#Space-Saving Design

[vijayakumar1004]

How to Automate Ultra Cleaning Your Home and Office with Narwal Robot Vacuum and Mop Comb

Imagine a smarter way to keep your home and office clean effortlessly. Experience a cutting-edge robotic machine, offering time-saving precision and accessibility. This technology integrates effortlessly into your life, ensuring pristine environments. Its versatile cleaning and design make it essential for a clutter-free. Absence of manual intervention showcases its advanced navigation and…

[intechbulks]

Unlocking The Advantages of Flexible Screw Conveyors

In the realm of material handling, efficiency reigns supreme. From food processing to pharmaceuticals, industries rely on seamless material conveyance to maintain uninterrupted operations. In this pursuit, Flexible Screw Conveyors, also known as flexible augers, emerge as indispensable assets, offering a plethora of benefits that elevate material handling processes across various sectors.

Introducing Flexible Screw Conveyors: A Game-Changer in Material Transport

At the forefront of innovative material handling solutions stands Intech Bulk Handling Systems Pvt. Ltd. This pioneering company, renowned for its excellence in Chain Conveyors, Screw Conveyors, and Belt Conveyor manufacturers in India, has been instrumental in popularizing Flexible Screw Conveyors. These conveyors have revolutionized the approach to material transport in industries worldwide.

Versatility Redefined: Handling Diverse Materials with Ease

The hallmark of flexible screw conveyors lies in their unparalleled versatility. These conveyors exhibit exceptional prowess in handling a diverse array of materials, ranging from fine powders to irregularly shaped granules and small pellets. Whether dealing with free-flowing substances or those prone to minimal clumping, flexible screw conveyors excel in efficiently transferring materials of varied compositions, making them indispensable across industries.

Compact Design: Maximizing Utilization of Space

Space scarcity poses a common challenge in industrial environments. Addressing this concern, Intech's flexible screw conveyors feature a compact design. Their minimal footprint enables seamless integration into congested layouts and tight spaces, optimizing floor space utilization without compromising performance. This space-saving attribute proves particularly advantageous for facilities where every square inch counts.

Flexibility Unleashed: Adapting to Varied Layouts with Ease

True to their name, flexible screw conveyors boast remarkable adaptability. They effortlessly navigate through horizontal, vertical, and angled conveying routes, maneuvering around obstacles and seamlessly fitting into existing layouts. This inherent flexibility empowers operators to design custom material transfer paths tailored to their specific operational requirements, thereby enhancing overall efficiency and workflow optimization.

Clean and Dust-Tight Operation: Safeguarding Product Integrity

Maintaining a clean and dust-free work environment is imperative, especially in industries with stringent hygiene standards. Flexible screw conveyors excel in this regard, thanks to their enclosed tube design that minimizes dust generation and spillage during operation. This dust-tight operation not only enhances workplace cleanliness but also preserves product integrity by preventing contamination, ensuring materials reach their destination in pristine condition.

Low Maintenance and Easy Cleaning: Streamlining Operational Processes

In today's fast-paced industrial landscape, minimizing downtime is paramount for maximizing productivity. Flexible screw conveyors contribute to operational efficiency with their low-maintenance design, featuring minimal moving parts that require less frequent upkeep compared to traditional conveyor systems. Additionally, their simple construction facilitates easy disassembly and cleaning, enabling swift maintenance tasks and seamless transitions between material types or production runs.

Support for Batch and Intermittent Production: Enhancing Operational Flexibility

Industries characterized by batch or intermittent production processes derive significant benefits from the versatility of flexible screw conveyors. These conveyors adeptly handle small batches and accommodate fluctuating production demands with ease. Whether transferring raw materials to processing units or facilitating the movement of finished products for packaging, flexible screw conveyors provide the flexibility needed to adapt to dynamic production schedules, thereby optimizing operational efficiency.

Conclusion: Driving Efficiency and Productivity with Flexible Screw Conveyors

In the dynamic landscape of material handling, Flexible Screw Conveyors emerge as indispensable assets, offering a myriad of benefits that propel efficiency and productivity across diverse industries. Supported by the expertise of Intech Bulk Handling Systems Pvt. Ltd., a renowned leader in Screw Conveyor Manufacturers, these conveyors epitomize innovation in material transport solutions. From their unmatched versatility to their compact design and dust-tight operation, Flexible Screw Conveyors embody efficiency, reliability, and performance, empowering industries to overcome logistical challenges and thrive in today's competitive landscape.

