#Permanent Liquid Magnets

[mpcomagnetics]

How to Make Magnetic Slime

How to Make Magnetic Slime Put a twist on the classic slime science project by making magnetic slime. This is slime that reacts to a strong magnetic field, like a ferrofluid, but it’s easier to control. It’s easy to make, too. Here is what you do: Magnetic Slime Materials white school glue (e.g., Elmer’s glue) liquid starch iron oxide powder rare earth magnets Close up of ferrofluid Ordinary…

[hsmagnet]

Magnetic Separator Conveyor Belts Types

Magnetic Separator Conveyor Belts Types Mgnetic separator conveyor belts move things from one place to another in factories. Some conveyor belts have magnets. The magnets take away pieces of metal that shouldn’t be there. This makes the product cleaner. It also stops metal from breaking machines further down the line. There are a few types of these magnetic separator conveyor belts. Each one…

[infofeasting]

Overcoming the Challenges of Adopting IE4 PMSMs in Industrial Applications

The Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motor (PMSM) Market refers to the market for a type of electric motor that uses permanent magnets to generate its magnetic field, instead of using electric currents like traditional induction motors.

Pros and cons of the IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motor Market:

IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors (PMSMs) offer several advantages over traditional motors, including:

Energy Efficiency

High Reliability

Versatility

Improved Performance

Low Noise and Vibration

Cost-Effective

Eco-Friendly

These advantages make IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors an attractive option for industrial and commercial applications, and the demand for these motors is expected to grow in the future.

However, IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors (PMSMs) also have some disadvantages, including:

High Initial Cost

Limited Production Capacity

Complex Design

Need for Specialized Skills

Sensitivity to Power Quality

Compatibility with Existing Systems

These disadvantages need to be considered when evaluating the adoption of IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors.

Growth factors for the market for IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors:

IE4 is a specific class of PMSM that has even higher energy efficiency, making them suitable for high-efficiency applications. The market for IE4 PMSM is expected to grow as countries adopt more stringent energy efficiency regulations and as the demand for energy-efficient motor systems increases.

The IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motor Market is driven by several factors and trends. The increasing demand for energy-efficient products and the need to reduce greenhouse gas emissions is driving the adoption of IE4 PMSMs, which are highly efficient and consume less energy.

Moreover, the increasing demand for smart motors, which offer advanced features such as real-time monitoring and control, is driving the growth of the IE4 PMSM market. the increasing adoption of renewable energy sources such as wind and solar power is driving the demand for IE4 PMSMs, as they are used in the generators and inverters of these systems.

Assessment of the Market for IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors:

The scope of study for the IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motor Market typically includes a comprehensive analysis of the market size, segmentation, trends, growth drivers, challenges, and competitive landscape. The study provides a detailed overview of the market, including historical data and forecast projections for the next few years. It covers various aspects of the market, including production, consumption, imports and exports, and pricing.

The market is typically segmented based on different parameters such as application, end-use industry, region, and others. The study also provides a detailed analysis of the key players operating in the market, including their financial performance, product offerings, and market strategies.

Market leaders for IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors:

The report is aimed at providing a comprehensive understanding of the market to help stakeholders make informed business decisions.

Some of the major market players include ABB, Danfoss, KSB SE & Co. KGaA, Fuji Electric Co., Ltd., KAESER KOMPRESSOREN, Altra Industrial Motion Corp., Kienle + Spiess GmbH, Bharat Bijlee, ANHUI WANNAN ELECTRIC MACHINE CO., LTD., NORD Drive Systems, Lafert, CG Global, OEMER, Merkes GmbH, Toshiba Corporation, Weg S.A., Hitachi Ltd., O.M.E. Motori Elettrici s.r.l., VEM Group, Nidec, and Siemens AG among others.

Request Sample PDF: https://www.nextmsc.com/ie4-permanent-magnet/request-sample

Market Hurdles for IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors:

The COVID-19 pandemic has impacted the IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motor (PMSM) market in several ways. During the initial stages of the pandemic, many factories and production facilities were shut down, leading to a slowdown in demand for motors, including IE4 PMSMs. The supply chain disruptions also resulted in production disruptions and higher costs for raw materials.

However, as the pandemic situation stabilized and economies started to recover, the demand for energy-efficient motor systems, including IE4 PMSMs, has increased. This is due to the growing awareness of the need for energy efficiency and sustainability, as well as government initiatives to support the adoption of energy-efficient technologies.

Henceforth, while the COVID-19 pandemic has had a short-term impact on the IE4 PMSM market, the long-term demand is expected to remain strong, and the market is expected to continue to grow in the future. The market faces several other challenges, including; high cost, lack of standardization, technical complexity, compatibility with existing infrastructure, competition from alternative technologies, etc.

Despite these challenges, the growing demand for energy-efficient motor systems and the need to reduce energy costs is expected to drive the growth of the IE4 PMSM market in the future.

Regional Overview of the Market for IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors:

The IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motor (PMSM) market is a global market, with manufacturers and suppliers located in different regions around the world.

The Asia-Pacific region is a major market for IE4 PMSMs, driven by the large population and rapidly growing economies in countries such as China, India, and Japan.

Europe is also a significant market for IE4 PMSMs, driven by the high level of industrialization and the presence of several leading manufacturers in the region.

North America is a growing market for IE4 PMSMs, driven by the increasing demand for energy-efficient technologies and the presence of several leading manufacturers in the region.

The rest of the world, including South America, Africa, and the Middle East, are also expected to be significant markets for IE4 PMSMs in the future, driven by the increasing demand for energy-efficient technologies in these regions.

In conclusion, the IE4 PMSM market is a global market, with significant demand from different regions around the world. The market is expected to continue to grow in the future, driven by the increasing demand for energy-efficient technologies and the need to reduce energy costs.

