulance arrive. She waved it over. A line of others were right behind it. The people who Robin had arranged for triage reported for treatment.

“I request that you do not speak of this,” Robin said tersely to the old man. Good bird. “It would be very inconvenient for Black Bat if the criminal element understood her full capacity. I, in turn, would make life very inconvenient for you-”

“Have a good night,” Black Bat interrupted. She reeled Robin away, found someone who knew the dog, and barely remembered that Robin had to give the cat back as well. Once this was done, they went back on patrol. Cass felt like she was in a dream. Maybe? Maybe being a dead little girl was a good thing.

There was a carjacker working busy-bee, there was a mean man shoving his boyfriend into a wall outside a club, there were a dozen little fights. They should have been too busy to deviate from patrol. But Cass felt a restlessness in her chest to go back, back to the mechanic. More than before, she felt full of strange energy and possessiveness. This was her Gotham. It was her territory. Pretty mechanic girls can’t go put magic guns on her street: it is rude. 

So Black Bat stopped in a private place to consult with Robin, using talking hands. No voice: no Batdad weighing in.

Robin agreed.

Yes! 

They went. 

If it was anything like the other night, Miss Jacqueline would be asleep on her couch. They would sneaky in and loom until she woke up. Then, they would fight.

Or talk. Whichever.

[cassandras-cheekbones]

Five self-care tips while binge-playing a game:

(This is not medical advice. If you have a condition that requires medical treatment you should consult with your doctor)

With Dragon Age: The Veilguard being released soon, I thought about making this post to bring to light some ways to take care of yourself while playing a game for hours and hours. This advice applies even to me, as I have a tendency to get a little obsessed and not take good care of myself.

Here we go:

1. If you are able to stand, get up and walk around often. Like every hour if you can. If you are not able to, wear compression socks and stretch. You can find good compression socks on Amazon and many other online stores.

2. Eye stretches - every half hour. Look up, down, to the right, and the left. Helps prevent the “gaming for too long” headache you get right behind your eyeballs.

3. Water: yes, you need to drink it. Even if it means you’re getting up to go pee a lot. Stay hydrated!

4. Food! You should take a break for real food. Snacks are great while you’re gaming to keep you going, but don’t forget to have a real meal too. Pause the game, make a sandwich or pop something in the air fryer! Doesn’t have to be a Michelin star meal.

5. Be social. Leave the room you’re gaming in and join others. If you live alone, take a serenity break and go out to see other people. Remind yourself that you live in the real world! (However much fun it might be to play in a fake one!)

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[hiskillingjar]

Latex (Fox/MC)

i wish i had an evil sugar daddy to buy me expensive sex toys. siiiighs and kicks a rock. anyway, yayyyyy latex i luv u so much

day 16: latex second person. somewhat softer fox but. coerced happy ending, he keeps you forever type of way.

"Well, well, well. Isn’t that a beautiful sight?"

The room almost seemed to shudder, walls contracting and the floor caving in, as the black latex, pulled to a shimmering tightness in the study, metal frame, like a sheet of pure liquid void, constricted around your naked body almost instantly, every inch of breathable space removed by the suction of the vacuum.

You’d had the good sense to fill your lungs with air before it was switched on. Fox has been kind enough to let you know about that, at the very least, so once it was turned off, you did your best to keep your chest still and steady, and your belly was slightly distended from the amount of air you managed to pull into your burning lungs before it was gone completely..

The latex clung to every inch of your body like a second skin, suctioned tight to every curve and crevice of bone structure, rendering your form slick and smooth and utterly featureless.

It was an appealing concept. 

One that Fox was good enough to indulge, every now and then.

He was sitting across from you (even if you couldn't see him), smiling placidly and silently watching as the latex continued to suck and squeeze around your curves, only growing tighter as each second ticked by. 

Once it was finished, the vacuum clicked off automatically.

It almost felt too good (good enough for you to ignore the breathlessness anyway) to be suspended and kept so still, wrapped up tight like a fragile, and cared for package. The constant thrumming pressure in your body, that made your ear ring and your heart pound, made it feel that much tighter, too.

"Absolutely perfect." Fox purred, sultry and sumptuous, his tail wagging idly behind him, his voice giving away every ounce of his pleasure. “You’ve always looked perfect in bondage, though. Hardly a surprise.”

