#Optical Ceramics

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Optical Ceramics Market Report with Top Key Players Landscape, Marketing Channels 2031

The Insight Partners market research Optical Ceramics Market Size and Share Report | 2031 is now available for purchase. This report offers an exclusive evaluation of a range of business environment factors impacting market participants. The market information included in this report is assimilated and reliant on a few strategies, for example, PESTLE, Porter's Five, SWOT examination, and market dynamics

Optical Ceramics market is evaluated based on current scenarios and future projections are added keeping the projected period in consideration. This report integrates the valuation of Optical Ceramics market size for esteem (million USD) and volume (K Units). Research analysts have used top-down, bottom-up, primary, and secondary research approaches to evaluate and approve the Optical Ceramics market estimation.

Detailed scrutiny of market shares, optional sources, and basic essential sources has been done to integrate only valid facts. This research further reveals strategies to help companies grow in the Optical Ceramics market.

Key objectives of this research are:

To contemporary market dynamics including drivers, challenges, threats, and opportunities in the Optical Ceramics market.

To analyze the sum and market estimation of the worldwide Optical Ceramics market

Based on key facets, market segments are added.

The competitive analysis covers key market players and their business strategies.

To examine the Optical Ceramics Market for business probable and strategic outlook.

To review the Optical Ceramics Market size, key regions and countries, end-users, and statistical details.

To offer strategic recommendations based on the latest market developments, and Optical Ceramics market trends.

Perks of The Insight Partners’ Optical Ceramics Market Research

Market Trends: Our report reveals developing Optical Ceramics market trends that are poised to reshape the market preparing businesses with the foresight to retain their competitive edge. This Market research report presents market trends, supply chain analysis, leading participants, and business growth strategies. This research covers technological progress and key developments covering various aspects of the inclusive market. It is valuable market research for existing key players as well as new entrants in the Optical Ceramics Market. Through inputs derived from experts, this research attempts to guide future investors about market details and potential returns on investment. 

Competitive Landscape: This research reveals key market players, their strategies, and possible areas for differentiation.

Analysts Viewpoint: We have industry-specific experts who add credibility to this report with their exclusive viewpoints based on market understanding and expertise. This report goes further into details of entire business processes and doesn’t restrict to only operational aspects. These insights cover venture economics and include tactics for capital investment, investor funding, and projections of ROIs.  Net income and profit loss financial stats are crucial metrics of this Optical Ceramics market report. With these meticulous insights companies can reduce their risks and increase the success rate in the coming decade. 

Optical Ceramics Market Report Coverage:

Report Attributes

Details

Segmental Coverage

Material

Sapphire

Aluminum Oxynitride

Spinel

End-use

Optics and Optoelectronics

Aerospace

Defense and Security

Energy

Regional and Country Coverage

North America (US, Canada, Mexico)

Europe (UK, Germany, France, Russia, Italy, Rest of Europe)

Asia Pacific (China, India, Japan, Australia, Rest of APAC)

South / South & Central America (Brazil, Argentina, Rest of South/South & Central America)

Middle East & Africa (South Africa, Saudi Arabia, UAE, Rest of MEA)

Market Leaders and Key Company Profiles

II-VI Optical Systems

CeramTec

CeraNova

CoorsTek

Konoshima Chemicals Co. Ltd.

Kyocera

Murata Manufacturing Co. Ltd

Saint- Gobain

Schott AG

Surmet Corporation

Other key companies 

What all adds up to the credibility of this research?

A comprehensive summary of the contemporary Optical Ceramics market scenario

Precise estimations on market revenue forecasts and CAGR to rationalize resources

Regional coverage to uncover new markets for business

Rivalry analysis aims to help corporations at a modest edge

Facts-based crystal-clear insights for business success

The research can be customized as per business necessities

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[sorrysomethingwentwrong]

Robert Dawson, "In Perspective Willow 1,"

Screen printing by Pamela Moreton Ceramics,

Bone china,

Overall: 3/4 × 10 1/2 × 10 1/2 in. (1.9 × 26.7 × 26.7 cm)

The MFAH Collections

[bizarreauhavre]

ceramic sculpture by Alma Berrow, (fried 2023).