[futureelectronic1527]

Hirose Electric GT50 Series Connectors

https://www.futureelectronics.com/m/hirose-electric . Hirose Electric GT50 Series 1mm Pitch Wire-to-Board Connectors offer a space-saving design. Uniquely designed to be both small in size and high in reliability and have a robust design for couple routing that resists disconnecting. https://youtu.be/0ZSONFQlXHQ

[hsmagazine254]

Sleek and Powerful: The Dell OptiPlex 5400 All-in-One Desktop

A Versatile Workstation for Productivity and Performance The Dell OptiPlex 5400 All-in-One (AIO) Desktop is a sleek and powerful computing solution designed for professionals seeking a seamless and efficient workflow. Combining an elegant design with top-notch performance, this all-in-one desktop offers a range of features that make it an ideal choice for modern workplaces. In this review, we…

[popsicle-stick]

will you meet me halfway?

anyway i finished wolf 359 earlier this month and ive been insane ever since so i had to get this out my system. i Care for them so so Deeply

[spurionage]

Artfight attack on @gearbroth! I’m pretty proud of this one, woo!

+ flipped version!

[withered-tears]

One day, N starts having some lag problems, walking into things, and having a bit of a slurred speech.

Uzi connects him to her pc to try and diagnose what's wrong with him.

Uzi, staring at N, trying to glare but having a MASSIVE blush on her face: N. Why the HECK are 500 terabytes of your internal memory filled with nothing but clips and screencaptures of me smiling?

N, plugged into the computer, full on robot equivalent of being high AF in the dentist office: cuz you are so preettyyyyyYYYYyyyyy

[nordsea-horizons]

codes im looking at👀 for my new grandmacore island(and just spring codes i guess🌸)🍃✨✨

[swadloom]

Do you guys ever think about how beautiful the Aurum chapters are? Especially in how they use the lowish-poly artstyle to great effect, plus the colors... holay molay

[chitinleg]

[knownoshamc]

Seriously the "high bookshelves" at the penthouse being added to Armand's crime list/he controls Louis, is hilarious to me cause there are so many places with high bookshelves. They can just be Armand's books. Louis can get a ladder. We've seen him having books by his bedside.

[brahmenbones]

"I am the savior.."

[theanonymousninja247]

Astronomy Lines Pt. 2

Made some wallpapers featuring the disaster twins because Venus is one disaster of a planet 😆

[munchkinworks]

[welcometogrouchland]

if you're asking for drawing requests, maybe Willow in her timeskip look or Luz with the Collector??

[ID: a digital illustration of Luz (in her titan form from watching and dreaming) and The Collector. Luz stands on a small hill of red grass, waving at The Collector, who's off-screen but depicted to the audience as a closeup inside a star shaped panel. Luz is waving at the off-screen Collector with a smile, while The Collector smiles tearfully at her. Small uncoloured doodles of Eda and King are depicted waving at the collector in the background. End ID]

This was meant to be a doodle anon but unfortunately I went off the shits. Anyway, collector sees Luz post-resurrection and cries big gross happy tears bc he's so happy she's alive

[greyspirehollow]

Chains

Pairing : Quaestor Valdemar x Liam (mc oc) ; platonic Fandom : The Arcana visual novel Warnings : angst ; hurt/comfort (still not good at warning tags grgrg)

Summary : Reverse ending ; Thinking they have betrayed him by aiding Liam becoming the new Patron Arcana of Death, the Devil punishes Valdemar (nothing related to assault, don't worry). But this cruel treatment will not go unnoticed...

The room was dark. The only source of light was the faint red glow of the chains that bound the Quaestor kneeling to the floor. The air was filled with the scent of burnt papers and parchments. They could still feel the trace of the quiet tears they'd shed when the Devil left, despite keeping their face as expressionless as possible. They were pretty sure they had bruises, and the tip of their right horn threatened to fall off at any moment because of how they'd struggled against their binds. They knew their labcoat was scratched, and that their bandages were loose. They could feel strands of hair tickle the skin of their cheeks. This... was simply cruel. Unjustified. After their centuries, their millenias of loyal services, how could the Devil possibly treat them like this?? They hadn't crossed any lines, not in the terms of their deal at least... So why? Their gaze remained on the floor as they let their thoughts consume them. What else could they possibly be doing? Struggle against the chains some more? To what end? They wouldn't yield.

