#Suspended Plate Magnets

[mpcomagnetics]

What are Suspended Plate Magnets

What are Suspended Plate Magnets Suspended plate magnets are essential tools in various industrial applications, primarily designed to remove ferrous contaminants from material flows. These magnets operate on the principle of magnetic attraction, effectively capturing unwanted metal particles that could potentially harm machinery or compromise product quality. 1. Functionality and Design The…

[gildui]

the trope where ghost only tolerates you for his pup. too bad the pup's dead. nothing but angst oopsie! OR: another fic where it's ghoap without the 'ap'. all gho and you. good luck.

"you and me," he says and drops silently next to you onto the cold concrete where you sit.

suspended in time, festering.

"ain't made for this, huh."

his voice is all baritone. cataclysmic. he can move the earth with the flex of his chords. and does he.

he knows he's won when he reaches for you and you don't flinch. he ruffles your hair with a gloved palm, mouth crinkling behind the mask.

"dunno what you were thinkin', bird."

you didn't either. hoping that you'd make it work—make him work. but he's always been unapproachable. stalwart. barbed wire and fences meters high.

you cross your ankles tighter, tuck your face between bent knees and shrivel inward.

"johnny's not the one for ya," ghost's voice rumbles like an impending storm and you sigh at even the mention of his name.

he's never been this chatty before, always looking at you like you were secondary. derelict debris revolving around the sun, obstructing his view. you pull yourself inwards and ignore his magnetism.

maybe, for once, ghost will get the hint.

he never does.

he grunts, knees cracking as he shifts (tectonic plates; the earth settles—a slow promise of how organic life disintegrates without its nutrients) to sit next to you.

"left you too," you say; forlorn, pitiful.

ghost huffs outward in humour. "yeah," he muses, gloved fingers thrumming against his knees.

he hasn't had a moment to relax, hasn't wanted one either.

"least i got to say goodbye."

"what an asshole comment."

"must suck to find out through a text," ghost ignores the way you tighten, head lifting from the halo of your arms, and glare into his side profile. "price didn't even call ya, did he?"

no point in answering when he's always right.

"gaz said it would be right if he did." he's waiting for you the finally break. jabbing at you for weak points—soft spots—because he's got none of his own left.

there was a reason you preferred johnny to them all.

you inhale, bracing yourself.

air tightens moments before the implosion; the promise of ruination. a black hole awaiting its chance to eat and eat and eat—

"musta forgot, yeah?"

when you drop back into your earlier position—knees bent, ankles tucked, your face in your arms—he finally looks at you. defeat.

success.

ghost sucks on his teeth.

it doesn't taste as sacharrine as normal.

"got me still," he says assuredly, but its the promise of a long-dead corpse.

you wonder if this is what it feels like to be suspended in dead space.

at least, you finally know what it's like to be suspended in dark matter. the boötes void. it's never been so promising.

"gonna good care o'ya, bird."

[kuroyukiss]

Swan Song🦢

❀Cho Sangwoo x Female Character

❀Warnings: age gap, (smut)

❀Authors note: English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes or awkward phrasing. This is just the first chapter!

In the heart of Seoul, darkness swallowed her small apartment—canvases stacked against the walls, the floor speckled with splashes of paint, and disorder in every corner.

It was the first apartment she had found, and probably the only one willing to rent to a foreign student with no guarantees other than a scholarship and a promise to follow the building’s rules. But in the end, she liked it. Despite being so far from home, from her family, she found a strange peace in that forced solitude.

Pulling her white sweater tighter around her, she curled up in the old wicker chair she had moved onto the balcony. A smile flickered on her lips as she listened to a group of drunken teenagers laughing and chasing each other on the sidewalk below. Maybe she had been like them once. Maybe, on a summer night, she had run through the streets of her own city, free of the burden of being perfect in everyone’s eyes, of meeting a thousand expectations, of being a disappointment to those she had already let down.

She loved the night—the smell of damp air, the way the cold pricked at her skin even in summer, the slow heartbeat of time passing. It gave her the illusion of belonging to the city, to a world she never truly felt a part of. And yet, even in that moment, she felt the weight of loneliness. A subtle, intangible loneliness, one that made her feel as if life was rushing past her like a wild river, while she stood motionless on the shore, unsure whether she wanted to dive in or be carried away.