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Alumina-graphite brick

System Al2O3-C-Si

Composition Al2O3, C up to 30 (wt%), Si few%

[...]

Processing Powders and flake graphite mixed and granulated with phenolic resin or pitch binder. Heated <400°C to decompose binder leaving behind a fine C bond. Antioxidising additives (e.g. Al, Si, SiC, B4C) used to protect the C and graphite flakes. Granulated mix is hot isostatically pressed and fired in reducing atmosphere.

Applications Hollow-ware for steel continuous casting e.g. submerged entry nozzles and shrouds and sliding gate valves.

Sample preparation Polished but unetched.

Technique Reflected light microscopy

Length bar 400 μm

Further information The fused alumina ceramic grain and natural graphite flakes (seen edge on in the micrograph) are held together by a polymer-derived carbon bond and protected from oxidation by a metal (bright Si) which betters oxygen in use to form e.g. SiO2. A true composite material.

Contributor Prof W E Lee

Organisation Department of Engineering Materials, University of Sheffield

Source.

[jcmarchi]

Exploring the dynamic world of laser welding - Technology Org

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Exploring the dynamic world of laser welding - Technology Org

In the realm of manufacturing and engineering, advancements in technology continually redefine the boundaries of what is possible. Among these innovations, laser micro welding stands out as a remarkable technique that has revolutionized the way delicate components are joined together. 

Laser welding. Illustrative photo. Image credit: Chokniti Khongchum via pexels.com, free license

How laser micro welding works

At its core, laser micro welding is a welding possess that utilizes a focused laser beam to join small components with extreme accuracy. Unlike traditional welding methods that often involve heat-intensive processes, such as arc welding or gas welding, laser micro welding operates on a different principle, harnessing the power of coherent light to melt and fuse materials together. 

The different possible applications

One of the key advantages of laser micro welding is its ability to achieve high-quality welds in materials with varying compositions and thicknesses. Whether it’s dissimilar metals, thermoplastics, or even fragile materials like glass or ceramics, laser micro melding offers a level of precision that is unmatched by other, conventional, welding techniques. 

The benefits of laser micro welding

One of the most important features of laser micro welding is its minimal heat-affected zone (HAZ). Unlike other welding methods that can cause deformation, warping, or material damage due to excessive heat, laser micro welding minimizes thermal impact on the surrounding area. 

Efficiency and cost-effectiveness

Laser micro welding also offers practical benefits. It offers unmatched repeatability and consistency, ensuring that each weld meets the highest standard or quality and reliability. This is critical in industries where precision is non-negotiable, such as medical device manufacturing or aerospace engineering, where the smallest defect could have significant consequences. 

The future of laser micro welding

Technology is constantly developing, and so do the potential applications of laser micro welding. From microelectronics and microfluidics to jewelry and dental prosthetics, this technique knows no boundaries. Laser micro welding is on its way to becoming the forefront of innovation.

[jonslen24]

Optical Transparent Ceramic Materials Market Trends, Growth and Regional Outlook and Forecast 2030

This report describes the global market size of Optical Transparent Ceramic Materials from 2018 to 2021 and its CAGR from 2018 to 2021, and also forecasts its market size to the end of 2030 and its expected to grow with a CAGR of 12.4% from 2023 to 2030.

[cyberrose2001]

Can we pretty please have some angsty fluff?

Maybe Optimus Prime from TFP returning to Earth because he missed his s/o. (Let's pretend RID never existed. Please.) Maybe he left on a bad note and they told him that they'd never forgive him. And once he's back, she's completely ignoring him and she's trying her best to avoid him at all costs

You can choose what to do in the end. I want to see your mind wander :DD

Unforgiven Goodbyes

TFP Optimus x human! gn! reader

whoops

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injury/blood, mental struggles, just straight-up angst.