But their train of thoughts was interrupted by the distant muffle of voices...

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In the corridors, some of Death's troupes looked around the rooms, opening every door they could, seemingly searching for something. Or someone. The skeletons were quick and efficient as Death advanced slowly, surveilling the operation. His cape flowed softly with each step he took. The skeletal soldier's search was fruitless so far, but it was also interrupted by a red figure down the hall. "...Vulgora." Death muttered, similarly to a greeting. Probably posted there to guard the halls, the Pontifex yielded a double bit great axe. But their expression lacked the usual bloodthirst and thrill of battle. As if... They didn't want to fight. Death was skeptical ; they'd always loved fighting. But he didn't have time to reflect upon that much : they charged at his soldiers, determined, and made the bones cackle and fall to the ground each time they'd seem them rebuild themselves. Death marched towards them, and drew their sword. He did well, because the Pontifex charged at him next. He blocked their attack, momentarily face to face with them. "They're on the second floor" if it could've conveyed confusion, Death's skeletal face would've upon hearing Vulgora's words. "The last door to the left." They sounded... worried. Death nodded and pushed them off, letting them pretend to fight off part of his troupes and taking only three soldiers with him as they rushed upstairs. He heard the Pontifex pretend to chase after them, and give up once he was halfway up the stairs. He climbed the marches one after the other.

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The sounds and muffled voices grew closer. Valdemar couldn't make out the words being said -what was the point, anyway?- but could only distinguish the clinking of metal on the floor. The steps grew closer.

"General ! They're in here !"

what...?

The door was pound against, exactly five times, before it fell off its hinges, hitting the floor with a loud thud and blowing an air current that made them squint their eyes, in addition to the sudden pool of light red light pouring from outside the dark room. They caught the glimpse of four silhouettes, three human sized ones and another, more imposing, standing in the center. The three smaller frames returned into the corridor, and seemed to go keep an eye on the surrounding area, the light they basked in revealing skeletons in armor. The Quaestor's gaze then landed on the fourth shadow : it slowly started approaching. On the floor, it noticed the carcasses of journals, books, files and parchments. And a copious amount of them, too... Two little green lights served as eyes to them, and Vlademar recognized those. Their teeth greeted together, but they couldn't find anything to tell him. Liam. The reason they were in this mess in the first place... That foolish necromancer, taking the place of the thirteenth major Arcana... They briefly looked back at the ground, but their head instantly snapped back up as they saw him crouch down beside a burnt book, about to touch the crispy pitch black pages. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF THAT!!" They shouted, instinctively getting up on their feet, only to be dragged back down by the red chains, drawing a pained grunt out of them. Their shoulders hunched slightly. Liam's hand immobilized in the air and he looked at them. They briefly wished they could still read his expression in this moment... "...Your research." he simply commented. They knew he was right. He got up, and slowly walked towards them. Their gaze was suddenly drawn to his sword, as it morphed into a scythe in his hand. They looked up right at those greenish lights he had for eyes now, their gaze unwavering. Death towered over them... They looked at him grip the weapon with both hands and raise it above his skull. He was going to do it, wasn't he? They weren't even mad. They found themselves... Strangely determined. Fine. After all, maybe it was the greatest service he could make them in th-

SHCLANK.

THUD.

....

....

..

The chains...

He'd aimed for the chains. Eyes wide, they looked at one of the metallic binds that was snapped in two by the scythe, and had fallen to the ground. Liam then snapped the other one.

SHCLANK.

THUD.

They felt the remaining ones around their body loosen, setting their upper body free. They looked at their shaky hands, and then back up at Liam.. Confused. He'd crouched down to their level. Despite the lack of... basically anything that could convey emotions on his face, they felt no ill will or threatening aura coming from him. As if... He wanted... to help...

"Do you think you can walk?"

