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Surgical OT Lights, LED Operation Theatre Light, Hospital Lights Manufacturer and Supplier in Delhi NCR - India (skynexxotlight.com)

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If we talk about modular operation theater, then it is a bacteria-free area and it is also known as modular OT.

Modular Operation Theater is a space in hospitals that is designed for the safe treatment of patients. The more advanced it is, the more positive patient outcomes it provides. Today's operation theater includes a small equipment to large machines such as X-ray, anesthesia system, Operating table, Surgical lights, Electro cautery machine, Surgical microscope, Ventilator, Infusion pumps etc.

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Lighting up the Operating Room: Overview of Surgical Lights

Surgical lights are an essential component of any modern operating room. These lights provide surgeons with the illumination they need to perform delicate and intricate procedures with precision and accuracy. In this article, we will explore what surgical lights are, how they work, and why they are so important in modern medicine.

What Are Surgical Lights?

Surgical lights are specialized lights that are designed to provide bright and focused illumination during surgical procedures. Surgical lights can be used in a wide range of surgical procedures, including general surgery, neurosurgery, orthopedics, and many others.

Surgical lights typically consist of multiple light sources, often with LED or halogen bulbs, that are arranged in a way to minimize shadows and provide uniform illumination across the surgical field. The surgical lights are typically mounted on a movable arm or ceiling mount, allowing them to be positioned precisely over the area of the patient where the surgery is being performed.

One of the key features of surgical lights is their ability to provide a high degree of control over the direction and intensity of the light. This is particularly important during complex procedures where the surgeon needs to be able to see very fine details. Surgical lights can be adjusted to provide different levels of brightness, and they can also be angled and positioned to provide the best possible illumination for the surgeon. Additionally, surgical lights often have features to minimize heat generation, as well as to reduce the transmission of bacteria and other contaminants. Some surgical lights are also designed to be compatible with video recording equipment, allowing the surgery to be recorded for later analysis or teaching purposes.

History Of Surgical Lights

The history of surgical lights can be traced back to the late 19th century, when electric lighting was first introduced. Early surgical lights consisted of a single bulb mounted on a stand, which could be positioned over the patient's body to provide illumination during surgery.

However, these early lights were not very effective, as they produced a lot of heat and often cast shadows over the surgical field, making it difficult for surgeons to see what they were doing. It was not until the 1920s that the first major innovation in surgical lighting occurred, with the introduction of the "operating room light" by the German company Siemens.

The Siemens operating room lamp was a major improvement over previous designs, as it consisted of multiple bulbs arranged in a circular pattern, which provided more even illumination across the surgical field. It also had a movable arm that allowed it to be positioned more precisely over the patient.

In the following decades, other companies developed their own surgical lighting systems, with advances in technology allowing for brighter, cooler, and more efficient lighting. In the 1950s and 1960s, the introduction of halogen bulbs and fiber optic technology led to further improvements in surgical lighting.

Today, surgical lights are an essential component of any modern operating room, and continue to be refined and improved upon with advances in LED lighting, wireless controls, and other technologies.

Why Are Surgical Lights Important?

Surgical lights are critical to the success of modern surgical procedures. Without proper illumination, surgeons would not be able to perform delicate and intricate procedures with the precision and accuracy that is required. Good illumination is also important for patient safety, as it helps to reduce the risk of complications during surgery.

In addition to their role in providing illumination, surgical lights are also important for creating a comfortable and productive working environment for the surgical team. These lights are designed to reduce glare and shadows, which can be distracting and tiring for surgeons and other medical professionals. By providing a clear and consistent source of illumination, surgical lights help to improve the efficiency and accuracy of surgical procedures. Requirement for Surgical Lights

Surgical lights are an essential component of any modern operating room, and there are a number of requirements that must be met in order to ensure that they are effective and safe for use. Here are some of the key requirements for surgical lights:

Illumination:

Surgical lights must provide bright, uniform illumination of the surgical field in order to allow the surgical team to see what they are doing. The amount of illumination required will depend on the specific procedure being performed, but generally ranges from 10,000 to 160,000 lux.

