#Optical mold

[toolsongmould]

Unlocking accuracy: exploring the world of optical mold manufacturing

Precision is the cornerstone of modern manufacturing, particularly in industries where accuracy and quality are paramount. Optical mold manufacturing stands at the forefront of this pursuit, revolutionizing the production of intricate optical components used in various applications ranging from consumer electronics to medical devices. This article delves into the intricate world of optical mold manufacturing, shedding light on its processes, technologies, and significance in contemporary manufacturing.

Optical mold manufacturing represents a specialized branch of mold making dedicated to producing components with exceptionally high precision and surface finish. The term "optical mold" refers to molds used in the fabrication of optical elements such as lenses, prisms, and mirrors, which demand micron-level accuracy and flawless optical properties.

At the heart of optical mold manufacturing lies the pursuit of perfection in form and function. Unlike conventional molds used for general-purpose plastic injection molding, optical molds require meticulous attention to detail throughout every stage of the manufacturing process. From initial design to final polishing, each step is meticulously executed to ensure the production of optical components that meet the more stringent quality standards.

The process of optical mold manufacturing begins with the design phase, where engineers meticulously plan the geometry and specifications of the mold to achieve the desired optical properties. Advanced computer-aided design (CAD) software is employed to simulate the behavior of light within the optical system and optimize the mold geometry accordingly. This iterative design process allows engineers to refine the mold design until it meets the exacting requirements of the desired optical component.

Once the design is finalized, the fabrication of the optical mold commences. Precision machining techniques such as computer numerical control (CNC) milling and electrical discharge machining (EDM) are employed to carve the mold cavity with sub-micron accuracy. Specialized materials such as high-grade tool steels or ceramics are chosen for their exceptional wear resistance and thermal stability, ensuring the longevity and performance of the optical mold.

The surface finish of the optical mold plays a critical role in determining the quality of the finished optical component. To achieve the ultra-smooth surfaces required for optical applications, advanced polishing techniques such as diamond turning and abrasive polishing are employed. These techniques allow for the removal of surface imperfections at the nanometer scale, ensuring that the mold cavity imparts small optical distortion to the final product.

Throughout the manufacturing process, stringent quality control measures are implemented to verify the dimensional accuracy and optical performance of the optical mold. Advanced metrology tools such as coordinate measuring machines (CMMs) and interferometers are used to inspect the mold geometry and surface quality, ensuring compliance with the desired specifications.

The significance of optical mold manufacturing extends beyond the realm of optical components, influencing a wide range of industries and applications. In the field of consumer electronics, optical molds are instrumental in the production of high-resolution camera lenses, display panels, and optical sensors. In the medical sector, optical components manufactured using precision molds enable advancements in diagnostic imaging, surgical instrumentation, and laser-based therapies.

In conclusion, optical mold manufacturing represents a pinnacle of precision engineering, where every aspect of the process is meticulously executed to achieve perfection in form and function. By unlocking the potential of optical mold technology, manufacturers can produce optical components with unparalleled accuracy and optical performance, driving innovation and progress across various industries. As the demand for high-quality optical components continues to grow, optical mold manufacturing remains at the forefront of technological advancement, shaping the future of precision manufacturing.

[emdotcom]

Yeah, so while I was on my "I'm going to read into Vanny/Vanessa as much as possible" journey, I noticed an odd quirk in her animations in how she moves. At first, I thought it reminded me of a ballerina, 'cause she's kinda tip-toeing, & she has this way of keeping her head & chest in one place as she moves, but I looked again & realized --

That's not ballet! She's doing a tight-rope act. Like, look at this one:

This is like standing up on the wooden boards before you do the actual tight-rope walking, & the ring leader is hyping you up as you do some fun movement for the crowds. &, then, these:

These are all instances where she walks with one foot directly in front of the other. In that third, she's doing the "woaaah" wiggly-ass balance movements & everything, as if she's swaying up at the top of the tent, even though she's down on solid ground.

Idk, I feel like the way her feet are placed isn't accurate (pretty sure they should be pointed left & right, not both forwards...) doesn't make this 100% correct, but I like it. It also connects back with her first SB teaser, wherein she's up in the rafters.

[tapesandelectronicsclub]

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Not even floppy disks, vinyl records, optical discs and neither game cartridges have escaped from mold!

Fuji-branded tapes are the worst offenders, as they are seen to be more susceptible to mold than other brands.

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[ikkosu]

TO LIVE, AND TO SERVE

part one

(tfo. sentinel x gn.miner.reader )

spoilers! just in case. nothing plot heavy spoilers but yk just in case.

one, two, three

CHAINS clinked against the ground. Ones, you realize that were yours as you try to lift up your pedes, only for it to stop short a few centimeters high and drag back down again with a hackle. Alright, so you're shackled. Easy, just flip over and see where I am.

You tried. Tried. To flip over, but all you could manage was a wiggle and that's just about it. Your servos were chained to your back. And your neck was sore bent at a position for so long. The ground was grimy and dark and your cheek — Primus it was sore —was pressed against the floor.

Where am I?

A migraine pulsed behind your optics, coupled with a familiar faint ache thrumming from your abdomen, freshly sore.

Oh, right.

A kick to the shin and one to the helm. A blur of colors. Then, a throttle. Darkwing, you grimaced. You should've known better than to play hero and help. A creak sounded, hinges of a metal door opening and your neck strained from frantic ways of trying to look over your shoulder.

