#Mud Pumps Market

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Mud Pumps Market Research by Key players, Type and Application, Future Growth Forecast to 2031

The global mud pumps market will be worth US$ 872.2 million in 2021. Between 2021 and 2031, the market is predicted to increase at a 3.4% CAGR, indicating a relatively good demand forecast. Electric mud pumps are in high demand due to their quiet operation and low vibration and noise levels, and this trend is expected to continue.

The global mud pumps industry will approach US$ 1.18 billion by 2031, according to Future Market Insights, owing to the strength of broader advances in the oil and gas sector. The market will be influenced by the expansion of mid-sized firms, particularly in North America.

For example, the Houston-based corporation EOG Resources is on the lookout for shale gas deposits. Sales increased by an astounding 92% in the third quarter of 2018, illustrating the company’s performance at a minimal cost. The company has also used its own drilling and mud pumping technologies.

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Key Takeaways Of Mud Pumps Market Study

Sixty-eight percent of the mud pump market income is still concentrated in three nations. North America will maintain its position as a regional powerhouse, demonstrating 1.2X growth through 2031, led by significant gains in the United States. Stringent regulatory standards will increase the use of electric pumps due to their outstanding operability and environmental friendliness. Triplex pumps are still favoured over duplex pumps because they are 30% lighter and provide better mud displacement and discharge. The top ten market participants are predicted to control more than half of the market by 2031.

“Enhancing efficiency points of mud pumps will be key focus area of manufacturers. This can be done by finding issues that threaten pump integrity and increase emissions such as excessive degradation of seals, valves and flanges”, says the FMI Analyst

COVID-19 Temporarily Clouds Mud Pumps Outlook

Energy transitions are greatly impacting the oil and gas outlook. Rig operators and drilling equipment manufacturers are now looking at a scenario where investments towards ongoing supply must be balanced out against emission control. Fuel demand destruction is a huge challenge in the ongoing pandemic as well as a rapidly decarbonizing world.

Containment strategies that have been instituted in North America and Europe will have a less adverse effect on demand for oil as compared to China. With the discovery of new oil wells and reservoirs in China, an improving market landscape in China in the second quarter of 2020 will bode well for the deteriorating demand for oil and subsequently the mud pumps industry.

Supply wise, geopolitics have continued to be a wild card for the oil and gas industry. With supply gluts prevailing major OPEC nations have been forced to cut output. While supply will see a comfortable trajectory through 2025, oil and gas and the pumps industry will see a visible contraction through 2020 with recovery expected in 2021.

Market Growth Characterized By Organic Strategies Undertaken By Key Players

Bigger players in the mud pumps market landscape have a huge advantage of continuous cash flow. Thus they are showing greater resiliency by channelizing their resources and acquiring shale players, oil and gas service companies without having to rely heavily on organic product portfolios.

Many are already investing in non-traditional markets with a very negligible impact on their bottom line. A significant number of market players are putting in almost 20% of their capital expenditures towards the setting up of on-shore and off-shore drilling equipment and mud pump systems. While this accrues to be a large chunk of investment, in actuality it is tantamount to just over 5% of its yearly revenues.

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Key Segment

Product Type:

Duplex

Triplex

Quintuplex

Driven System:

Electric

Fuel Engine

Application:

Onshore

Offshore

Region:

North America

Latin America

Europe

South Asia & Pacific

East Asia

Middle East & Africa

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Mud Pump Market Size, Share, Trends, Key Drivers, Growth Opportunities and Competitive Outlook

Mud Pump Market survey report analyses the general market conditions such as product price, profit, capacity, production, supply, demand, and market growth rate which supports businesses on deciding upon several strategies. Furthermore, big sample sizes have been utilized for the data collection in this business report which suits the necessities of small, medium as well as large size of businesses. The report explains the moves of top market players and brands that range from developments, products launches, acquisitions, mergers, joint ventures, trending innovation and business policies.

The large scale Mud Pump Market report is prepared by taking into account the market type, organization volume, accessibility on-premises, end-users’ organization type, and availability at global level in areas such as North America, South America, Europe, Asia-Pacific, Middle East and Africa. Extremely talented pool has invested a lot of time for doing market research analysis and to generate this market report. Mud Pump Market report is sure to help businesses for the long lasting accomplishments in terms of better decision making, revenue generation, prioritizing market goals and profitable business.

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The mud pump market is expected to witness market growth at a rate of 6.80% in the forecast period of 2021 to 2028. Data Bridge Market Research report on mud pump market provides analysis and insights regarding the various factors expected to be prevalent throughout the forecast period while providing their impacts on the market’s growth. The increase in the use of product in various industries globally is escalating the growth of mud pump market.

Key Coverage in the Mud Pump Market Report:

Detailed analysis of Mud Pump Market by a thorough assessment of the technology, product type, application, and other key segments of the report

Qualitative and quantitative analysis of the market along with CAGR calculation for the forecast period

Investigative study of the market dynamics including drivers, opportunities, restraints, and limitations that can influence the market growth

Comprehensive analysis of the regions of the Mud Pump industry and their futuristic growth outlook

Competitive landscape benchmarking with key coverage of company profiles, product portfolio, and business expansion strategies

Table of Content:

Part 01: Executive Summary

Part 02: Scope of the Report

Part 03: Global Mud Pump Market Landscape

Part 04: Global Mud Pump Market Sizing

Part 05: Global Mud Pump Market Segmentation by Product

Part 06: Five Forces Analysis

Part 07: Customer Landscape

Part 08: Geographic Landscape

Part 09: Decision Framework

Part 10: Drivers and Challenges

Part 11: Market Trends

Part 12: Vendor Landscape

Part 13: Vendor Analysis

The major players covered in the mud pump market report are NOV Inc., Schlumberger Limited., Gardner Denver, Weatherford, Flowserve Corporation., Honghua Group Ltd., China National Petroleum Corporation, Trevi Finanziaria Industriale S.p.A., MHWirth, Bentec, American Block, White Star Pump, Ohara Corporation, Herrenknecht Vertical GmbH, Mud King Products, Grundfos Holding A/S, Halliburton, Sulzer Ltd, KEPL, and EPIC Corporation., among other domestic and global players. Market share data is available for global, North America, Europe, Asia-Pacific (APAC), Middle East and Africa (MEA) and South America separately. DBMR analysts understand competitive strengths and provide competitive analysis for each competitor separately.

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Why Aziraphale's White Satin Pumps Are Ridiculous (And I love them)

So this is a continuation of the lengthy rant I posted here about Aziraphale's outfit in the Bastille scene of GO and all the ways it would have pissed people in Revolutionary Paris off. I got to the shoes and realized they needed their own post.

Aziraphale's Blessed Little White Satin Pumps

To recap: in 1793, Paris is in control of The People, who are making up for decades of oppression and poverty by beheading the fuck out of everyone remotely nobility-adjacent. And into this mess strolls one Angel in white satin heels.

Some facts about this style of shoe:

The buckle means they're specifically court shoes as opposed to streetwear. Buckles were out of fashion unless you were hanging out with royalty and needed to look fancy. Everyday shoes had laces by this point.

This heel style for men is specifically called Louis Heels because they were popularized by Louis XVI. Y'know... the king Paris just beheaded in 1793. Here's a pair in a similar style from the late 18th century:

One big difference you may notice in Aziraphale's shoes and the ones above is that the ones above are normal, practical leather whereas Aziraphale is wearing white satin shoes. This is because Aziraphale is ridiculous.

The Allure of White Satin Shoes

In this modern world of laundry machines and affordable shoes I feel that people do not fully understand how absolutely over-the-top ridiculous a pair of white satin shoes would be to people in 1793.

First off lets address the fact that they're white:

If you have ever known anyone who was super into sneakers, you know that keeping white shoes white is a full-time job. It was even more so in the 18th century. The fact that Aziraphale is wearing perfectly clean white shoes says one thing: "I am rich enough to be able to pay someone to clean these, and to replace them when they invariably get stained."

And they would get stained. Oh would they get stained.

Because he is not wearing them for their intended function - lazing around indoors. No, he is wearing them on the streets of 18th Century Paris. And 18th Century Paris was fucking disgusting.

Kind of like how London had its famed London Smog, Paris had its own brand of filth. A unique Parisian muck made up of mixtures of mud, offal from the slaughterhouses, animal waste, human waste, household garbage, and rotting dead animals, all mashed down into what a British visitor called, "A thick, black, unctuous oil, that where it sticks no art can wash it off."

Voltaire said: "We blush with shame to see the public markets, set up in narrow streets, displaying their filth, spreading infection, and causing continual disorders…" and called Paris a city, "Partly of gold and partly of muck."

This is a city with over a million people, with no central plumbing, and no public sanitation laws. Households threw their waste in the streets. Businesses like tanneries and slaughterhouses threw their waste right out into the streets. Horses were the main mode of transportation and nobody was cleaning up after them. It was apparently a thriving hustle that Parisian beggars would hang out in the worst areas with big pieces of wood, and charge wealthy people money to walk on the board over the worst puddles of filth.

That's where Aziraphale is wearing his pristine little white satin shoes. In a city so gross it has its own world-renowned stinking black mud.

And on the subject of those shoes, lets look at the satin part... By the 18th Century, France was no longer dependent on Asia for its silk and satin. There was domestic production, but it was still expensive. A book about the cost of living published in London in 1770 lists the price for a single yard of satin at just over 18 shillings. For comparison, here are some other things you could get for 18 shillings in London at the time:

two box seats at Covent Garden

six barrels of oysters

a really nice wig

a week's wages for a skilled tradesman

15 steak dinners

3 secondhand coats So the outer fabric alone on Aziraphale's shoes cost what it would take a skilled worker about a week to make. Again, that's just for the fabric. Since the shoes themselves were high quality, would be handmade, and required skilled labor, the shoes themselves would be expensive even without the satin. In 1788 a pair of leather gentleman's court shoes cost about 6 livres in France. By comparison, a pound of bread, which was considered a day's food for a peasant, cost roughly 10 sous. So we'll roughly estimate that Aziraphale's shoes without the satin cost the equivalent of 12 days worth of food for an average person.