The lich's raspy and otherworldly voice asked. "How can I possibly trust you?" was their immediate response, which they briefly regretted. Liam didn't seem fazed however. Even... Understanding. He removed the glove of his right hand, exposing his bones to the dark room's air, and reached for one of the burnt books that laid at their feet. They were about to protest again, gripping his wrist to yank it away from the fragile paper, but as soon as one of his bony digits made contact with it, it's as if the book was reborn. The pages found their normal consistency, and their handwriting appeared through the book again. Their jaw hung slack in a mix of confusion and bewilderment. "I thought... Y-you said it didn't work with..." they looked back at his orbits, inhabited by those two green lights, their gaze unable to hide their emotion. "This is... One of Death's tricks. A very brief reversal of time. It only works on objects..." He replied, as he got up and removed his other glove, going around and picking one by one the journals, the files and parchments, each seemingly coming back to life as he touched them. Valdemar was stuck in shock, still on their knees on the floor, the overwhelming amount of emotions swarming them without a single warning. He... He had to have ulterior motives. It couldn't be out of... kindness. Their brows furrowed "What do you want?? wh-why are you doing this?!" as they got back up on their feet, their hands slightly shaky. Liam looked back at them "...Do I need a reason to help a friend?"

...

Friend...? "You mean... Fiend." "I mean... Friend." Shock appeared on their features once more. Death took a slight breath and spoke up again : "But if it is easier for you, consider this a thank you for helping me get where I am now. A... Payback, if you will." he paused, turning around to face them "But the truth is, I only wish to help." The Quaestor stood there, dumbfounded, their brows knitted together due to... Whatever emotion they were currently feeling. They observed as Liam went around the room, picking up each and every single document that the Devil had previously burnt right before their eyes. They watched as he carefully arranged it all in a pile, then a mount as more and more documents were added. They took a few steps forward, their shaky hand reaching for one of the journals, flipping through the pages, then reaching for another one, and another, and another... Tears welled up in their eyes as they held at least a dozen against their chest, crumbling back to their knees and hunching protectively over them, as if they'd vanish if they let go. Their researches... Their life's work, their reason to live... Nearly wiped out like a speck of dust. They couldn't help the tears. Yes, they could muffle their sobs, and yes, they could hide their face against the pile of journals, but they couldn't stop the subtle shaking of their shoulders... Nor the bony hand that gently settled on their back and started caressing it soothingly, Liam crouching beside them.

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After a while of such deep and sudden emotions, Death stood back up, ordering his three soldiers to fetch the others, so all of them could carry the mount of documents out of this place. Valdemar took with them as much as they could, their legs slightly wobbly from the whole ordeal, as they, Death, and the soldiers hurried downstairs. They left the damned halls of the Devil's palace, and at the entrance, the Quaestor's eyes widened as they laid upon a familiar centaur-like figure. The horse skull turned to look at them "well, would you look at that! Quaestor Valdemar, in the flesh. It's been a while" Death. Their throat tightened and they looked at the ground in shame. This... All of this was starting to become a little too much. "Cut them some slack" Liam spoke softly, patting Death's flank. "I'm going to need you to carry them home. The Devil's not been kind with them..." Death nodded, although slightly bitter, lowering themselves so Valdemar could mount them, while the lich walked on foot. The Quaestor desperately clung to the journals in their arms, and as the gentle rocking motion of Death's pace nudged them, they felt exhaustion start to close onto them, despite their best attempt to keep their eyes open and surveil the soldiers which carried the rest of their researches.

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They woke up in what looked like a cottage, resting on a couch, with a thick blanket over them and a plush pillow under their head. They blinked awake, looking around, noticing Liam sitting at a table. The lich was studying what looked like maps ; there was a warm fire going in the fireplace. Their eyes lingered on the flames for a while before returning to Liam. They observed his skeletal hands carefully holding the paper, before their red eyes looked out the window, into the snowy forest around. The sight felt much less dreadful than they remember. The soft creaking of Liam's chair drew their attention. "Ah, you're awake. How do you feel?" It was... paradoxal to have Death sound so soothing... Or maybe it wasn't. "...Better." Warm. "That is great to hear." he put the map down on the wooden table, getting up to reach for a set of keys and picked two from it. He then walked over to Valdemar and gently placed the keys in their hand. "It's to access a small shed I have built nearby. I've made it so your research could be stored there, in Death's realm." yet another emotional blow for Valdemar. But of gratitude, this time. They closed their eyes and let out a soft sigh to keep their composure. "...Thank you." Liam nodded. "It's my pleasure." He was about to return to his table when Valdemar gripped his sleeve. He turned around. They'd stood up ; they seemed to be contemplating something. Their eyes briefly scanned Liam up and down, before they gulped and extended their arms, before wrapping them around him, in a clumsy hug. A warm feeling spread in the lich's chest as he embraced their smaller frame back.

Valdemar could've never guessed Death's embrace could ever be this soft and welcoming.