[sfehvn]

switch

Description: Tav takes matters into her own hands when seducing Astarion. A/N: Literally just a thousand words of pure smut. Astarion and Tav have fun being switches for a bit. This was the vibe while I wrote. Enjoy! Xx Rating: M (18+ minors DNI) Word count: 1,119 Characters: Astarion x Tav

━─━────༺༻────━─━

  The sway in your hips was magnetic as you hummed quietly to yourself. The lake's cool water came up to your waist, leaving your chest bare to any prying eyes. Prying eyes there indeed were; a predator skulked silently through the shadows of the trees. He observed you conspicuously. Or so he thought. His presence was no secret; you were determined to give him a show that would leave him yearning for more. Your shoulder blades rolled back as you straightened out your posture. You sensually palmed the frigid liquid over your breasts. Your head tilted back to face the moon as a mischievous smirk played on pert lips. The liveliness that could typically be heard from the campsite had long died down, and you could make out smoke billowing from the snuffed-out fire in the distance.

  You had been eagerly awaiting an opportunity to get Astarion alone. Since the night you two shared, shrouded by trees and the carnal lust of one another, he had been the one constant on your mind. Keeping a clear head was necessary; that knowledge was not lost on you. The journey before you and your companions was still a long one. Doing what you do best, you decided to take matters into your own hands. The permanent ache between your thighs would persist until you’ve scratched that itch. Or rather, until Astarion did. The flirtation and teasing had only made your craving for the vampire worse. Pride prevented you from simply voicing your needs to him. Instead, knowing that he’d be out hunting, you settled on giving him something worthwhile to hunt for. You.

  Water sloshed and calmed as he entered the water. His form is pressed to yours within seconds, his hard length against your ass. His hands come up to cup your breasts in his palms, lips pressed to your ear as he whispers, “I was on the prowl for a deer, but how could I pass up a meal as delicious as yourself?” Goosebumps rise across your delicate flesh. His cold lips find the crook of your neck, laying wet kisses in their wake. No doubt the same place he’d be feasting upon shortly. Fingers lace into his silver hair, sinking your weight against him. Your back arches in a desperation you try your best to conceal. It’s no use; Astarion is already tsk’ing playfully. “Tell me how you’d like it, darling. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Your little games are not lost on me.” He presses his stiff cock further against you with emphasis on his following words, “You only have to ask. I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about that pretty little body of yours.” 

  Dominant demeanor be damned, you needed him. You needed to feel him inside of you. Feel his mouth on every single inch of your flesh. You turn in his arms and disregard the perceptive smirk on his face. Mouths press together, tongues fighting for dominance over one another. He hoists you onto his waist, your legs wrapping around him willingly to maintain your balance as he carries you from the body of water. Your back is pressed to the dirt beside the lake; his hungry hands explore your body. You watch him through half-lidded eyes as his mouth latches onto your clit. Instinctively, your back arches while your hands slink into his hair again. His tongue flicks, circles, and laps expertly at the bundle of nerves. Astarion had a long list of sexual conquests and had specifically been trained to watch for what makes people tick. With you, it felt natural. He watched you, not intending to learn but for his own self-gratification. The sight of you writhing beneath him was one to behold and made his cock twitch in anticipation.

  The balance of control shifts. You pull away from his mouth and sit on your knees, pressing his shoulder in a silent demand for him to lay back. Your lips place a teasing kiss on the tip of his cock before your tongue juts out to lick over the side of his length. You take the entirety into the warm confinements of your mouth. It’s only moments before you pull away, producing spit that strings down to rest on the head of his member. You use your hand to spread it over his length, taking your time with the action. You note the way his chest heaves as he gasps, eyes never leaving yours as you slink your leg over his hips. You slide down onto his cock, taking as much as you can before you feel him bottom out inside of you. You position yourself, hands pressed into his chest as you bounce, hair flitting over your shoulders with the movement.

  Astarion’s eyes flicker between your face and your breasts, relishing how they seem to react with every slight movement you make. His fingertips dig into your hips as he urges you to go faster. This time, you tsk in response, leaning down until you’re chest-to-chest with him, purposefully tightening the walls of your pussy around his length, eliciting a pleasurable groan from deep in his throat. “This is my little game, hm? Is it not?” Your words are sultry, and he thrusts further into you in response. “Tell me how you’d like it, darling.” You tease, stealing his mockery from earlier.

  “Gods, Tav, faster-” A proper moan escapes with his words, his mind spinning with excitement. Grinning pridefully, you oblige, sitting up to work your pussy rhythmically over his length. A whine leaves your throat with each moment, his cock perfectly hitting your sweet spot with every thrust of your hips. You collapse over him from the continued satisfaction, not quite to your peak. He takes the cue. His hands grasp your ass as he pounds upwards and into your dripping center. You bare your neck to him, and he wastes no time with sinking sharp fangs into your flesh. The perfect balance of pain and pleasure pushes you over the edge; your hands grasp at his hair as you feel yourself come undone. His seed fills you in tandem, his name sounding too sweet leaving your lips to hold out any longer. 

  He continues to feed on you once he’s come down from his orgasm and only pulls away once he feels your already-limp body still further. “Next time you’re feeling hot and bothered, just drop by my tent. As fun as this was, darling, I’m sure it would have saved you a few days of pining after yours truly.” Astarion teases, and you roll your eyes in response. However, you would be sure to take him up on his offer.

[nardo-headcanons]

Writing Scientist Characters

this post is mainly an excuse to post a certain list of lab supplies I've made for a friend and infodump about lab work. but feel free to use this as a little resource when writing characters who are scientists and/or lab nerds. who knows, maybe it'll be of use.

General thoughts

Many people think it's a stereotype that scientist or nerd characters talk using complex technical jargon. While that is true to an extent, there actually is some kind of lab jargon. It varies across different labs and fields, but one thing they have in common is that it seeks to simplify, not the other way around.

gelelectrophoresis becomes elpho

microbiology becomes mibi

deioninized water becomes aqua dist

biochemistry becomes BC

sodium hydroxide becomes NaOH

They will probably not call a glass of water "silicon dioxide and h2o".