Color temperature:

The color temperature of surgical lights should be in the range of 4,500 to 6,500 Kelvin in order to provide a natural, white light that accurately represents the color of tissues and organs.

Color rendering index:

The color rendering index (CRI) is an important factor to consider when choosing surgical lights. CRI refers to a light's ability to accurately represent colors compared to natural daylight. The CRI scale ranges from 0 to 100, with a CRI of 100 indicating that colors are rendered accurately and vividly.

Shadow control:

Surgical lights should be designed to minimize shadows and eliminate glare, which can make it difficult for the surgical team to see what they are doing.

Heat management:

Surgical lights should be designed to produce minimal heat in order to avoid tissue damage or burns during surgery. This is particularly important in procedures that involve lasers or other sources of heat.

Sterility:

Surgical lights must be designed to be easily cleaned and disinfected in order to maintain a sterile environment in the operating room.

Durability:

Surgical lights must be built to withstand frequent use and harsh operating room conditions, such as exposure to cleaning agents and bodily fluids.

Choosing the Lighting for Procedures

Choosing the Lighting for Procedures Choosing the appropriate lighting for surgical procedures is an important consideration, as it can help to ensure that the surgical team has a clear view of the surgical field, minimizing the risk of errors or complications. Here are some factors to consider when choosing lighting for different procedures:

Procedure type:

The type of procedure being performed will have a significant impact on the lighting requirements. For example, procedures that involve delicate tissues or organs may require more focused lighting, while procedures that involve larger surgical sites may require more diffuse lighting.

Patient positioning:

The position of the patient during the procedure will also impact the lighting requirements. For example, if the patient is in a prone position, the lighting may need to be adjusted to ensure that the surgical field is adequately illuminated.

Surgeon preferences:

Surgeons may have their own preferences for lighting intensity, color temperature, and other factors. It is important to consult with the surgeon to ensure that the lighting is tailored to their specific needs.

Equipment compatibility:

The lighting system must be compatible with other equipment being used during the procedure, such as imaging equipment or laser systems.

Safety considerations:

The lighting system must be designed to minimize the risk of tissue damage or burns during the procedure. This may involve using LED lights that produce less heat, or positioning the lights to avoid direct contact with the patient.

Sterilization requirements:

The lighting system must be designed to be easily cleaned and disinfected in order to maintain a sterile environment in the operating room.

Overall, choosing the appropriate lighting for surgical procedures requires careful consideration of a variety of factors. It is important to consult with the surgical team and carefully evaluate the lighting requirements in order to ensure that the procedure is performed safely and effectively.

Surgical Lighting Accessories

There are a variety of accessories that can be used with surgical lighting systems to enhance their functionality and performance. Here are some common surgical lighting accessories:

Sterilizable handles:

Sterilizable handles can be attached to surgical lights in order to allow for easy adjustment of the lighting angle and position during the procedure. These handles can be sterilized and reused, minimizing the risk of contamination.

Light filters:

Light filters can be attached to surgical lights in order to adjust the color temperature of the light or reduce glare. For example, blue light filters can be used during neurosurgery to enhance visualization of blood vessels and other structures.

Wall-mounted controls:

Wall-mounted controls can be installed in the operating room in order to allow for easy adjustment of the lighting system during the procedure. These controls can be programmed to adjust the intensity, color temperature, and other settings of the lights.

Remote controls:

Some surgical lighting systems may include remote controls that allow the surgeon or surgical team to adjust the lighting without needing to physically touch the light itself. This can be particularly useful in procedures where sterility is a concern.

Camera systems:

Camera systems can be integrated with surgical lighting systems in order to provide clear, high-quality video of the surgical field. These systems can be used for live streaming, documentation, or training purposes.

Mobile stands:

Mobile stands can be used to provide additional flexibility and mobility to surgical lighting systems. These stands can be easily moved around the operating room to provide optimal lighting for different procedures.

Overall, surgical lighting accessories can enhance the functionality and performance of surgical lighting systems, providing greater flexibility, control, and visualization for surgical teams.

