#Steel Backing Flange

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1930 Ford Highboy Coupe

There’s always lots of detail work with any build and this ’30 Ford highboy coupe is no exception. Look closely and you will find Craftworks Fabrication handmade steel motor mounts. The license plate and valve covers were painted by Jeremy Seanor of Luckystrike Designs. He also painted all the accompanying engine and tranny parts. The powdercoat was handled by Pittsburgh Powder Coat while the chrome plating was conducted by Jon Wright’s Custom Chrome Plating.

The chassis is comprised of a Roadster Shop custom frame that was stepped, stretched, and features contoured ’32 Ford-style framerails. It was also then boxed, capped, and has hole punch flared front framehorns. From here the frame is outfitted with a Super Bell 4-inch drop, drilled and plated I-beam axle, low-profile monoleaf spring with Ridetech tubular shocks paired to custom-made drilled billet radius rods from Johnson’s Hot Rod Shop. Steering falls to the Flaming River box and a LimeWorks Hot Rod column topped with a four-spoke Billet Specialties Sprint Car–style leather-wrapped wheel. In back there’s a Currie 9-inch rearend outfitted with 3.70 gears, 31-spline axles, QA1 coilovers, a Pete & Jakes Panhard bar, and a parallel four-link setup. Braking is a combination of disc/drum front to rear. The forward braking dark gray–painted Wilwood Dynalite calipers are neatly hidden behind the Pete & Jakes finned backing plates. While in back the 9-inch is outfitted with 11-inch brakes, this time hidden beneath the SO-CAL Speed Shop finned drums all the while the chassis rides on a full set of 16-inch Dayton wire wheels wrapped with Coker/Excelsior rubber measuring 5.50R16 in front and 7.00R18 in the back.

All hot rods have something fun settled between the ’rails and beneath the hood (well if they have a hood). In the case of our ’30 Ford highboy coupe it sure appears to be a vintage Ford Y-block but after more than a cursory look we begin to see the telltale signs that there’s something more. Indeed, while it may look like a Ford it truly is a 376-inch LSX iron block, with aluminum heads and ARP studs, plus adapter-equipped small-block Ford (Windsor) valve covers all from Don Hardy Race Cars and then assembled by Talik and Marc Mullin. The intake is an Edelbrock LS dual quad with a pair of Thunder AVS EnduraShine carbs dressed in OTB air cleaners. Delivering the gas from the Tanks stainless reservoir is an Earl’s Performance billet fuel pump. More engine accessories include an MSD 6AL box to go along with the MSD billet Ford small-block distributor that functions through a timing cover adapter from Chevrolet Performance all the while using an MSD coil and Lokar vintage plug wires. Powermaster also supplied the alternator and starter, the battery is an XS Power AGM, and a Wegner Motorsports water pump is used as well as a Wegner front accessory drive unit. This 500-plus hp V-8 utilizes custom headers made at Craftworks Fabrication based on Ultimate Headers LS header flanges. The pseudo-Ford small-block is backed up to a TCI StreetFighter 700-R4 with a 2,800-stall speed converter operated by a Lokar shifter. The trans cooler comes by way of Derale Performance and moves the power through a 3-inch-diameter custom-made driveshaft.

[denial-permanente]

I love your blog. It is SO refreshing to find a chastity blog that expounds on the REAL aspect of chastity, and I find the dynamic between you two to be simply amazing. Thank you both for sharing your journey. I have a question for Tom. I have the same cage, the A276, and love it. It nicely accommodated my PA. I seem to recall a post a little while back where you addressed comfort, and you mentioned polishing. I was curious if you have any recommendations for polishing compounds or other methods that you’ve used successfully? I was even thinking of something like a jewelers tumbler, but if you have another recommendation, I’d be grateful. Thank you both for a great blog!

(OP clarified that he meant the A272)

🔒Tom here. I simply buffed the inside of my cage with extra fine Scotchbrite, noting if there were sharp edges that might pull the fibers (there were not), and did the same on the outside. I remember using some regular jewelers rouge (the kind meant for stainless steel) on a buffing wheel around the outside, and up near the locking flange. I probably did the same with the cuff ring, and washed everything thoroughly in hot soapy water with a cloth. Buffing compound is not water soluble so you have to use detergent to make sure it's cleaned.

I have thought about using a small tumbler with corn cob or walnut shells, but that would be more for shine and surface finish. I don't think it would have much affect on the inside surfaces. If you try that, let me know how it worked out.

[bonkleton]

Fused Frenemies C.C.A.B.B

Phoebe's got some extra phlexible phalanges!  ---- Continued from Fused Frenemies C.C.A.B... Holly looked herself up and down in the bedroom mirror, impressed with how Phoebe adorned her body. Sophie stood beside her, wearing her red and white suit to make up for the green and black one Phoebe had apparently absorbed while the two had been fused together. Sophie was less impressed than Holly, but certainly still bemused. "I like how this pattern flows on my body!" Holly remarked, noting how the flanges of blue and black on her flanks highlighted her hips, and the yellow "pants" allowed the shape of her hindquarters to speak for itself. "Mmm, thanks! I'm pretty proud of the design, always have been." Phoebe replied with an honest smile. Sophie furrowed her brow, surprised. "Wait, Phoebe, you designed your suit?" Phoebe nodded, and since her face was covering Holly's chest, this caused Holly's boobs to bounce up and down, much to her surprise. "It's a Phoebe Lexton original! I've always been interested in graphic design, even in my youth. Back in the days of stainless steel and pastel enamel paint, even!" "You mean the 10s?" Sophie asked. "The 50s," Phoebe replied. Sophie was silent a moment. "Ah right, I forgot the world wasn't literally in black and white back then..." Phoebe laughed as Holly continued to make minute adjustments to how Phoebe sat on her body. "You think this looks good, Sophie?" Holly asked. Sophie rolled her eyes. "It looks great from the back, Holly," she replied with honestly but also with disinterest. "From the front it looks really weird, obviously." "I think I look at least as good as Sophie did when I wore her, eh?" Phoebe asked. Sophie clenched as she felt her body tense into another involuntary transformation. With a single motion and a rubbery scrunching sound, head and tail collapsed into her torso and her entire body hollowed out, finishing with a hole opening in the top of her head, allowing her to deflate into the bodysuit she had transformed into, collapsing onto the floor in a heap. She sighed in resignation, deciding to accept her current shape for now. "Oh, oops," Holly said, her chipper mood now reduced. "I thought you would have vulcanized by now." Sophie made a soft rustling sound as she shook her "head". "Nah, me morphing is how Phoebe got suit-ified in the first place." "Speaking of," Phoebe cut in. "I think I'm ready to get off this ride, though it's been fun!" "Oh! Sure!" Holly started, reaching for Phoebe's neckline. "Let me just--" There was a swish like the sound of a rake running through a giant pool of pudding, and Phoebe fluidly expanded herself enough to fall off Holly's body naturally, leaving her nude and surrounded by a sea of blue and yellow. "I got it girl, but thanks!" Holly nodded, and stepped off Phoebe as her former suit slipped under her feet and collected herself back together. Phoebe's body slinked back into her usual figure, to the point that her head even popped out of her chest as her insides filled back in with her malleable body mass. It was a bit of her healing ability, a bit of the fluid biology Karen's experiments had granted her, working together to bring her back to normal. ...Or at least, close to it. Feeling some part of herself dangling off her flanks, Phoebe looked down and saw an entire second set of arms! Apparently her previous adaptation to Holly's body had stuck? She held her new hands out in front of herself, admiring them with intense curiosity.  "Oh my, these are nice..." ---- NEXT - AU Shenanigans: Phour Arms (TO BE WRITTEN LATER) ---- Thanks to NoahWave for doing this comm for me! You should check him out, because he does awesome stuff! : D Hope you enjoy! ~ Bonkie

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11/13/24.

You all know that either Micah or I will post something directly or tangentially about David Kilgour (Dunedin, New Zealand) pretty regularly. It would be interesting to count how many times he's been mentioned over the past 10 years (10th anniversary is coming up in December).

I bought the "Left by Soft" LP (Arch Hill Recordings) off of Discogs the other day and it's been fun listening to this Merge release again. Kilgour can always hit the sweet spot. I also read the AllMusic release and loved it. It's one of Ned Raggett's reviews (you can follow him on Bandcamp). I thought I would just include his review:

David Kilgour's way with music over the years is the kind of gift of talent that maintains its own pace; without being demonstrative about it, he just seems to release one excellent album after another in group, collaborative, and solo contexts, where one listen is all it takes to remind someone of just how good he is. Such is the case with his latest album backed by the Heavy Eights, Left by Soft, where the opening instrumental title track has not one, but two brilliant solos that seem to float above the energetic, crisp chug of the main arrangement like birds skimming over a lake. It's a hell of a start, and from there Left by Soft maintains an easy grace song for song, Kilgour is still in good voice and creates lyrics that are often gently unusual in their understated metaphoric impact. Little surprise, then, that he grapples with the subject of lyrics directly on the understated, country-flecked "Pop Song" and does so with his typical skill, promising someone that "I'll write you a pop song one day," then following it up with the question "Did you swallow a bucket of words?" When he combines that kind of gift with his playing the results can be lovely; thus the idea of "A Break in the Weather" may seem like a well-worn comparison point, but when, again, his solo comes to the fore toward the end of the song, it really does feel that the sun has come out through the clouds. The soft flanging and chimes on "Steel Arrow" and "Diamond Mine" show that the New Zealand reputation of melodic rock remains strong, while the concluding instrumental "Purple Balloon" balances a quiet but energetic band performance with a simply lovely Kilgour lead that is a spotlight moment if there ever was one. The group's overall gift for handling their arrangements in contrast shows up throughout: thus, "Way Down Here" starts with what sounds like a gentler tune, only to turn more tightly wound and almost manic toward the end, Kilgour's singing gaining a suddenly sharper edge as the band rips into a surging crunch at once triumphant and, as with the song lyric, sliding on a descent. "Autumn Sun" plays up that melancholic/glam-derived musical sense even more; if anything, it almost sounds like a song by the Church, not a bad place to be at all. But given the the Heavy Eights' strengths throughout, it makes more sense to say that Kilgour's definitely found his own personal Crazy Horse.