—Proved futile.

"Oh, you don't have to run." A voice echoed, a cave-like resonance that trilled and bounced off the walls of the cell. "I've already made sure that you couldn't."

The shadow stretched across the floor. It became larger, molding in size. Into shape. You try to speak, but all that came out were incoherent slurs of sentences. Each one increased with panic. Intake, slack, faceplate numb. And that, to your unfortunate demise, amused the Prime.

"No worries, though, Airachnid's venom aren't usually that fatal. Well, usually. But this time I advised, and I'm glad she listened, to use her lesser death-inducing ones. Ones that take an instant. Its a bit of a mess when anomalies die."

His pedes stopped beside your helm. "And you know that... don't, you?" Another babble from you made him laugh. "Hah. You look ridiculous. Here, allow me."

A harsh tug on your back flipped you over and you grunted, finally able to relish some light from the ceiling. Sentinel prime loomed above you, a grin on his face.

Oh, Primus.

You never thought this was how you'd meet your beloved Prime. Besides, any other way would result your spark snuffed and churned into energon. The ache in your abdomen pierced into a searing pain. You winced.

"You know what that is? Its a kind of paralysis that only affects your body, not your helm." He tapped your forehead.

Tink.

Tink.

"Your mind still works. You can think, you can feel. I can see your optics are still bright." He tips his helm, curiously amused. " Still got that little fire in you, huh. And you're scared. You're scared, yes?"

Silence. You only stared back, chassis pumped with andrenaline. What else you were suppose to say, blegh blegh blegh?

" Silly me. Blink twice if you're scared."

You blinked once.

"Oh?"

Then another slow blink.

"That's what I thought. Now," he knelt beside your helm. The tight smile on his face was nothing genial. " What did I tell you about miners going around creating troubles for me to fix. "

Sir! It wasn't what it was! You rustled, moving you mouth. Nothing came out. Whether Sentinel was aware of the incident or not, it seemed he chose to ignore the possibility that you might be right.

" Not only you defied a supervisor, you also kicked him and destroyed — let me see," He tapped your cheek, tink tink tink, optics to the ceiling, thinking. "Oh yes, almost blew up crates worth of decades use. Injured five of my gaurds. Many more, probably. And, why is that? To make a point nobody will understand. To make a point that's virtually worthless?"

You shook your head.

We couldn't go on any longer. Sir, please.

We are free.

We need to be free.

"Your little speech was adorable. That mineer you saved, oh how melodramatic. Unfortunately like you, he's not going to have the opportunity of choosing his punishment."

Your optics widened and you froze. That look on your face seemed to please him and he lunged forward. You choked as he grabbed your face, pulling your head up to his level.

"It's a shame." He crooned. " You miners are so delicate. Its a miracle you managed this much through the mines already." The other servo grabbed your throat. He sighed, and tightened both grips.

The accumulating andrenaline allowed you to kick below in panic. The venom was dissapating. You feel a little pulse in your pedes, as well as the sensors blooming back on your digits.

"Now, I'll give you two options" He leaned closer. "And I'll only say this once. You can serve Cybertron and it's people — or,"

The servo clutching your throat released and glided down, down and lower...

" Or, you can serve me. Your Prime. Your leader — What will that be?"

Your optics flickered, staring back into his blue ones.

You faintly reminisced bumping into a miner on the street while heading down to the main square of iacon. You've just had your pay, a few hundred shanix clutched in your servos and the collision smeared them across the ground. Frantic, you tried to pick them up, ignoring the several laughters from the bots above — and the miner did too. They were just like you, except...

"Here," They said.

You look up.

They were pretty. Well kempt. A gentle smile on their face. Their platings were shiny, glossy. Without a scratch.

You were confused.

They were just like you. No cogs. No nothing.

"Oh, you're at a different sector, then?" You remember asking.

The miner blinked and frown, chagrined as he handed the last slip of shanix and looked away. You couldn't asked more. A mech with gleaming gold platings dragged them away.

The last look he gave was a somber look before looking ahead. Never back.

You remember being confused. A little irritated at such a display the senator took them away.

But, now. Now, it all made sense.

Is that what it was?

A toy for them to play with?

"I'll...serve....you...." You croaked out.

But even so, at least you're able to live.

"Good mech."

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Envy

Soundwave is jealous Shockwave gets to have a pet.

Cyberverse, Shockwave x reader, AFAB human gender neutral reader, racially ambiguous, Soundwave has a crush on the reader, voyeurism, possessive Shockwave, slight breeding kink

It wasn’t fair how Shockwave got to keep a pet. In fact it was quite strange to see Shockwave take to anyone let alone an organic.

Homosapien, the species if primate that took their planet and molded it to their liking. Humans could be considered the dominant species in terms of the impact their presence has made.

Compared to Cybertronians, humans are so simple. Their issues, their wars, their joys all so simple. However despite this, or maybe because of this, Shockwave managed to find himself a doting pet.

For some reason it made Soundwave’s inner most energon come to a boil. It bubbled behind his spark seeing you so cutely perched atop Shockwave’s shoulder plate, holding onto one of his finials for balance, with your legs resting over his chasis.

Maybe he was just disgusted that Shockwave would let an organic being, sloppy and mucus producing, be so close to him let alone touch him. Maybe he was enraged with how Shockwave coddled you and kept you from speaking to the other Decepticons. You were an adult of your inferior species, if you misspoke and ended up squashed that shouldn’t be Shockwave’s responsibility.