...and more. feel free to get creative. If you're writing in any other language than English, you can throw in one or two anglicisms as well. Also, most scientists will never gatekeep their work, and in an opposite fashion, will not shut up about it unless you make them. And no, most chemists do not know the entire periodic table by heart, only the most relevant elements. (main groups and a few commonly used metals of the subgroups) When it comes to characters doing the lab work, keep in mind that there are a lot more people involved than the scientist themself. Most scientists are more occupied with paperwork and data analysis, it is the laboratory technicians and assistants that do most of the practical work. They often have more lab experience than the scientists themselves.

Things you can have your lab nerd character do instead of making random chemicals explode

writing a lab report (and losing their mind over excel)

degreasing the glass bevel stoppers

removing the permanent marker from beakers (labeling is important)

complaining about the lack of funding of [their field] research

cleaning glassware

preparing specimen for examination

googling the most basic equations for their report

checking if the glassware and utensil collections are complete

steal single use plastic pipettes from their lab

pirating expensive textbooks

A list of laboratory supplies and utensils you can have them work with

Laboratory general (chem + bio)

Erlenmayer flasks, beakers, precision scales (3 digits), glass rods, metal spoons/spatulas, screw on glass flasks (autoclave compatible) test tubes, stopcock grease, dispensers with sanitizer and hand cream, gas burners, heating plates, eppendorf pipettes, pipette tips, Peleus pipetting aids, squirting bottles, liquid and powder funnels, incubator/drying chamber, round watch glasses, magnet stirring plates.

Microbiology Autoclave, petri dishes, agar plates, innoculation loops (reusable and metal), clean bench, microscope slides, microscope, drigalski-spatula, test tubes with clamping lids

Histology

Paraffin bath, water bath, scalpels, scissors, razor blades, microtomes (rotating microtome, slide microtome and freezing microtome), histocinette, tweezers (various kinds), ocular

Biochemistry

Sequencing robots, eppendorf tubes, gelelectrophoresis chambers, centrifuge

Analytical Chemistry

Photometer, kuvettes, burettes, mass spectro meters, UV bank (for chromatogrophies), pyknometers, melting point meter, porcelain mortars, pH paper, analytical scales (4 or more digits)

Prep Chemistry

Tripod/standing material, miniature lifting platforms, spiral condenser, colon condenser, round bottom flask (three necked and y- necked), filtration material, Separating funnel

Electrical engineering

Electric generators, Soldering iron, Clamp connectors, plugin connectors, ohm’s resistors, plug in lamps, condensers, transistors, PCBs, amperemeters, voltmeters, multimeters

Mechanics

Tripod/standing material, metal hooks, metal rods, mechanical stop watches, marbles, metal springs, Newton meters, laser motion detectors

Optics

Prisma (various kinds), various glass lenses (concave, convex, biconcave, biconvex), laser pointers, optical bench, mechanical iris diaphragm, looking glasses, monochrome lamps, lamp filters

Most used chemicals

Deionized water, ethanol, NaOH, HCl, H3PO4, NaCl (+ physiological NaCl solution 0.9)

Useful websites for writing science stuff

DNA sequence generator (simple): http://www.faculty.ucr.edu/~mmaduro/random.htm

DNA, RNA and protein sequence generator: https://molbiotools.com/randomsequencegenerator.php Annealing temperature calculator: https://tmcalculator.neb.com/#!/main

Medicine name generator: https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/medicine-names.php Anything chemistry related: https://www.wolframalpha.com/input?i=chemistry

Commonly used software:

MS Excel

Yenka

CASSY Lab

LabView

SpectraLab

LIMS

LaTex

Slack

Scientist friends, feel free to add onto this.

Have fun writing!

[bettertwin1]

here are some facts about oxygen

Animals and plants require oxygen for respiration. Plant photosynthesis drives the oxygen cycle, maintaining it around 21% in air. While the gas is essential for life, too much of it can be toxic or lethal. Symptoms of oxygen poisoning include vision loss, coughing, muscle twitching, and seizures. At normal pressure, oxygen poisoning occurs when the gas exceeds 50%.

Oxygen gas is colorless, odorless, and tasteless. It's usually purified by fractional distillation of liquefied air, but the element is found in many compounds, such as water, silica, and carbon dioxide.

Liquid and solid oxygen is pale blue. At lower temperatures and higher pressures, oxygen changes its appearance from blue monoclinic crystals to orange, red, black, and even a metallic appearance.

Oxygen is a nonmetal. It has low thermal and electrical conductivity, but high electronegativity and ionization energy. The solid form is brittle rather than malleable or ductile. The atoms readily gain electrons and form covalent chemical bonds.

Oxygen gas normally is the divalent molecule O2. Ozone, O3, is another form of pure oxygen. Atomic oxygen, which is also called "singlet oxygen" does occur in nature, although the ion readily bonds to other elements. Singlet oxygen may be found in the upper atmosphere. A single atom of oxygen usually has an oxidation number of -2.

Oxygen supports combustion. However, it is not truly flammable! It is considered an oxidizer. Bubbles of pure oxygen don't burn.

Oxygen is paramagnetic, which means it is weakly attracted to a magnet but doesn't retain permanent magnetism.

Approximately 2/3 of the mass of the human body is oxygen. This makes it the most abundant element, by mass, in the body. Much of that oxygen is part of water, H2O. Although there are more hydrogen atoms in the body than oxygen atoms, they account for significantly less mass. Oxygen is also the most abundant element in the Earth's crust (about 47% by mass) and the third most common element in the Universe. As stars burn hydrogen and helium, oxygen becomes more abundant.

Excited oxygen is responsible for the bright red, green, and yellow-green colors of the aurora. It's the molecule of primary importance, as far as generating bright and colorful auroras.

Oxygen was the atomic weight standard for the other elements until 1961 when it was replaced by carbon 12. Oxygen made a good choice for the standard before much was known about isotopes because although there are 3 natural isotopes of oxygen, most of it is oxygen-16. This is why the atomic weight of oxygen (15.9994) is so close to 16. About 99.76% of oxygen is oxygen-16.