And, I cannot stress this enough, he is wearing these white shoes, which could easily feed an entire family for weeks, in a city that is abso-fucking-lutely filthy with stinking, staining, sticky mud.

Aziraphale's shoes, probably:

I mean - imagine you're a normal everyday French peasant during the Revolution. You spend decades struggling to feed your family, and some dingbat walks up to you in white court shoes styled after the king you just executed. Shoes that cost more than you make in a month, which he is wearing around your notoriously filthy city with apparently 0 fucks given for the fact that they will be absolutely ruined and will have to be thrown away. (Obviously Aziraphale could just miracle them clean but you're a revolutionary peasant, you don't know that.)

And then this walking audacity asks you for cake.

Aziraphale, hon, you are so lucky they decided to try to execute you and not just like. jump your dumb ass in an alley and steal your pretty little white satin shoes.

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader finds herself crushing on her sister’s ex boyfriend after they run in to each other years after the break up.

Word Count: 4,670

Warnings: 18+, smut, no condoms, dirty talk

Taglist: @jbbarnes-dog-tags

‘And substitute regular milk for oat milk please.’ 

You type a quick ‘okay’ to your sister as you head to the coffee shop that you frequent almost every day. Today’s weather is sort of gloomy but nice. Lately it’s been rainy, mild showers and light thunderstorms. Your favorite kind of weather to have a latte while accompanied with a book. You scrub the bottom of your shoes against the coffee’s welcome mat to prevent tracking in mud or leaves. 

“Good morning, welcome to Aristocrats!” You thank the familiar barista as you head to the counter pulling out your phone to order both drinks.

“What can I get you?” The barista asks with a smile on their face.

“Can I get a hot vanilla latte with 2 shots of espresso and oatmilk?” The employee mumbles the order back as they input it into the system as you continue.

“I also would like an iced chai latte with 3 pumps of brown sugar syrup instead of vanilla. As well as one shot of espresso, thank you.” You put your phone away as you get your wallet out from your bag.

“$15.28, cash or card?” The barista asks as you hand them your card to swipe.

You find a few dollar bills stashed in your bag as you drop it into the tip jar.

“Thank you, just give us a few minutes.” Handing you the card back you put it back into its usual spot as you crumble the receipt into the bag.

One of the reasons why you love this coffee shop isn’t just for the drinks but the book collection they have along with the scenery. It’s located downtown with windows that face the street that pour in natural light. The owner kept most of its natural architecture. Which included the layout, windows that surround the building on two walls, as well as the little fireplace that runs on cold days. 

As you wait for the drinks you browse a few magazines near a table before you find one that peaks your interest. You situate yourself near a bar in front of the front facing windows to take advantage of the light that projects in. You flip through the first couple pages not caring for the luxurious ads of Gucci or Louis Vuitton. You never understood why anyone would spend thousands on a bag. You ignore the bell above the door that signals a customer as you continue reading about a woman’s divorce and her advice. While you have never been married it’s interesting to read about people’s lives.

“Here you go, hot vanilla latte and an iced chai.” The barista sets the drinks down as you reply with a thank you. 

You look towards the counter as you spot a man ordering. Something along the lines of an americano. Typical. Men never go for good drinks. Reaching for your drink you realize you forgot a straw. Getting up you head to the side of the counter to grab one. As you begin to reach for one another, one hand is trying to grab a cocktail straw for their drink.You quickly retreat your hand back apologizing. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” You say, embarrassed as if you were in his space. 

“No troubles, you’re fine.” You turn to him finally getting a good look at him as he does the same.

“Oh shit, hey kid. How’ve you been?” It’s Bucky, your sister's ex-boyfriend. His eyes light up as he smiles at you. Like he’s excited to see you. 

“I’ve been good. I finished up my last semester early. In December I graduated well. I didn't walk but I received the diploma which is just as good.” He crosses his arms as he listens to you furrowing his eyebrows that he always used to when listening intently.

He smiles as he lightly pats your upper arm in congratulations, “Hey that's great, really, you find any jobs or anything yet?” 

“No, I mean I have but the pay is so shit that it’s not even worth it.” He nods understanding the job market has plummeted. 

“I get that, if I hadn’t secured the job I have now a few years ago I probably would be back in school not knowing what to do.” Bucky came from an affluent family. His family always had money due to businesses, properties, and of course trusts and estates. His comment comes off a little tone deaf but you know he means well just trying to relate.

“Thanks,” he says as he grabs the drink from the barista as he begins adding a little packet of heavy cream.

“You stay around here? Or often?” He questions out of curiosity but also a small part of him hopes you say yes.

“Oh yeah. I moved back in with my parents after college. I mean- I don’t have a job so I really had no choice.” You hope you don’t sound like a complete fool of yourself. No job, living with parents, and your daily activities consist of getting coffee and reading.

“You’re still figuring it out, there’s no time limit.” His words comfort you, making you feel less alone. Even if he can’t exactly relate, it’s still nice to have someone understand your struggles.

Bucky continues to ask, “If you got a few minutes, you mind if we sit and catch up?” You smile and nod, letting out a small yes as you lead him to your little nook.

You're laughing at some story he’s telling from a recent event he went to where a kid found drawing on the walls of an art exhibit. 

“Oh no, did the parents do anything?” You ask taking a sip of your mostly watered down chai.

“God no, remember these people think that their kids can do no wrong. Instead the dad threw him over his shoulder as they left quickly.” His answer made you shake your head wondering how parents never discipline their children.

“What have you been up to? Last thing I heard you were supposed to be taking over the family business.” The family business was just that- business. It was just managing properties, selling, and trading. But it brought in so much revenue. It’s the most popular realtor company in the state along with locations in neighboring states. It was started in the 40’s by Bucky’s great great grandfather and has now succeeded multiple generations.

“I have, well not entirely. I told my dad that I wanted to travel some first before settling with the job. Once you’re in that position all you can do is live for work, live to work. It just seems exhausting.” He sighs as he runs his hand through his short hair.

“You know I have a degree in Architecture, and I want to put that to use but my dad keeps pressuring me to take over the business. The money is good-

You cut him off,“But is it worth it? Money is great but if you aren’t happy with your job or what you do, no amount of money can compare to your happiness.” 

“Yes, exactly. I’ve been sort of going back and forth on it but maybe I just need to go with what I want rather than what someone else wants.” Saying the quiet part outloud made Bucky realize that he wants to do what makes him happy regardless of money or fortune.

“You know you’re pretty insightful for your age. I wish I was like that when I was in my early 20s. But you seem so grounded. That’s very admirable Y/N.” The compliment causes your heart to skip a beat. You usually don’t get too many compliments, especially not on your mental or emotional intelligence.

“Thank you, it’s probably the books and because I’m the youngest child.” Your sister and you have a 10 year age gap that didn’t really help form a sibling relationship until you entered high school.

You weren’t planned which resulted in a little bit (a lot) of negligence from your parents. They had albums of pictures of her, always went to her events, and constantly doted on her. You were the youngest and the last. You were often thought of last. If you wanted them to make it to your events, school lunches, or any activity they'd send your grandparents. Which you became very close with at a young age because they noticed the difference between you and your sister. They never made you feel like a burden or second thoughts. You’ll always be grateful for that. Your parents apologized to you when you were older but the childhood trauma still stuck. 

“I forgot you guys did have an age gap. I guess it’s more noticeable when you were younger.” His comment glides over, not caring to bring up your sister, his ex-girlfriend. Which you’re kind of happy about since he asked to catch up with you and he genuinely meant it. 

 Before he can get another word in your phone lights up, your sister is calling. 

“You need to get that?” Bucky asks, noticing the screen.

“Yeah probably.” You sigh internally knowing that the coffee catch up is ending soon.

You swipe on the screen as you hold up a finger to give you a second.

“Where are you? It’s been an hour, I thought you said you were just getting coffee, not running errands.” Her voice is a little upset and can be heard by Bucky which makes you cringe a little.

“I’m sorry, I ran into someone and wanted to catch up.” Yeah her ex who you seem to be getting along with a little too well.

“It’s fine. I just didn’t know where my coffee was. Or you.” The last part was thrown in quickly to save herself. You know she doesn’t mean to be rude but that’s just how she can be.

“I’ll be home soon, sorry for taking so long. I didn’t realize how long I was out.” You really didn’t mean to take so long but the conversation lasted longer than expected.

The phone beep indicates a hang up as her reply.

“I’m sorry, I guess I got to go. But it was really nice seeing you again.” You stand up to gather your belongings.

“I really enjoyed it. I had a nice time, I really needed it.” Bucky meant what he said. It had been a while since he had a genuine conversation that wasn’t about work or mundane questions.

“Maybe we can catch up again, I mean I obviously don’t work so I’m always free.” You're hopeful that he’ll agree instead of it just being a one time occurrence.

“You have my number still? Or can I get yours?” You shake your head not remembering if your phone transferred his contact from the last time you updated it.

 He grabs his phone to unlock it and lets you type in your number. Once you save your contact you head towards the door,“I got to run, but like I said just message me whenever you’re free. I can always make time.” I can always make time for you is what you wanted to say but bit your tongue instead. 

“For sure, I’ll text you soon.” He promises as he watches you walk out of the small coffee shop knowing he’s already forming a liking to you. 

It’s been a few months since you ran into Bucky at the coffee shop. Since that day you guys had been messaging non stop. Which quickly turned into late night phone calls that made your stomach hurt from laughing and cheeks sore from smiling. You only get together once a week since he’s still helping his dad and it took up most of his day. But he never fails to call or message you throughout the day to let you know what he’s up to. You’ve learned a lot from each other these past few months. He loves classic cars, museums, and fashion. He doesn’t care much for the bars but will go when his friends plan to. He designs a lot and is great at drawing too. He enjoys taking you out to museums, botanicals, and lately since the weather is better he’s taken you on hike trails. In return you’ve introduced him to books you enjoy and have started listening to audiobooks together. You’ve also found out how to make your own coffee. Bucky has an espresso machine in his condo that he never used. But together you guys figured out how to make your favorite drinks. Though you still go to the same coffee shop for convenience. It’s been a week since you’ve hung out and you expect a hangout session is due.

It’s morning when you get an unexpected call from Bucky. You answer without hesitation excited to hear his voice.