Also, RIP Tane Tokona (drummer in The Heavy Eights)...not sure if Micah or I mentioned that back in 2020.

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[artbyrobot]

With my existing snatch block and block and tackle style pulley systems tested and working decently at 16:1 downgearing ratio which feels pretty complex and capped out by space constraints, I am now turning my attention back to some prior concepts for rotating in place pulleys I had planned years back and not revisited till now.

The basic idea is you have a big pulley and a small pulley attached to eachother one on top of the other and so when the big one winds, the small one moves too and going from a small to a big to a small again (just like gears) gives you mechanical advantage. This is like gearless gears in a way works exact same way as gears except can't go continuously in one direction since its limited by amount of windings you can fit on it.

Having a setup like this mounted direct to the motor is a no brainer I think. It will give me a 2:1 or 3:1 downgear straight off the batt and should be fairly easy to make using a 1mm OD x 20mm length stainless steel dowel pin mounted to side of motor sewn into place tightly and then using a little copper tubing for a electrical connector as the rotating sleeve and onto this sleeve gluing down the flanges using the same plastic as what I used for the pulleys (clear sushi and produce containers plastic). That pre-downgearing at the location of the motor will bring our Archimedes pulley system from 16:1 down to 32:1 and possibly 48:1 roughly if we can get between 2:1 and 3:1 downgearing ratio on the motor.

I also am considering just doing ONLY these types of rotating in place pulleys instead of the Archimedes pulleys style of downgearing. It might be more space efficient perhaps. I don't know which will be more robust and which will be a maintenance nightmare. I just dont know which is easiest to work with. Also which is easier to make. I have to make both styles and compare. I think the turn in place style may be more space efficient by a long shot but not 100% sure on this.

When I do the turn in place style mounted flat onto the robot's bones, I plan to use a flat head thumb tack for this as the bone mounted base and then have the rotating pulleys turning in place over this. The flat head thumb tack can be sewn tightly onto the bone sleeve to secure it in place well. I'm not sure how well this approach will scale to higher forces of larger muscles though. Perhaps it will scale fine if I just make the pulleys bigger. So much to experiment with...

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[thesyndicateofeden]

My first ever true attempt at a story, a fanfic, more are to come.

Sources: Circeil is an OC, a lot of the world is taken from The Arcana game, with some background lore changes, the name Fort Dawnguard is obviously a Skyrim reference and the Lightbringers are closely tied to the Dawnguard Faction. Circeil’s Morning Star is inspired by Trevor Belmont’s weapon of the same name. Crowley in his entirety is a reference to Ranger’s Apprentice and functions like their special horses.

Notes: Circeil’s voice has a slight accent we would know as French, her name is pronounced, funnily enough, like “Sir-seal” her eyes are a light violet/pink, which is a normal, but recessive gene in this world.

Enjoy, give feedback, and even criticism!!

Rise of the Morning Star

Circeil stepped out of the inn as the morning sun beat down on her and the rest of the more or less backwater town she was staying in for the night. The knight was out of place amongst the peasantry as shining plate armor with a golden sun inlaid upon the chest gleamed almost as brightly as its muse high above. Circeil was here on business, the kind that required steel plate and her fascinating weapon upon her hip. A whip made of chain with what looked to be the head of a flanged mace on the end, a yellow gemstone on the tip ever so slightly glowing. To the uninitiated, the Morning Stars were a legend, myths used to strike fear into evil doers and monsters. What most didn’t know was that they were real, magically enchanted weapons of many types for the sole purpose of keeping peace and life. As a knight of the Lightbringers Circeil dealt with everything from petty bandits to organized crime to vampiric threats to the innocent people of her world, and today looked to be more of the former. A series of cattle raids and petty theft were plaguing this small village and after most of the militia had been killed, a plea for professional aid finally made its way up the chain and so it was time for Circeil to go to work. Mounting a lightly armored horse for travel, the woman set out into the rising sun towards the last known encounter with this group, her shoulder length brown locks flying behind her with the wind as the clinking of metal followed her.

After a few minutes of riding, the knight was caught off guard as it seemed her prey had decided to come to her. A crossbow bolt hissed from the tree tops and slammed across her breastplate with an ear piercing screech. Although it didn’t penetrate it’s force still bluntly delivered through the steel, causing a grunt of pain to fly from her lips as Circeil quickly dismounted, placing her helmet on. Gauntlets clinked as Circeil drew the Morning Star from its base and flicked the chain-whip out. Calling forth her voice rang, strong, powerful, and with a hint of professional playfulness.

“So nice of you to make yourselves easy to find!”

Before more bolts could reply the knight slapped the behind of the horse to spur it into motion and get away from the battle, she didn’t need it getting in the way. With strong arms the knight started to whirl the chain and mace as the weapon’s enchantments flared to life in the form of a yellow glow across its length that spilled warmth across the trail. Circeil sent two round, twirling strikes up above her into the trees, the branches flying off with sizzling sparks. On the second pass the chain caught the previously concealed body of her assailant and wrapped itself around his leather armored waist. Of course, leather wouldn’t be helping much against the magically scalding chain and the bandit yelped from the heat and the shock as Circeil tightened the slack before tearing the man out of the tree to slam against the dirt path with another grunt. Rushing forward the knight uncoiled the whip as she calmly placed a steel boot on the bandit’s back.

“I think you are going to tell me where the rest of your vile, unlawful friends are. Quickly and politely.”

She let the head of her whip dangle in front of his eyes, the heat of its sun-like glow bathing his face. The bandit quickly broke, deciding that gang loyalty wasn’t exactly worth a magical inferno beatdown.

“Woah woah woah! Woah! What kinda voodoo-

Circeil dug her heel in a bit to his spine and he sighed through a groan

“Quickly, yes. Over the knoll and a two minutes walk there’s a camp milady. Clearing, two men on watch.”

“Thank you, that wasn’t so hard, was it? I’ll have guards pick you up shortly, for the moment…”

The knight carefully brought down the end of the whip to knock him out before dusting herself off.

“Sleep tight.”

Circeil stepped down and began a calm jog to the described location. They didn’t know she was coming and as such she saw no reason to tire herself out needlessly.

It was a good day so far, last night the gang had gotten a sweet amount of loot from some poor merchantmen caravan loaded with gold from a prolific spice deal, and even the morning after the bandits were riding high on good spirits. The crossbowman on guard planned on taking his cut and spending it lavishly on the finest-

CRACK

Was the last thing he heard as the flanged mace on the end of Circeil’s whip slammed into the side of his head, in an instant snapping his neck and cutting off all thoughts forever. His body thumped to the grass as the gem on the Morning Star glowed with satisfied justice. Following through with the swing, Circeil moved with the weapons movement behind the second guard’s head. While the mace head swung back the knight coiled forward and around the yelping and startled man. In a matter of two and a half seconds the cooled steel chain was suffocating the bandit, leaving him unconscious in a few more of those seconds. The rest of the camp sprung to confused action as they saw the flashing of orange from the treeline, two men with dented iron swords and the other guard were all that stood in her way. One of the swordsman spotted her first, through the trees, and only her face. The lackluster view of what he truly dealt with led him to call back,

“It’s just some woman! Come o-”

He was silenced as Circeil’s arms pumped in and out, sending the whip to spin and slam into his stomach, causing blood from ruptured internals to spew after his words. Trees meant nothing to her magical inferno, wood and leaf being burned in half to part way for her attack. Spinning her own body and the whip for a second strike this one caught him in the side and the massive crack of his spine snapping in twain was all the confirmation the knight needed to focus on the next target. A bolt whizzed past her helmet and stuck into a nearby tree, terror causing the ranged bandit to miss at the brutal display of power. She stepped forward calmly into the clearing, the other swordsman refusing to come any further. Her left hand opened out in a sign of parley as the glowing macehead dragged along the floor behind her..

“Bar any further attacks and disrespect, you may come quietly to the law. From there, the judges will decide your fate.”

The bandit shook a little and verbally spat,

“Why should we trust you?