Anon im going to killmyself please dont send me abything this long ever again i have never been more stressed scrolljng before this js too manh words im not reading all that please dont make mme read all that

[jjkeremika]

Tasty

description: mikasa gets out of the shower and eren eats her out

pairing: eren x mikasa, eremika (aot/snk)

*****nsfw*****

Mikasa stepped into the bedroom, a short fluffy pink towel wrapped around her torso, loosely conforming to the shape of her body.

Eren’s eyes were glued to the shapely pink towel, his eyes roaming around her dewy skin across her chest and arms and legs. He never wanted to lick a water droplet so badly.

She sat down on the bed, Eren craning his neck slightly to see her lap, where the towel slid up her thighs.

He licked his lips at the sight as she grabbed the lavender body lotion, squeezed some into her hand, and placed it on the bedside table.

Mikasa bent over and started rubbing the lotion into her calves, massaging lightly to temporarily relieve the permanent knots in the muscles.

Eren sat in the desk chair on the opposite wall, watching her, breathing increasing to accommodate the increased blood flow to his crotch.

He stood up when she lifted her foot to the bed, the towel exposing herself to the ghosts in the room. She looked up at him curiously, still slowly massaging into her calves.

Eren walked to her and squeezed some of the lotion on his hands. He lifted her calf into the air, the action throwing her balance off and causing her to roll onto her back.

He massaged into the back of her calf, from the ankle to the knee and back, smiling smugly at the sight, salivating at her exposed body. He spent extra time on her calf, rubbing his thumbs deep into the skin, because they were always so tight, and she was moaning softly at the sensation, getting wet at the position.

Eren could see it, could see the muscles between her legs starting to shine. He thought about how he’d barely even touched her yet.

Eren moved his knee on the bed and leaned over her, resting hers onto his shoulder as he lowered his hands, massaging into the back of her thigh.

One hand dropped to her crotch and slicked his thumb in the shiny liquid, evoking shaky moans from her. Eren was already panting, already focusing on keeping himself from coming at the sight of Mikasa unraveling beneath him, of the towel sliding off her chest and down her sides while he fingered her.

He bent down more, folding over her bare body, catching her the thin skin on her neck in a kiss. His finger slid easily over her clit from how wet she was. He groaned at the sound of his fingers moving the liquid, of the loud ahh’s and yes’s running from her mouth.

Her hand reached up to cup her own boob and she punched her nipple, smiling widely more so at the loud moan from Eren, who’s fingers were absent mindedly speeding up.

The faster pace knocked her back and forth, causing breathy shifts in the moans as he fucked them in and out of the tight muscles.

When he kissed to her naval he could smell her, reminding him faintly on the pair of panties she gave him after their first time. He struggled to remember what she tasted like.

The drool practically ran down his lip as he kissed around her thighs, the strong scent permeating his senses and making him feel dizzy, making him feel needy.

Erens mouth made impact with Mikasa’s clit and she cried out, spreading and raising her thighs, his hands magnetically moving to the backs of her thighs, pushing her farther onto the bed.

He lapped at her like a dog desperate for water, like she was the only drink and he was deathly thirsty. He licked and sucked and slipped his fingers in and out of her until she’d come twice, rapidly approaching a third.

Mikasa squeezed her thighs together, Eren’s head in between. He groaned at the pressure, and she felt the vibration travel softly against her sensitive skin, almost drowned out by the electric jolts from both his tongue and fingers.

“Eren, Eren, Eren, Eren, Eren!” Mikasa shouted, clawing at his shoulders as he closed his eyes and kept the pace, stayed in the same spot.

He smiled as he felt her legs shake, felt her muscles tense as the wave boiled from her head and toes, bursting into millions of vibrating tingles and drowning out all noises except the blood rushing through her ears.

She tiredly tapped Eren’s head and he pulled his tongue away, kissing up her body, slipping both hands around her waist and lifting her closer.

[tvckerwash]

someone on the toaru subreddit was asking about potential power ups for mikoto, and ngl I think I cooked with this response (utc because it's kind of long lol)

mikoto doesn't necessarily need a power up imo as her issue in index is that she's trying to be something she isn't. mikoto wants to be by kamijou's side, and she thinks that the best way to achieve that is by being strong enough to fight his battles for him. mikoto is not an A team combatant though, and her best fights in index are when she's taking on the B team such as her fight with thor against sylvia and bruinhild in nt6, or when she takes on opponents that are problematic for kamijou, such as hound dog in ot13.

mikoto acquired the AAA after she had been put into a situation where she was completely helpless despite trying her hardest to succeed, and to add fuel to the fire she was told outright that she was holding back the person she was trying to help.

for mikoto the AAA was meant to function as an opposing parallel to accelerator's black wings, though while the wings, and the pain accelerator was forced to go through by aleister in order to receive them, was a necessary step for his growth and development, mikoto was never meant to get the AAA, and it was only ever going to be a temporary fix to the pain she is unnecessarily forcing herself to go through by chasing after kamijou's back.

in a similar vein, mikoto teaming up with misaki in an effort to get stronger by gaining more power has, and will likely continue to be, a temporary solution to her dilemma. in her mind if she could not achieve her goal even with something like the AAA, the obvious solution to tackle her problem is to have someone else help her, doubling her firepower. this resulted in her being able to break into the windowless building with the liquid proof railgun, which was again an unnecessary development, hence why she was “betrayed” by misaki in nt22r, and why the AAA was destroyed in gt2—there's no point in her having access to those abilities, as they were not helping her grow as a person.

where exactly mikoto is going to go from here is unknown, though considering kamachi has said mikoto is never going to stop chasing after kamijou, and if the blurb from item volume 2 below is anything to go by, I unfortunately don't think we'll be seeing a solution anytime soon.

There are reports of the Railgun using EM waves to produce a macro reflected wave radar, but there are no examples of her using electrons themselves to cut anything. She has a tendency to avoid that and instead uses magnetism to vibrate iron sand. It is unknown if this is because she was only recently recognized as a Level 5, or if it is a permanent problem.

—Item #2, Pg179-180.