Summary

Surgical lights play a crucial role in providing optimal visibility during medical procedures. Selecting the right lighting system has always been a challenging process as it is critical for ensuring patient safety and staff comfort.

Opting for an inferior lighting system can have negative consequences for both the perioperative team and clinical outcomes for patients. This is due to the fact that inadequate lighting can create safety hazards and heighten the possibility of injuries, especially if the object's position, shape, or speed is misjudged. It can also affect the accuracy and precision of the work being performed, and excessive or insufficient lighting may cause eye strain and discomfort for staff.

Surgical lighting is a complex and advanced technology that is frequently tailored to suit each operating room's unique requirements. As a result, acquiring this equipment is a multi-stage process that guarantees that the correct equipment is procured to perform safe and effective procedures. The latest standard in surgical lighting can aid organizations in achieving this objective while also avoiding recognized challenges.

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For Love, We Sin the Most

Nightcrawler x Reader

Technically spoilers if you read any x-men anthology and haven't made it through second coming/ haven't read quest for nightcrawler. I don't get into many details or stay very canon anyway lol

Warnings: 18+ | no pronouns or assignments used for reader | unprotected sex | sex in a church | kinda public sex? | an established relationship of some kind ;) | sad | but happy ending! sort of | lots of plot with some porn | comfort/fluff | a little foreplay, a little aftercare | light bondage? sorry I really love his tail

Word count: 2,650

Summary: The resident catholic is having a hard time settling with the terms of his resurrection and just trying to feel again.

When Rachel frantically called on you to find Nightcrawler, you probably preferred to find him in battle, fighting demons. Luckily, on a Sunday morning, you knew exactly where to look first, creaking open the large wooden door just enough to pass through into the small lobby. The lights were off, but there was low singing from further inside. You would have proceeded to peek past that second set of doors, but the quick flick of blue that curled out from the sunlight and into the shadows nearby finished your investigation for you. 

Well, you did, in fact, find him fighting demons.

This would normally be the part where you'd tease him about being terrible at hiding, but you didn't need to see his face to hold your tongue. Instead, you found a nearby panel of switches, flooding his side of the room in low light. Without the darkness, he could no longer blend and hide, but he didn't recoil. Hunched over, his hands were clasped together on his knees, and his tail tightly curled over his feet. You approached him wordlessly. You could tell he was focused but not on you, proven when he crossed himself right on cue. A cue you hardly heard yourself. 

He continued to sit still for a few minutes. Obviously, he knew who stood before him. Otherwise he would have hid. Taking a deep breath, you placed a hand on his shoulder. "Shouldn't you be attending the service?" You asked softly. 

"I," he finally choked out after several moments. "I'm not sure I am allowed to anymore." His words, although quiet, dripped with despair. For him, this welcoming foyer was his ancient narthex, created for those who weren't allowed into the sanctuary but still wished to listen to its sermon. 

"Have you spoken to a Father about it?" Without further knowledge, you can only suggest a priest. 

"And what would I say?" Kurt raised his voice in his anguish and grimaced at his own volume. "What would he say?" He tagged on, much quieter this time. He practically curled into himself as if he were cold. You sighed sadly at the sight, looking away. A small staircase in the corner caught your interest and gave you another idea. Reaching your hands down to his, you unfurled his hands from one another and took them into yours. At the gesture, he finally lifted his head to look at you. It took all you could not to take his sad face in your hands instead. 

"I think he would tell you to come in," you reply in a gentle whisper. You smile down at him as you barely tug him towards you, convincing him to stand. When he finally does, you study him. His black blazer and black slacks, his white button-up shirt. A few top buttons were messily undone, but it only made him more handsome. Silently, with a hand in his, you led him up those wooden steps. Your intuition was right when they opened into a high balcony overlooking the inner room. That narrow gallery stretched against the wall was mostly dark, with only the tops of stained glass windows bleeding in light over the single row of benches. There was a reason someone like him chose such a dark, unpopulated church. 