“Hey, what’s up?” You ask as you sit on your bed anticipating his message. 

“What are you doing?” He sounds like he has a smile on his face, which you picked up quickly through the phone calls how his voice and facial expressions match.

“Nothing, just at home.” You look over at the clock next to you flashing 9:52 a.m.

“Would you be opposed to packing a bag and going to the next state over?” At first you thought he was joking until he said “you there?”

“No, I mean yes that sounds fun.I’d love to tag along” You say quickly gathering yourself. 

“Perfect. I can be there in an hour. Just got to drop off a few things for my dad and I’ll be on the way. You won’t need much, just a few things to last a night or so. Oh and pack a nice dress, I want to take you on a date.” Your heart flutters at the word date, he hadn’t used that word yet, neither have you. It was sort of a weird territory but this solidified there is more. 

“Sounds good, I’ll see you then!” You hang up letting the phone fall on the bed as you rush to get ready and pack looking forward to the night. 

You arrived around a little after 3 in the next state. But since you couldn’t check in until 4 o’clock Bucky showed you a few places around the city. You ventured into antique shops, locally owned book shops, and of course you had to try a coffee shop. He offered to buy you whatever you wanted and insisted that you had to pick out at least one thing that he could buy you or else you couldn’t leave the store. You opted for a few books (it was five in total of hardcover books you could never find near you and were too expensive to order online). He seemed pleased to be funding your reading addiction. 

You check your phone’s time making sure you’re not late getting ready. Bucky said to be ready by 6:45 and you’re cutting it close at 6:30 trying to finish a few makeup touch ups.  And you haven’t even gotten dressed yet. Bucky left the room an hour ago so you could get ready in private. He didn’t want to intrude on your space saying that ‘I know how women are. My mom always enjoyed getting ready alone because she didn’t want to feel rushed.’ He was right, if he was in the same room you’d feel like you would have to get ready quickly. 

You curse trying to get your heels ons as you lace up the second heel trying to secure it as much as possible so you wouldn’t fall. As you’re finishing up and repacking your makeup to clean up the area the door clicks open as Bucky walks in. You turn to him hoping he likes it. It’s nothing extravagant to you compared to their style. It’s a black strapless elongated dress tailored to your height. A narrow slit starts from the upper thigh opening towards the bottom. 

“Wow, you look incredible. I mean not that you don’t always look good but today, tonight you just look exceptional.” You try not to smile at his words but fail. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him flustered. 

“Thank you, is this too much? It’s my old winter formal dress but I didn’t have time to get a new one.” You hope your attire suits the restaurant dress code. The last thing you want to do is embarrass yourself in front of him.

“No, you look perfect. It’s perfect.” He’s matching with black slacks, sweater, and a long peabody coat. 

“I can say the same for you, I like the monochromatic look. It suits you.” Your comment makes him smile as it means a lot coming from you. 

“I wanted to look my best for you.” He checks his watch, noticing the time,”we should probably head down. The valet is waiting for us.” He holds out his hand as you accept it.

The waiter sat you at a booth per Bucky’s request. You’re glad to sit to relieve pressure off your feet. You only walked a little but the heels are skinny and feel like they’re stabbing your feet. Bucky orders drinks for you as you look at the menu. It’s limited but that’s how most fine dining restaurants operate.

“I want you to get whatever you want. My treat.” You don’t say thank you this time. “Don’t worry, I will.” Your reply comes out teasingly creates a smirk on his face knowing that you’re comfortable around him and letting him treat you accordingly.. 

The finished entrees have been pushed to the side leaving waiting to be picked up as you listen to him talk about this week's work load. Your phone interrupts him mid sentence as a message comes through from your sister. He doesn’t mean to pry, it was in the middle of the table after all.

“Do you need to get that?” He asks politely knowing that he’d give you all the time you needed.

You check it before answering him.

‘Hey, just checking on you, hope you’re doing okay. It feels like we haven’t talked in a little bit.’ For a second you feel bad. But you also know she only comes around when you don’t make plans or reach out first. You are always chasing and you hate forcing things, especially familial ties. It’s also not just that, that makes you feel bad. You’re sitting across from her ex-boyfriend who she dated for 4 years who she thought she was going to marry. Given it’s been two years since they’ve broken up. Now you’re sitting here wondering if you should leave for her sake or stay for what your heart wants. 

“No it’s fine, just something with my sister.” He must’ve noticed your demeanor change as he grabs your hand from the table. He rubs his thumb across your hand soothing you. 

“I get it, this situation isn’t ideal nor normal in a sense. It’s confusing, conflicting. Like you're questioning yourself what's right and wrong or too far. If you want me to take you home tonight and never speak again I understand. But I will say regardless of what happens after tonight. It’s up to you. It’s your feelings I respect ultimately. But I want you to know, I’d regret it if I don’t at least try. Because even though it’s only been a few months since we reconciled, I finally got to know someone that I have never met. Emotionally and mentally you captivate me in a way no one else has. Someone that actually listens to me, understands me, and wants me for me, not for what I have. I would be a fool not to chase someone like that regardless of who they're tied to.” He takes a small breath before finishing, “I don’t want to imagine a life without you. If it’s not you then I don’t want anyone. Above all I don’t want to walk away from tonight without telling you how I feel. What I feel is you, you make up my thoughts, I see you in my future.  I’d do anything to prove that love I have for you. Even if it means allowing you to walk away tonight. Because you’re the most important thing to happen to me in a long time. The last thing I’d want to do is hurt you or make you choose something you aren’t ready for. I’m here for you even if you walk away, I’ll always come to you if you need me.” 

His eyes are a little teary as he cups your hand with both of his hands and kisses it. 

“You don’t have to make up your mind right n-” He’s cut off by you.

You interrupt him as you lean closer to the table with a shaky breath.“I don’t want to live a life I regret. Especially regretting someone that I could have a life with but chose not to out of fear or for someone else's feelings. I don’t know where life is supposed to lead me but I know I want it with you. Most people follow through with decisions based on what’s most logical but I choose my heart. And my heart wants you.”  

He leans over the table as you meet him halfway to kiss him. Letting his lips envelope yours, soft and plump like you imagined. It’s sweet and gentle like him. You pull away from the short kiss wishing it lasted longer but you’re also in public. 

“So you for sure don’t want to go home?” He asks one more time knowing your answer.

“Not unless it’s with you.” 

No words are exchanged as you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, one of your legs is on his shoulder as he takes off your shoe. As he unties the last heel he kisses from your ankle to your thigh. Moving upwards to the wetness between your thighs. You lay back on the bed allowing for more access. He kneels on the floor, grabbing your ass and pulling it closer to him for better positioning. Your dress is pushed up, bunched around your waist as he pulls your panties off. He throws them to the side discarding them. You feel his breath on your pussy for a second before he kisses it. He gives the mound and lips little kisses teasing you as you wait for him to give you more. Shivers run down your spine as you feel his tongue on your slit. He flattens it to cover the whole area, licking a few times. Savoring the taste of you. He takes your swollen clit into his mouth to gently suck on. You can feel your clit pulsate as his tongue teases the little nub. Flicking it  and rubbing it in a circle with his tongue. Causing your hands to find his hair as you grip it and grind against his face. His hand reaches between your thighs as he rubs the soft skin gently before he runs two fingers over your wet pussy. A moan escapes your mouth as you feel his hand on your wet cunt. Once his fingers are wet, he uses one finger to open you up. Allowing you to get used to the feeling before he adds another. Another finger joins the first stretching you. It gives you some relief as you rock yourself on his fingers a little as he begins to lap at your clit. Tonguing the nerve as he finger fucks your small hole.

“Your fingers feel so good.” You moan gripping his hair.

He removes his face from your pussy, “you taste amazing. Just as I thought” He gets back to his feet to lean over you as he begins to furiously fuck you on his fingers. You’re cursing at him as he continues, loving the sounds you’re making and faces you make when you’re being pleasured. You place your fingers on your clit as you feel yourself getting close. Rubbing circles and other motions to aid in relief. You’re begging him at this point whimpering knowing how close you are. He adds one more finger stretching you beyond belief knowing that you can take it

“You’re taking my fingers so well I can’t imagine how good it’ll feel on my dick.” . He says as he guides you while you’re cumming. Letting you know how good you are and how pretty you are. 

He waits a few more seconds before he pulls out his fingers leaving you empty. He gets off the bed to take off the rest of his clothes, swiftly undoing his buckle and pants to reveal a very prominent hard-on. You move closer to the headboard to get more comfortable as you wait for his return.

“I don’t have a condom. I wasn’t planning on having sex.” He’s on the bed again rubbing his cock trying to relieve the pressure.

“I don’t care, I just want you inside me.” Your voice is needy as he grins before he’s quickly in between your legs again. 

He rubs his cock up and down your slit. Letting the juices coat the tip. He teases the clit for a second until you whine wanting him inside you. He lines his cock up at your entrance with one hand letting the tip slowly enter. He looks at you, watching your face to make sure he’s not hurting you. You gasp as he slides in, his length completely filling you up.

“You doing okay?” You nod as he waits for a second before moving.

His thrusts are gentle to not hurt your cervix. He knows his size is above average and easy to bruise if too rough. He leans down to kiss you, one hand on your hip, the other on your face. His kiss is hungry and rough compared to his thrusts. 

“I’ve been waiting for this. Dreaming about this.” He says moaning into your mouth.

“I know, I’ve cum to you so many times.” You confess.

“I can’t count the times you’ve made me hard by just being next to you.” His pace quickens up which makes you grip his biceps.

“Fuck.” You draw out the word as he continues pounding.

He grabs your legs, bending your knees to your chest. This position leaves you completely folded, breathless, with how deep he is. 

‘Fuck you’re so big Bucky.” You say throwing your head back.

“Maybe your cunt is just too tiny then. Maybe I just need to keep stretching you out then so you don’t forget who you belong to.” He leans his head down to watch his cock retreat in and out of your hole. Mesmerized by the wetness glistening on his cock. 