Word count: 2,475

You're pissed off. No, you're more than pissed off. A tangle of emotions that would take a lifetime to detangle in your mind. You are pissed off, heartbroken, angry, yet excruciatingly relieved to see him.

But you can't bring yourself to face him again. That beautiful, other-worldly sculpted face seems to torment you whenever you close your eyes. That moment when he looked back at you before he plunged himself into the Well of Allsparks, the look of apologetic heroicness. It burned into your brain and left a nasty scab that you can't help but pick at. But the scar has healed. You've disciplined yourself to stop scratching it, but watching him walk through the hangar doors ripped it open once again.

You've distracted yourself as much as you can. Doing pointless chores around the new base the bots have made themselves at home with, going for long walks outside by yourself, hiding around every corner when you hear that rumbling voice. You tried everything to keep the wound closed, to pretend that he's still dead, to justify all the mourning you've gone through all these years.

Another reason not to face him was how you reacted when he told you his plan. You were the first to know, and you've never felt your heart sink so fast. It was like he had struck a dagger to your stomach and kissed you as you were bleeding out. You had exploded with anger you couldn't control and stormed out before he could do anything about it. You screamed at him as he collapsed onto his knees that you would never forgive him, and so far, you've kept that promise. The next time you saw him was before he made his great sacrifice, and you had nothing else to say to him. You couldn't say anything else.

And you won't for a long time, not when you have headphones on to block out the world. You stand at the sink in the human kitchen. It's semi-exposed to the main base, with a half-wall shielding the stove and sink. You're not sure why it's exposed; it must be concerning the lack of rooms in this old military bunker. You don't care anyway. You only care about scrubbing the dishes beyond clean and slamming them onto the drying rack before you break the delicate ceramic plates from gripping them too hard.

While cleaning the dishes, you don't realise how much of a racket you're making with your music blasting and capture the attention of the one bot you were trying to avoid.

Optimus.

He looks at you curiously, a hint of longing in his optics. Optimus knows you're avoiding him, and it's so blatantly obvious that everyone notices, too, creating tension through the base you could cut with a sharp enough knife. He wants to talk to you. He needs to talk to you. And so far, this is the only opportunity he's stumbled upon that could make it possible. Though, he doesn't want to frighten you and scare you away. He needs to be gentle and cautious in his actions, but it's difficult when you can't hear or see him.

Optimus reaches out, his servo twitching at how gentle he's trying to be. He touches your shoulder with a single digit but retracts his servo quickly when you jump out of your skin and drop a plate on the floor, shattering the ceramic in all different directions.

You scream then seethe, ripping your headphones off to face whoever dares to lay a finger on you, "Why the fuck would you-"

Frozen in your tracks, you stare at Optimus, the longest you've looked at him in a long time. Your heart snaps in two again, and the wound in your mind festers with flashbacks before you try to make a run for it. You don't get far, though, before you step on a piece of broken ceramic and cry out in pain.

"Ah!" You fall back on the ground, clutching your lower leg, "Fuck it-"

"Y/n, I am so sorr-"

"N-No!" You practically spit in his face. You let go of your leg and scramble backwards into a corner. With nowhere else to go, you turn to face him again and watch how his grip tightens on the railing before him. If looks could kill, Optimus would still be dead. Maybe you secretly hoped it was possible, "Get away from me."

"Please, you're hurt," Optimus looks down at your bare foot, now bleeding heavily onto the floor from a deep gash.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, not giving a damn that you're bleeding. You've been through worse, after all, "Oh, so now you care?"

Optimus tilts his helm, "What? I have always cared-"

"Oh really? You're really going to do this, Optimus?" You growl, grabbing the bench above you to pull yourself up, "You didn't seem to care about me when you sacrificed yourself! No, scratch that," You point a bloody finger at him, "When you fucking abandoned me!"

Optimus's shoulders sink, his grip on the railing relaxing as he feels like you've plunged a knife into him, "I did not-" He sighs heavily, like he cannot find the words, "Please... let us get you to Ratchet."