Circeil was quick to respond with a sigh,

“A Lightbringer never goes against their wo-”

Apparently having no intent to surrender and finding himself an opportunity, the crossbowman opened fire and this time his aim was truer as the bolt slammed into the side of her helmet. The metal cracked along a seam with enough force to send it spinning off and to the ground with a sharpened rent, taking a slice of flesh and hair with it. The slice from the spinning helmet’s edge was thin but the knight noted the gentle droplets of blood coursing down her cheek. Growling through the pain and ringing in her left ear Circeil crouched low and rushed forward after flinching, shouldering aside the swordsman and putting that steel-covered shoulder into the crossbowman in a tackle. A tooth went flying as he was knocked flat with a grunt as the plated woman knelt atop him, delivering quick jabs to his face. Even if her hands weren’t in steel armor, Circeil was incredibly strong. After one his nose broke into pieces, blood spurting out to cover her right hand and his chin, the second strike knocking him out cold and further pulverizing whatever whole cartilage remained. The remaining bandit’s feet told Circeil of his oncoming approach. Rolling off the unconscious ranger Circeil flicked her whip out like a striking snake, wrapping itself around his legs and tripping him flat as he screamed in agony from the searing steel. Circeil quickly yanked the chain back and out into the air, spinning with it to slam it vertically back down into the back of the man’s head. Sizzling followed the wet crunch of the Morning Star embedding itself into the back of his head, blood and brain matter splattering across the dirt before evaporating under its magical heat as he lay forever still.

“Well..So much for parley.”

She yanked the chain back into its coil on her belt, the inner flame having already purified it of any sign it was just involved in battle. Circeil shook her head as she regarded her crimson gauntlets and the damage to her armor from the bolts, gently touching her sliced cheek with a wry smile.

“Portia’s going to kill me.”

The knight chuckled as she whistled to her horse to come once more to her side.

“Guess I’m making dinner tonight after I report mission success, eh Crowley?”

The horse’s neigh almost sounded like a snicker and she saw sarcasm in his big brown eyes as he walked up to her and waited to be mounted

“What?! I can cook! Just..not as well! I’ll make it up to her somehow, you old cynic.”

With that promise made to herself, Circeil set off in a trot to the village to report success and the location of the unconscious prisoners, before beginning her long trek home to her lover and the Lightbringer order within the capital city of Vesuvia.

* * *

The horse and rider crested the final hill before the city in a trot just as the evening sun was dipping its brow below the horizon, casting the grand city of Vesuvia in an orange and dark yellow glow gleaming along its many spires and towers. Sitting upon a mountainous ridge with the Shattered Sword range extending northwest to south east in a diagonal, mountainous slash across the earth, the Imperial City stood alone on its gray throne. Any settlement or nearby town were to be found on the rolling plains and forests below the mountain, a grand highway of carved stone staircases leading visitors, citizens, and traders up the path and onto the high ridge. Aqueducts constructed to stream mountain water down into the city sparkled with the fading sun. Its walls were gorgeous marble, enchanted long ago to be as durable as they are beautiful. Like a cake the city was tiered, the outer and lowest upon the mountainside were the residential districts, low end shops, and food-places. The next tier, marked by the golden veins spider-webbing itself throughout its own circle of marble wall, was for the traders and clergy to reside and do business and prayer. The last tier housed the Palace and the Countess herself plus her court, its separating wall being marked with beautiful, gently pulsating violet amethyst veins through the walls. Its magical reinforcements were of the highest echelon and while Circeil had never seen it in action, it was said that when a projectile tried to pass over them it would be rebounded with a violet forcefield. Vesuvia held no true kingdom under its name, being content to be a city state. This however was not out of weakness, for the city was as ancient as the dustiest tomes in its Grand Library and was easily the most prosperous, blessed city in the region. Even the capital of the Prakran Empire could not hold a candle to its luster and magical power. The Founder, they’re name and body unknown to the modern minds, built Vesuvia as the cradle of civilization, a magical metropolis that to this day still expands. In recent years, having run out of ridge, the city has been digging itself into the mountains in order to feed its ever growing population and to feed them well.

Crowley’s impatient neigh broke Circeil’s awe filled stare and her mouth clamped shut in surprise that it was even open. The horse snickered, “You’ve only seen it a thousand times.” Quick to smile and retort the knight blew a raspberry at the horse

“Yeah? I’ve seen Portia just as much, when you love something, it never loses the charm or beauty you first laid eyes on.”

The horse practically rolled his eyes and began to quickly gallop down the hill and along the road to reach the gates before nightfall. A minute or so later the experienced steed was galloping off the wide stone stairs up the ridge, galloping over the top and then slowing to a trot as Circeil approached the gates. The setting sun provided enough light for the guards to see her and the sigil of the Lightbringer order emblazoned across her chest. A man on the right of the gate with a halberd cried out

“Halt fair Lightbringer! I’ve been tasked to give a message to one of your order who went to the village of Karth in a bandit hunt. What is your name?”

Circeil brought Crowley to a halt and smiled cordially at the common guard,

“I am Circeil, the one sent to Karth, what is the message and who is it from?”

The guard swallowed a bit confusedly,

“No last name milady?”

She shook her head and paused for him to continue. Stuttering back into professional form he nodded

“Of course milady, sorry milady. It comes directly from the Herald of the Sun.”

Circeil straightened her posture, while she personally had some grievances against the Order’s leader, his name was drilled to instill respect and orderly conduct in her. The guard continued

“His Holiness received a request from Countess Nadia to assemble a team of knights for some purpose. You are to immediately head to the palace.”

Circeil’s brow knitted in curiosity and a bit of apprehension, the Countess had personal guards already, perhaps a diplomatic mission? Did she want to up security? The inquisitive inquisitor tried to push down her pondering though, orders were orders and she was sure someone would explain eventually. Circeil opened her mouth questioningly but was swiftly answered by the guard, knowing her inquiry from the look on her face.

“I…sorry, no milady. Immediately means immediately, your..woman can wait.”

Frowning now the knight set the also aloof Crowley through the gate, and although she tried to remain stoic she couldn’t stop a sarcastic aside,

“And what were His Holiness’s Pure, Powerful, and oh so Exalted words exactly?”

The guard was now visibly nervous as she and the horse passed him. The man sighed and gulped even heavier than the first time.

“I..I think it was…’Remind that debaucherous, perverted soldier of mine that orders do not halt for her dirty vice.’...Sorry, Milady Circeil.”

Nothing new there, so the woman waved a gauntleted hand, one covered in dried blood to show no harm done on his part. There wasn’t a river between Karth and Vesuvia, and now the knight was proud she didn’t take a detour to wash the battle from her. The Herald wanted immediate presence in one of the most pristine, noble, and powerful courts in the world? She’d certainly comply, dented, bloodied steel in all, with a broken helmet strapped to her hip. If she couldn’t see Portia before this meeting, surely a bath and smithy were equally unimportant! Crowley gave a great heaving snort and stamped his feet in apparent agreement against the cobblestones on the first tier of the city. While he was tired, Crowley would sprint to hell and back for Circeil, and she’d do the same for him. She also hoped she wasn’t the only knight in the world who talked to her horse. To that Crowley snickered,

“Probably.”

“Thanks for the vote of sanity buddy.”

“You’re welcome.”

Circeil always replied to the horse out loud, but luckily the confusing, one sided conversation would be lost in the bustle of the evening crowd as she quickly rode up the street. The knight, because apparently the universe was against her today, was forced to ride past the inn where her love called home. For anyone else it would be a lavish guest room within Castle Dawnguard, staying in the entire wing it had for the families and spouses or even just blossoming loves of its soldiers. Portia was denied such because for the same reason Circeil couldn’t stop to see her right now, she was another woman. To her love’s credit she took it in stride and it barely put a dent in her beautiful step, but to the knight it always put an angry prick in her heart that ate at her everytime she viewed the inn or stepped inside it to sleep next to Portia. For all her anger though Crowley’s gait did not slow and it was out of eyesight in a moment as rider and horse ascended, out of the Marble Basin, and past the beautiful gates with sparkling yellow inlay into the Gold Districts of Vesuvia, luxurious shops, temples, and estates for merchant families and minor nobility. The knight, born peasant, didn’t exactly enjoy the idea nor find some of those gaudy houses appealing, so unlike the first tier, she didn’t look around as much, that couldn't be said for the passerby though. A Lightbringer’s striking sun on their chest gleaming in the about to fully set, larger sister’s light would obviously turn eyes, but Circeil got the feeling from the mildly disgusted muttering that it was due to the fact she was dusted with dirt, dried blood, and had dents in her armor. Of course..being known for her preference played a factor. While commoners really didn’t care, because they had no reason to, stuck up nobility and gaudy merchants for once would be cohorts with their opposing, holy priests, united by their traditional mistrust. To any that glared Circeil would hold her head high, proudly showing the marks of battle and stare back. Crowley snorted in warning at one fat man who opened his mouth to say something, before he backed down.

“Like..fake sugar cubes.”

“What?”

Her response was a whisper to avoid even more looks,

“They are hard, crunchy, and pretend to be sweet and nice, like those fake sugar cubes you say are good for my health.”

That managed to get the woman to smile.

“You know..you’re right. Do you think Countess Nadia will be like them?”

Crowley made a noncommittal “snorf” noise before,

“You have not met her?”

“Not face to face.”

“Let’s hope she is a real cube. At least an apple.”