He bites his lip as he slowly pulls out almost all the way, just to thrust back in. He loves watching your face as he’s inside you. Your little sounds and whimpers almost send him over the edge entirely with how sweet you are. You move your hips against his cock, meeting his thrusts. You’re so wet you can’t even tell if you’ve already cum or not. Sweat is building up on his forehead as you watch him pound into you. You know he’s close by the erratic thrusts.

“Where can I cum?” He asks, needing an answer quickly or else he’s about to make you a milf.

“Inside me. I’m on birth control.” He moans leaning down to kiss you as his thrusts speed up and his body shakes. Your walls grip him tightly as he spills his seed inside of you. Filling your cunt until it’s dripping.

Once he’s finished he gets a warm rag to clean you up. Letting the warmness soothe your now aching core.

“I love you” Bucky says as he doesn’t care to look for a ‘right time’ anymore.

“I love you too.” You really do.

[ravenkinnie]

Sometimes family is you and your (reluctant) daughter stuck in a haunted graveyard of a city together. Silco & Jinx with side Vanco, almost 7k words, mature, written for Dead Dove Bingo prompt 'Fevers' but i can only ever do loose takes on the topic lmao

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The bones wash up in spring.

All kinds of things do, with the warm heavy rains overflowing the river, the sewers and pumps, flooding basements up to ceilings. In the worst of it, the sewers burst so much you wade through an inch tall layer of sewage on the streets, the stench so thick it empties out markets. It’s not uncommon to see things floating in those waters, lost or discarded, secrets brought out into light, unclaimed by anyone.

The bones, though. The bones feel different.

Pilt is a pit, a hole dug in the ground that swallows up its contents with dirt thrown back on top. Things disappear into the river, but they never come back out. At most, when the tides get so high the river turns into the ocean, it will spit out creatures from its depths, dried out fish and anemones and jellyfish decaying in the sun until the bones get swallowed up by sand the way they should have been by the waters.

The bones come back clean. They come back damaged too, some with cuts or teeth marks on them if they've been in the river long enough to become homes and sustenance to Pilt’s horrid life forms. They come back inhuman, skulls with sharp teeth and angular bones, but they come back human too, femur and ribcage and skulls that can't be mistaken for anything else. They line up the riverbank like a nightmarish collector’s pride, from striking white to greyish and brown discoloration.

Silco turns one over with his shoe, the large leg bone that he can't identify the source of by sight. The ones washed up this high, meters from the water, are drier, streaks of ground sticking to the yellowed bone as opposed to the ones soaked in mud lower by the shore.

He doesn't come down closer, cartilage of his throat already feeling bruised being in proximity to the waters. He doesn't come down to the docks, not unless his presence is absolutely needed, impossible to be replaced by Sevika.

Sevika, few steps ahead on the muddy bank, picks a smaller skull with her hand, one that can't be mistaken as any other species, one that is too small to end up in the river amongst the others, the ones with knife marks and unhealed breaks. The moment the fingers of her Chemtech arm close around the bone, the arch by the empty eye socket disintegrates in her grip, breaks off into shards.

He presses fingers against his own, fingertips to the browbone, like it could stop the pounding headache about to start at the sight. Sevika’s barely contained flinch is a testament to the strangeness, her reactions usually much better restrained. "Must have been there a while," she comments, keeping her voice even and gruff.

Steps away from her, Dustin lets out a strangled sound that grates on Silco’s nerves, along the throb in his eye socket and the humidity sticking to his skin; it rained all through the night and the morning, the air heavy with the acidic smell of the undercity rain. "Anyone you know?" He keeps his voice thick with distaste, his dissatisfaction clear.

Dustin has the brains to straighten his back, but not enough to keep quiet. "Gives you the creeps, y’know."

There are far too many people clearing out the bank to let the choking heat curling in his throat since he could smell the river stench a block away spill out in a fit of cleansing rage, so Silco simply purses his lips onto a tight line, steps back, away from the bones, tries to look away from the waters.

As aggravatingly dull as Dustin is, he is not wrong. Silco can't shake off the eery feeling either. An oddity, considering how close to the surface death is in undercity, how it’s layered over every stone, every way you turn them you'll see a new face of it. Graves deep in the inhabited parts of the Sump, the sweet smoke of burned bodies higher up in the Lanes where there was no space for such sentimentality. Instead, the shrines tucked into so many corners, white and blue for Kindred standing out against the muted greys and greens and rich neon of Zaun. It’s outright, it’s visible, unlike the marble mausoleums Topside and the clean way they have of hiding the bodies before they can be noticed, before the ugliness of it can be confronted.

Here, on the shore, there is something unsettling about it, more than a simple high tide spitting out garbage.

Silco’s gaze tries to sweep over the piles and piles of bones on every inch of the bank, catches on a small figure down closer to the river. Far too close to the river, feet nearly brushing the water. He moves before he has time to process. "Jinx! Away from the water."

She makes a face at him, her teenage foulness hiding the little surprise in her eyes at his outburst, the same one reflected in Silco’s own tightly wound chest. It's the river, putting him on edge, making him feel like an open throbbing wound.

Jinx bounces the skull in her hands, steps back from the water. It's a small skull, sharp teeth, a whump that must have fell into the water and drowned ages ago. "Not like he can grab me." Her voice is playful, teasing, her smile almost as sharp as the bared teeth of the skull.

Before Silco can react, she grasp it with one hand, lobs it into the river until it disappears with a splash. Then, without a step missing, she picks up one of the large rocks in the mud. Face full of focus, eyes squinted, she poorly tries to skip them across the surface.

Another part of why the river makes him hide his shaking hands in his pockets, squeeze them into tight fist to release tension somewhere. Down in its darkness, with the bodies and the garbage and the toxins, it holds all the memories that make his skull feel like it might split into two at the eye socket now.

Back when him and Vander first worked at the docks, after the mines but before the Lanes, Pilt was much murkier, the odour of decay and pollution crawling across all the blocks around it, windows closed tight even in the thick of summer. But working the ships, you got used to it quick, so they spent hours by the waters, between shifts when it made no sense to collapse on the mattress in the small room they split the rent on few lanes down. His mind now colours it in much brighter shades than he remembers the truth of it, no split and bruised skin from muggings walking down the alleys from nightshifts, no jobs busted so heavy they had had lay low with gnawing hunger in their stomachs for a month, no fights so harsh they rattled the walls of their tenement.

Silco remembers the sun in the suffocating heat of the summer tanning Vander’s skin golden, the snow melting on his lashes, long and almost unfitting on his rugged handsome face. Vander learned fishing from a girl further Topside, sweet youthful thing born and raised by the Promenade who has never tasted the thickness of Gray on her tongue. She skipped stones playfully with a flick of her lean wrist, her lips quirking at Vander’s flirtatious teases, her pockets opening at his words easily without fingers prying them open. Funny, the obtuse belief that sweet words can't hide anything behind them. Vander plucked her clean with teases and light touch, then came back to lay it all on the floor for Silco, lay with him on the thin mattress they elevated off the floor with bricks, lay his hands and mouth on him, lay beside him into dark hours before dawn where they both got up for another shift at the docks. Funny, the hot anger that nested in Silco’s admiration and love for Vander back then, how he imagined himself as the only one with a beast this insidious inside, Vander’s own emotions and rage visible on his face and in his fists so easily.

It raises to the surface so light and buoyant; he finds himself speaking as if the words were someone else's, "You don't hold it right."

Jinx pauses, squints at him, the rock between her thumb and a pointer. It's something Vander must have never shown her, the way he's shown Silco with his hand warm on Silco’s own. Maybe that's why he extends his hand towards her, waits till the impulse to throw the rock at him passes through her eyes, till she hands it over with petulant curiosity. He takes it between his thumb and middle finger, his wrist jolting from her touch before her fingers can brush over his.

Jinx squeals with a childish delight when the stone skips across the surface before drowning. High-pitched and with none of her usual manic cackle buried in the sound, it surprises him, as it always does, how playful and innocent she can still be. It gets hidden so well under her vicious remarks, smell of gunpowder on her clothes, the bruises and scrapes marking her arms from being out in place by Sevika’s supervision during assignments gone wrong.

There's dried blood under Jinx’s fingernails. Her bullet missed, grazed a major organ but not enough damage for a quick, clean job. Silco had to show her how to hold a knife, how to find the right artery on someone's throat. Her hand shook slightly, her shirt soaked with blood, the cut more an amateur saw job than a clean cut but she took it in, the determination to correct her mistake, the importance of cleaning up after herself.

Jinx doesn't need help locating the pulsating vein of old foolish memories on him for a cleaner cut. He doesn't need to leave these false memories of Vander that he thought he knew staining her like the blood under her nails. The dissection of those, of the parts that his mind discoloured over the years and the ones that Vander twisted even back then, it would do no good for either of them, the delusion of them having any value now. It would do no good for Jinx to share her own, the man he's come to respect and despise in the years between.

She turns the stone in her slim fingers with thought before putting one foot behind her, tongue caught between her teeth, face full of focus as she flicks her wrist to throw it. Heat spot in his throat means choking down rage, burning and churning and awful, but this one, the warmth somewhere in his ribcage, is worse, like a fire in the mine eating away the ground until it collapses on itself.

A low voice behind him makes him turn, catch Sevika’s evaluating gaze before she looks away. She's looking for the spot where the ground collapses, the soft mulch she can turn over to find everything turned to ash, nothing useful anymore.

Anything but a clean job, she said with blood still fresh on Jinx’s skin and her eyes still shaken but turning angrier. Silco stopped explaining his reasons a while ago, the way Sevika’s comments have fallen to a mumbled line here and there. You don't build a weapon overnight; fallbacks are to be expected. But Sevika, for her many qualities, has never been one for patience.

Still, if Silco's the eye watching, Sevika's the hand that turns over every death marked stone in Zaun. If there's a whisper of his position being undermined by anything, she would catch it, squash it, bring it back to him. He has to consider her.

Besides, she's not entirely wrong.

Silco steps back, turns to walk away. "Don't touch the bones."

He can only assume the disappointment he catches on Jinx’s face is brief.

***

The stench makes its way through Zaun in the summer.

It's a suffocating hot year, humidity punching breath out of your lungs. Once the smell starts, once it crawls through the alleys and lanes, grasps onto buildings and wisps itself through open windows and doors, it empties the streets within a week or two. The perfumed masks and clothes can't hold it back much longer than an hour, the agony so high it brings people to their knees, gagging and shaking with the need to expel it from their bodies.