"I don't need his or- or your help," You hobble on one foot, hissing in pain as you make your way to anywhere else on the planet. The blood smears on the floor with every misguided step as you pass by him with a cold shoulder, "I've managed just fine on my own, Prime." You sneer at him.

Optimus watches you hop down the stairs, and he slumps his frame down on the railing. His vocaliser rumbles with regret and pain at how you're treating him. And it's not like he can blame you. Optimus would probably be stricken with the same grief if a lover of his decided to sacrifice themselves; he'd be absolutely distraught. And all that distraught just for them to return like it was a mere week-long vacation? Well, he wasn't sure what he'd do. He thought you would be overjoyed and run up to him with that beautiful smile on your lips, perhaps even beg for one of those joyrides he always loved taking you on through the desert. He thought you would've missed him, the bare minimum for someone who has lost a loved one.

Optimus sighs and lifts his helm from the railing before turning on his pedes to look for something else to distract him from you. He looks down before he takes a step and sees your trail of smeared blood on the concrete. His optic ridges furrow, a look of determination and apprehension as he steps to follow your crimson breadcrumbs out of the hangar doors.

Before he reaches the hangar doors, a soft touch plants itself on his shoulder, and he jolts slightly. Optimus turns his helm down to see a gloomy look on Ratchet's face, his servo squeezing his shoulder comfortingly.

"Let them go, Optimus," He speaks softly, "They need some space."

Space is the only thing he's given them so far.

-

"Stupid fucking dishes. Stupid me. Stupid him."

Your fingers tremble as you rip some of your shirt off to wrap around the gash in your foot. The minor hit of adrenaline quickly left you like a hit of nic as soon as you slumped down on the other side of the hangar outside. The dull throbbing turns into sharp pain as you tighten the fabric, causing a small whimper to leave your throat. You relax your head against the concrete wall behind you, wishing you could slam it against it instead. But anger slowly drains from your frame, and you bury your face into your dirty hands, and you sob—a heartbreaking sight to anyone that were to stumble upon you.

But you find that the tears weren't mourning from him, but for yourself.

How selfish are you? Are you so dense in the head that you're blindsighted to how much he loves you? How much Optimus missed you that even after facing the hereafter, he came back for you? How awful must the afterlife be for him to want to come back to you, of all people? These questions come flooding into your mind with every tear-jerking sob that wracks your body. But the one question at the forefront of your mind terrifies you, making you want to slump further into the self-deprecating aura you've swallowed yourself in.

Do you still love him?

You bite your lip hard. Do you still love him? That's a stupid question to ask yourself. Of course you still love him. You wouldn't be the person you are today if you never did.

Then why the fuck do you push him away?

You don't know. Maybe it was how you spoke to him before he took his own spark, being so ashamed of yourself that you could barely look at him. Or perhaps you've become too comfortable in your new adjustment to life without him, and for that to all come crumbling down so suddenly with no warning has shaken you to your core.

That's very selfish of you.

You know that. You've always known that.

Maybe you just weren't ready to let go.

A deep, trembling breath leaves your parted lips.

...

Yeah, you know.

-

Optimus stealthily follows the trail once again after Ratchet leaves. He just can't walk away after that encounter. And as much as it hurts him to see your reaction, he must ensure you're okay despite whatever you spit in his face. Optimus did not beg at the throne of Primus himself for another chance at nothing. He needs to make amends, no matter how much of a fight you put up at your wishes to be left alone.

Soft steps of his pedes lead him on a wild goose chase. It seemed as if you had stumbled around in circles for quite some time, the trail of blood looping around before overlapping itself to follow the edge of the hangar. Optimus become increasingly concerned about your welfare, worried you have lost too much blood. But he knows that you are tough if all these years on your own have anything to show for it.

His pace replaces stealth for hastiness as he continues on the trail, rounding the next corner of the hanger. He stops in his tracks when he sees you, and his eyes soften with pure broken-heartness. His servos clenching in regret.