Seeing you perched on Shockwave’s shoulder, head resting against his optic helm, very obviously bored with their meeting made something in Soundwave so furious he couldn’t describe it. He observed you from behind his red visor, your organic fibers pressed against Shockwave’s purple plating. What did those fibers feel like? Corse? Soft? Wirey? Why did you even have those silly fibers growing from your organic plating anyway.

Skin.

Soundwave remembered overhearing you correct Shockwave and tell him it was skin that covered your frame.

Frag, you corrected Shockwave and he didn’t dispose of your pathetic little body that instant.

Just why did Shockwave keep you around so much? Why did such a proud and logical mech succumb to such desires as to keep an organic pet like some low Autobot?

The way you nuzzled your face against Shockwave’s optic helm and absentmindedly stroked his finial with one of your much smaller hands made Soundwave’s spark irk. It was like you were punching him in his abdomen. Your soft and squishy meat hands managed to make the metal of his frame bend in jealousy.

No!

Soundwave was not jealous! Your soft form perched atop his rival’s shoulder shouldn’t make him feel so angry. Yet here he was seething in silence trying to make sense of his jealousy. Perhaps he wanted another cassette bot to accompany Lazerbeak? A small cassette bot he could have perched on his shoulder. One that would dote on him like you do Shockwave. A cassette bot that would stroke his faceplate, press gentle kisses across his mask, and calm him down.

“It’s okay,” the cassette bot would purr rubbing their soft face against his metal plating. “I’m your now. I’m all yours.” Little fibers tickling his audial receptor as his little cassette nuzzles him. Little fabric coverings bunching under his servo as he holds them against his chasis. You’d look so cute waiting for him in his habsuite, a cube of energon ready for him as you eagerly reach up to wrap your arms around him.

Soundwave shook his head finding his processor had conjured a fantasy he wasn’t entirely sure was his. Yet whose else’s fantasy could it be?

He could only stare at you so perfectly perched on Shockwave’s shoulder. Your eyes looked glazed over and your eyelids would shut periodically. Soundwave couldn’t figure out why he found the human recharge state so cute.

Then you looked at him.

Your tired gaze moved to Soundwave. He had heard that humans were sensitive to being stared at. It was amazing seeing how you could sense his gaze without even looking at him. Your eyes wandered over his frame in a bored manner before offering Soundwave a small smile.

He swore his spark stopped.

You then cuddled your face against Shockwave and closed your eyes. How could such a small organic feel so comfortable around mechs twice their size? Mechs that would kill them if they were only just a little bored. Do you really trust Shockwave enough to protect you against that? Shockwave? Of all mechs??

Soundwave wandered the various decks of the Nemesis ordering Decepticon foot soldiers to do various tasks to cover up the fact that he was trying to clear his mind.

Your soft organic features squished against Shockwave’s helm during the last bits of the meeting was imprinted on Soundwave’s processor. Your cute little intake parted open as you slept through the Decepticon High Command discussing strategy.

Your intake looked so soft. He’d seen you apply some sort of balm to your intake giving it a mild shine and a fruity smell. Soundwave had gotten the luxury of walking into Shockwave’s lab only to see you apply the balm then press your plush intake against Shockwave’s optic. Little wet kiss marks covered the side of his helmet as he worked.

Soundwave recorded the entire thing and meant to use it as blackmail against Shockwave but for some reason he couldn’t stop replaying the video. Cute little organic intake kissing the side of a big bad Decepticon’s helm like they were a sparkling.

Spundwave’s fantasy was thrown off when he heard a whine then a gasp. The noises sounded too airy to be caused by someone in pain so that meant-

Shockwave’s lab.

He was right in front of Shockwave’s lab.

Soundwave pushed the metal door open slightly only to peek in to see the source of the noise.

Your little form splayed on the table Shockwave used to operate on, sweat dripping off your body, your precious lips parted in wanting moans.

Soundwave couldn’t remove his optics from the scene. He couldn’t pry his gaze from how Shockwave’s servo dug into your thigh, squishing the meat there under his grasp, as he held your legs open. His spike buried halfway inside of you yet still more than enough to cause a bump on your lower abdomen.

Soundwave watched in awe as the bump would shrink then rise again with every thrust of Shockwave’s pelvis.

“You did excellent today,” Shockwave praised. You only moaned out his name reaching your little hands up towards him. The purple mech indulged by leaning down so you can grab onto his chasis. “You have been very well behaved,” Shockwave said in almost a whisper. “It is only logical to reinforce such behavior with a reward.” He ran his servo up your thigh to your hip grabbing the fat there and pulling you down with every thrust. His canon arm keeping him balanced on the table next to you as his pelvis swung into yours. Wet slopping sounds could be heard and Soundwave made sure to record them all.

His servo glided down to his modesty panel as it hissed open. Soundwave’s spike sprung out already glistening with transfluid. He rubbed his servo over the blue metal as he disabled his vocalizers.

Soundwave wondered what you felt like. He was thoroughly impressed that you were even able to take spike from a mech of Shockwave’s size. Considering your size difference, Soundwave assumed you’d be a tight fit. His servo gripped his spike harder trying to emulate what he thought your organic valve felt like.

Shockwave’s lab was filled with your sounds. Moans of his name, wet schlick from your pussy, your pleas for more from Shockwave. What more could you take? You could barely fit half his spike inside of you yet you want more?