Crowley sped up, not into a full galloping charge but enough to blur out the annoying flies gossipping in the clean stone streets around the bloody warrior as they made their way to the last inner tier, its walls cracking with veins of what appeared to be pulsating purple amethyst, the most grandiose gates of all. With clamoring of shouts from the attendees the large gates swing open silently and on well kept, magical mechanics, leaving the way open to the fanciful bridge across the clear moat leading up to a many spired, marble and ivory palace that held dominion over the surrounding land. Beside it, and attached to the right wing of the castle, lay something Circeil thought ruined the gorgeous atmosphere. Fort Dawnguard. The only thing of beauty along its walls were the banners of a golden sun on a field of white, stretching its flaming rays out to the corners of each tapestry, encompassing the field in its radiance. Underneath those banners were thick walls of stone that looked like they could take a dragon crashing into them. While polished, kept clean and smooth, the greyscale Fort clashed heavily with the palace, a strange duo of the power of magic and the power of machine combined into one megastructure to rule over all. Even seeing it countless times, the sight took Circeil’s breath away for both positive and negative reasons. Crowley chimed in with his snort.

“Seriously..I swear you don’t even gasp that much when you see Portia’s-“

“Forward Crowley.” Came the halting and mildly embarrassed response, and the horse snorted again like he was laughing all the way across the bridge and up the many stable houses in front of the entrance to Wyrvwald, the official name of the ivory colored palace.

The knight brought the brown horse into one and dismounted, letting the reins trail. Crowley, like all Lightbringer horses, were trained to never move nor let another person ride unless they were ordered to, and received the password given to them if it was a new person.

“Now. You will be a good boy. I appreciate you defending my honor but please do not bite Sergeant Arlin again or his horse.”

Crowley stomped his feet like a child crossing their arms to pout, snorting indignantly,

“I hate that horse, no..stuck up, noble-bred pony! She’s rude to me.”

“If you don’t start a fight, I’ll give you a sugarcube.”

“Deal. Now..good luck. Don’t punch the Herald, or Countess Nadia if she is another fake cube.”

That got Circeil to smile and she whispered,

“Deal.”

Before giving the loyal steed a kiss on the cheek and exiting the stables. Her broken helmet clinked on her hip alongside the rest of her plate armor, which soon began to echo in the main foyer of Wyrvwald. The foyer opened right into a sitting area, presided by a short and wide staircase up and to the even wider main hall consisting of four long, mahogany tables for feasts, which could be cleared to turn it into a ball room. Up a smaller and narrower set of stairs sat the throne, a beautiful affair of ivory, marble, and pulsating lines of amethyst crystal crackling themselves like veins across the chair. Even with its craftsmanship and magic, it didn’t hold a candle to the woman atop it. Countess Nadia was a sight, warm, powerful, and exotic. Firstly, the entire length of her hair, which held itself in many braids and gathered tails and impressively still reached just below her thigh, was a deep violet. The hue was of Byzantium purple and was her most striking feature. Next was her face, chocolate toned skin like the rest of her body, with a medium, slim nose that came to a rounded point which delicately tasted the air with light breaths. Above its bridge were brown eyes, warmly observing behind horizontal, slim almond lids and heavy lashes. Her Prakran heritage was clear, an exotic form of beauty that made Circeil gasp in surprise to her chagrin and nagging thought. “Shit…Crowley’s right, I do that way too much.”

Her humor was quick to subside as she became acutely aware of her choice to not wash the mission from her. In the magical light of the room’s chandeliers and sconces, her armor gleamed in sections, cut and dulled in others by the dents of crossbows, and muted entirely by the now more brown than crimson blood that stained several parts of her. In comparison, the countess wore a beautiful dress of silk, pink satin highlights over a sky blue base, all under a golden crown with amethyst set center piece to match her hair. The difference could only be greater if Circeil had arrived in rags or nothing at all. However, the Lightbringer swallowed her doubt in her choice, she’d be proud of it, and she’d make her point to-

Him.

The knight’s eyes finally noted the gleaming figure in the room, at first looking like that of a golden statue for how deathly still he was. Wearing the finest of Sunsteel, the gilded Herald’s armor was of similar, plated style to the standard for all knights, but was golden and the symbol of the sun was engraved into the breastplate, instead of the heraldic cote on cloth she wore over the top the armor. His grand helmet with a plume of yellow tassel was on his hip, revealing his face. Like the exterior of each building, where Nadia was gorgeous and powerful at the same time, the Herald was rugged, with a weathered, old face covered in many scars of battle. As far as Circeil knew, they coated his full body. Standing at 6 foot 7 and muscular to boot he was an imposing figure, no matter the fact his hair and closely trimmed beard were stark-white with age. His eyes were brown, but cold and hard as the magically tempered Sunsteel he wore, for even though he was the Herald of Light, he brought no warmth to the job. Upon seeing the bloody and dirty Circeil he growled, a deep sound that would make the largest bear in the land believe their voice was equivalent to a prepubescent girl, and a dragon to take pause.

“Lightbringer Circeil. You are in the court of our lady Countess Nadia and you come, dirty, covered in blood, and late to boot. Are you mocking us?”

Circeil opened her mouth to defend and make her point, but to her surprise, the Countess raised her left hand to pause the Herald, tilting her head to the side and searching the Knight’s soul with those eyes, before she smiled warmly, and feinting a tad of confusion.

“I know not what you growl about Orlin.”

Her voice was like melted chocolate. Sweet, warm, deep, thick, and all around an absolute pleasure to hear.

“If I remember correctly, your orders were to come immediately to Wyrvwald and..”

Her right hand pointed to one of the many high and large windows. While stained with the depictions of the Golden Goddess Passonas, it was clear the sun had just set.

“If I’m not mistaken, Lady Circeil here is on time. Early even. I had planned for your chosen squad to finish arriving at 20:00, and our dear here does not even have a clock, she used the sun.”

The countess stands as Herald Orlin sets his jaw firmly in a grimace, staring hard at Circeil, who stares right back, even if the man definitely intimidated her. Apparently, his effect was lost on the Countess if she had dared address him as “Orlin” without his very powerful title. Still kneeling, Circeil spoke.

“Yes my lady, exactly my lady. With the word immediately and a note I could not stop for my lover from the Herald himself, I thought it imperative to get here as fast as I could, skipping both smith and bath.”

Circeil’s gaze kept Herald Orlin’s, although she desired it to gaze on the far more pleasing and warm sight of the Countess, the Knight feared to be the one to break her superior’s stare. The exotic woman nodded and her smile widened.

“You have a wonderful Lightbringer here if she takes her duty as seriously as this. Although, with now two hours to spare and being the first, surely she could have been allowed to see her man, no?”

She looked to Orlin curiously, and inquisitively, the point bothering her, and those eyes began to insight into the Herald’s soul like she had done with Circeil, taking in the now even tighter grip of the man’s frustrated jaw. It may have been a trick of the light, but something gleamed silver on her regal forehead. The gilded man kept his voice polite for his ruler, but strong.

“Apologies my lady, but you do not understand..Lightbringer Circeil has no lover, but rather a perve-

Having heard enough the knight finally stood and held her arms behind her back to keep them in check with the sudden boiling of her fury.

“She’s a she, Exalted Countess.”

It was clear immediately that the Prakran understood, and knew exactly Orlin’s game now as her narrow eyes widened a little at the surprise, but not disgustingly, and they were even warmer now as she chuckled lightly.

“Ahh..I see. My sincerest apologies for assuming, Lightbringer, and my sincerest for the order, I hope you can see her later tonight.”

Circeil wondered how many more statements it would take before the Herald’s scarred jaw broke from the pressure he was clenching it with and the words it kept locked in. Nadia seems to have noticed it too and her eyes portray the mirth she’s hiding, just sharing it with the other woman, which caused her to smile. Maybe she did have allies after all. Clapping her dark hands softly to break the tension the Countess stood pointedly.

“Well! Considering the fact, even though she’s ‘late’, Lady Circeil is the only one here, I think she can retire for the remaining two hours, any objections Orlin?”

His wrinkled face screamed yes, but he tightly spoke through his teeth.

“Not at all. Perhaps she can bathe in Fort Dawnguard and look..presentable. Fix the armor.”

The noblewoman put a hand to the middle of her chest softly, her favorite resting position.

“While I’m sure your Fort has them, I think for the orders and sacrifice of visiting her lover she should be a bit more rewarded, no?”

She waved a dark hand to dismiss Orlin,

“I’ll send over her armor, she can use my private bath, follow me, lady Circeil.”

The Herald of the Sun looks like he’s about to blow a fuse as he quickly leaves at the bidding of Nadia, and Circeil likens a yellow dog tail between his legs in her mind’s eye. A yellow dog that at any moment he could turn and smite both of them. Being the leader of the Lightbringers, he wielded the strongest weapon of the order, and easily one of the strongest known in the world. Each leader called it by a different name, but Orlin had named it Sol, and it took whatever form the wielder desired it to. Circeil had only ever seen it once, at a graduation ceremony he had lit it in the form of a giant, flaming claymore. Luckily for her, the Herald left the main hall through one of the numerous side doors without ever reading what lay in her mind, and left her alone with the Countess. Her silky voice sighed as the fabric rustling alerted the keen woman to the fact she had brushed past the throne and soon appeared in her peripheral,

“What a…codger.”

The countess chuckled and covered her mouth daintily and winked at Circeil

“I trust that comment stays between you and I.”