He carefully approaches your slumped frame and stands before you. He first notices your foot, half bandaged and leaking slightly. You weren't wrong after all. You could take care of yourself. He smiles softly to himself at this.

Optimus carefully kneels in front of you, still a fair distance away. All he wants to do is pick you up and tell you that everything is alright, that he's here and not ready to leave again anytime soon.

He keeps his servos to himself for now.

"Y/n," Optimus begins softly, "I know you are upset," This seems like an all too familiar conversation, "And you have every right to be."

No reaction from you so far, a few sobs and hiccups. His spark clenches.

"I did not get a chance to tell you how truly thankful I am for you," Optimus continues, fidgeting with a digit in his lap, "How I still reminisce on our long-forgotten time together, even whilst I was merged with the All Spark."

Optimus takes a chance. He shuffles closer to you and gently pries your hands from your face like you were a pretty piece of wrapping paper he wanted to keep. His optics drag over your sodden face, how your eyes begin to focus on his. It wasn't the fiery look of anger he had seen just earlier but one that looked of surrender; you had given up a fight he wished he could've helped you with.

Optimus moves one servo from your hands to gently caress your face, a gentle digit brushing over your cheeks, "My, just look at you," He cups your chin softly, tilting your head to look up at him, "You are still as beautiful as ever."

He watches as the tears well in your eyes again, a small glimmer in your eyes that's more familiar to him than the dull. You grip his servo and pull it into a hug, resting your forehead on his wrist, and you cry.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry...I-I'm stupid... I shouldn't have..." You sob, clutching onto him with every fibre of your being, "Oh god..."

Optimus's spark fizzles and cracks at your heart-breaking apology and the tears dripping onto his servo. He gives you a sombre look before carefully pulling you into his servos, picking you up to press you against his chassis to return his long-awaited affections.

"Shh," He hushes your cries, pressing a gentle kiss to your head as he rocks you softly like a slumbering sparkling, "It is alright; nothing you say could ever make me resent you."

You sniffle, burying your head into his chassis. His familiar scent of motor oil and fumes fills your senses and relaxes you deeper into him. You try to speak, to say anything other than hiccuping pathetically.

"I-" You stutter, ripping your face away from his chassis to stare up at him. A shaky hand reaches up to touch him, a tiny 'tink' as your fingernail grazes against his face plate. He's real, he's here, and he's not mad at you. And the best thing is, he forgives you.

And you forgive him.

"I missed you," You take a sharp breath, "I miss you so much."

Optimus' sombre frown turns into a small smile; a weight lifts off his frame at your admission. The worry he put himself through all seems to melt away as he presses a soft kiss to your lips, hoping to melt away your grief with the kiss along with his.

You gasp softly. Far too much time has passed since you've felt those gentle dermas meld into yours, and as much as the past you wanted to forget how his touches felt, you find yourself kissing him back with as much need and passion. A few fleeting moments pass before you're forced to part for a much-needed breath. It feels like life has returned to you, like after all this time without him you were holding your breath in fear of drowning.

Optimus closes his optics, softly pressing his forehead against yours, leaning into the warm touch of your hands that he oh so craved. He knows you still love him, he never once doubted that deep down inside you always did, even after he had regretfully abandoned you.

"I miss you too."

Finally. He felt good to say that.

[mindblowingscience]

With the world continuing to warm up, scientists are busy working on ways of cooling buildings without using vast amounts of energy – such as the record-breaking, ultra-white cooling ceramic composite that's been developed by researchers from the City University of Hong Kong. It's what's known as a passive radiative cooling (PRC) material, and it can reach near-perfect 99.6 percent solar reflectivity, which is a record for this type of material. It's relatively easy and cheap to make, durable, and versatile too. The idea is that it can be put on a building roof and walls in order to keep it cool all by itself. The team behind the cooling ceramic says that the material is able to remove more than 130 watts of heat energy per square meter when the Sun is at its highest, amounting to a significant cooling effect. "Our cooling ceramic achieves advanced optical properties and has robust applicability," says mechanical engineer Edwin Tso Chi-yan from the City University of Hong Kong.