As you began to leave the doorway, deadweight stopped you in your tracks. Looking back, a pair of downcast yellow eyes glowed under the wooden arch. Naturally, he blended into the shadow. You came back to him, taking his other hand and settling between him and the wall. At the very least, maybe it would help for him to see this place again, you figured. You let him listen, watching him closely as he watched the floor. 

And what a horrible day for a sermon about heaven. 

"I saw it, you know," he barely spoke up, accent whispering like a snake. "Paradise." He said the word hauntingly, not with any grandeur nor remorse. He turned his head as he spoke, looking down at the alter, but he seemed distant. Perhaps in memory. The light of the window caught his eye and reflected brilliant pale yellow. In the darkness, the other was like fire. 

"And yet you came back," you whispered back. Even you weren't quite sure what you meant by it, but he knew it wasn't merely an observation. Contemplating, he stared down into the room. The priest below continued, but you only wanted to hear whatever else Kurt had to say. 

"There were many reasons I did what I did," he soon continued, still not looking at you. "Did it the way I did." He never told you the full story, not even Logan knew. You waited for more, but he didn't respond. He probably didn't want to talk about it—at least, not for another few minutes.

"I never thought that love would be my greatest sin," he finally said. "I wanted so badly to come back," he nearly sobbed, quickly putting his hand over his mouth to keep from interrupting the service below. He gathered himself for a few moments. 

"To this place," he continued, "to my friends," he sighs before turning towards you, his fiery orbs still refusing to meet your gaze, "to you." Even when you cupped his cheek in your hand, his hand you left behind followed, fingers wrapping around your wrist. "That it would be greater than my love for God," he started but didn't finish when his voice began to rise again. By now he was rambling about things you hardly understood, but you hung on to every word. 

"You said it yourself," you gently tease, more loving than lighthearted. "There is no love without sin." With a soft smile, your touch on his cheek stroked over the fur on his neck and drifted over what bare upper chest those undone buttons revealed. You knew you shouldn't, not here, but as his expression only grew more somber, you found yourself sliding your hand further, reaching the space above his heart for only a second before frantic yet gentle fingers pulled you away, afraid of what you'd find.

Or the lack thereof. 

You couldn't stand to see him so sad, not even willing to look at you. As the preaching continued somewhere down below, something about fulfillment, there was really only one thing on your mind as you continued to watch his pained eyes. "Do you miss it?" You didn't mean to let your emotion ring in your tone as you whispered— doubt, disappointment, sadness. He picked up on it, raising his face once more to meet your gaze. Solemn eyes panicked, realizing his mistake. With a change of posture, he stepped closer, grasping your arm and placing your palm over his chest again. "Not in the same way I missed here," he reassured you. His eyes were still sad, but so earnest. You could feel the metal cross hanging from his pendant with how hard he pressed your palm into his chest. You both stared at one another in silence, but understanding. 

Something about the word doom was quietly uttered through the archway.  

"I realize now that I had already found Paradise," he proclaimed longingly, leaning in slightly. Though flattered, you only half-smiled. 

"You shouldn't talk like that here," you whispered, cupping his jaw. "Surely it's a sin." 

And he'd already cut his path of redemption short enough. 

"And yet it would be a sin not to." His tone was almost desperate. He leaned in closer, head tilted dangerously close to a kiss. You began to protest, but his grip on your arm tightened in defiance. "My soul is already adrift elsewhere," he hissed in a hurried whisper, "and He has no use for my body." He shook his head in defeat, tilting his chin to kiss the hand that held him before looking back up. "So if it's all I have left, I will use it to worship who does." His voice cracked against your lips, and he practically fell into you. 

Your back hit the wall with a thud that made you panic, but any protest of his name was muffled and lost between his lips. He could only follow what made him feel at the moment, and he'd come to his senses later, but right now, he was desperate to atone for his sins in a different way. It was a long, suffocating kiss that was touch-starved, hardly focused on any particular pleasure other than the need for your warmth. Despite knowing your current circumstances, you relaxed into him, taking your hand from his face and gripping the soft, indigo curls on the back of his head. He took that as his cue to press into you impossibly more, knees knocking with yours as you both nearly buckled from his weight. 