“Hmmph..." You whined at his praise, almost surprised that you still had the voice to (when your featured were so compressed and smushed down), blinded and helpless as you were as you tried to move, your shoulders flexing and your tight body tensing and relaxing in short succession.

It wasn't bondage in the traditional sense, because you could...sort of move. 

But, in the frame and packed between the two sheets of plastic, like a caught animal or insect, each movement was languid and slow, like moving through water, so...you stopped trying to move all together.

He stood, finally, the metal heels of his shoes (putting him at an equal height to you) making you shiver with each step, and moved closer to you, before slowly running his finger tips over the smooth surface of the latex, like he was caressing a rare and beautiful sculpture, his expression caught in a mixture of awe and appreciation, and primal hunger.

You didn’t even need to see it to know that much was true, and just that was enough to make you shiver again.

His fingers were warm and comforting too, without even a hint of claws, a far cry from his usual treatment of you, making the gradual asphyxiation that much more worth it.

"Just look at you." He murmured, his voice a low and hungry, and deeply worshipping whisper, tracing the smooth black like a blind man reading braille. "So beautiful, so lovely, my pet. You're everything I could have possibly wanted.”

He continued to caress you, both hands now slowly moving over and across your body, making every inch of your covered flesh that much more sensitive and needy for him.

"Like a piece of art. Hmph,” He barely suppressed a chuckle. “I ought to hang you on the wall, and charge my best clients to come gawk at you. Wouldn't that be a fine thought?"

You whimpered at the idea (knowing he may very well do it), your thighs tensing slightly under his touch, the most you would allow yourself to move in this state.

He chuckled again, clearly enjoying the sight of you squirming and wriggling in the inky black.

"Even better,” He stared with a little click of his tongue (condescension was his natural inclination, after all). “How about I display all my offerings like this, hm, like my own personal gallery? Let everyone see the masterpieces I get to enjoy whenever I please." He leaned in closer."And you, my darling, you would be my masterpiece. My Mona Lisa."

You couldn't see him through the sheet of latex, couldn’t see his handsome features smirking and goading you, so well suited to his position of dominance over you (over others) but you could feel him, feel his burning warmth, his intimidating presence. 

And that too was an appealing concept, certainly...

"Yes, I think I quite like that idea.” He breathed out, his other hand pressed to the empty space beside you as he leaned in, somehow feeling even closer than before. “A little collection of living statues, on display for my own personal viewing and entertainment. And you…”

His slim hips pressed against your thigh, and you could feel the beginnings of an erection stirring in his well-tailored pants, even through the layer of latex and fabric.

“You'd be the perfect centrepiece, wouldn't you,  my darling? Trapped and bound, forever on display, like the work of art you are."

Your thighs tensed up again as he rubbed himself against you, another helpless whimper lurching from your throat as breathlessness rapidly approached, as he grew more and more excited and aroused next to you.

"Mmm, such a gorgeous sound," He purred, his hand moving down to the firm, compressed flesh of your chest, feeling for the slightly swelled edge of your nipple, pressed right up against the plastic, and teasing it, continuing to grind his hips against your thigh and indulge himself all the while. "You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you? Spending…nhh,” His body stilled for a moment, overwhelmed by his own pleasure. “T-The rest of your days trapped like this, helpless and trapped on display for my own amusement?"

"Hfff..." 

You breathed out your final lungful of air, finding your throat hitching and contracting on nothing suddenly.

“But you should know by now that I’m not asking for your permission, darling. I mean, you can't even talk in this state, can you?" Fox tittered (the authentic, honest cackle of a fox, a predator, instead of the practised chuckle of a showman), watching indulgently as your breath caught in your empty throat, again and again.

He leaned in a little closer, his breath warm and his body hot.

"I bet you wouldn't want to, even if you could. I bet,” He gave your nipple a mean flick, making you whine again. “You'd just want to be a good little sculpture for me, hmm? Hah,” He breathed out another laugh. “I knew someone just like that, before. So resistant to being a person…but the perfect object, when I wanted him to be~”

You tried to swallow another breath as he was reminiscing, but the plastic was too tight, too encasing, too much, fuck, too much-!