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[xxdemonicheartxx]

Flight Rising flights but as art mediums:

There are some overlaps in mediums since dragons are so tight knit and far spread

Earth: tile work/mosaics, jewelry work, ceramics, stone sculpture, chalk, clay work, plaster, leather work, rain chains

Water: plaster work, woven tapestries, shell jewelry and chimes, pearl inlays, decorative sails and flags, basket weaving, sandstone carving, watercolors, mirrors and glass sculptures

Shadow: optical illusions, black and white photography, puzzle boxes, uranium glass work, maybe iron work, mycology arrangements, shadow boxes, gouache, anything that involves glowing in the dark

Light: stone carving and gold foiled painting, sometimes tapestry weaving to depict an image or scene, impressionism, oil paint, tempera, portraiture, clothing and attire, mirrors, pigment making

Plague: hyper realism, and taxidermy, ceramics, bone carvings, tattoos, ink block prints, collage art, murals, leather work, totems and large outdoor installations

Nature: floral arrangements, dye work, wood work, candle making, hot wax painting, landscaping, rain chains, wind chimes, tapestries, needle felting, carpentry, animal cosmetics (haircuts, animal safe dye, nail and claw painting, etc), apparel/clothing, pigment making

Ice: needle felting, wood carving, quilting, ice carving and sculpture, snow sculptures, knitting, the art of tea blends, dried plant arrangements, carpentry, fabric weaving, tapestries, crochet, wood burning, blanket weaving, candle making, dye work, wood turning

Fire: welding, decorative weapon smithing, glass blowing, wood burning, wrought iron, stained glass, latticed metal, terracotta, ceramics, obsidian and basalt carving, graphite, slate, charcoal

Wind: paper mache, ribbon mediums, basket weaving, sonorous sculptures, wind chimes, feathered attire, really tall and thin structures/sculptures, jade carving, blanket weaving

Arcane: resin, stained glass, welding, intricate silver work, collaborative neon work with shadow (they need that special eye for glow in the dark), crystal carving, zen gardens, bonsai art, screen printing, photography, illuminated manuscripts, clothing and apparel, gold foil work, abstract art

Lightning: bronze cast sculptures, sand sculptures (when lightning strikes the sand and turns it to stone) aluminum casts poured into ant colonies/hills, pop art, up-cycled art, photography, art that is still capable of being utilized and interacted with because people and dragons are part of the medium, assemblage art, banners and flags

[justfangirlstuffs]

*Sneakily places self onto Police Chief Eclipse's desk*

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Alright, bet.

You are a mug. A simple little blue mug that has managed to find it's way onto the police chief's desk.

Eclipse glances down at you with a raised, almost non-existent eyebrow. He huffs. Despite being a police chief, his desk is a little cluttered from being piled up with case files. He reaches over, fingers gripping the handle of the mug you are, and places it somewhere else for now, setting it beside a stack of folders. You are safe now. For the moment.

Eclipse doesn’t care to ponder on how a random mug appeared on his desk. He’s more concerned with the stack of messy files on the topmost surface that need to be reorganized for the tenth time. He continues sorting through them, pushing his current workload to the side for the most part. He reaches for the folder of the Celestial Gang’s case files.

At one point, he leaves his office just to stretch his legs and give his optics a rest. When he returns, the mug has moved. sitting directly on one of the files he'd been reading through, as though demanding his attention. Eclipse stops upon entering his office in disbelief before his optical receptors narrow in annoyance. He stares at the mug a moment. He is almost certain that the mug had been somewhere else before. Did someone move it? It can’t be. There’s no one else around. Eclipse would have seen them if that were the case. But that must be the reason. So who moved the mug? He sighs and picks it up once again and sets it on a free space of his desk before checking its underside.