Finally, he pulled back just enough to catch his breath, warm breath fanning against your cheek a few times before eagerly diving back in. This time, he moved with you. Your noses knocked each time he rolled his head to find his favorite angle, and, in annoyance, you tried to hold him still with your hand on his neck and your grip on his hair. In response, his lips parted, tongue lapping at your top lip and tentatively touching yours when you let him in. 

His grip on your waist was harsh, almost as if he was scared that if he let go even a little, he might lose this moment forever. As if he couldn't hold you enough, his tail joined in, wrapping itself beneath your ass and tightly snaking around your waist. You felt him smile into the kiss when you pet over the peach fuzz of his tail before he abruptly pulled away from your lips, tongue sliding over your bottom lip as he withdrew into your neck. Sweetly, he kisses your pulse. And you know where he's going. 

"We should 'port somewhere else," you suggest softly. The light kisses on your neck become open-mouthed and wet, showing you just what he thinks about your suggestion. You catch the words reunion with God bouncing off the wall, and you weren't sure if the devil himself said it or the clergyman was sermonizing below. You tilted your head back for him at the prickling feeling of his fangs. 

With a mind of their own, your hands worked down the rest of the button on his shirt, splaying your fingers through the velvety fluff of his chest, barely able to feel the warm beating of his heart. At least you knew that he was alive, in some way or another. 

Making sure you could feel all of him, you pushed his blazer and shirt off his shoulders, feeling him down and scratching over his abs just the way he used to like it, and he tensed them just the way you remember. 

When his hands left your hips to slide off his clothes, they came back to do the same to you, sliding under your top and over your bare skin. You let him undress you, and eventually, you both stood nude. 

Even after being… gone for so long, he remembered just where to touch you. He held your hips flush with his while licked over your nipple, pawed between your legs, and tickled your inner thigh with the curling of his fuzzy tail. Feeling boneless, the wall helped him to hold you up while you focused on covering your mouth to muffle your pleasured moans and sighs. 

You were suddenly spun around, strong arms wrapped tightly around you as they swiftly lowered you to the wooden floor. Kurt's lithe form settled between your legs, back bowed as he bent down to mouth over your stomach. On his knees, he worshiped you carnally, hands gripping over-excitedly at your thighs and waist. 

Fingers around your wrist pulled your hand from your mouth, quickly replaced with that crushing pair of full lips again. Some would say he was desecrating holy ground, but Kurt would say quite the opposite. In a nest of clothes, right there in the dark loft of his place of faith, he took you. Whether it was because he was most comforted here or because he was angry at the circumstances, his hips pumped into you with a fervor that had you clawing into his back and biting his shoulder to muffle your whines. 

The floor was cold and hard and uncomfortable as he rocked you back and forth, but he was the opposite— warm and soft and lovingly fucking you into the ground. Luckily, the pious music drifting through the doorway covered up the sound of his cock slapping into you and his hissing moans as you bit and carved the punishment of love into his skin. 

You were ripped from his shoulder when he sat up, not even bothering to cover your gasping moan at the change in angle. Blunt nails dug into your skin as he held your hips, making your legs squirm and draw up behind him with the overstimulated pleasure. 

It was like a perverse religious painting, with his cross pendant wildly swinging above you and fangs gleaming along with his eyes; his tail, pointed like a devil's, bound your legs around his waist. This was heaven to him right now, watching you arch your back off the ground and eyes fluttering heavily as you both found that perfect sweet spot. 

It was when you came on him that his glowing eyes beheld the glorious sight he was searching for. He kept going, desperate to keep the image of your moaning, parted lips in his mind, and keep the feeling of your warm cream that dripped over his cock. "Oh~ mein gott," he growled at the way you tightened around him. You could almost laugh at the way he said it if you weren't busy trying to recover. "(Y/N)," he panted and spoke your name like gospel. "My dearest."

Your only response could be a meek whimper of his name, but it was enough when you weakly rolled your head to look up at him. If you couldn't tell by the way his brows raised and furrowed, you knew that he was right on the edge by the constriction of his tail around your ankles, keeping you bound around him while he came, throbbing, deep inside you. 