It's rot, meat left out in the sun too long, decay sweet and sticky layering itself over openings and orifices and membranes like thin film that can’t be picked out with fingers. It's death, with the emptiness and silence of the streets cleared out by the palpable disgusting odour that nests in fabric and makes its home on skin, impossible to get out anymore.

The Last Drop becomes a point of minimal relief, the ventilation system installed barely before the start of summer providing small breathing room. The stone walls of undercity buildings keep cool fine, but they can't help the humid air, made worse by the need to keep the windows closed. Silco feels the sickness in his own stomach, his own throat, constantly now, watery saliva filling his mouth, making him pause, press fingertips into his temples to keep it at bay. The sharp throb in his head is constant now too, heat and nausea making it worse.

It's not just the high heat and gut-wrenching stench, though. Shimmer injections have been wracking his body more than in the years prior, he knows it. The bone deep fatigue after each dose doesn't leave anymore, the soreness of joints leaving him in constant discomfort.

And the headache. It makes it hard to think, leaving him paralysed in his dark bedroom, chills and spasms of pain running through his body.

Silco tries to blink away the aura of an upcoming episode, focus on Jinx perched on the desk in front of him. She’s sulking, after being told to stop hunching, to let him actually see the deep purple bruises on her fractured ribcage. They aren't as spread out on her back, only a ring around her torso. The ones on her chest, though, the sight made his throat spasm at the horrifying blue and purple bruising all the way around her ribcage, brushing her stomach, reaching far up into her cropped top before Jinx turned around, shrugged it off, pressed her shirt to her front for the sake of modesty before he even had to tell her this time.

Jinx smoothes out the bandage wrap over her chest when he hands her the end; he wraps it around her torso, waits until she smoothes out the front again. He'd rather Singed had a look at it, he would be able to feel out fractures and breaks better than Silco. Jinx wouldn't have it, though, injury or sickness making her sensitive to unwelcomed touch, bristling like an angry cat and shrieking like she was being burned with hot iron. Last time he went against this precaution, the year she came down with chicken pox, she bit down on Singed’s hand so deep the scars are still visible in light. Her nails barely missed Sevika’s corneas in her struggle to get out, stopped only by Silco’s intervention.

Silco can't chastise her for it, as much as Sevika believes he should force this disobedience out of Jinx. She's young still, an open wound that needs time and work to stop festering; he used to grovel the same, attack first when a hand on the shoulder made his skin feel on fire, adrenaline shooting through his toxin destroyed veins. The knife wound on his side still acts up from time to time, from being stitched too tight but he didn't have the skilful touch them, nerve endings still out in the open. People maintain their distance much easier these days, just like they do with Jinx already, leaning back from her offensive attacks on their personal space. She learns fast.

She's still petulant, though, prone to her moods. "I didn't do anything," she argues, voice tight with pain, the only leash on her anger.

"I will find out sooner or later." She huffs when Silco’s hand brushes against one of her vertebrates, then holds her breath when he runs it over the wrappings. Left side is the offender then. "I think you should prefer it was from you."

He keeps his voice level, calm. Accusation or any drop of viciousness, of a threat, only works to aggravate Jinx more. Under the calmness of his words and steadiness of his hands she drops her shoulders, her voice taking a whiney quality. "I didn't."

She pauses but Silco can tell the cogs in her head are spinning, toeing the line between deciding to say something and staying silent. He keeps the same repetitive motion, waits for her to adjust the wrapping on her chest before tightening, her hand fisting the material of her shirt so tight it wrinkles badly. "Sometimes I-" Jinx hesitates, then changes direction. "Vi broke her wrist once. And then I woke up and mine snapped too, just like that," a flick of her wrist, a quick snapping motion, "overnight. And she caught a knife on her hip another and she didn't want me to know. But I have the same scar now."

Silco should dismiss her, tell her to stop weaving such childish tales to herself. He can still recall this feeling though, unmoored by years and not discoloured by memories, him and Vander so close in the rented room, in the small tapestry of their converged life as if Vander’s inhale was Silco’s exhale. Back after the cannery, before Jinx was Jinx and her nightmares were still waking him up with horrific screams, he thought he could feel his veins bulging in the darkness of the Last Drop at night, feeling out the Shimmer swollen arteries that were never there with his fingers, his healthy eye tender like he was nursing a black eye, blood coming off his lip that was never split open.

"The dead can't hurt you," Silco tells her the way he told himself the same then. "Rather, they can if you let yourself believe they can. We know better than that, though, don't we?"

Jinx mutters something in reply, too low for him to hear. She bounces off the desk once the wrappings around her chest are secure in place, shrugs her shirt back on, tattered thing that falls down to her thighs on her small frame. She's out the door before Silco can tell her to mind her ribs.

He rolls down his sleeves, the vest forgone in the blistering heat, but collar and cuffs done up. He needs to get downstairs, get Sevika for a meeting requested by Karvyq soon. He heads towards the door but takes a moment to pause in front of a large painting behind the seatie.

It's a massive landscape, a dream of one really, an imagine Silco hasn't seen but can imagine so easily when he closes his eyes: the breath he takes is crisp and cool not stuffy and choking, the water still and so clear he sees nothing hiding at the bottom, the shade of the trees bent over the water welcoming instead of menacing, nothing hidden in the shadows. For a while after the commission was put up on the wall, he could have sworn there was element added, an outline of a person behind one of the trees, reflected in the water. Bulky tall frame, hair curled around its head, a vague shape of a beards distorting the jawline.

By the time the figure dissipated into greens and blues of the actual scenery, the artist has been dealt with, taking the brunt of the unexpected additions. It doesn't matter that the dark shape is not there, though, Silco can point exactly where it used to be, trace its outline with his finger on the canvas. Each time his eyes catch on the spot, his mind wanders, to the cold spots in odd places in the Last Drop, the faint laughter he knows so well that Silco swears he can hear in the bedroom. Sometimes, on the nights where his body gives up enough to allow him to fall into deep sleep, he could swear the mattress dips under the weight of another body, that he wakes up with the ghost of touch still on him, fingers on his face, his chest. Sometimes, this one he's sure of, he awakes with his throat burning, spasming trying to catch breath as if just barely escaped constraint around it.

He knew Jinx might feel it too, with her constant flickering gaze that can never rest on anything too long, her low breath monologues to herself that sound more like one-sided conversations than not. When she was younger, she was plagued with smells, strong odd scents giving her headaches that she complained about constantly, that no one else could smell. The awful bruising on her ribs is the worst Silco's seen on her, but there were others, smaller spots of burst vessels and cuts Jinx couldn't explain, that seemed a surprise to her as well often. The skin on her cheekbones splits constantly, both sides of her face sporting matching faint scars.

It's fitting. That it would be the violence, the betrayal, that haunts every room, the gory painful reality of what they've buried.

Silco shakes off the ridiculous idea; the pain in his temples meddles with his thoughts, makes him more prone to believe in stories. He gives the painting one last sweep, eyes falling briefly on the spot under the tree, the one where he could just trace the figure if he wanted to. He foregoes the vest and the coat thrown over the back of the seatie, the outside of the Last Drop likely to be unbearable.

It's much louder downstairs already than it would be equally in the early afternoon, the cool interior of the bar a refugee. Few steps away from the bar, through the noise, though, he hears a snippet of a louder, mora aggravated voice breaking through the crowd.

"-batshit crazy. Probably a goner already. Better her than us is what I say."

It gets noticeably quieter as he stops by the table, backs straightened, and replies hushed. "Elaborate."

As the owner of the aggravating voice sputters under his gaze, Silco regards him, tries to recover any memory of him. Lanky, short, young but not young enough to excuse lack of restraint. The veins on the insides of his wrists when he lays his hands on the table, turns them searching for explanation, glow purple faintly. Probably a runner, one of many.

"It's just a story, boss." His gaze stays on Silco despite the slight panic in his voice, Silco will give him that. His eyes don't fall on any of his companions at the table, no search for rescue that wouldn't come with how pointedly they turn away from the conversation. "How this, the whole city," he makes a roundabout movement with his finger as Sevika steps behind his chair, "is so fucking rotten. Dead under the ground and in the water, bursting with all the crazy so bad it could explode any time." His throat ticks in a swallow, his words coming to halt for a moment like he expects to be interrupted. When he sees Silco’s calm interest, he continues. "We need some people to carry the crazy, right? So it doesn't take us all out. It might break the girl soon, but it will leave us, none of the stench or dead bodies again," the boy finishes with some verve, slamming his hand flat on the table to emphasise before catching himself.

Silco folds his hands behind his back, tilts his head back, looks at the ceiling in consideration. "I see." The beams down in the bar don't make up a small maze a person could crawl on, cobwebs and dust covering the wood in heavy layers on tops. He blinks, half expects splashes of paint and blue braids trailing off the edge. He's not sure when it became a habit. He's not sure it should be a comfort.

He grabs the knife in his back pocket and in a swift movement drives the blade through the boy’s hand. He drugs it out in another as the boy’s shriek is covered by the thud of his chair toppling to the ground. Sevika grabs him by the back of his shirt, hands him of to someone else to be dealt with. She nods as Silco wipes the knife clean, tucks it back into his pocket. Her eyes don't speak of full approval, but she knows better than to undermine him in public.

Silco covers the open, sensitive spots on himself; he'll do the same for Jinx. A chink in her armour is a chink in his judgement, after all. No more to it than this simple fact, Sevika should know.

***

Silco doesn't dream of drowning. His dreams hold no pain in his chest, no desperate burn in his lungs, painful taste of saltwater filling his mouth, his nose. There is no adrenaline coursing through his veins, the panicked beating of his heart or flailing arms until he breaks the surface.

Instead, he dreams of dying. He dreams of the peace of his body failing, accepting resistance as futile. He dreams of silence under the water, his slowing heartbeat the only pounding in his ears. He dreams of nothingness, the absolute emptiness in his mind moments before his heart gave one last kick, last one spike of a fight that he grasped onto. Sometimes, he slips into sleep deep enough that he loses the separation of memory and reality, his heart kick jumping into wakefulness, pounding as he catches his breath, a reminder that despite all, he is still alive.