The knight’s smile reached her ears and she winked right back. Stepping to the side and down the Countess held out her soft hand. Circeil looked around a bit shyly. Her gauntlets were dirty, and she was in such a nice dress…

So Nadia just took the knight’s hand without a second thought, quietly chuckling again, and now gently guiding her while teasing in her exotically accented, smooth voice,

“I don’t bite, I promise. Not unless they ask nicely of course.”

The confident ruler winked down at Circeil, while the knight was tall, Nadia was even taller, about cresting 6 feet. They came to a door gently letting out steam and heat underneath the cracks, marked with the seal of Vesuvia formed of amethyst, which a Runed Sword overtop an open book of a language long forgotten except for the magic it produced. The byzantine-haired woman turned slightly and pushed the symbol in, whirring gears sliding the door open and bathing the hallway in warmth and mist.

“Enjoy, simply leave your clothes and armor for the servants, we’ll send the suit over to the Fort for repairs, use anything you find to your taste.”

Like the last piece of cake she was gone too soon, leaving Circeil with many questions, few answers, but a hope in her heart, because it seemed like Countess Nadia was indeed a true sugarcube. Maybe she wasn’t so alone in her uphill battle afterall.

The bath was large and of marble, more akin to a square pool than the wooden boxes peasantry and soldiers called their tub, and along one of the rims lay dozens of soaps and bath salts, and a large, open window had the steaming water flow over the front rim due to tiny, magically fueled jets below the surface on the other three walls, which tipped over into a bi-stream. These led back down to the eternal fires that kept the bath forever hot and purified, with filters catching anything that fell over and was too large to burn below. It was an ingenious design and worked perfectly, leaving the knight to wonder who designed it. Stripping and letting the plate armor clank to the wet floor and her undergarments to pad atop that, she sighed as her muscles relaxed from carrying the metal all day. Circeil hadn’t realized how sore she was from the fighting, the hits, and the riding Crowley, and as such quickly sank into the just perfectly hot bath, sighing in relief. After a few minutes of letting the heat and jets relax her, Circeil flipped her back up, and swam to investigate the selection of soaps. This was Nadia’s bath after all, and the Lightbringer wanted to know more about this..exotic ruler she had been graced with. A twinge of regret passed her, wishing she had met her nation’s leader sooner. No matter..the past was the past, Circeil would make up lost time with her seemingly newest ally. Getting closer to the selection and even just having walked in, it smelt of lavender, and the theme ran. Every other wash was based on the purple flower. Lavender for her body, her hair, a lotion, and a conditioner. Other types did exist, most namely vanilla and cinnamon, but it was clear based on the levels of the bottle and sheer number that the Countess’s favorite was lavender. At least she knew what kind of gift to give her, and Circeil chuckled at the thought.

The knight finished actually getting clean quickly, trained to do so in the Lightbringers’ bootcamp, but she soaked languidly for many more minutes afterward in the steaming room.

“I could get used to this..if Portia were able to get in with me.”

“Tomorrow she will.”

The smooth, regal voice startled Circeil, who practically leaped out of the bath like a fish, then sinking below the now even more choppy depths to cover herself. The countess chuckled apologetically, stepping out from the entrance with her hands up and eyes closed.

“Apologies! Apologies! I seem to have caught you discussing the very thing I wanted to. Tomorrow I am moving your lover into one of my guest chambers, Orlin..refused her stay at the Fort, and I felt like I had pushed his buttons far too much already, politically speaking. I can’t order him to bring her into his castle, but I can bring her into mine.”

While her eyes remained politely closed and her thick lashes sealed, Nadia smiled warmly in the general direction of Circeil, who stammered out, unable to believe what was happening in such a short amount of time,

“T-thank you milady! Thank you! Whatever..mission you needed the Lightbringers for, I will execute above and beyond.”

The Countess beamed and nodded as she retreated, saying, soft and genuinely,

“No, thank you, and I know you will.”

Circeil bit her lip as she turned to leave..

“Oh? You’re not staying? I was going to get out and give the room to you. It’s yours afterall, and thank you for that by the way, but you have to get ready too.”

The exotic woman shrugged and her chocolate voice was like a low purr,

“Did you want me to stay?”

Before she exited with a dignified chuckle to prepare her own way for the meeting ahead, leaving behind a whiff of lavender amongst the steam in farewell.

* * *

Seven or so minutes later Circeil looked and felt like a Lightbringer again. No, even better, a Royal one. No wonder people coveted nobility, she thought, it certainly does wonders for your hair. Donning the repaired and polished armor completed the regal look as the chain of her Morning Star clinked and jangled while she attached it to her belt. Circeil jumped upon opening the door, for there stood-

“Lightbringer.” Came the deep, monotone growl of The Herald of the Sun.

“Affix your helmet, tuck that hair strand back, and advance to the guest parlor. The Countess has chosen to address and speak of the mission there, for some reason.”

Without waiting for a response the imposing mountain strode away through white corridors, and turned a corner to vanish from sight save for his reflection. After biting her lip and waiting to make sure he was gone, Circeil took off through the hallways of Wryvwald, but the opposite direction. The walls were marble with pillars of golden inlay spaced every few feet on the left or right side. There weren’t many signs around but the Knight began to see design patterns. Purple lines of amethyst on the ceiling would roll and in some hallways turn sharply to go into another direction, but the same was true of a golden line on the left side of the roof. As far as she could tell right now, Violet led to at least something of importance, the only basis being she passed a massive door set of dark gray granite; carved into it was half of the Seal of Vesuvia, the Runed Book without its Runed sword laid atop it. Two guards stood outside and as Circeil walked past a man exited the room, bumping into her. Behind him the view of massive bookshelves disappeared under the heavy door. His voice was remarkably smooth and calm for the event, sounding like the lap of ocean waves.

“Ahhh..my apologies, Lightbringer.”

He made a small, graceful bow. Were it not for his round ears Circeil would have believed him to be elven the way he held and moved. The stranger didn’t wear the white-orange garb of a servant. He wore clothes resembling that of eastern Nadith, developed nomads who often had close connections to magic: Loose white robes under a blue shawl..weirdly thick and appearing to shift over his shoulders. The robes were split down the middle in a deep V revealing a tan, toned chest, an interesting contrast to his more wiry arms and legs. That’s when the shawl lifted itself and brushed the man’s white, poofy hair, a forked tongue hissing out. Circeil backed up and put a hand to her Morning Star.

“Sir..there’s a snake on you.”

“Oh yes, she’s very cuddly.” His voice was airy, but not like that of nobility without substance. His “airy” was thick, wise, and for some reason kept reminding Circeil of how the ocean sounds. He continued while giving the azure serpent’s chin slow pets,

“Her name is Faust, and mine is Asra. I’m the..unofficial court mage here. You seem a little…” The man’s smirk grew like he held all the secrets of the world.

“Lost. What is your name?”

Circeil was understandably…off put. Not negatively but rather in mild confusion. Magicians were strange beings who talked to and pulled power from even stranger ones. All that to say: they were the kind of people who let snakes be their shawls. Clearing her throat as she moved her hand away from her weapon, the knight tried to relax,

“I am Lightbringer Circeil, and I’m looking for Countess Nadia’s Parlor. The Herald said it was the guest Parlor, if that makes a difference.”

Asra frowned and squinted his eyes slightly,

“He told you where to go, but not how to get there?”

“Correct.” Came the matter of fact response.

“And…you did not simply..follow wherever he was going?”

A little embarrassment came into her voice,

“I..I know I could have but I..dislike the man greatly. I figured I could find it myself.”

His frown got a little more knowing.

“Careful. Pride is good, but not in abundance. It always predates a fall.”

He smirked and began to walk away,

“Of course I’m sure we’ve all heard that line far too many times.”

Circeil balked a little bit and shouted,

“Wait! I could really use your help! Just this once?”

The mysterious man halted, gave a slight shrug, and kept walking. Circeil scoffed quietly and fidgeted with indecision. There was nothing else to do except follow this “Asra” wherever he was walking to, and hope that he was leading her to this “Parlor.” The metallic clank of her boots soon rang out on the hard floor behind his softer thumps, echoing together in the magical palace’s hallways..

If you made this far, thank you so much for reading. If I have time and energy, I’m definitely expanding this story. (Unless it’s hated and trash haha). I’m gonna post my other stories.

Until next time, may the stars guide you.

-Eden

[keikakudori]

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SEND ME 🔪 TO STAB MY MUSE. // not accepting

                 Once, they had been friends.

                 Friends that had laughed together, shared gossip about the lanky man that had been their mutual acquaintance, even had played pranks together on that man. He would provide her snacks and tea and she was the one who would gladly help him out in their shared remonstrance of the man. He'd even helped her with her paperwork with gentle patience. From her, he had hidden the emotions which were unanswered, the way that he was suffering. He revealed it only to one other soul when he arrived in his life. But the anger was strong, anger that was built from the willful ignorance and neglect of others.

                 On that night a hundred years ago, he had shown himself without her awareness being part of it. He had glanced over when he'd heard her voice, distorted by the warbling flange of the Hollow overtaking her. She had been the first to begin coming back to awareness. Perhaps it was the fact that she was so vicious in personality at times, responding with the nature of one who was strong enough to maintain that position yet still weak for all of that. He envied her that position she had. She was cared for. She'd never lack for others to care for her.