I do know that I for one would kill for mikoto to have some sort of corruption arc where she gets a temporary demon form, resulting in a scenario where she'd clash with kamijou and he'd finally fight her seriously like she's always wanted him to. it would be very fitting thematically for her to find herself in the same situation accelerator was once in, where she's so deluded that a wake up call via a fist to the face is just what she needs to get her head on straight and kick-start her character development, but I guess we'll just have to wait and see 🤷.

[treasure-mimic]

When the mermaids of the shallows were hunted into near extinction, when those of the coral reefs found themselves poisoned and starved, the deep sea mermaid survived. Sparse in number and averse to colony-building of size and scale of those above, not by the actions of any interloper or outsider, but by sheer fact that the deep itself is sparse. It is sparse and unforgiving and ruled above all by competition.

Corapoda's home is the Kemp Caldera, a landmark capable of drawing more of her kind to a single point. Here they gather and share their knowledge and share what food they have collected. The mermaids of the deep do not revel in socialization, reliance on such connections will only fail their needs once apart, but it can be appreciated in temporary.

However, food has dwindled, and the marine snow from above is no longer filling. She is among the first to set out to hunt. Leaving the Caldera means potentially not returning for months. She knows the sea floor better than any creature, and can feel the magnetic polarity of the Earth to guide her along its directional lines. Yet, this only speaks to the impossible task of attempting to map an infinite stretch of sand as barren as it is temporary. The lightest current will shift loose silt and make it unrecognizable. Many landmarks are things such as fallen whale carcasses, an irresistible meal to those who are used to subsisting off scraps, quickly devoured, whatever bones remain sunk into the shifting silt. There were no shipwrecks nearby to provide some sense of permanence, and even those had pseudo-predators which would try to drain what nutrition could be claimed from long dead wood and wool. No, Corapoda's only chance of returning to the only place she might consider a home was chance, the hope that in wandering around the same basin the currents would bring her back to a place of familiarity. Until then she would wander above the barren sea floor and take what she could when it arrived.

Red lights glow beneath her enlarged eyes and allow her some semblance of vision in the midnight black that others so deep cannot latch onto. Yellow-tinted speckles cover her chest and pelvis to ensure any creature looking up will not see her shape against the backlit stars. And, finally, lines of blue dots along the sides of her tail allow others like her to recognize her in the dark.

She swims. Hunger pains keep her from a full on sprint, but she's built for stamina and endurance. Evolution has guaranteed she will continue to move until she quite literally drops dead. For miles she swims, long after she can no longer see the Caldera, she has yet to come across another creature in the deep.

A glint of silver, movement. Immediately, Corapoda launches in furious charge towards the first companion she's had in the hours since leaving. Her tail churns water behind her, her hand lashes out like an angry whip. In a moment it's over, the silt is still clouding in response to the sudden movement long after her prey's fate is sealed.

A lone, silver viperfish wriggles its tubelike body, trying to use the liquidity of the water to lubricate escape back into the darkness. Unfortunately, Corapoda's grip is too strong for that hope. Without hesitation she brings it to her mouth. Jagged teeth rend flesh from bones, her access to the organs of the fish are immediate and unabated. She eats on the move, the fresh stream of blood into water will attract others, many of whom may see her as a bigger prize than the half-eaten viperfish. Her teeth scrape against the needle-like bones, her tongue darts like an eel into crevices otherwise unreachable, she sucks down tiny blots of organs and muscle and life, all in an attempt to pull as much sustenance as possible from this catch.

It's not much, the fish is thin and bony, a product of efficiency in itself. She has enough energy to swim for another day, perhaps, but her stomach still cries out in pain. Once she's sure there's nothing left to get from the fish, she discards the carcass, leaves it to creatures better equipped to eat away at nothing but bones, and continues on.

Miles more are traveled before anything else is encountered. Miles of empty, dead silt and descending snow from above. However, her well-trained eyes are able to pick up the faintest hope on the horizon. Swarming bioluminescence; a school. Schooling fish are not inconceivable to find this deep down, but they are rare, likely lanterneyes or other such small catches. This is a present and deeply agreeable solution, Corapoda can imagine herself dancing amidst the school and gorging herself on their bodies. They cannot hope to flea as one, she is certainly faster, and they are far too small to fight back. Surely she can gather at least a few before it occurs to their simple minds to scatter.

Her pace quickens with excitement. She moves with just enough renewed energy as to avoid startling the school with her thrashing.

Curiously, the school seems to be moving towards her as well. Their patterns are intricate, folding circles, almost mesmerizing, yet the school still moves as a singular cloud, all in pace with one another. Relative motion is hard to gauge in the deep, with so little to compare off of, Corapoda mistakenly believes she is moving faster than she for a moment because the school is moving towards her faster than expected.

Something is wrong. For all of the individual swimming spots of light, there is a larger, all consuming darkness surrounding them. A shape which stands out against the gloom, a shape which seems to contain the school in itself.

Corapoda realizes the trick, not a moment too soon. Her sleek body turns hard and she swims at an angle to the approaching mass. It's on her now. Her tail narrowly avoids a gaping, cavernous maw, and further distance is needed to keep from hitting the moving shape, large as an ocean liner.

From this close she can see the trick. Chromatophores larger than her own beating heart pulse with light and then shut themselves off in swimming sequence against the creature's broad side. From a distance they resemble the habits of a small creature's evasive patterns. From this close, they look more like messages from an unknowable alien race. Its hide is so dark that she cannot make out defining characteristics, she does not see an eye or a fin or gills. There is only the mass and the blinking lights which almost spelled her doom.

The creature does not turn around, it does not correct course and attempt to pursue her further. It knows its attempt has failed and it will not waste excess energy on something which has already seen through its ruse.

Slowly, and yet at speeds Corapoda could not hope to outrun, it passes her by and returns into the darkness of the depths.

There's only a moment taken to catch her breath, to let her tense muscles undo. Then, she returns to swimming, notably in the opposite direction. Regardless of all else, her stomach still aches, and she is still without a proper meal.