Tonight, though, Silco dreams of the fight. Burn in his throat, eyes, in his nose, his throat scratched raw and gasping on gulps of disgusting polluted water. Fire in his ruined eye, eating through bone underneath, fraying nerves until they feel like they push through the surface of skin, on display to be pulled on. Each time he wakes, his body feels surreal, unreal, pain detached but somehow still there, right before slipping back under, slipping back into the painful, destroyed body. Sometimes, when he wakes shaking, feverish, chills down his spine, goosebumps on his arms, he feels a gentle touch at his temples, his cheeks, carding through his hair. Simple, light, a voice he thinks he recognises but can't place before his mind blacks out again.

Silco wakes once more at some point, sleep clothes clinging to his skin with sweat, drenched like he is back from the river, like he never left, could never hope to leave and his mind clears enough to recognise the voice, if not the touch.

"Jinx." Her name comes out in a croak, each letter razor sharp, turning his throat bloody. "What-"

Palm laid over his forehead that Silco is sure he tries to shift away from, touch uncomfortable on the nerves he is sure are pulled apart on his face. His body doesn't move though, not an inch, and Jinx only shushes him.

Heavy touch on his eyelids, keeping them closed, too tangible to be mistaken for ghostly. "You told me a story."

Fingers brush sweat matted hair off his forehead; Jinx presses her cheek there, her breath hot on his face. "There was a crow once, scavenger like they all are. A hungry, selfish thing, cast out by his family because he couldn't stop." A ticklish brush over his pulse point, his throat where he swallows painfully. His fingers twitch, wishing to grasp her hand, to hold it still but his blood turned to lead, holding him down, unable to move. "On a thin night, he found it buried in tall grass, a corpse of a cat, with naked skin, patches of fur gone, plucked and ready all for him. It took him so much, made something swell in his birdsong chest he picked at its paws only, then left." Jinx turns her head slightly, to press her lips against his mangled eyelid. Silco flinches, the sudden movement sending daggers of pain through his skull. "But all the crow knew was hunger. So, he came back and plucked some more and covered the wounds with bits of flesh to stop himself, only to come back again and again."

Silco thinks he might have fallen asleep again. He thinks he might be in a nightmare, not death or drowning but something else, something creeping into open pores of his skin like poisonous gas, igniting warmth in his chest, lulling him closer with Jinx’s low voice, her cheek against his forehead. Or maybe this is dying maybe he's never come close to dying before so he didn't realise it’s never peaceful and now he's being goaded closer and closer, into a tale of his decaying heartbeat. "Each time the hole deepened he plucked a feather. Each time it festered, he went days without eating, until it was too much, and he came back to the cat. And then one day, he goes too deep, his beak hitting the ground underneath. He grabs his wing in his beak, ready to break the bone when he sees it." A hand slides under the collar of his shirt, presses against his burning chest and maybe dying isn't a lesson, a guidance, maybe it's plainly a scare, a chill of terror and disgust running down his spine. "The cat’s chest rising."

The hand slides out, the warm face against his disappears, a floaty uneasy sensation making Silco feel sick, making him shiver and slip under again.

Before he goes underwater, he feels Jinx press her face against his shoulder, the weight of her arm over his chest.

Next time he wakes, he's alone. Dawn creeps into the bedroom through slips in the blinds, cold and grey. It's still dark enough that opening his eyes doesn't reignite the headache but he can see the bedroom in full: the crumpled bedsheets next to him, Jinx’s thick pink bathrobe on the floor, the door cracked open that he always closes but Jinx doesn't. The sheets smell vaguely like the sickly-sweet lotion Jinx lathers herself in after her bath.

His body hurts, sore and heavy with fatigue, the cold of the morning combined with the sweat still damp on his skin making him shiver. Silco stumbles into the bathroom, no mind left to pay to how ungraceful his movements are, grasps onto the sink to keep himself upright.

Cold water splashed on his face helps, first full gasp of air making its way to his lungs, his mind clearing the tiniest bit. Silco turns off the tap, reaches for the towel, tries to untangle the Web of dreams and realities in his memories.

He was stupid to think he's the only one plagued by the dreams, the ghostly imaginations in the night. Has he not caught Jinx in the hallway once, right outside his door? He did, Silco remembers now: her bare feet on the floorboards, puny shoulders under the thick straps of her nightgown, loose hair and startled expression. He was out in one of the warehouses far later than intended, a problem with a shipment, but Jinx knew that so she should have expected his room to be empty. The surprise in her face wasn't about such pragmatic lapse in memory, it was unearthly, sudden, like she's been startled awake.

His stomach turns when he remembers the other nights, the phantom touch of a hand under his nose, over his chest, checking for signs of life, of presence. The touch is much more tangible now than when he recalled it before.

He pushes himself upright, off the sink, but his ribs give a sharp stab of pain when he tries. The garish ring of bruises around Silco’s ribs is visible even before he pulls his shirt up fully. Too focused on covering Jinx’s softness, his own, he never considered the rot would start if left unattended, that it would show on the outside. That Jinx would be the first one to start picking at it incessantly.

He finds Jinx in the kitchen. She's sitting criss-cross on a chair, elbows resting on the table, hunched so deep Silco would see her sharp shoulder blades jutting out if her frame wasn't engulfed in a shirt far too big for her size. She pushed her bangs behind her ears but did nothing to contain the waves of hair spilling over the chair, the table, the floor, probably shedding long hairs everywhere. Something she knows drives him mad. She looks at Silco with mild interest, dipping a piece of bread into a jar of orange marmalade she's fond of, crumbs falling into the jar; disgusting but he waves it off by now. They keep it only for her sake anyway, Silco doesn't care much for sweet food.

His throat still aches when he asks, "Was the cat alive?"

Jinx scrunches her eyebrows at him in confusion, speaks around the bite of bread in her mouth, "You're finally going senile, old man."

He exhales deep; her face doesn't change. Silco turns to leave.

He pauses once Jinx can't see his face. "I think it was." No shuffling, no creaking of the chair behind him. She’s hanging onto each word. "I think it was alive the whole time. Because it knew the crow wouldn't return otherwise."

Because a needy prey is easier to capture, he doesn't add.

He leaves without waiting for her reaction, behind his back only silence.

***

The fires start in autumn.

First one takes down a building by the docks; the block of tiny, rented rooms, housing many young men working the ships. Not an uncommon occurrence in undercity, with the structures too old to handle new furnaces, furnaces too old to handle their purpose anymore. With people too angry to let some of them stay. Only the placement is odd, at first, with the pumps so close the fire shouldn't have eaten through the wood and stone so easy. Then, a whole block in the lanes, storefronts charred and turned to broken glass and rubble. Whispers of payments missed go across the Lanes, heads turned away because it’s the law of the land, no worth risking your own skin picking up on it. Silco turns his too, that part of the Lanes technically out of his overseeing, under Crimson’s control. He's not one to clean up someone else's dirt.

He makes his way to the Sump when one of the mines ignites. By the time Silco steps foot on the worn-out ground of the site, the fire has been long contained, burning out underneath the surface. The crowd that must have gathered around the site when the news broke first, hoping and pleading for survivors, has long dispersed too.

When the mine that took his father's life exploded years and years ago, he stood here, maybe in this exact spot, until the last fire underground burned out. His own hopes burned out fast too but his mother's haven't; she couldn't have waited here, though, not with her fragile back and diseased lungs. So Silco did, until it was clear there was no more waiting worth doing.

He gives a curt sympathetic nod when Voss complains about her loss, the profit drowned under the piles of collapsed ground. He swallows biter bile, leaves while she's mid-word. He doesn't wait for the fire to burn out, not this time.

Jinx is easy to find these days, holed up in her workshop deep in the Sump. He steps on blades carefully, even though he's made sure they were stable to handle any weight before bringing Jinx down here. The absolute abyss stretching down underneath them into the maw of the earth makes him uneasy, though he hides it from Jinx well.

She's stretched out on her stomach, up ahead on the same blade. He walks over the tally marks scratched out in the metal; he counted them once, Jinx rummaging through her clutter and giggling to herself somewhere in the distance. Well over a thousand, too high to be bodies. Other option, not much less gruesome to him, enough days to count a little over three years.

Jinx is picking at something, paint supplies and random scraps of materials thrown all around her, feet kicking in the air. He expects a painting, maybe one of those awful dolls she likes to put together and hang from the ceiling with rope around their necks. Maybe it's the flash grenade he assigned her a while ago, something easier to carry, to hide up one’s sleeve.

His stomach heaves, bile in his throat when he sees the skull in her hands, yellowed bone with teeth missing, part of the jaw gone completely. Patches of fur around the part of the jaw that is still intact, resemblance of a beard, the lines by eye sockets indicating crow’s feet. Macabre, disgusting, somehow impossible not to be recognised in a heartbeat.

Jinx looks startled at his approach, her hands dropping the skull to the ground, palms over the top like she's trying to hide it. She doesn't look sheepish, though, not with her chin jutted out high, her wide eyes with no fear in the corneas, burrowing right into his. She holds his gaze even as her hands shake a little, her grip on the skull firmer as she tries to conceal it.

Silco's proud of her for it in a way, truth be told.

His knees creak inelegantly when he sits on the ground next to her, harsh metal bothering him much more that it doesn't her with her youth, her bones seemingly so flexible she might as well be made of something malleable, bamboo or soft plastic.

He hears her breath catch when he starts, "I was younger than you when me and Vander started working at the mines. I was a hurrier, he was my thruster." Silco doesn’t slip down that mine shaft in his dreams anymore but for years he did: the darkness, the narrow tunnels, the way the ground never seemed stable enough to wiggle his way through them like that. Vander’s breath and his body pushing the weight of the tub behind him the only points grounding him in the darkness. "We were walking home in a group of boys one day when we heard it, the long pitiful mewl from the drainage pit. One of the colliery cats fell deep into the water and couldn't get out. We all felt bad for it, tried to kill it with rocks so it wouldn't drown until Vander stopped us." He still remembers the taste of his surprise, something like tiny pinch of betrayal at the break in his knowledge of Vander’s character. Jinx wouldn't realise maybe, the Vander he's met through bits and pieces of stories she let slip a mere shadow of the one he knows, a mockery of his memories. "He found a rope and a bucket somewhere and fished it out, then took it home with him."