                 Kaname was a zealot, a worshipper at his shrine. Gin was no devotee, but the blade caught in his hand, cutting where Aizen directed.

                 A hundred years had passed and now --- they were here again. All of them, the ones that he had willingly broken, the ones whose souls he had shattered, cut into shards. They had been collateral, the others, the rest. But him, the man with golden hair-- yes, Aizen did not care about them. He had not anticipated his captain being sent out this night for he had not been there to murmur suggestions into the ear of the Captain-Commander, had planned to take him down later. But the opportunity had been too good to pass up.

                 He remembered how Shinji had cried out for him to stop when he'd turned his head and spoken calmly to Kaname. But she had been cut down and it was a wonder to see her now.

                 Blonde hair puffed all the more and the red tracksuit was an interesting choice. But his attention had gone to his former captain, and he had taunted them, deliberately, sharply. He wanted to witness their anger. And it had paid out. His hand had drifted to the hilt of Kyoka Suigetsu and there was an awareness of Gin's nearness too, though Kaname was not one he expected to join him now. Not with the fact that Komamura and Hisagi were likely to take umbrage with his presence. Let them.

                 Aizen wanted to show his teeth the way he never had before, the way he had hidden from his captain for so long. No matter the emotions that Shinji had perpetually stirred in him, both the feelings of inadequacy of never being good enough for him and the affection that he dared not call love, the anger with him had become stronger, an emotion that had warped into something very near to hatred. Did he hate him? Not entirely --- but it was not, either, indifference. No, the man could pull such emotions from him that he could not put into easily checked off boxes.

                 But he wanted to hurt him again.

                 Hiyori launching herself at him was to be expected, and Aizen stepped forward to meet her. They swarmed him, but it was easy for him to speak a word and the Espada were there too, breaking them off. A twisting away from a slash from one blade, a half-dancing step from another ---

                 Then steel sinking into his shoulder from behind, punching through scapula and he felt it when it cut against his clavicle and punched outwards through his torso. A turning of his head ensued to find the masked face of Sarugaki Hiyori near his, her jaws coming open as she pulled in power so she could unleash a Cero at his head.

                 Aizen lunged forward and off of the blade, ignoring the feeling of pressure even as he ducked beneath that Cero, turning and looking to her whilst blood flowed down his shoulder. He ignored it, flexing his left hand -- range of motion and feeling, still good. She hadn't damaged the nerves. So he lifted his arm now as she bore down on him, power beginning to gather at his fingertips in a crackling burning pinpoint of blue-white lightning as his gaze met the ones that were of gold and black.

                 How potently Hiyori hated him now. That thought sent a hint of a pang of mourning through his head and heart, but they stood on opposing sides now. That was the nature of his ambition. Her loss would be but a grain of sand on the scales, one that would not add to the weight of the balance.

                 They had been friends once.

                 �� Hadou 88: Hiryuu Gekizoku Shinten Raihou. ❞

                 He spoke the words calmly, watching her eyes widen. Aizen ignored the blood that was running over his skin, ignored the hot sticky sensation of how it smeared over skin and cloth both. Cleaning the stains out of the fabric was going to be a bitch and a half. His mouth twitched sharply even as the Kido was unleashed, a cold smile on his features.

                 The Kido went off with a roar and an actinic flash of light that his eyes narrowed against, and he watched as the column of blue lightning and fire swallowed her.

                 Aizen Sousuke had always been a powerful man, unparalleled in many ways and boasting few equals in several others. The only one he considered equal to him was Gin and that had been the way of it for a long while. Kaname did not seek to rise to a different station with him, no; his loyal hound seemed content where he was. Yet power was measured in many ways and Aizen did not hold back in the casting of this Kido. It was time to remind everyone that he had such skill and power.

                 And his Kido had always been far stronger than those used by others; this one outstripped the one that Tsukabishi Tessai had fired at his back on that night by orders of magnitudes almost too vast to properly take in. It engulfed Hiyori and seared across the battlefield, forcing other souls to scatter even as it punched against --- through--- the wall of the Tenkai Kechuu. A flimsy enough barrier but it was quick to snap back thanks to the remaining three pillars.

                 He watched with coldly dispassionate eyes as a tiny figure charred and burnt beyond recognition tumbled towards the ground below, heard Shinji screaming her name as he dove for those remains (and Aizen knew they were remains), and moved his hand to draw the blade which rode upon his left hip. A twitch of that side's hand ensued and he spoke, knowing his voice would be heard.

                 ❝ Kill them, Gin. ❞

                 He would show them all what happened when a god rode to war. The silver lance of Shinso was nearly immediate, the blade slashing through the head of the one known as Otorobashi Rojuro and gone again. Gin was always ready; he was the right hand, the right arm, of this god. Perhaps not his god --- but he was Aizen's all the same. And so war it was.

[lastconcourse]

Blunder Plus, MegaWinter

Anabolic stage scene

Regiondirect→ center stage:

The scene is a living room at 2:00 on Christmas morning. The set is a middle class living room with new cream carpet and clean white furnishings. Regionreaders see a standing height view of a decorated tree on the left, under it, some presents in boxes, some on a table, and some on the large couch. Decorative looking columns separate the living room from a kitchen at left (stage right). A blizzard is making motion and sound in the trees outside. The camer’eye drops vertically until the view is on the floor, the entire room now feels like a canyon with small sized objects like sockets and chair legs dwarfing the regionreader’s perspective.

Now the room is unusually dark. The color fades back and forth from black and white to full color. Reflections of Christmas lights on the gloss surface of hung ornaments look like distant radio towers flashing. Green + blue glow is bouncing to a haze on the window over quick snowfall and increased wind outside.

(Rectangular present boxes, white carpet, sectional couch, brown end table, fireplace mantle clock, Christmas tree, ornaments with names, a snowmask sunrise, a window into a backyard with birdfeeders and snowy branches + perched cardinals, a cellphone charger plugged in, many baubles, a glass light dome on the ceiling, a vacuum cleaner parked in the corner, a reading lamp by a lounge chair)

Snowy tree branches violently blown by the wind slam into the window,

A fast burst of downfalling snow with glass,

Onto rainwet carpet, ten twigs now drop,

Three round green baubles tumble off branch-steps,

and enter the glasswater clump. Quick→smash glop.

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A whole branch from outside enters the second window, breaks in two, and an asteroid made of doorhinges enters from stage right on a wide orbit and crashes into the middle of the room. Thousand hinges spill. The two tree branch pieces break into four, and two silver hinges crawl up like bugs and join them as knees: this makes the branches into the legs.

Blizzard wind throttles the living room. Where are the homeowners? One of the giftboxes is crushed by a grandfather clock, cardboard and wrapping paper blow around, ripping up, floating, now damp and mixed with dust of clockglass. Paper scraps and torn ribbon strands coalesce under wind force in the corner and are glued together when a huge pair of hands squeezes a glue bottle into the mess from above the stage. A 4wd bulldozer made out of a leather suitcase and a dustpan pushes the paperboard slurry inside a steel basin. Now the basin drains down an open duct from stage left to stage right and fills up a double-sided mould where the paperglassglue slurry dries in the shape of two arms; and this makes the arms.

and the arms are raised out of the mould and are lifted into the air by a gantry in the night sky while the Christmas tree tips over and explodes→ out→orange flame. Same time, a long tubular birdfeeder is blown through the window and starts rolling around on its side like a rolling pin: Tossing around windust.

The back wall collapses→and the backdrop is now a moving projection of a hospital corridor with square telemetry terminals and a tall IV drip pole.

A stack of nineteen giftcards tied up and laid down sideways grows flanged wheels and drives from stage right on a railroad to stage left like a boxcar. All of the cards are addressed to one person but their name is misspelled a different way on each one. It crashes into an open mailbox which closes its door, raises its flag, and shrinks into darkness.

Mantle clock from the brick hearthjamb meets tire mud

Hands against its face brusquely bent and halted

Bulldozer pushes the mud-cloaked brass left.

Phone charger cable spunsweept: coil-whip; flies→

airborne→ a white corkscrew, serpent-tornado

Stage middle,

tall white tail+ small green tree pins sucked, spun.

White soft rug scraped off the floor by the rampage

of a jealous vacuum cleaner turned hate-fiend.

The white soft rug retreats in waves like slime mold

while marble + bricks from the hearth fall on it.

A silver shower basket rolls into the middle of the stage on four thick-tired wheels.

A helicopter with a robotic hand wearing a blue surgical glove flies up to the ceiling light and reaches for the dome→

The ceiling light dome is unscrewed, taken down, and epoxied to the silver shower basket to create a skull, this is the skull.

A volleyball falls from the ceiling and is popped by a gliderdart. The limp corpse of the volleyball is stitched to the domebasket to cover it up as skin and scalp.

The vacuum cleaner drives around on its own at stage left and is picked up by a gantry. Big robotic hands wearing blue gloves wield surgical instruments and a rusty toolbox and now move in from right and left. The vacuum gets doorknob joints implanted on four points to create a torso, this is the torso.

Branches from the tree that fell through the wall roll and snap on the ground like alligators, and are then carved into legs by mobile sculptorsaws: These are the wooden legs.