It was quiet now, aside from panting and the sounds of the congregation conversing and slowly departing that same creaking door that got you here in the first place. You felt you could finally relax and close your eyes when the last of the noise was shut out with the door, and you could finally stretch out your legs again as you felt his tail unravel. He had the same idea, stretching out his legs when he fell into your side. He let you have your space, but that sneaky tail laid loosely over your thigh. 

You felt a sort of regret for him as you turned to take in the proper view of his nude form lying elegantly in your bed of disheveled clothes, wishing to know what this meant for him… but you weren't going to ask, letting him bask in release— whatever kind it was. You reached for his pendant, twirling the chain between your fingers and observing the discoloration of the metal cross. Without even opening an eye, he took your attention away from it with a touch, making you hold his hand against his chest instead. 

"I-" You eventually break the silence but pause, unsure what excerpt you should say. It gets his attention, eyes lifting to look into yours. You muster a smile. "I'm glad you're back," you say softly, simply. Despite the circumstances, despite what it meant, despite what it's already done to you, you wanted to add, but his own bittersweet smile already knew what you meant. 

"Me too," he whispered and brought your hand up from his chest to kiss your knuckles. "Me too, my dear." 

[moriseteam]

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Could you do something with Hyde (actually, any t70s character if you think ot fits better) and the reader whos usually feels like a teacher's pet. But they see the reader at a batting cage or something. Sorry if that isn't a lot, happy requests are open again!!!

Wear a Helmet (Steven Hyde X Forman!Reader)

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Summary: Steven Hyde thinks you’re nothing more than Eric’s sister, a try-hard, goody two-shoes teacher’s pet. But while taking a cruise around town, he sees a completely different side of you at a batting cage.

A/N: made reader eric’s sister bc idk it feels right to me. Idk how batting cages work

***

“Are you seriously doing homework right now?” Hyde asked, looking at your work from over your shoulder. Rolling your eyes, you ignored him. You should’ve known that you’d regret studying in the basement, but it felt like the best place at the time. You didn’t want to be cooped up in your room, your mom was busy gossiping in the kitchen while your dad read the newspaper, and you didn’t want to walk to the library.

Eventually, Hyde’s stare from behind his sunglasses broke your concentration. You turned to look at him. “I know that all you think about is lighting up Hyde, but some of us actually have a future to think about.” You patted his shoulder teasingly and went back to your work.

“It’s just a question, man.” He responded, throwing his hands up in defense while waltzing over to his chair, as if the tone of said question wasn’t judgemental. “Only asked because Scooby-Doo is on.”

“Unfortunately, I have more important things to do than watch the gang expose another guy in a mask.”

Hyde turned the TV on anyway, flipping to the aforementioned show. Although you did have more important things to do, you couldn’t help but glance up every couple of seconds to see what was happening. 

Eventually, you had completely forgotten your work in favor of the show. You only realized how much time had passed when the episode ended, and you looked down to see that your homework was still half finished.

“Damn it.” You muttered, gathering your things. Clearly, trying to study in the basement was a bad idea. “I’m going to the library.”

“It’s seven PM,” Hyde replied, looking at his watch.

“I’ll get Eric to drive me.” And if he refused, you could just threaten to tell your parents about Donna sneaking into his room almost every night this week. “See ya.”

“Bye,” Hyde called out, reaching for the remote to change the channel. “Nerd.” He said under his breath.

“I heard that!”

***

When it had reached ten o’clock, Hyde started to get a little worried. Although, he’d never admit that out loud. You still weren’t back from studying, and your curfew was in half an hour. Part of him wondered if his distractions had pissed you off so much that you decided to leave home and not come back. You weren’t dramatic enough to go through with that though.

“Hey, Forman.” Hyde flipped through an old magazine to try to seem casual and uncaring. “Where’s your sister? Sneaking around with a guy or something?”

“Laurie or Y/n?” Eric asked, wondering why Hyde would be interested in either sister’s affairs.

“Y/n.”

“She’s at the library. Told me she would walk home.”