"Hmm, getting a little breathless, are we?" He asked with another murmur of pleasure, dark amusement in his tone as he watched you struggle with your breath, your attempts to swallow met with the unyielding rubber caressing and constricting around your throat. “What a shame. I do hate blemishes in my art pieces, though, and well…” He dragged a single finger up and down your trembling stomach. “Air holes are so unsightly, aren't they, darling?"

You whimpered, trying to give your head a little shake, pleading for his understanding and mercy, pleading for breath.

"Ah ah," He chastised you, his fingers stopping at the slope of your mons, giving it an indulgent rub, tittering again when your body stilled and you moaned, without the air to do it. "Can't have you shaking your head at me, now, can we? After all, you're supposed to be a good little statue. Just a piece of art for me to look at and admire, and take down as I please."

You whimpered again, keeping still as best you could (despite how much you wanted to keen your hips forward in the tight space) but pleading, with noises alone, for something, a break, mercy, anything when your head was spinning so much.

He drew it out as long as he possibly could, relishing in your trembling and rubbing his erection against your thigh, jerking erratically as a result of your breathlessness  

Eventually, though, he took pity on you. He grabbed the organic seal in the latex, which was slit down the middle of the sheet, in his thumb and forefinger and pulled it apart, providing you with just enough space for your lips to escape the suction of the vac bed and take in a desperate lungful of air.

You coughed as soon as it hit you, taking in gasping gulps, your bound body still shivering as you readjusted, like breaching the surface of an ocean.

"There we go, that's much better, isn't it?" He said with good humour, rubbing his thumb over your trembling lips, letting the seal slide up higher and revealing more of your face to the open air. "Take your time, take everything you need.”

"T-Thank you...hahh..." You breathed out, your head sagging forward slightly (your face slick with sweat) as your spotty vision gradually subsided and you acclimated back to having a body.

"A little gift of mercy," He said with a shrug and another practised chuckle. "I can't have my prized pet passing out on me, after all...mm,” He hummed thoughtfully, tipping his head to the side, his eyes creasing handsomely with thought. “We do need to improve your lung capacity though, don't we? That was barely two minutes..."

"Mm...mmhmm," You nodded as best you could, taking in another few deep breaths and giving him an appreciative (if trembling) smile as you raised your head again to look at him. “Yes, sir.”

"And perhaps if you behave nicely, I'll give you a little extra time to catch your breath," He mused, stepping forward again, his fingers tracing down your neck and over your shoulders. "But I won't give you too much, will I? I do want to admire my pieces as they should be, after all."

"No sir," You replied quickly, giving your head another little shake as you felt a rush of heat run down your body and to your groin.

You knew how to play his game. You played it well.

Exceptionally well, if you did so say yourself.

It certainly also helped that you enjoyed playing the game, too.

"Good girl," He praised, his tone dipping down to something almost soft and light, as he continued to indulgently stroke and caress every inch of your encased body, gently tipping your chin up to look you in the eye. "Are you enjoying yourself, my darling? I certainly hope so, this was an awfully expensive luxury for you, if not..."

"Yes, I’m enjoying it. I just…mm…” You explained quietly, letting your hand shift downwards, with what little breathing room you were allowed, feeling the growing slick between your legs. “I just wanted to feel it. See if it’s as good as it always looked.” You took in a little sigh as your fingers grazed your swollen clit, still looking him in the eyes. “It’s even better.”

“Mm, naughty, naughty…” He smirked, watching as you eased your fingers deeper inside yourself, the latex doing nothing to hide it. “You’re getting excited, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” You replied obediently, not finding any reason to hide it.

He chuckled again at your reply, his eyes intently watching you as you shifted your hand even lower, the latex still sucked tight around your fingers as they twitched and thrust inside of you. "Mm, and feel what exactly?” He continued to probe, moving his hand back to tease your nipple. “The restriction? The way you're completely helpless for me?” His smirk softened slightly. “Or just how completely beautiful and perfect you look right now?"

"Mm...all of the above?" You suggested with a dreamy smile, still a little out of it, as the wet slide of your fingers in your cunt made your breathing shake again.

He laughed his authentic laugh, barking and ripping with genuine delight, which sent a shiver down your spine. 

"Of course, a little masochist like you would love this sort of thing. You're really far too much, darling. But I'll give you a reward for your honesty, how does that sound?"

“That sounds wonderful, sir.”

“Good girl. Now, take a deep breath-”