A bunch of shards of glass from the broken ornaments and window are crushed, melted, blown and pulled long to reshape them into two arms, these are the arms.

The two arms are duplicated. One pair of arms is attached to the body of the grandfather clock, with one arm emerging from where the face was and the other from the pendulum chasm. The other two arms are jointed to the top of the ornamental end table. Each arm gets a doorknob for a shoulder joint. These parts together make a tall humanoid and a short one. These armbeings walk to the center of the stage (now an arena) and precede to box each other, armwrestle, and then finally fence with foils.

The Christmas tree is now burned and snowed over, snow melting under flames reigniting then going out→ in sync with a flame elsewhere lit under the burning plastic branches to bloom.

This whole horizontal mess looks like a flashing matrix of LED lights going red, then down to orange, then almost dead dim, then orange and red again. It’s angry fire though. Eventually the most of the tree is burned, wet, soot. Three small tornadoes of soot spin at the border.

Sparse green in slopslurry char-ash: Burnt stand→ Within burned, wet soot:

Melted cable

White, awful wire: Shock from spark to socket

Went left to right and burned the drywall

And a tall gardening cart slides from stage left to right←on a monorail track, then reaches out a reticulated lamp post limb which ends with a dustpan, and now starts scooping the plastitreesoot. Now a sapient bottle of soap goes stage right to left→ and dumps a stream of soap that pours long and forms out to the shape of a human hand. The soaphand starts attempting to clean the ashes and melted plastic off the carpet, but the burnt goop is too fused with the cream grid of fibers for any success.

The hospital scene backdrop shows a sobbing nurse.

Regiondirect→ In kitchen stage left

Napkins launch into the air as fabric rocket planes and land gently as migrating butterflies. The butterflies eat minerals off of metal pieces of ornaments and shiny glass. Napkin rings fall from thirty feet in the air and clack on the exposed concrete where the carpet has retreated in fear.

The sets of arms now throw down their foils and beat each other to death

The storm cloud is a heavy tarp with thousands of pores, suspended on a horizontal zigzag lattice boom, coruscating center to edge through colors of black purple and gray:

Like winterain bioluminescence

along this airborne trespasser who makes everything wet.

The wind is a network of hateful drum fans suspended on flat helium balloons, puffeting angrily at the old pictures on the walls in the attacked house: Wind, stormcloud’s sidekick.

Regiondirect:

On the stage right walls→

Family portraits in frames are blown down and fall into intelligent blenders hidden under the carpet around the floor at stage left. The blenders grind up the pictures.

Next to ramps underneath the blender blades, trapdoors open upwards. Long linkages located outside the blenders then pull back the blade+blademotors, sideways, and out of the tank; and the contents of blended portrait scraps fall down the ramps, and into a running waterfall + creek that then ends on a conveyor. Now this wet slurry of destroyed image is carried up→the elevator to a hanging lattice structure on the ceiling at stage middle where the wet mess is funneled down a traffic cone into a pair of moulds hung above candleheaters where the heat dries it, and turns it into arms, legs, and a head: Body out of the drying filth.

The sectional couch bends on a joint in the middle, the sectional couch bends in half like a giant pair of calipers, and it has six thick tractor wheels, the offroad sectionalcouch drives to stage left from the right side of the collapsing living room, where it gets rained on with wall dust and ash and hail, to the center where it grasps the remaining Christmas presents+burnt tree and bites into→the boxes with twelve spears made out of firepokers that emerge from under the cushions.

Two gloved mechanical hands and a gantry pick up the Sixwheeler couch, remove two wheels→ saving four as shoulder and leg joints, cover it in plaster + electrical tape, and set this up vertically as a torso. Leftover brass from the smashed clocks is now melted in with iron from the Christmas tree base and now mixed with glass from everywhere and poured into a head-shaped mould→ This makes a skull.

head of moltengloss-brass staked→on plastered cushion shoulders+chest

A cardiogram is heard flatlining mixed with an ambulance siren mixed with a low note from a pipe organ mixed with the song of a mourning dove.

Regiondirect:

The ceiling and rear walls implode and bury the set, then the stage floor opens up and the calamity is sucked down through water→ the whole stage is built on top of a garbage disposal and sink.

A curtain (like the ones in hospital rooms) falls.

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When applying piercing force to armor via bow/crossbow, the simplest shapes will likely do better than more complex ones.

Arrows comprised of lots of fancy edges and blades are generally meant for hunting large game; once the arrow penetrates, the backward-facing flanges on the head are meant to deal maximum internal damage to the target and kill it quickly. In other words, hunting arrowheads are only good for shooting things that aren't wearing body armor.

When it comes to firing at super-hard objects like kevlar or steel, the more narrow, streamlined, and bullet-like the arrowhead, the better the penetration. When hard, inflexible materials receive an impact at a high rate of force, it comes down to a physics battle between the speed, force, and surface area of the arrowhead vs. the thickness and sturdiness of the shield or armor it's pointed at.

In Western Medieval warfare, when the crossbow was first invented, it was thought to be the bane of the armored knight's existence. With short, streamlined bolts combined with the enormous PSI you can build into the shot of a crossbow (especially if it's a compound crossbow; compound bows = more firing force behind the arrow or bolt).

Studying history and applied physics can make for enormous advantages in outfoxing riot squads and raids on peaceful protests.

More tips:

A 5:1 ratio mix of water and bleach (so 5 parts water, 1 part bleach) will get the capsaicin from pepper spray off of your skin (DO NOT USE THIS FOR YOUR EYES OR FACE OR PRIVATE PARTS). If you've gotten hit with mace or pepper spray and it's clinging to your body somewhere, especially your hands, rinsing off with that 5:1 Water:Bleach ratio converts the burning capsaicin into an inert salt that will wash off better than if you rinse with milk. Reserve milk-rinsing for highly sensitive areas like your face and genitals; it's not a myth that lactose helps. High-proof alcohol like Everclear can work to help rinse your mouth out if you get it in your mouth, too.

If an attack dog is after you and makes a lunge to bite you and there's no possible way for you to avoid the animal harming you, since most attack dogs go for wrists/hands first, you need to shove your hand/arm down the dog's throat to get it to let go; you'll still have to go to the ER for severe bite injuries, but shoving your hand inwards both chokes the dog and forces it to instinctively back off and gag. You can also use a jacket to cover an attack dog's head like catching a fish in a net, keep it from biting, and wrench their front legs backwards as hard as you can. This will severely injure the dog and cops can legally go after you for it, but if you've got to protect yourself or someone else, that's how you can do it and render a K9 unit incapable of attacking anyone else. (Source: My stepfather got mixed up with the IRA for a minute)

If a protestor's heart stops, either due to a pre-existing heart condition or whatever, the #1 thing to do is start doing chest compressions while someone else calls for help. If you have to provide emergency help for someone whose heart isn't beating and an ambulance isn't there yet, immediately begin CPR and maintain it until help arrives. Chest compressions should be done by pushing sharply down in the center of the person's chest by about 1" (yes, as horrible as it sounds, this includes small children) with the heels of your palm with one hand covering the other in the center of the unconscious person's chest (over the sternum; the hard plate that joins your ribs in front). A common trick for maintaining the rhythm is to do it to the rhythm of "Stayin' Alive" by the BeeGees. If you find yourself at a protest and have to give someone CPR, be prepared to accidentally break or fracture their ribs in order to stimulate their heart back into beating again and keep their blood flowing until help arrives. CPR is a violent process and often results in damaged or broken ribs, but it is absolutely crucial for prolonging an unconscious person's chances of being revived. You cannot afford to be squeamish if you're giving someone CPR. If you have to break a person's ribs to keep them alive, I promise you they'll be more upset about their heart stopping than about their ribs.

If the cops are using fire hoses on you, the best shape to deflect high-PSI water pressure is a V shape, like a snow plow's front blade. If you can use an object as a shield that can fold partially in half or that you can mold into a protective V shape, the point of the V in the shield will split the water pressure and force it to exert the water PSI around you instead of at you.

While the cops say it isn't, tear gas is absolutely flammable. If you're getting tear gassed, especially if you're in an enclosed space, clear out or find a way to ventilate ASAP. The reason the Branch Davidian Compound at Waco went up in flames and killed almost everyone sheltering inside was due to an enormous fire caused by tear gas used by the FBI during their raid on the compound. To this day, the FBI denies tear gas is flammable, but it's been proven many times since then that it totally is.

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Top SS Seamless Pipe Supplier in India

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Why Udhhyog is the Top SS Seamless Pipe Supplier in India

As a leading SS Seamless Pipe supplier, Udhhyog has built a reputation for delivering high-quality products at the most competitive prices. With an extensive range of SS Seamless Pipes, we cater to the needs of various industries, from construction to pharmaceuticals, and provide both standard and custom solutions.

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Don’t Overpay-Get the Lowest Prices for SS 304 Flanges Today

When it comes to industrial projects, sourcing quality materials at the best price is crucial. One such essential component is the SS 304 flange, renowned for its strength, corrosion resistance, and versatility. If you're looking to procure SS 304 flanges without breaking the bank, you're in the right place! At Udhhyog, we offer SS 304 flange at the lowest price, ensuring that you can complete your projects efficiently and economically.

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Choosing the right flange is critical to ensuring the integrity and safety of your systems, making it essential to find high-quality options at competitive prices.