Jinx's eyes alight, her cheeks flushed, she listens to his words with capture. She wets her cracked lips before asking, "What happened to it?"

Her voice is a little hoarse; on impulse, Silco lays his palm on her forehead, presses the back of it to her cheeks. She's burning all over, her feverish skin making his own feel hot again.

He drops his hand. "It died days later anyway, a sickly weak thing. Vander liked those, needy things."

Jinx scowls, an ugly expression on her petite face. "Is that what you were?"

She doesn't flinch, her instincts dormant or maybe contained when he reaches towards her, grasps her chin in his fingers. He tilts her head up towards him, her skin damp with sweat in his grip. Jinx only grabs onto his wrist but doesn't dig her nails into flesh, doesn't pull his hand away from herself. She lets him, watching him with the same scowl, the same bright eyes.

He loosens his grip. "No. That's what we were. So much for family." Her lip quivers, just the tiniest break, but her face doesn't fall. He's proud of her for that too. "Not anymore, though, is it?"

"No," Jinx replies, her voice echoing in the depth of the mine shaft.

"Good." He drops his hand, but Jinx doesn't let her grip on his wrist loosen. She holds her hand there, her face softening under the small praise.

Silco can work with this. The attention and regard from him that pulls back her hardened layers enough to reveal the rotten softness, like peeling skin off fruit. He can't keep his own covered either, not with Jinx digging her fingers into him relentlessly, knowing where to dig because she's so much like him. It might have been a mistake to recognise it in the first place, with Vander’s body behind her shaking pitiful figure, her anger and despair a vice-like grip around them both. She found all the damaged spots, the ones beaten into pulp enough to sink her fingers in. Silco can't force her to unlearn this knowledge now, but he can control where she stabs, where her violence can explode into fire and ruin and decay.

For now, at least.

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4x4 Winches in Australia Navigating the Outback

Australia's diverse landscapes, from rugged mountain trails to vast desert plains, offer incredible opportunities for off-road adventures. But venturing into these remote areas requires proper preparation and the right equipment. Among the essential gear for any serious off-roader, 4x4 winches stand out as a crucial safety and recovery tool. This guide explores the world of 4x4 winches in Australia, offering insights for both seasoned adventurers and those new to the 4WD scene.

Why a Winch is Essential for Australian Off-Roading

A 4x4 winch is a powerful mechanical device used to pull a vehicle out of difficult situations, such as mud, sand, or steep inclines. In Australia's challenging terrain, getting bogged is a real possibility. A winch provides a self-recovery option when other methods, like snatch straps or recovery tracks, are insufficient. It can also be used to assist other vehicles or to clear obstacles from the trail.

Understanding the Different Types of 4x4 Winches

Several types of 4x4 winches are available on the market, each with its own advantages and disadvantages:

Electric Winches: These are the most common type for recreational 4WDing. They are powered by the vehicle's battery and offer reliable performance in most situations. Electric winches are relatively easy to install and operate, making them a popular choice for many off-roaders.

Hydraulic Winches: These winches use hydraulic pressure generated by the vehicle's power steering pump. They offer exceptional pulling power and are less susceptible to overheating than electric winches. However, they are more complex to install and generally more expensive.

PTO (Power Take-Off) Winches: These winches are driven directly by the vehicle's engine through a power take-off unit. They offer very high pulling power and continuous operation but are typically found on specialized off-road vehicles and are less common for recreational use.

Choosing the Right Winch for Your Needs

Selecting the appropriate 4x4 winch depends on several factors, including the weight of your vehicle, the type of terrain you'll be tackling, and your budget. A general rule of thumb is to choose a winch with a pulling capacity at least 1.5 times the gross vehicle weight (GVW).

Other important considerations include:

Rope Type: Winches use either steel cable or synthetic rope. Synthetic rope is lighter, safer to handle, and doesn't develop sharp burrs like steel cable. However, it is more susceptible to abrasion and UV damage.

Motor and Gearbox: The motor and gearbox are crucial components that determine the winch's pulling power and speed. Look for reputable brands known for their reliability.

Mounting System: A sturdy winch mount is essential for safe and effective operation. Ensure the mount is compatible with your vehicle and properly installed.

Where to Find 4x4 Winches for Sale in Australia

Finding 4X4 winches for sale is relatively easy in Australia, with numerous retailers specializing in off-road equipment. Options include:

Specialty 4x4 Stores: These stores offer a wide selection of winches and other off-road gear, often with expert advice available.

Online Retailers: Online marketplaces provide a convenient way to compare prices and browse a vast selection of products.

Automotive Parts Stores: Some automotive parts stores also carry a range of 4x4 winches, although the selection might be more limited.

When looking at 4X4 winches for sale, it's important to research brands, read reviews, and compare prices to ensure you're getting a quality product at a fair price.

Safe Winching Practices

Using a 4x4 winch safely requires proper training and adherence to safety guidelines. Always wear gloves and appropriate protective gear. Inspect the winch and rigging before each use. Never exceed the winch's rated pulling capacity. Use a winch damper to minimize the risk of rope recoil in case of breakage.

Investing in a quality 4x4 winch and learning how to use it safely are essential steps for any off-roader exploring Australia's challenging terrain. With the right equipment and knowledge, you can confidently navigate the outback and enjoy the incredible adventures it has to offer.

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Your 4x4 Deserves Better: How a Custom Exhaust System Improves Engine Breathing and Power

When it comes to maximizing the performance of your 4x4 vehicle, one upgrade often overlooked is the exhaust system. A custom exhaust system can make a world of difference in how your engine performs, improving both power output and fuel efficiency. Whether you drive a Ford Ranger, Toyota Hilux, Nissan Patrol, or Land Cruiser, a custom exhaust system from a top seller like Outback Exhausts could be the key to unlocking your vehicle's true potential.

Why Choose a Custom Exhaust System?

A vehicle's exhaust system is much more than just a collection of pipes that transport emissions. It plays a crucial role in how efficiently the engine operates. When you upgrade to a custom exhaust, you're essentially enhancing the engine's ability to "breathe." This means better airflow from the engine, which directly impacts performance, fuel efficiency, and overall engine health. The stock exhaust systems that come with most vehicles are designed for mass production and general use, which often means they're restrictive. These systems can limit the amount of exhaust gas that flows out, which in turn restricts the engine's ability to take in fresh air for combustion. With a custom exhaust system, the size and design of the pipes are tailored to match the engine's needs, which optimizes its performance and allows it to run more smoothly.

Increased Power and Torque

One of the main benefits of installing a custom exhaust system is the noticeable improvement in power and torque. When exhaust gases can flow more freely, the engine doesn’t have to work as hard to expel them. This reduction in exhaust backpressure allows the engine to breathe easier, which leads to more efficient combustion. The result? More power to the wheels.For popular 4x4 models like the Toyota Hilux, Ford Ranger, Nissan Patrol, and Toyota Land Cruiser, this translates into improved acceleration and better off-road performance. Whether you're tackling challenging terrains or cruising on highways, a custom exhaust system will make your ride more responsive and enjoyable.

Better Fuel Efficiency

Fuel efficiency is another key advantage of upgrading your exhaust system. A more efficient engine translates to less fuel needed for the same level of performance. By reducing the strain on the engine and improving its air-to-fuel ratio, a custom exhaust system helps optimize fuel consumption.For 4x4 owners, this can be particularly beneficial during long drives or when towing heavy loads. With improved engine efficiency, you’ll spend less time at the fuel pump and more time enjoying your adventures. Outback Exhausts’ custom systems are designed with performance and economy in mind, offering a solution that suits both your power needs and your wallet.

Durability and Longevity

When you invest in a custom exhaust system from a trusted brand like Outback Exhausts, you’re not only upgrading performance but also enhancing your vehicle’s longevity. Outback Exhausts are built to withstand the harsh Australian environment, with high-quality materials that resist rust and corrosion. Whether you’re driving through rain, mud, or dusty terrain, a custom exhaust system ensures your vehicle’s exhaust components remain in excellent condition.Moreover, these systems are engineered to be durable under the demanding conditions typical of off-roading. With the right exhaust in place, your 4x4 can handle whatever challenges the road—or off-road tracks—throw at it.

A Perfect Fit for Popular 4x4 Models

Outback Exhausts has built a reputation as one of the top sellers of exhaust systems in Australia, thanks to their high-quality products and attention to detail. They offer custom exhausts for some of the most popular 4x4 models on the market, including the Ford Ranger, Toyota Hilux, Land Cruiser, and Nissan Patrol.Each system is tailored to suit the specific requirements of these vehicles. Whether you're driving a workhorse like the Hilux or the powerhouse Toyota Land Cruiser, Outback Exhausts ensures a perfect fit, easy installation, and a noticeable improvement in engine performance. The company’s expertise in 4x4 exhaust design means that you can trust them to provide the best solution for your vehicle.

Enhanced Sound and Aesthetic Appeal

Aside from the performance benefits, a custom exhaust system also offers an improvement in sound. For many 4x4 enthusiasts, the deep growl of a well-tuned exhaust is a hallmark of power and performance. Outback Exhausts provides exhaust systems that not only optimize performance but also enhance the vehicle's sound, giving it a more aggressive and throaty tone.Moreover, the aesthetic appeal of a custom exhaust system cannot be understated. With options for different finishes, including polished stainless steel and matte black, your vehicle will look as good as it performs. A custom exhaust not only improves functionality but also adds a stylish and rugged edge to your 4x4.

Conclusion: A Smart Investment for Your 4x4

If you're looking to get more from your 4x4, upgrading to a custom 4x4 exhaust system is one of the best decisions you can make. By enhancing engine breathing, improving power and fuel efficiency, and increasing the lifespan of your vehicle, Outback Exhausts offers a solution that takes your 4x4 to the next level. With a wide range of options for top models like the Ford Ranger, Toyota Hilux, Nissan Patrol, and Land Cruiser, investing in a custom exhaust system is an easy way to enhance your 4x4's performance and style. Why settle for the standard when your vehicle deserves better?