[mpcomagnetics]

How to Make Liquid Magnets

How to Make Liquid Magnets A liquid magnet, or ferrofluid, is a colloidal mixture of magnetic particles (~10 nm in diameter) in a liquid carrier. When no external magnetic field is present, the fluid is not magnetic and the orientation of the magnetite particles is random. However, when an external magnetic field is applied, the magnetic moments of the particles align with the magnetic field…

[hsmagnet]

About Permanent Magnetic Filters In Industrial Processes

About Permanent Magnetic Filters In Industrial Processes Do you want to achieve high-purity fluid operations? If yes, you’re at the right spot. One of the crucial factors in industrial processes is filtration. It removes contaminants to maintain a safe production. But what if you remove metallic particles within seconds? That’s possible through magnetic filters. The magnetic filtration process…

[buksu-the-deer-drone]

Here is Buksu's character sheet!

Tessa wasn't the kindest to Buksu, when she worked in the Manson, she always locked her in the attic and showed clear favoritism to the others, Buksu did everything for Tessa's approval, but all she was to Tessa was an object. Tessa put a collar on her neck so she could always know where Buksu was. When she was a Disassembly drone Tessa accidentally let out some mutant goo or liquid, she got everyone out safe, Tessa however left Buksu for dead, when the goo or liquid touched her Buksu's skin burned and melted so she had to stitch herself together, the reason why she doesn't wear a shirt is because the cloth rubs against her stitches which causes her excruciating pain, however she wears shorts cause that's where she didn't get burned. if you look closely she has stitches on her mouth, forcing her into a permanent smile, most of her tail burned off so she tied a knife to it. And the mutant goo/liquid caused her to get deer ears, hooves and acts like a deer sometimes.

Buksu has a Boston accent

@dr-wylde-and-janus

@user-darkxwolf17

@a-good-darren

@sam-likes-magnets

@theblackcubeofdarkness

@asknoridoorman

Pronunciation : Buck-Su

her theme song :

[flipping-the-coin]

Orion, as an archivist can you tell me more about the practice of mechs getting engraved and its history? Is it usually really significant or do some do it just for fun?

From the desk of  Head Archivist: Orion Pax Hall of Records East Trion Square Iacon

Thank you for your inquiry! Engraving as a practice is deeply embedded into Cybertronian cultures all around the planet. It traces all the way back to the original Thirteen Primes themselves. Legends say that Prima would have his failures engraved into his frame, so that he would forever remember them, and not make the same mistakes. Of course, there really is no way to verify most tales from so far back in history, but this Legend is generally agreed upon by scholars to likely be true. 

In Early Cybertronian civilizations, the practice initially began in mimicry of the Prime, and was adopted by warriors to similarly commemorate their failures. It then was adopted by anyone who owed a debt to show their sincerity in repayment. However, before long the practice exploded into popularity, and was used to signify all manner of things, from clan membership to profession to bondings. 

Each culture has its own manner of engraving styles and customs. For example, Iaconian engravings tend to utilize glyphs directly, usually a phrase or saying that carries meaning in a pristine and legible font, whereas in Kaon, engravings tend to utilize pictographs to represent ideas rather than words. Vos in particular has a rather unique cultural style that is almost a perfect blending of Iaconian and Kaoni, utilizing both intricate glyph usage and certain pictographic designs. 

It is common all across Cybertron to see engravings down the arms, on chest plating and on the shoulders and adorning kibble.  It is less common, but not rare, to see engravings down the helm as well, but almost never on the face. There are unfortunate, negative stigmas attached to those who engrave their faceplates.  However, in places like Praxus or Vos, where many mechs of similar frame types tend to congregate, you will commonly see placements of engravings on the doorwings, or wings, respectively. Of course, these were both relatively wealthy city-states before the war, and thus their engravings tended to be rather delicate and beautifully crafted. 

The only outliers to these general observations belong to government and Primacy engravings. These do not change depending on culture, they are the same across the planet. Law enforcement, for example, wears the same symbol in Vos as they do in Tarn. While originating in Iacon, both Primacy and government engravings are pictographic in nature. Before the war, they were mandatory for all government and Primacy employees, but in modern times, one can apply for an exemption and opt to wear a magnetic insignia instead, as I do when I am working. 

There are only two types of engravings that are commonly performed: surface level, and plating.  A surface level engraving only removes the outer paint layer, and heals over relatively quickly, usually withing a deca-cycle or two. Plating engravings are etched into the metal plating itself. These engravings tend to last from three to five stellar cycles before the nanites can fill them in naturally. These forms of engraving are nearly painless. More uncommon are protoform engravings. Engravings on the protoform are permanent and incredibly painful. Healing will help, but the sting of a protoform engraving lingers eternally. Protoform engravings are often done to express deeply held convictions, regrets or promises, though some also get them for love. 

Engravings are most commonly done by professionals, as there is some level of risk involved in plating and protoform engravings. An unskilled engraver, or one who is careless, may cause damage to the frame that can result in painful scarring that must be seen to by a qualified medic to be repaired via injections of liquid protoform to the injured site. If the protoform is damaged in an engraving, the resulting scarring is often permanent. Seeking a qualified, careful engraver is essential for those seeking protoform engravings. 

Engravings are also used to show a great deal of social information. Many wear them purely for decorative purposes, but those tend to be in locations such as the lower back, outer thigh plating, hips and servos. These locations signify that the engravings are purely decorative, and can be used to broadcast special interests or hobbies to others. Beyond the decorative scope, they are used to express certain milestones or life pathways, such as becoming an apprentice, passing into adulthood, or even engaging in bonding rites. 

Nearly every guild or subculture has its own usage for engravings to share information easily to those who understand the meanings of the symbols or glyphs used. For example, the gladiators of Kaon used this particular pictograph that can be either painted or engraved to denote one has membership or close ties to them:

However, the gladiators from Tarn have a completely different symbol in line with their own culture. The only symbol shared amongst all gladiators across Cybertron is the symbol of the Champion, which is a crescent shape. 