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Sit Back and Relax: After placing your order, you can relax as we handle the delivery to your designated location.

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Buy MS Flange Table E at Best Price – Udhhyog Supplier

Introduction

Looking for a reliable MS Flange Table E supplier in Delhi? Udhhyog offers the lowest price for MS Flange Table E, a key component in piping systems. As a leading manufacturer in India, we provide high-quality industrial products, ensuring durability and high performance. Whether you're an MSME or a large enterprise, you can buy MS Flange Table E online with ease, backed by fast delivery services across the nation.

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1. Quality That Meets Your Expectations At Udhhyog, we prioritize quality above all. Our MS Flange Table E is made with top-grade mild steel, ensuring long-term durability and resistance to wear and tear. Ideal for various industrial applications, these flanges offer exceptional performance, making them a trusted choice in the industry.

2. Unbeatable Price for MS Flange Table E We are committed to offering the lowest price on MS Flange Table E. By reducing overheads and working directly with manufacturers, Udhhyog guarantees the best pricing in the market. MSMEs across India can now access premium-quality flanges without exceeding their budgets.

3. Fast and Efficient Delivery Get your MS Flange Table E delivered promptly to your location. Udhhyog ensures quick shipping within Delhi and nationwide, so you can keep your operations running without delays.

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1. Chemical Industries MS Flange Table E is used extensively in the chemical industry for creating secure pipe connections. The flange's ability to withstand high pressure and resist corrosion makes it perfect for chemical processing plants.

2. Water Supply Systems In municipal and industrial water supply systems, MS Flange Table E is critical for connecting pipelines that transport water for treatment and distribution.

3. Power Generation Plants The durability and strength of MS Flange Table E make it ideal for power plants where high-pressure systems need to remain intact for smooth energy production.

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3. Hassle-Free Return Policy In case the product doesn’t meet your expectations, we offer a hassle-free return policy. We aim to ensure complete customer satisfaction.

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When you choose Udhhyog for your MS Flange Table E, you are assured of receiving a product that meets international standards, at a price that is hard to beat. Whether you are purchasing for small-scale operations or large projects, Udhhyog offers the best deals on MS Flange Table E.

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Premium MS Blind Flanges at the Best Price – Udhhyog

H1: Premium MS Blind Flanges at the Best Price – Udhhyog

When you need high-quality MS Blind Flanges, Udhhyog is the go-to source. We offer a comprehensive selection of MS Blind Flanges, ensuring superior durability, reliability, and affordability. Whether you're an industrial professional or a DIY enthusiast, our MS Blind Flanges come at the best prices, backed by fast shipping across India.

H2: Why Choose MS Blind Flanges from Udhhyog?

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H2: What Are MS Blind Flanges Used For?

MS Blind Flanges are used in a variety of applications, particularly in piping systems. Their main role is to block or seal the end of a pipe, ensuring there is no leakage or airflow through the pipe. Here are some common uses:

Piping Systems: Seals the end of pipes in systems where no flow is required.

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Here’s why Udhhyog’s MS Blind Flanges are the best choice for your projects:

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SS Pipe Flanges: How to Choose the Right Flange for Your System

Stainless steel pipe fittings are appreciably applied in various industries due to their outstanding corrosion resistance, sturdiness, and aesthetic attraction. However, to ensure those fittings perform optimally and very last for a long time, normal renovation is essential. Proper protection not most effective prolongs the lifestyles of the fittings but moreover prevents costly protection and tool disasters. Whether you're coping with plumbing, gas traces, or organization programs, understanding the way to attend to your chrome steel fittings is critical.

In this weblog, we will discover crucial pointers and high-quality practices for stainless-steel pipe fittings protection, making sure your systems run without issues and successfully.

Why Is Pipe Fittings Maintenance Important?

SS pipe flanges are designed to face up to various environmental factors, which encompass moisture, chemicals, and immoderate pressure. However, over time, they will experience being located on and tear because of elements like publicity to harsh chemical substances, fluctuating temperatures, and pressure. Regular pipe fittings protection guarantees that those components stay in a well scenario, stopping issues like corrosion, leaks, and structural failure.

The following preservation recommendations and practices will assist you hold your fittings in pinnacle form and increase their company life.

1. Regular Inspection

The first and maximum critical step in keeping your stainless steel pipe fittings is normal inspection. Periodically check the fittings for any symptoms and symptoms and signs and symptoms of corrosion, cracks, or leaks. Look for rust stains, discoloration, or moisture accumulation around the fittings, that can mean functionality troubles.

Create a preservation time desk that consists of visible inspections of the fittings. In business organization applications in which the fittings are subjected to immoderate pressure or chemical exposure, more not unusual inspections can be required.

2. Clean the Fittings Properly

One of the amazing techniques to make certain prolonged-lasting stainless-steel fittings upkeep is thru ordinary cleansing. Dirt, dust, and debris can accumulate through the years, particularly in out of doors or immoderate-moisture environments. For effective cleansing, observe these steps:

Use a mild fabric or sponge: Avoid abrasive substances that can scratch the ground of the chrome steel fittings.

Mild cleansing dealers: Use a moderate detergent or stainless steel purifier to dispose of dirt and dust. Harsh chemical substances can damage the stainless steel and decrease its corrosion resistance.

Rinse very well: After cleansing, rinse the fittings with smooth water to make sure no cleaning dealers are left at the back of.

Dry the fittings: Wipe the fittings dry with an easy material to save you water spots or stains from forming.

Cleaning the fittings often prevents the construct-up of contaminants that can result in corrosion and one of a kind problems.

3. Apply Protective Coatings

Although stainless-steel is truly evidence in the direction of corrosion, the use of a shielding coating can similarly beautify its durability. Certain environmental situations, at the aspect of exposure to saltwater, chemical substances, or excessive warmth, can accelerate put on stainless-steel pipe fittings. In those instances, a protective coating can provide a similar layer of protection.

Common protecting coatings embody:

Anti-corrosion sprays: These sprays create a barrier that protects the right from moisture and chemical materials.

Lubricants: Applying a thin layer of lubricant on threaded fittings can prevent galling (thread damage) and make destiny protection a whole lot less complex.

Make sure to select out merchandise specially designed to be used with chrome steel to keep away from terrible the floor or compromising the proper’s integrity.

4. Monitor for Leaks

Leaks are one of the maximum commonplace problems that upward push up with pipe fittings, and catching them early is critical. Even a small leak can cause great harm over time, alongside facet corrosion of the fittings and surrounding areas, further decreasing gadget overall performance.

To save you leaks, frequently check the connections among pipes and fittings. If you word any moisture during the joints, tighten the fittings or update worn components. In structures that cope with immoderate pressure or competitive chemical substances, bear in mind using leak detectors or sensors for early leak detection.

5. Replace Worn or Damaged Fittings Promptly

Even with normal becoming preserved, stainless-steel pipe fittings can be positioned on out through the years. When you word big places on, cracks, or corrosion that cleansing or tightening cannot heal, it’s essential to update the affected fittings properly.

Using worn or damaged fittings will increase the danger of tool failure and can motivate harm to surrounding components. To keep away from highly-priced upkeep or volatile situations, hold spare fittings accessible for short replacements. Always make sure that replacements are of the equal length, type, and exquisite due to the reality of the appropriate fittings.

6. Avoid Over-Tightening

A common mistake in fitting set up and protection is over-tightening the fittings. While it’s important to make certain stable health, excessive pressure can cause the threads to strip or the appropriate to crack. This can compromise the machine’s integrity, important to leaks or breakages over time.

When tightening fittings, use a torque wrench to make sure you are using the proper amount of pressure. Follow the producer's specs for the right torque putting for your particular fittings.

7. Control Environmental Conditions

The surroundings in which chrome steel fittings are installed performs a huge function in their sturdiness. While chrome steel is incredibly evidence in competition to corrosion, high-quality conditions, together with publicity to saltwater, chemical substances, or immoderate temperatures, can boost up put on. Controlling environmental elements can assist keep the integrity of your fittings.

For outdoor installations, undergo the use of fittings with a higher grade of chrome steel, which embody 316, which offers advanced resistance to harsh environments. In industrial agency settings, make certain that any chemicals in the machine are well matched with stainless-steel to prevent premature corrosion.

8. Maintain Proper System Pressure

Over time, fluctuating or immoderate device strain can cause strain on the chrome steel pipe fittings, leading to leaks, cracks, or failures. To save you this, frequently display machine stress and make certain it remains in the manufacturer’s recommended variety.

Install pressure comfort valves or pressure regulators in systems which might be at risk of strain fluctuations. This will help guard the fittings and one-of-a-type components from damage because of sudden stress surges.

Proper preservation of stainless-steel pipe fittings is important to ensure their durability and everyday performance in several packages. By following those turning into protection recommendations, inclusive of ordinary inspections, cleansing, monitoring for leaks, and converting worn additives, you could keep away from costly renovation and hold your structures strolling results easily.

At Sailesh Metal, we provide incredible choosing pipe flanges that are built to ultimate in a massive type of environment. If you're seeking out expert advice on chrome steel fittings protection, or need reliable fittings for your next project, touch us nowadays. With the proper safety practices, your stainless-steel fittings will serve you successfully for destiny years.