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The Drilling Waste Management Market size was valued at USD 6.02 Bn. in 2023 and the total revenue is expected to grow by 5.92% from 2024 to 2030, reaching nearly USD 9.01 Bn.

Solids Control technology's benefits, such as higher penetration rates, lower mud costs and base fluid requirements, and less differential sticking, are responsible for the segment's expansion. Additionally, among other factors, lower disposal and wear and maintenance costs for pumps are driving up demand for solids control drilling waste management technology.

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Guar Gum Market - Forecast(2024 - 2030)

Guar Gum Market Overview:

Guar Gum Market Size is forecast to reach $2521.2 Million by 2030, at a CAGR of 7.70% during forecast period 2024-2030.Increasing import value of guar gum across the world is elevating the demand and preference for guar gum. Import value of “Thickeners and mucilages derived from guar seeds” is recorded as $1.08m in 2018, experienced a 14% annual growth in import value during 2024-2030. IndustryARC’s latest market research report states that the global guar gum market was valued at $790m in 2018 and is estimated to propel with a healthy CAGR of 7.40% throughout the foreseen period 2024-2030.

North America region occupied a domineering share of 52% in the global guar gum market as of 2018. U.S. is the largest importer of mucilages and thickeners, derived from locust beans, and guar seeds in 2018. It has recorded an import value of $435,573 in 2018, and experienced a 3% annual growth in the import value from 2017 to 2018. In addition to this, U.S. has also established itself as a leading country with a 40.5% share in the worldwide guar gum imports. These factors altogether add value to the North America share in the global gum market.

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Guar Gum Market Outlook:

Guar gum is a galactomannan polysaccharide which has been taken out from guar beans. Guar gum fibers and additives offer improved thickening and binding abilities to the food products and gaining traction of recurring and loyal customers who come back for more products. Thus, the demand for Eco-friendly organic guar gum is increasing in various countries. This product's trade process usually take place in two major forms such as guar gum powder and guar gum splits.  

Demand for guar gum continues to rise in the crude oil industry. As, it is a very important aid in the oil well drilling. Additionally it is extremely useful in oil well stimulation, oil well fracturing and mud drilling. Underground natural gas reservoirs are treated through hydraulic fracturing process in which a mixture of guar gum and water-based fracturing fluids has to be pumped out. Growing demand for guar gum by the fracturing fluids is gaining traction of the guar gum exporters.

Guar Gum Market Growth Drivers:

· Food Industry

Guar gum powder is widely utilized in the preparation of gluten-free pastries, noodles, jams, vegan food and ice cream. This powder has a wide variety of applications in salad dressings, soups, and sauces to control the thickness level and to provide smooth texture to the food. As it is the most effective natural thickener used in the food. Guar gum powder is the most potent agent for perfect baking. It also preferred as an additive in the food industry. In addition to this, guar gum is used in the vegan food because it act as a vegan friendly gelatin alternative and helpful in thickening the texture of a liquid. 

· Petroleum Industry

Guar gum and its derivatives have a larger scope of expansion through wide range of applications in the petroleum industry. Because they were used as elements in numerous formulations which includes corrosion inhibition, enhanced oil recovery, fracturing fluids, and viscosity improvers.

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Guar Gum Market Trend

· Oil & Gas Industry

Guar gum powder is dynamically ideal solution for oil and gas recovery from oceans, due to its properties such as high viscosity, nonionic nature and others. Guar gum is used to control water and fluid loss, provide cooling and lubrication to drill bits, act as a shale inhibitor and solids carrier as well. Therefore, these multifunctions of guar gum are increasing its growth in oil and well drilling.

Guar Gum Market Key Players Perspective –

Some of the major guar gum market share players evolving in the global guar gum market are noted as Hindustan Gum & Chemicals Ltd., Jai Bharat Gum and Chemicals Ltd, Shree Ram Industries, rama gum industries limited, Tiku Ram Gum & Chemicals Pvt. Ltd., Dabur India Ltd., Guangrao Liuhe Chemicals Co. Ltd., Sarda Gums and Chemicals, Global Gums & Chemicals Pvt. Ltd., Ingredion Incorporated, and Supreme Gums Pvt. Ltd.

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Guar Gum Market Research Scope:

The base year of the study is 2018, with forecast done up to 2025. The study presents a thorough analysis of the competitive landscape, taking into account the market shares of the leading companies. It also provides information on unit shipments. These provide the key market participants with the necessary business intelligence and help them understand the future of the guar gum market. The assessment includes the forecast, an overview of the competitive structure, the market shares of the competitors, as well as the market trends, market demands, market drivers, market challenges, and product analysis. The market drivers and restraints have been assessed to fathom their impact over the forecast period. This report further identifies the key opportunities for growth while also detailing the key challenges and possible threats. The guar gum market research report also analyses the application of the guar gum in various industries such as food & beverages, pharmaceuticals and others.  

Guar Gum Market Report: Industry Coverage

This report also documents the guar gum market based on functions that includes thickening, gelling agent, stabilizing, fat replacer, emulsification and preservative functions.

The guar gum market report also analyzes the major geographic regions as well as the major countries in these regions. The regions and countries covered in the study include:

North America: The U.S., Canada, Mexico

South America: Brazil, Venezuela, Argentina, Ecuador, Peru, Colombia, Costa Rica

Europe: The U.K., Germany, Italy, France, the Netherlands, Belgium, Spain, Denmark

APAC: China, Japan, Australia, South Korea, India, Taiwan, Malaysia, Hong Kong

Middle East and Africa: Israel, South Africa, Saudi Arabia

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Key Market Players:

The Top 5 companies in the Guar Gum Market are:

Cargill Inc

Ingredion

Vikas WSP

Neelkanth Polymers

Virdhara International

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The Function and Importance of Oil Wells in the Industry

Oil wells are a cornerstone of the global energy industry, providing the essential raw material for countless products and services. The oil extracted from these wells plays a pivotal role in modern society, from fueling vehicles to producing electricity and even manufacturing plastics. This article explores the function of oil wells and their significance in the industry, offering insights into their operation, economic impact, and environmental considerations.

How Oil Wells Operate

Oil wells are complex systems that extract crude oil beneath the Earth's surface. The process begins with identifying a potential oil reservoir, usually detected through geological surveys and seismic studies. Once a site is chosen, drilling operations commence.

Drilling Process

The drilling process involves using a drill bit to penetrate the Earth's crust, reaching the rock formations that contain oil. This is accomplished using a rotary drill, advanced into the ground with a mixture of water, clay, and chemicals known as drilling mud. This mixture helps to cool the drill bit, remove rock cuttings, and maintain pressure in the well.

Once the desired depth is reached, a steel casing is inserted to prevent the well from collapsing and to isolate different underground layers. Cement is pumped around the casing to secure it and create a barrier against potential groundwater contamination.

Extraction Techniques

Oil is brought to the surface through various extraction techniques. The primary method is mechanical, using pumps to lift the oil from the well. In some cases, natural pressure from the reservoir is sufficient to push the oil to the surface. Enhanced oil recovery methods such as steam injection or chemical flooding may increase output for deeper or less productive wells.

Economic Impact of Oil Wells

Oil wells' economic significance extends beyond their direct contributions to the energy sector. They are integral to a vast network of industries and services.

Employment and Industry Growth

Oil wells create jobs and drive economic growth in numerous regions. The oil sector provides employment for millions, from the skilled workers involved in drilling and extraction to those in support industries such as transportation and refining. Additionally, regions with substantial oil reserves often experience economic boosts through local businesses, infrastructure development, and increased investment.

Global Trade and Energy Security

Oil is a globally traded commodity, and oil wells are vital in meeting the world's energy demands. Countries with substantial oil production capacities can influence global markets and secure energy needs. This also affects geopolitical dynamics, as oil resources often play a strategic role in international relations and trade policies.

Revenue Generation

For many countries, oil production is a significant source of government revenue. This income can fund public services, infrastructure projects, and social programs. The revenue from oil wells often supports national budgets and contributes to overall economic stability.

Environmental Considerations

While oil wells are crucial for energy production and economic growth, they also pose environmental challenges. Addressing these concerns is essential for sustainable development.

Pollution and Habitat Disruption

Oil drilling and extraction can lead to pollution and habitat disruption. Spills and leaks on land or sea can have severe environmental consequences, affecting wildlife and ecosystems. The operation of oil wells also impacts local habitats through land use changes and noise pollution.

Climate Change Impact

Oil burning contributes to greenhouse gas emissions, which drive climate change. As the world grapples with the effects of global warming, the oil industry faces increasing pressure to reduce its carbon footprint and explore cleaner energy alternatives.

Regulatory and Technological Advances

In response to environmental concerns, the oil industry is implementing stricter regulations and investing in new technologies. Innovations in drilling techniques, such as horizontal drilling and hydraulic fracturing, aim to increase efficiency while minimizing environmental impact. Additionally, there is a growing emphasis on environmental management practices and spill response strategies to mitigate risks.

The Future of Oil Wells

The future of oil wells and the broader oil industry is evolving in response to changing energy demands and environmental pressures.

Transition to Renewable Energy

As renewable energy sources like solar and wind become more viable, the oil industry is experiencing a shift in focus. Companies are investing in alternative energy technologies and exploring ways to integrate renewable energy into their operations. This transition aims to balance energy needs with environmental stewardship.

Technological Innovations

Advancements in technology continue to drive improvements in oil extraction and production. Enhanced recovery techniques, digital monitoring, and automation make oil wells more efficient and less environmentally damaging. The industry is also exploring ways to capture and store carbon emissions, reducing environmental impact.

Regulatory Evolution

Oil production regulations are becoming more stringent, reflecting growing concerns about environmental protection and sustainability. The industry must navigate these evolving regulations while adapting to market changes and technological advancements.

Oil wells are fundamental to the global energy infrastructure, playing a critical role in meeting energy demands, supporting economic growth, and influencing international trade. While they provide significant benefits, they also present environmental challenges that require ongoing attention and innovation. As the industry moves forward, balancing the need for energy with environmental stewardship will be crucial in shaping a sustainable future.