Nothing. Not even an indication of where it was made. So not imported then. This clears up very little. His thumb rubs over the ceramic surface, and it's strangely relaxing. Eclipse is curious to say the least, but he cannot help the moment of relaxation that passes over his frame when he rubs his thumb over smooth ceramic. It’s almost like…a stress relief ball? He stares at the now innocent looking mug, now almost wondering if it’s sentient. No, don’t be ridiculous. It’s just… a mug.

Eclipse is still confused as to the existence of the mug, but he decides that keeping it and using it for its relaxing potential is not the worst he can do. He can always check with his workers later. For now, he decides to just continue his work where he had left off, once again sifting through the Celestial Gang’s case files with the help of the blue mug.

Over the course of the next week, Eclipse's mood has steadily improved. Sure, work was work, stressful, and oftentimes thankless. However, whenever he was stressed, he would just hold his mug, usually when he was pouring over paperwork. Eclipse has found that whenever he was stressed, either over work or another headache in general, the mug soothed him. It’s strange how a little, simple blue mug has helped him so much. But he’s thankful the mug had been put on his desk. Maybe he should figure out who did, then thank them for what it did. But for now, the mug will do.

His thumb rubbed over the handle, while his forefinger glided over the face of the mug. He repeats the motion of stroking the smooth exterior of the mug, taking in a deep, calming breath as the tension in his shoulders begins to ebb away. Yes, the mug has become something like a stress relief to him. A soothing force in his workload.

Eclipse finds himself staring at the blue mug, thumb rubbing over the smooth surface in a soothing, repetitive motion. It’s comforting. It has become…a companion of sorts. He is a little concerned that he's become so attached to an inanimate object, but it’s not hurting him. For now, the mug remains on his desk, still beside the folder of the Celestial Gang’s case.

[korpuskat]

“I… Can’t do that.”

Ramattra says almost apologetically. You let out a defeated sigh, pressing your forehead to the cool metal of his shoulder. He never took his faceplate off, at least not in your presence. You shift yourself on his lap, his heavy hands on your thighs keeping you in place.

“Why?”

Ramattra goes quiet. He is afraid. He will scare you. You will find him disgusting. You will never just forget that he is a Ravager. The unpleasant memory of people pointing at him with disgusted eyes pops up in his HUD, he declines it immediately. You will be reminded of his inorganic form: how he’s unable to return your smile, to kiss you back, to say your name with that’s so dear to him with the lips he will never have. Not that this ceramic faceplate makes him less frightening, but he prefers to think that it does.

You look in the black slits on his faceplate. Ramattra takes a moment to admire you - he notices the way your pupils widen when you look at him. If he had a heart, it would skip a beat.

He sighs again and brings one of his hands to his head. You watch his palm grabbing the white ceramic, detaching it with a soft click.

Two grey optics, no, eyes… stare back at you. You are speechless, still not sure that you are not dreaming. His face, right in front of you. Two little red wires on each side his forehead, the pyramid of lights that glows even brighter the usual now that it’s exposed, all those little stitches… The feeling of his hair cords brushing your shoulder and his soft huff brings you back to reality: he turned his head away. And suddenly, you can’t stop smiling.

“Ramattra.”

You take his face in your hands, gently making him look at you again. Ramattra’s are no longer on your thighs, too busy fiddling the ends of your shirt.

You press a kiss to his forehead. “You are so, so beautiful,” Your lips land between his eyes. “So pretty,” Another kiss, where the upper part meets his jaw, where his lips would be.

“I love every part of you.”

Suddenly all you hear is the loud whirr of his inner workings. Ramattra immediately hides his face in your neck, the metal is surprisingly warm on your skin. Beloved hands wrap around you, cradling your body in a desperate embrace. Ramattra hopes you don’t feel him shaking, not that it matters now.