To summarize: engraving has a deep and rich history for all Cybertronian cultures; a tradition as old as life itself on our planet. It is used to express concepts that hold significant meaning, and also can be simply a fun expression of joy. They allow Cybertronians to announce aspects of themselves without uttering a single glyph, both significant and miniscule. They function almost as an entire form of communication themselves for those who can read their meanings. Thank you again for your inquiry, I hope my explanation is satisfactory. It has been a pleasure answering it for you.

[acourtofsnakes]

My dearest darling wife!!!!!! Hi!!!!!!!

I would love to request prompt 9 (ravens) with…..who else, Dream of course 🥰 I’m so excited to see what you come up with!🤍

Hello my dearest wife!! Here is your completed request🥰

Ravens, with Dream.

Summary: The Lord of Dream's can take many forms, of which you have learnt about in great deal. But you had no idea your fiance could transform into a raven... Right?

Warning: Fluffy, super soft, Dream is being a playful little bugger, food mention.

Dream Tags: @hedwigprewett12 @fate-huntress @casper-moth @fangirlmary @laraackerman @layla2-49

Permanent: @greeneyedblondie44 @mamacitapascal @mypedrom @undiscovered-misunderstood @kaylee-krystal @theshireisburning-so-mordoritis @queenofthefaceless @gallowsjoker @kirsteng42 @rosiefridayrogersunday @salome-c @amywritesthings @meganlpie @sgt-morgan @kodakoalabear

Masterlist | Dream Masterlist

“And then I managed to find the very last packet of blueberries, because I know how much you love them, and some lady stared at me like I was the worst person on the planet.” You laughed, rolling your eyes as you picked out another of the small berries and held it out to the creature next to you. “How could I explain that I need those berries because my fiancé has an affection for them, but only in the form of a raven?” 

The creature next to you was, in fact, a raven. 

And not just any raven, but your fiancé, Lord Morpheus. 

Dream of the Endless. King of Dreams and Nightmares alike. 

Many knew that he could present himself as a glossy black cat, had spent many years as one in fact, but it was lesser known that he could transform into a raven, the favoured creature of his loyal companion. 

In fact, you hadn’t even known about it yourself, not until Morpheus had told you last week. You’d been laying across the soft grass beside the lake in the Dreaming, your head on his lap, with his long fingers trailing through your hair and against your scalp. 

The feeling was exquisite, combined with his liquid voice as he told all about the many aspects and different lore that surrounded him. 

He’d come to the different forms he’d taken throughout history, and revealed to you the lesser known raven he adopted now then. 

You hadn’t been able to learn anymore, as he’d been alerted to a Nightmare causing particular trouble and he’d informed you regrettably that it would take a few days to fix. 

It was no matter, you understood and admired how devoted he was to his task, so you simply kissed him, wished him luck and looped your arm through his as he took you to the waking world, so you wouldn’t be lonely in his palace.

Shortly after that, you’d begun to notice a particularly glossy looking raven in the garden of the home you also had in the waking world. 

He carried himself with more grace than the other ravens, and he was just a tad bigger too. There was no other person it could be, no other entity with that magnetic pull. 

You’d caught him watching you, noted the gleam in his eyes and how it was really rather similar to the same glinting spark your fiancés eyes held when he used his power. 

Morpheus was busy, but he’d still managed to find time to visit you whilst he chased down his Nightmare. The Raven form was clearly so as to not alert the rogue creation of his presence. 

Of course, you’d been utterly ecstatic. He was beautiful. Those glossy feathers caught the afternoon sun, iridescent shimmers dancing across the surface as he stretched his wings, almost in greeting to you. 

He seemed ecstatic when you approached him, tub of blueberries in hand and held one out curiously, only to watch as he devoured the berry and then cocked his head at you for more. 

And so began a daily ritual. The raven came both morning and afternoon, hopping onto the windowsill and gently tapping his beak to the glass to let you know it was time for blueberries… and careful strokes to his wings. 

You told him what you’d been up to that day, and your fiancé listened patiently next to you, soaking up the sun and your warmth, pleased to be near you even when his jobs and your lives tried to tug you apart. 

“So, I hope you know that if I get attacked by angry blueberry lady tomorrow, I’m holding you fully accountable and you can come apologise.” You chuckled, lifting a hand to run your knuckle down his back, between his wings. 

He cawed gently, wings spreading a little with the feeling and he fluffed up in delight at the attention. 

Big softy. Just like he was when he was a cat. 

You watched him affectionately, stroking his silky feathers still and you placed a few more blueberries in front of him, “I like spending this time with you… like this. You do so much for so many people, you deserve to be treated with care and love. To be pampered, you know?” I let him eat his berries, bringing your legs up beneath you in the garden bench, the setting sun casting a warm, golden glow over you both, “When you’re in your normal form, I am going to wrestle you into a bubble bath and you’re going to let me wash your hair. I want to treat you.” 

Suddenly, you heard the crunch of footsteps on the grass, breaking the peaceful ambience of your garden, “So, you truly have replaced me. I had heard the rumours, but I doubted their truth until now. I have to say, I think I might be jealous.” 

The silken, liquid night voice of your fiancé swept through the air, caressing your skin like a warm caress, even it did slightly startle you… because the voice wasn’t coming from the bird. 

It was coming from behind you. 

You spun round on the bench, confusion written clear on your face as you took in the tall, sleek figure of Morpheus. Who was standing with his hands in his pockets, hair ruffled by the breeze and a smirk playing about his lips. “Mor??” 

You blinked, “But…” then turned your gaze to the bird next to you, who was pointedly ignoring you in favour of berries. “But I thought…” 

Morpheus sighed playfully, coming to stand right behind the bench, his hand coming out to gently tug a lock of your hair, “No no, you don’t need to explain, my love. I understand you have chosen a bird over me. My own preferred species of companion too. This heartbreak…” He shook his head mournfully, “I may never get over it, but I wish you all the happiness.” He touched his other hand to his heart, lips pulling into a pout. 

You were so confused. 

The raven finally looked up, fixing you with a… a somewhat innocent gaze as he ruffled his wings, head tilting this way snd that to try and see if you had anymore berries. “So, you’re not this raven?” 