Hyde looked up from his magazine, which he threw on the table. He looked at Eric, completely unamused. “You’re letting your little sister walk around town this late at night? I wouldn’t even do that… I think.”

Eric rolled his eyes and stood up from the couch. “She’s almost eighteen, Hyde. And she said she’d call me if she needed a ride.” He started to walk up the stairs to the kitchen. “If you’re so concerned, you can pick her up.”

“Fine, I will,” Hyde replied, getting a little heated. The curly-headed boy fished his keys out of his pocket and went up the other basement stairs that led outside. After getting out of the backyard, Hyde settled into the El Camino. Just before he pulled out of the driveway and onto the street, he paused. “Where the hell is the library?”

***

The library ended up not being that difficult to find. What Hyde had difficulty locating was you. The library closed at nine, and it was now a quarter after ten. Hyde wasn’t one for walking, but he knew it couldn’t have taken you over an hour just to get home.

So he started searching.

Hyde drove all around town, peering out his window for a glimpse of you. He went to the Hub, the school, and even the water tower. Nothing.

When it was close to your curfew, he figured he should give up his search. You had to have been home by now; you were too much of a goody-goody to break curfew or any other rule. So Hyde turned the car around and started heading back home to the Formans.

“What the hell…?” Until he passed by the Point Place Family Fun Center and recognized your sweater. The wheels of Hyde’s El Camino squealed from how hard he turned to get into the parking lot. As he turned off the car and got out, he realized what you were doing. You were in one of the batting cages, swinging a bat at oncoming balls. Hyde didn’t know what was more shocking, the fact that you were batting balls or the fact that you didn’t miss a single one. “Y/n?”

At the call of your name, you turned and looked at Hyde, expression quickly going from startled to confused. “Hyde? What are you- Oof!”

Hyde ran to the cage and swung the door open, pulling you to the side while you rubbed your now slightly throbbing head. “You okay?”

“Why-” You wanted to ask Hyde what the hell he was doing here, but figured your possible head injury was the more important matter. Plus, it wasn’t often that Hyde seemed so concerned for your well-being, and you didn’t feel like ruining the rare moment. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Aren’t you supposed to wear a helmet or something?” 

“It’s more fun without it.” You shrugged, setting your bat on the fence since you figured you wouldn’t be batting any longer tonight. “Besides, it makes my hair flat.”

“Right.” Hyde nodded, rolling his eyes, which you could barely see because of his sunglasses. Hyde was the only person you knew who wore sunglasses when there was no sun. “Maybe you should start wearing one. Don’t wanna break that big brain of yours. Besides, I think you’re starting to get a bump.”

Your hand flew to the side of your head, feeling around. “Say you’re lying, oh my god.”

Hyde smiled a little at your reaction. “What are you even doing here? I didn’t think baseball would be… your thing.”

You shrugged again. “It’s a good stress reliever, I guess. And I didn’t feel like going home after the library closed.”

He nodded in understanding before remembering why he was looking for you in the first place. “Speaking of home, I think you’re gonna miss curfew.”

“What?!” Hyde had never seen you react so quickly to something. You looked at your watch, confirming that you were five minutes away from possibly getting grounded, and ran to pick up all the balls that you hit so you could put them in the basket. When the cage was tidy, you grabbed your bag and the bat, ready to return it to the front desk and book it to the El Camino. “Hyde, start the car!” You yelled over your shoulder as you ran.

Hyde laughed as he watched your panicked speed. No matter how hard you could try to seem like a rebel, you’d always be Goody-Goody Forman.

[nervanna]

Here she (or maybe they???) is, the main character of my MLP AU - Solar Eclipse! It`s a cursed fusion of Luna and Tia, power hungry and dangerous. I don`t want to make my ponies too scary ot too bloody, but I want them to be pretty unnerving.

In the end she is turning into dark void. She emit no light, searching for loyal ponies to serve her.

It always seemed to me that Princess Celestia is much stronger than we are shown in the show. And I decided to raise her strength and desire to possess powerful magic to the maximum, which led to disastrous consequences.