Soundwave felt his servo quicken at how thoroughly used you looked. It was obvious Shockwave had been tormenting you for a while by the sounds of the leaky mess between your legs and the glistening sweat on your body.

“You will take my transfluid,” Shockwave said with a slight glitch in his voice. “Am I understood?”

You nodded eagerly. You lifted your pelvis giving Shockwave more room to use you like a spike sleeve. “Afterwards you are to use the plug I gave you,” Shockwave’s hips started to falter.

Plug?

Soundwave nearly overloaded onto the door to the lab. Shockwave had been filling you up with his overload then plugging up your little human valve to keep him inside. He wondered if you were wearing a plug during the meeting. Were you filled with transfluid with a cute plug keeping everything inside when you smiled at him?

Soundwave couldn’t control the way his servo moved. It should be his transfluid inside of you. Maybe Soundwave could fuck you well enough that he could push Shockwave’s tainted overload out of your pussy and replace that emptiness with his instead.

How cute would you look bent over, panting for air and leaking so much transfluid it forms a puddle under you. Soundwave would have to plug you up with his digits to make sure you didn’t waste anymore before filling you up all over again as punishment.

The shriek you let out of Shockwave’s name made Soundwave boil with rage yet the noise of you wailing in such pleasure was enough to throw him over the edge. Pink glowing fluid splattered against the door to the lab as Soundwave continued to ride out his high.

Around your spent hole, the same fluid leaked around Shockwave’s spike. His engine revving and his vents stuttering in bliss. His little pet, his perfectly trained spike sleeve. His and his alone; which reminded him.

A message appeared at the corner of Soundwave’s vision: “I hope we have come to a mutual understanding in regards to who the human belongs to.”

Soundwave leaned back against the other door confused in his post orgasmic haze before being hit with realization. He flipped his helmet around to look back into the room to see Shockwave looking at him from the corner of his optic as he tenderly caressed your body.

Your intake formed into a smile as you stretched and moaned under Shockwave’s servo. Your poor little brain filled with nothing but pure bliss at being filled with Shockwave’s overload.

Soundwave looked at his transfluid soaked servo then at the door he made a mess of then back at you being pampered by Shockwave.

The scientist’s servo slid back down to your human valve rubbing at your clit with his thumb. You squirmed under him with your eyebrows furrowed. Your moans a mixture of pain and pleasure all the while Shockwave stared at Soundwave through his hiding spot to further rub in whose pet you were.

[revelboo]

thank you again for all these wonderful stories 🙏 I was wondering if you'd ever consider writing something for Rumble? I have a big soft spot for the guy and I feel like he'd love finally being bigger than someone

Sure

Alcohol Eyes

IDW Rumble x Reader

• Frag, where’s Frenzy? And why had he let his twin talk him into this stupidity? A soft body brushes against him swaying with the thump of the heavy bass pulsing through the club, the flashing neon lights dazzling his optics. Around him costumed humans laugh and dance, bodies brushing against him, because to them he’s just another organic in a costume. He belongs and it’s such an odd feeling. Especially when little fingers catch his servos and turning he finds a human grinning up at him, a pair of crooked costume wings drooping on your back, one wing partially crushed.

• “Wow, you’re tall,” you laugh, clinging to the stranger’s hand. Somewhere behind you, there’s the sound of your ex calling your name and you tug at your new, big friend slipping between him and the guy hunting for you. As buzzy as you are, your ex is wasted and you have no intention of letting him get his rough hands on you ever again. You have enough scars for a lifetime. No, you’d rather take your chances with a complete stranger in a weirdly elaborate costume. “You went all out, huh?” Reaching up to slide your palm over what feels like metal panels. Wasn’t all that heavy and hot? The guy must be sweating in all that.

• Freezing, his lips part as the little human runs soft hands over him, head craning to smile up at him. And it’s so strange to have to look down at someone. Your expression becomes pinched as someone yells, then you’re reaching up and those unbelievably soft hands are cupping his helm to tug his head down. And a warm mouth suddenly presses against his, electric through him.

• That jerk is right there, bound to see you any moment so you pull the guy down to you and kiss him, praying your ex passes by. That this guy plays along. Not expecting for him to curl an arm around you to cup the back of your head or for the other big hand to grip your butt and drag you flush up against him. And those hands are warm as his mouth moves against yours, taking over the kiss and making it something demanding and hungry and deliciously unexpected.

• Primus, help him as you mold yourself to him, little hands clinging as your mouth opens to let him in, let him taste as his glossa explores, sliding against your tongue. His servos tangle in your hair, his other hand tightening on you to keep you from trying to escape, because whatever this is, he wants it to last. Growling when you break free, eyes hooded. “Slow down, sport,” your voice is lower, huskier as you nip at his bottom lip with a laugh, that sound going straight through him in a flush of need.

• “Don’t go,” he growls, big hands flexing against you as his already rough voice deepens. It’s not a request so much as a heated demand. And oh, it’s tempting. No one’s ever kissed you like that before, hungry and almost desperate. Reaching up, you curl your arms around his neck and his own arms tighten possessively around you. You’d come to the club alone, but if you have your way, your unwitting hero is coming home with you for a real thank you.