Morpheus chuckled softly and shook his head, “No, though I can give myself feathers if that’s something you’d prefer? Perhaps I could caw at you instead of talking?” 

“Hey!!! You told me could turn into a raven!! I thought you’d been visiting me all week, I bought so many blueberries!” You felt your cheeks flush softly, wondering just what was going on. Did he have another raven companion? Like Matthew?

“Oh yes, I know all about the angry berry lady. And you know, it’s rather endearing how willingly you spill your secrets to a feathered creature.” He was fighting a grin, his encapsulating eyes glimmering and then it hit you. 

He’d been teasing you from the get go. He had made it up, and you’d spent the whole week befriending a raven who obviously thought he’d got the jackpot. 

You blinked once more, then burst into soft laughter, mostly at your own expense, “Oh my God, I can’t believe I’ve been thinking this raven was you. All this time, I’ve been talking to it as if it were, and he probably thinks I’m crazy now.” You shook your head, still tasting laughter on your tongue and you raised an eyebrow at the raven, “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

The raven, who really was just a raven, merely made a little clicky sound and proceeded to tuck his head under his wing to preen his feathers. 

Morpheus was still laughing, and he slid his hand through yours, pulling you round the bench to reach his side, “My work with the Nightmare is finished. I came to ask if you wanted to go back to the Dreaming, but when I saw you I just knew I had to watch my handiwork.” He was grinning now, a truly rare grin that made little dimples show on his cheeks, and made this phenomenally powerful lord seem… boyish. Young. How long had it been since he’d played and teased and tricked for the sheer joy of it? 

You rolled your eyes affectionately, gently hitting his shoulder before melting into his embrace, “You are insufferable. I shall be getting you back for this, you know.” Your hands made a slow path up his chest, pausing to feel his heartbeat before looping around his neck. As always, you toyed with the edges of his hair, the locks as dark and as silky as the feathers of your new friend. 

Morpheus ducked his head down, touching his nose to yours sweetly, before pressing warm lips between your brows, “Oh, I don’t doubt it, my queen. I shall be waiting with bated breath to see how you get me back.” You felt a smile spread across his lips, goosebumps rising with the action, “Let’s go home. Your new feathered friend can come with us, if he likes.” 

You hummed softly, eyes closed to savour the strength of his long arms wrapped around your back, his lips murmuring intimately on your skin, and that feeling of endless imagination whenever you were nearby, “Perhaps Matthew would like a friend.” 

The air around you shimmed and rippled as Morpheus took a hand from your back, lifting it to his lips where he now held the golden, shimmering grains of sand. He turned them away from your face, blowing onto the particles until they swirled through the air, opening a gateway to his beautiful realm. 

He motioned for you to go first, ever the gentleman, but not before leaning into your ear one final time, 

“So, about me growing feathers. Is that something that you’d like? I could fly us to the Dreaming, if you’d rather.” 

“I will turn you into pillow stuffing.”  

[overthinkingtaleblr]

Oh damn the stabby man. This has been stored in my head since 2018 and now that we're making canon liquid I'm throwing this into the world: the idea that Jimmy is young

Like during the times we see him, some of the stuff he says/does seems... almost kiddish. Like him saying that "you guys are the colors of skittles" or that he gets frustrated with long chases (as seen in one of the multiplayer slender videos. Watch his facecam)

So you know after CBF ups and leaves Gregory and he gets chased off to the woods? Yeah, what if he died in those woods? It could've been starvation, dehydration, eating poison, whatever - point is: he's dead, and at this point his age is frozen.

It takes years to find someone that can see him (Ghost), and he latches onto him, but because he's been dead for so long, it just... Continues where it left off. So Ghost could be 15 and Jimmy is 7 for example.

It's accepted that Ghost had a shit childhood, so it's possible that it rubbed off on Jimmy to the point of mania. I always thought Ghost was late 20s - early 30s, so at that point Jimmy is like 20-24.

I have so much headcannon for the Trauma magnet and his pet bastard

So in this idea, Jimmy acts childish because he is a child, he lacks empathy because he was too young to really learn it, and he’s probably a murderer because… well, whatever drives a seven-year-old in an older person’s body to stab people. Idk why he switched his name from Gregory to Jimmy (probably same reason Ghost changes his name when he’s Gregory), but it does make sense that he might just be a child who doesn’t see that what he’s doing is real, so Jimmy Casket might be a name he used while playing make-believe.

Maybe CBF and Jimmy are siblings or something here, it would be a horrible cycle where one sibling scares the other to their death, and then when they try to reconnect they only find this really messed-up, practically evil spirit left behind. If Jimmy is possessing or latched onto Ghost, it makes sense that CBF might see Ghost as Jimmy, even if they never met before. I could see Jimmy’s memories melding with Ghost’s a lot, making both of them struggle to discern what is real and who experienced what— like Ghost saying he and Toast went somewhere together with Toast’s dad when they were five, even though by my calculations, Toast’s dad was dead by that point.

I know you said that Jimmy would continue aging after being taken in by Ghost, but the idea of him never really maturing or aging because. Y’know, the whole being dead thing, does make stories of trying to deal with Jimmy go from ‘trying to banish this wicked demon who feeds on murder’ to ‘trying to reason with this poor kid who doesn’t understand all the harm he’s doing, and if he does he doesn’t realize why it’s bad yet’. I imaging living in a place where people come back from the dead can really mess with someone’s object permanence about lives.

Also— Trauma magnet and pet bastard is a really funny and accurate way to describe the two anon, i love it.

[funkittoys]

Do you have a favorite color to work with?

Is lint/pet hair as much of a nuisance for dildo makers as it is for dildo owners?

I like working with all the colors, but my favorite colors are unfortunately not possible to find as safe pigments, haha. Farewell, manganese blue!

Lint and pet hair are bigger problems! you know how cured silicone is staticky? it's like that as a liquid too, it even shoots off the molds in little streams along magnetic fields sometimes. I use a five and fifty micron filter on my vaccuum chamber in series, and have to be very careful about what enters my workspace. I used to have a cleanroom cabinet, and hope to build one again now that i have a more permanent space.