He finally found his peace.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH?????????????????????

i love him dispelling the memory and turning away and ;_;

[edgydroned]

@lostlittledollie said: The guards at the entrance were naturally hesitant to let Doll into the outpost, so she had to sneak around through the vents. She'd taken this route dozens of times when she was younger, so it's not long before she reaches her bunker. She pushes the grate, expecting it to swing open as usual, but it instead crashes to her bedroom floor. Doll cringes and jumps down after it. It better screw back in when she's done here.

careful digits trace over the jagged edges of a ceramic piece; she was almost certain it was from one of the tea cups doll had used to serve tea to her. uzi’s optics gaze over to the other pieces she laid out on the counter, carefully joining the piece in hand with the others. she meticulously scans through the broken porcelain, looking for pieces that may fit together. it’s clear she’s missing some though.

her outstretched hand freezes up at the muffled sound of something heavy crashing. eyes dart up at the source of the noise, her hollowed eyes stare at doll’s closed door. brows manifest begrudgingly, as she relaxes. glancing to the broken tea cup pieces then to the door again. she lets out an exasperated sigh, walking over to the door with just a little bit of urgency in her step.

she readies her solver. though to be honest, she’s not really sure she’d actually be able to use it. it slides open. and there’s a wave of relief washes over uzi. letting her arms fall to her sides with a sigh. she fully expected the worst before coming in here, specially considering everything she's heard since the other's disappearance. her soft demeanor lasts for maybe only a second before arms fold over her chest, leaning her weight into the doorframe. as if trying to block the other’s path.

“ forget something ? ”

[ya-zz]

Ramattra Drabble (S/NSFW)

His hands entwined with yours, fingers interlocking and palms pressing against each other. Soft grunts and moans, whimpers and curses echoed among the empty room, bouncing off of the walls and into ears and receptors.

An omnic and a human, who'd have thought? An unlikely couple, especially considering the omnic himself was a Ravager Unit, more specifically, an R-7000 Unit. One made to kill, to despise humans, but here he was, making love to a human.

While he knew the human body had limits, he was fully prepared for anything. Should something feel wrong, he'd fix it. Should he hurt you, he'd stop, ask you if you're okay before readjusting and continuing. If you wanted to stop, he'd stop no questions asked.

Ramattra would always make sure you were comfortable in anything he did to you, or anything you would do to him. He would never pressure you into something you didn't want to do, always making sure you truly wanted it.

For someone of his calibre, he was gentle, his touches soft and timid. Servos would gently caress each curve, each flaw of your body. He'd trace the scars along your body, his vocaliser humming quietly.

His words were soothing but playful, edging you further and further to climax. He knew what turned you on, what sweet nothings would do to you. He enjoyed teasing you, whispering words of encouragement as he'd touch you in the places you were most sensitive.

The moment you came, quivering around him, jerking to his touches, he’d slow down, letting you ride it out. He’d coo towards your ear, faceplate resting at the crook of your neck, the cool ceramic in contrast to your hot skin.

Ramattra would make sure you’re okay, caressing your cheeks before planting a kiss to your forehead. He’d get up, sometimes teasing you, other times more careful to not hurt you anymore than he already had during a scene. The omnic would clean you up, drawing a bath or joining you in the shower.

Once both clean, he’d carry you to the bed knowing you couldn’t walk on shaky legs. He’d lay you down next to him, dragging the sheets up before pulling you close to him. His servos would draw lazy shapes into your stomach or sides as he’d listen and watch you drift off…

Just like now, he’s laying there, optics focused on your chest as your breathing slows and deepens. He can’t help but fall in love with you more than he already is. Ramattra wonders what he did to deserve a human as kind and as gentle as you.

He shuffles in the bed, pulling you closer to him before he whispers near your ear.

“Rest well, pet. I love you.”

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Oven-to-tableware [with surface glaze, image 1]

Sample preparation Thin section

Technique Transmitted polarised light microscopy, [with sensitive tint plate on images 1, 2, and 4]

Length bar 200 μm / 100 µm / 250 µm

Further information Oven-to-tableware ceramics have a low coefficient of thermal expansion, and therefore a high resistance to thermal shock, which makes them suitable for use at a wide range of temperatures.

Contributor Dr K M Knowles

Organisation Department of Materials Science and Metallurgy, University of Cambridge 

Sources: ( 1 ) ( 2 ) ( 3 ) ( 4 ) ( 5 )