Next

[pinkanonwrites]

Thinking about the concept of cloth or soft things in general being considered luxury to cybertronians, and just imagining one using their holoform to enter a bedroom for the first time. There a big soft berth that sinks under their weight, an entire pile of warm insulating plush fabric, and even more small soft pads that they put their heads on! Could you imagine their reaction to a carpeted room? They even put soft things on the ground they walk on! It would be like looking at one of ridiculously luxurious mansions that are so loaded up with fancy things that it almost looks like a parody

This conjured up a little idea in me with ROTB Mirage, enjoy!

"Watch your shoulders on the-!"

CRUNCH

"...Door frame." So much for getting your deposit back. Mirage shot you a crooked grin, brushing some of the sheet-rock dust off of his shoulder pauldron.

"Sorry 'bout that, sweetspark. No big deal, you can patch that up no problem!"

When Noah had told you that Mirage was able to change his size you had only partially believed him. After all, according to his own stories, the Mirage that was barely larger than Noah in Peru had also had several significant pieces blasted off of his gargantuan frame. And yet, here he was. Fully repaired, mass-shifted to a mere seven-and-a-half feet tall. And sure, he still had to stoop to avoid taking out your ceiling fan. But here he was, in your meager apartment.

It was an equally unfamiliar locale for Mirage himself, having only caught peeks of your living quarters from the alleyway outside. The shag carpet was plush under his pedes, ridiculously soft to the touch. And sure, he'd owned a few of his own garments back in the Towers, in pre-war time, but it still paled in comparison to your room with its thick curtains, fluffy carpeting, and the dozen or so plush organic creatures littering your bed.

"Do you wanna listen to something? You can sit on the bed, if you want. You're probably too big for my desk chair." You were already rifling through your tapes, gesturing to the bed with your free hand and currently oblivious to Mirage's wide-optic stare. He took a careful seat on the edge and Primus, the entire mattress sunk and molded around his bulky frame. It was heavenly. He took one of your stuffed animals between his servos and squeezed, marveling at the squish.

"Man, I can't believe y'all live like this!" He laughed, draping himself backwards onto your bed with a warning creak. "It's comfy, that's for sure. But I don't think I could sleep on somethin' like this. It might swallow me up mid-recharge. And what's with all these little soft organics?"

"Says the guy who sleeps on the floor of a garage. I'd have aches in muscles I didn't even know existed." You pressed Talking Heads 'Speaking In Tongues' into the player with a familiar click, the beginning lick of Burning Down The House echoing through the tinny speaker as you flopped down next to Mirage. "And you're strangling Hello Kitty. They're cute, and soft, and that's kind of all there is to it? Kids like to play with them, too."

"Huh! Cute. Seems like your style. The whole hab seems like your style, actually. All soft and shit. " He handed you back your slightly-dented Hello Kitty, letting out a lazy ex-vent as his arm wrapped around your shoulders. "Well what should we do now?~ You got me all the way up into your berth, aren't you gonna do somethin' about it?"

You barked out a laugh, turning your head to see Mirage's playfully smarmy grin aimed down at you. "Was that your ploy? Show off your cool alien shape-shifting just so you could get in my bed?"

"That depends. Is it working?~"

"Maybe.~"

[mrsoharaa]

Giggling while drunkenly, messily, making out with Miguel is what I could use right about now ngl. 😔

一 ✿

Like you both just return home from a vibrant, lovely fun night out. A few drinks in and neither of you can get your needy hands off from one another.

His large, rough palms would roam up and down the venture of your curvy body, while yours trace up and down the strut of his firm, wide chest to the vast structure of his broad shoulders. Eventually your little fingers would curl up into the back hairs of his beautiful chestnut tresses.

His hungry lips would messily lap over yours with such inaccuracy and drive, sloppily mangling over yours and tripping occasionally over his large feet while still latching onto your hips. You'd break out into small fits of genuine giggles, feeling his warm full lips constantly try to stick onto your own, only to feel them slip past the velvety skin on either onto your flushed cheeks or your cute chin.

Your nails would weave gently into his wavy strands, tucking and tugging playfully as his frustrated grumbles would seep against your warm, soft flesh. Adding on to the cute little chortles that erupt from you. He's too cute.

His looming body would pin your back against the wall by the door.

"M-Miguel- you're b-being too *hic* frantic" you'd hiccup a small chuckle, feeling the warmth of his plush lips crease into the juncture of your jawline and neck. His hot breath permeating into the lush of your simulated skin.

"¡Ay, coño!...n-not frantic enough" his words slur out into rambled mumblings, hands pushing you more steadily, firmly against the solidity of the wall behind you, hips connecting with yours as his lips gradually find their way to the corner of your own. You'd simply giggle at his retort.

Heaves out another heavy, hot breath as he ghosts his lips just centimeters away from yours. Lidded irises of deep scarlet lazily, longingly, gazing down at you. Watching and noting every simple, little detail that was you.

Raises his left hand up to drape steadily around the structure of your neck, keeping you still against his weighted figure and the wall nestled behind you. Your hazy eyes finally meet his, a shimmer of intoxicated desire and endearment drowning your beautiful optics.

"Such a pretty l-laugh...you're so p-pretty, mi araña bonita" his breath husks heftily, leaning in closer to you as he pushes at the back of your neck to mold into his fevered lips. Strongly.

With added friction and steady firmness, Miguel made sure that his lips stayed connected with yours at all times. Swindling his tongue into the moisten cavern of your mouth, as he hums in delight to your acceptance for his sudden intrusion. His heart plummets every time he listens to a genuine giggle or muffled moan resonate from the depths of your throat.

Makes him become more needy and touchy with you.

[dreamofhircine]

The pilots are not government property, that's a common misconception.

Only their training is.

They get to keep the implants, the neural interface ports, the subdermal autoinjectors (depleted of chemical supply) even the targeted brain & optical augments that bump up their reaction speeds but the training data is too important to allow for uncontrolled proliferation or mercenary employment.

They take it back the same way they put in in: hypnotherapeutic memory injection, cracking open the deepest parts of their minds with carefully calibrated sequences of light and sound and highly compressed data that slowly spools out inside them, guided along the decompression and integration sequence by highly controlled training sequences and neural test patterns.

The problem is that they don't really have anything to put back in once they've sanitized the mind of lifetimes worth of cockpit experience and subconscious conditioning, they don't have a 'happy civilian' template equivalent to the Pilot Template that they inject into and mold the recruits around so most leave the process with barely two thoughts to rub together for warmth. All the wiring is still there, the neurons are (mostly) undamaged and firing but it'll be years before all the rights memories are re-seeded and all the correct pathways re-forged to create something as functional as they were when they started.

So yeah, they drool. They twitch. They stare at walls and space out, drop conversations mid-sentence, fall asleep standing up and forget nearly any set of directions you give them but they'll get better. Probably. Eventually.

[toolsongmould]

Unlocking Precision: Explore the World of Optical Mold Manufacturing

Precision is the cornerstone of modern manufacturing, particularly in industries where accuracy and quality are paramount. Optical mold manufacturing stands at the forefront of this pursuit, revolutionizing the production of intricate optical components used in various applications ranging from consumer electronics to medical devices. This article delves into the intricate world of optical mold manufacturing, shedding light on its processes, technologies, and significance in contemporary manufacturing.

Optical mold manufacturing represents a specialized branch of mold making dedicated to producing components with exceptionally high precision and surface finish. The term "optical mold" refers to molds used in the fabrication of optical elements such as lenses, prisms, and mirrors, which demand micron-level accuracy and flawless optical properties.

At the heart of optical mold manufacturing lies the pursuit of perfection in form and function. Unlike conventional molds used for general-purpose plastic injection molding, optical molds require meticulous attention to detail throughout every stage of the manufacturing process. From initial design to final polishing, each step is meticulously executed to ensure the production of optical components that meet the more stringent quality standards.

The process of optical mold manufacturing begins with the design phase, where engineers meticulously plan the geometry and specifications of the mold to achieve the desired optical properties. Advanced computer-aided design (CAD) software is employed to simulate the behavior of light within the optical system and optimize the mold geometry accordingly. This iterative design process allows engineers to refine the mold design until it meets the exacting requirements of the desired optical component.

Once the design is finalized, the fabrication of the optical mold commences. Precision machining techniques such as computer numerical control (CNC) milling and electrical discharge machining (EDM) are employed to carve the mold cavity with sub-micron accuracy. Specialized materials such as high-grade tool steels or ceramics are chosen for their exceptional wear resistance and thermal stability, ensuring the longevity and performance of the optical mold.

The surface finish of the optical mold plays a critical role in determining the quality of the finished optical component. To achieve the ultra-smooth surfaces required for optical applications, advanced polishing techniques such as diamond turning and abrasive polishing are employed. These techniques allow for the removal of surface imperfections at the nanometer scale, ensuring that the mold cavity imparts small optical distortion to the final product.

Throughout the manufacturing process, stringent quality control measures are implemented to verify the dimensional accuracy and optical performance of the optical mold. Advanced metrology tools such as coordinate measuring machines (CMMs) and interferometers are used to inspect the mold geometry and surface quality, ensuring compliance with the desired specifications.

The significance of optical mold manufacturing extends beyond the realm of optical components, influencing a wide range of industries and applications. In the field of consumer electronics, optical molds are instrumental in the production of high-resolution camera lenses, display panels, and optical sensors. In the medical sector, optical components manufactured using precision molds enable advancements in diagnostic imaging, surgical instrumentation, and laser-based therapies.

In conclusion, optical mold manufacturing represents a pinnacle of precision engineering, where every aspect of the process is meticulously executed to achieve perfection in form and function. By unlocking the potential of optical mold technology, manufacturers can produce optical components with unparalleled accuracy and optical performance, driving innovation and progress across various industries. As the demand for high-quality optical components continues to grow, optical mold manufacturing remains at the forefront of technological advancement, shaping the future of precision manufacturing.

[ny000mdraws]

tfp au mirage!!

Mirage thought the war was unnecessary and blown out of proportion. The reasoning for the war starting especially he found to be idiotic and he found problems with the Autobot ways, saying they’re hypocritical for preaching about how lives are precious yet they kill Decepticons. All in all, he thinks people are better than this and hopes that maybe one day, Decepticons and Autobots can work together.

This mindset, however, would be the cause of his downfall. Autobots felt he was a Decepticon sympathizer/ spy and whenever things didn’t look good for the Autobots, all optics went to Mirage first. It didn’t take long for him to be a target for harassment.

Tired of being verbally, physically, and mentally harassed and believing he had no other choice, Mirage defected and joined the Decepticons. They accepted him and molded him into someone who could kill Autobots with no remorse.

People had different reactions to Mirage’s defection. People like Arcee, Wheeljack, and Cliffjumper and most of the Autobots took it as an admission of guilt while the few who disregarded the rumors, such as Optimus and Bee, hope that one day he’ll come back.

Other bits of info:

- Alt-mode is a 2010 Ferrari 458 itali

- Is an outlier (invisibility)

- Has retractable arm blades

- Really good at witty comebacks

- What he lacks in power, he makes up for in agility

[yejiasilicone]

Silicone One Way Valves YEJIA Manufactured

Silicone one way valves are a highly effective type of valve that allow the flow of fluid or gas in one direction only. Made from silicone rubber material, they offer excellent properties such as high temperature resistance, chemical resistance, and durability.

Applications of Silicone One Way Valve

Silicone one way valves have become increasingly popular in various industries due to their unique properties and versatility. These valves are commonly used in applications related to food and beverage, medical, personal care, and more.

In the food and beverage industry, silicone one way valves are used in packaging to prevent contamination and maintain freshness. These valves are commonly found in squeeze bottles, coffee bags, snack bags, and other food packaging that requires airtight seals. The valves allow air to escape while preventing oxygen from entering the package, which helps to preserve the quality of the product.

In the medical industry, silicone one way valves are used in various medical devices, fore example, respiratory equipment. These valves help to regulate air flow and pressure, ensuring that patients receive the appropriate amount of oxygen or air. The valves also prevent backflow, which can be dangerous in certain medical applications.

In the personal care industry, silicone one way valves are used in products such as shampoo and lotion dispensers. These valves help to control the amount of product that is dispensed, preventing waste and ensuring that the product is used efficiently. The valves also help to prevent contamination, which is important for products that come into contact with the skin.

Silicone one way valves are also used in other industries, such as automotive and industrial applications. In these applications, the valves help to regulate air flow and pressure, preventing damage to equipment and ensuring that processes run smoothly. Silicone one way valves are a versatile and valuable component in many different industries. Their ability to regulate air flow and pressure, prevent contamination, and maintain freshness make them an essential part of many products and applications.

Silicone One Way Valve Manufacturing Process

The manufacturing process for silicone one way valves is a complex procedure that requires close attention to detail and precision at every step.

Mold Design& Mold Making

The first crucial step is mold design, where a detailed plan is created for the shape and dimensions of the valve. This is followed by mold making, where the physical mold is created to produce the valves. Our company, YEJIA, has a professional engineering team and advanced molding making and inspection equipment to ensure accuracy and consistency for molds of custom silicone one way valves.

Silicone Molding

Once the mold is made, the silicone molding process begins. There are two main methods for molding silicone one way valves: compression molding and liquid silicone rubber (LSR) injection molding. Compression molding involves placing a pre-measured amount of silicone material into the mold, which is then compressed under high pressure and heat to form the final product. LSR injection molding, on the other hand, involves injecting liquid silicone rubber into the mold under high pressure and heat, which then cures into the final product.

Slit Cutting

After molding, the valves undergo a slit cutting process to create a small slit to allow air or fluid to flow in one direction only. YEJIA has developed an automatic punching production line to improve production efficiency and reduce defective rates.

Quality Control

Quality control is a critical aspect of the manufacturing process to ensure that every silicone one way valve shipped to clients is 100% qualified. YEJIA has invested in automated optical inspection (AOI) equipment, which detects any defects or imperfections in the valves such as bubbles or irregularities in shape or size. Additionally, our quality control team inspects every single valve after AOI to ensure that each product meets the highest standards of quality and functionality.

The manufacturing process for silicone one way valves involves several key steps that require careful attention to detail and precision. From mold design and mold making to silicone molding, slit cutting, and quality control, each step is critical to ensuring that the final product meets the highest standards of quality and functionality. At YEJIA, we are committed to delivering high-quality custom silicone one way valves to our clients.

Custom Silicone One Way Valves

Silicone one way valves play a crucial role in numerous industries and consumer products, owing to their ability to prevent backflow, withstand high temperatures and chemicals, and maintain durability. For over a decade, YEJIA has been a trusted manufacturer of custom silicone valves, backed by years of experience, advanced production equipment, and strict quality control system. We take pride in our ability to deliver tailored solutions that meet the unique needs of our clients. We welcome the opportunity to work with you and deliver custom silicone one way valves that meet the highest standards of quality and performance. Should any chance, highly welcome to visit our factory.

[kaeso4ka]

You're just walking with Optimus through the winter forest. And your heart seems to be melting

Pairing: yandere Optimus Prime x reader

You looked around with bated breath. Snowflakes swirled in a slow, chaotic chorus, falling on the towering snowdrifts, the bare trees, your hot face….

You couldn't remember the last time you'd been this cold. The Nevada desert didn't allow snow even in her mind, but here, thousands of miles away from Jasper, winter was in full swing. You liked it.

Optimus, in his mass-shifted form, stood nearby, but paid no attention at all to the beauty of the winter forest. You had his undivided attention.

“Don't stare. It's indecent,” you smiled weakly, meeting your gaze with the blue optic, ”better look around. It's so beautiful!”

The mech obediently looked around the forest around them. Optimus' audio sensors registered many different sounds: the crackling of twigs, the rustles made by various animals… Yes, Cybertron was much quieter than Earth.

As Optimus turned his faceplate back to you, returning his attention to you, a hastily made snowball hit the area between his eyepieces.

“I told you not to stare,” you were hastily molding snowballs without letting Prime out of your sight, ‘are you always so lofty?’ the mountain of snowballs was growing rapidly, and you moved behind the nearest snowdrift, preparing to hold your defenses.

“What are you doing, my Spark?” as another snowball folded into a ball and crashed into Optimus' chestplate, Prime decided to repeat your actions as well. A very large snowball quickly formed under his metal palms.

“Obviously: declaring a snow war. But seriously, it's just a child's winter play,” you poked your head out of your hiding place, trying it on, ”and so far you've been hit in the head and chest. You should… “Before you could finish, Optimus's snowball hit you in the face, and you fell into a snowdrift. Your nose hurt, “ouch. Calculate your strength!”

“I'm sorry, my Spark…” as soon as Optimus took a step towards you, concerned about your condition, you almost completely jumped out from behind the snowdrift, launching all the snowballs you had managed to make at Optimus by then. And another. And another.

The mech froze, letting you use up all your snowballs.

“There we go, fifteen to one in my favor. I win,” you could feel the melting snow prickling your red cheeks, the moisture slowly creeping through the thick layer of clothing, but you were in no hurry to get up from the snow. “Actually, in case you've forgotten, back in Antarctica, you promised me a game of snowballs. And you never did until I dragged you down here myself.”

“I thought you were genuinely uncomfortable spending time with me.”

You froze. Your palm clenched on the snow, and you realized your mittens were no longer saving you from the stabbing cold.

“M-huh?… Well, yes, but… Actually, you could spend a little more time with me normally…. Hell, no. Forget it,” you pulled off your soaked mitten with irritation, blowing on your blushing palms, ”what a fool you are, do you even know about this?”

Optimus approached you, getting down to the same level as you. Gently he took someone else's wrist, covered the other's palm with his own. The warm metal, against the logic of the surrounding temperature, grew hotter with each passing moment. You smiled relaxedly.

“I'd be glad if you could point out what I should do more often. Sometimes I don't understand you at all,” Optimus lifted you out of the snowdrift a moment later, cradling you against him, ”but I really want to understand.”

You smiled duskily. Sometimes you didn't understand yourself.

She didn't understand why or why not she pressed herself harder against Optimus, responding to the hug.

Inwardly, you agreed that it was just the atmosphere of the winter forest that was affecting you.

[lets-try-some-writing]

i remember the younger primes being outcasted/mistreated by the older primes after the battle w/ unicron in the covenant of primus, though i don't remember if thirteen was also mistreated since i haven't read it in a long time

so i was thinking maybe a short story about thirteen being mistreated? but like, marginally more since he's thr absolute last of the thirteen

I got you pal.

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Giftless, powerless, without purpose. That was what they said about him nonstop. They did not mean to be cruel, Thirteen could see it in their optics. They were merely stating what they saw as a fact. That didn't stop it from hurting. That didn't keep him from wandering aimlessly in order to escape their backhanded words.

Most of his siblings ignored him or otherwise regarded him distantly. He was a decoration at the best of times and a roadblock on days when the patience of his kin was limited. Prima threw him out of the way once, and Quintus threatened to drop him in a vat of acid just to see if an energy being could melt. If he wasn't a waste of space, he was a training dummy. There really wasn't much of a choice on his end. he didn't feel pain, so of course it was only logical that he assist in things that had him performing as an object rather than a person. Thirteen was not their equal, not in the optics of his fellow Primes.

The only one who treated him well was the most unlikely of the Primes. The only other partial outcast.

"Thirteen, my little Prime, what have they done to you this time." Solus ran her digits along his armor, the armor she made for him when she saw how damaged his original shell had become. It was a gift forged with love after she finally witnessed how carelessly he was being treated.

Where before she had largely ignored him, now she coddled him. Perhaps it was the fact that Thirteen was being damaged, or maybe it was simply because she had been mostly unaware of his presence. It could have even been because she saw another outcast in him. Whatever the case, she tended to him.

"Another scorch mark..." She sighed as she pulled him into a hug. It was a new thing for him, but Thirteen melted into her embrace all the same. She was the only one who understood. She was the only one who cared.

"I'm sorry they cannot see your light as I do." She shook as she caressed his helm so lovingly forged for his use. He could feel her tears trickling onto his armor. He wanted more than anything to wipe them away, but there was little use. She was the only one of their number who did not match the mold set by the others, and Thirteen was the broken Prime lacking in power and frame. They were outcasts, and neither of them were going to cease being scorned for their oddities any time soon.

"I promise you, I will change things for us. We will be seen, and when I can convince the others, I will personally make you a seat at our table." Solus cupped his face, her violet optics burning bright with passion. She would do as she promised, regardless of the cost. Thirteen wished he had a voice to deny her wishes with. He was fine being discarded so long as he had her. He needed no seat at the table of the Primes. He needed no respect or honor despite how much he longed for it.

He just needed Solus, and he needed her to be safe. Standing up for him would only make her a target. Her oddities already had her position hanging by a mere thread. If she were to act out on his behalf...

"Don't, please don't. they will hurt you as they do me."

His words meant nothing. She could not hear his pleading thoughts as she comfortingly began the process of touching every new scar upon his frame. It did not hurt. He was incapable of feeling pain. But by Primus, did every mark feel like a scorch on his spark.

"I will speak with Megatronus. If all goes well, we may gain him as our ally and fix things. Don't you worry Thirteen, this too shall pass." She pressed a kiss to the crest of his helm, a motherly gesture that Thirteen cherished. He prayed that she would endure, that her passionate spark would last forever.

And yet, he had a feeling it was not to be.