A faint creak interrupted her thoughts.

Maya barely flinched, not turning around. She already knew what she would see—the sliding door of the neighboring apartment, opening with the quiet caution of a habitual motion. Her neighbor had stepped out onto the balcony.

She had never spoken to him. She didn’t know what his voice sounded like, didn’t even know his name. But at night, from time to time, she sensed his presence—nothing more than a silent shadow just beyond the wall, completely still, as if the weight of time slipped past him without leaving a trace.

Maya remained frozen. She couldn’t explain why, but every night, in the suspended silence between them, there was something magnetic—like the pull of two magnets never allowed to touch.

The lighter clicked twice before the cigarette finally lit, and the first exhale of smoke mixed with the cold air. His movements were measured, lacking the urgency of someone who smoked out of habit or boredom. There was a slowness, a kind of awareness in the way he smoked, as if the simple act of inhaling and exhaling held a meaning that eluded her.

Curiosity was eating away at her. All she had to do was turn her head slightly to the left, and she would see him.

And yet, she didn’t.

She kept her gaze fixed on the street below, on the neon lights flickering in the puddles.

He said nothing.

She didn’t move.

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Maya was well aware that the three hours of sleep she had managed to get that night wouldn’t be enough to get through the day at university. She dozed off in the cafeteria, her head resting near her plate, and again on her friend’s shoulder during abstract sculpture class. By the time she returned home that evening, she was dragging herself forward, her bag weighing heavily on her shoulder, her hair frizzy from the light drizzle that veiled the sky.

She pressed the button for the old elevator and waited patiently, rubbing her tired eyes. The moment the doors slid open, she stepped into the narrow, mirrored space, letting her back sink against the wall as she absentmindedly placed her transparent umbrella on the floor.

The doors were just about to close when a figure slipped inside with a quick, almost hesitant movement, as if he had debated entering until the very last moment. And yet, she was certain she hadn’t seen anyone in the brightly lit lobby.

The man was tall. Much taller than she had initially imagined. His presence effortlessly filled the tight space of the elevator. There was nothing overtly menacing about him, yet the way he occupied space—with that strangely inert, weary calm—made her uneasy as she pressed herself against the mirror.

He was dressed in an elegant, expensive gray suit. The crisp white shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, clung to his broad chest and shoulders with a natural ease, as if it were a second skin, while his cufflinks gleamed faintly under the cold lighting. Every detail of his attire seemed meticulously chosen, exuding a quiet, effortless confidence. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, brushing against the transparent lenses of his glasses, framing his gaze with a faint shadow.

The sharp scent of cigarette smoke curled into the stale air before the doors shut, stinging her throat and eyes.

And that’s when she realized.

It was him.

The neighbor who lived next door.

She had never seen him up close—only caught glimpses of him in the hallway as he shut his door with a precise, methodical motion, or leaning against the balcony railing, a cigarette burning slowly between his lips. There was something about his presence that had always made her aware of him, even though they had never truly met.

She took a small, almost imperceptible step back, instinctively distancing herself despite having nowhere to go, and hesitantly pressed the button for the eighth floor without thinking too much about it. The man merely observed her slender fingers hover over the glowing buttons without saying anything. Of course. That was his floor too.

Careful not to look at him directly, she focused instead on the way the elevator’s cold lighting cast shadows over his profile in the mirror—the sharp cut of his jaw, the downward tilt of his gaze, the dark lashes throwing faint shadows against his pale skin. He seemed completely unaware of how out of place he looked there, in that rusted, anonymous elevator.

There was something strange about the contrast between the refinement of his clothing and the way his body seemed accustomed to a constant tension, as if the suit were a thin cage—a polished armor meant to conceal a restlessness that never found peace. Arms crossed over his chest, his fingers moved absently, brushing against the fabric in a thoughtless gesture, like someone lost in thoughts he had no intention of sharing.

The elevator groaned as it crawled upward. The silence between them grew heavier, broken only by the faint hum of the lights and the steady rhythm of their breathing.

And that’s when she noticed his gaze.

It was on her—light, almost accidental, yet undeniably present. There was nothing intrusive about it; rather, he seemed distracted by his own thoughts as he observed her with quiet curiosity. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt warmth creep up her neck, burning her cheeks. For a moment, she prayed he hadn’t noticed.

God, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut, I probably have something on my face or in my hair. How did I not realize?

Maya held her breath, resisting the urge to check her reflection. But before she could decide, the elevator chimed, and the doors slid open with a soft jolt.

She didn’t want to look like she was running away, but she stepped out quickly, nearly tripping over her own feet. Digging through her black bag for her keys, she kept her eyes fixed forward, determined not to turn back. Fortunately, her apartment door was close enough that she could reach it in just a few steps.

She was sliding the key into the lock when a low, controlled voice spoke from her right.

“Is this yours? I saw you carrying it earlier.”

There was something deeply magnetic about his voice—something that unsettled and intrigued her at the same time.

She spun around, her heart skipping a beat.

He stood in the dimly lit corridor, tall and composed, holding her transparent umbrella between his long fingers, extending it toward her with a slight crease between his brows.

For a moment, Maya simply stared at him—at the firm line of his jaw, at the way his glasses reflected the dull light, at his dark eyes watching her, waiting.

She blinked, snapping out of it.

“Oh… right. Yeah, it’s mine.” Her voice came out slightly breathless. “Thanks.”

She reached out to take it, but when her fingers brushed against the cool plastic, he didn’t let go.

Just for a second.

So brief she almost wondered if she had imagined it.

Then, suddenly, his grip loosened.

The moment seemed to end there, but neither of them moved.

Maya still had the key halfway into the lock, while he stood before her, his gaze measured and distant, as if nothing that happened could ever truly surprise him. The tense silence between them was broken only by the soft drip of water falling lazily from the umbrella onto the floor.

Then, in a cool, detached voice, he added, “You should be more careful with your things.”

A faint shiver ran down her spine. There was something vaguely unsettling about the way he said it, something that made her feel strangely self-conscious, as if she had just been reprimanded for something she hadn’t realized she had done.

Her lips parted slightly—an instinctive reflex—but she didn’t get the chance to respond.

He had already turned away, the conversation ending right there, in that dimly lit hallway.

With slow, unhurried steps, he walked toward his door. The muted sound of his soles against the floor was the only thing left of him, along with the lingering trace of cigarette smoke in the air.

Maya watched him, still motionless, still gripping her key tightly. She saw the way he reached his door, the effortless motion with which he pulled the key from his suit pocket, the quiet precision as he slid it into the lock.

A faint click. Then the door shut behind him without a sound.

Maya remained still.

It was as if the hallway had suddenly emptied, as if, for a fleeting moment, his presence had been nothing more than a passing shadow—something almost unreal.

She swallowed, only now realizing how tightly she had been gripping the umbrella.

You should be more careful with your things.

The words still echoed in her mind. She couldn’t quite explain why, but there was something about him—his tone, his measured gestures—that left behind a lingering unease she couldn’t quite shake off.

With a distracted motion, she turned the key until she heard the soft click of her own door unlocking. She stepped inside without looking back, shutting it behind her with an almost unnatural slowness.

It wasn’t until she was alone, in the quiet of her apartment, that she realized she had been biting her lower lip so hard it left a deep imprint on her skin.

What a strange man.

Strange and irritating.

Strange, irritating, and incredibly fascinating, she thought, running a hand absentmindedly through her disheveled hair.

[glowingskull]

Shan't post photos of it here, but today I did some duct-tape-and-cardboard research for a ball-jointed doll costume. Or a drawing mannequin costume. Or a Sniper costume, if you're familiar with that doll.

Key takeaways:

humans have so many more degrees of flexibility than dolls.

shrugging into a front-zip ribcage will be better than using a spinal zipper, even if the spinal zipper is hidden by the spine.

the spine is going to have to stretch.

absolutely no idea what I'm going to do for the neck, except maybe a bunch of rings that are carefully magnetically closed.

knees are simple, and easy to give a ball appearance to.

hip joints are all sorts of fucky, and the flexing of the thigh doesn't make this any easier. I think I'm going to have to suspend the thigh plates from the front of the hip bone.

the hip bone will be fine with some revisions, and some sort of latching system to make it easier to remove when it's tight enough to not slide down.

the parts of the doll suit will need to be "shiny" in a way that distracts from the underlayer, yet the underlayer must not be so dull as to attract attention itself; it must merely recede into the background. A dark grey, perhaps?

[cemetery-irises]

Okay Jarhead notes!!

Even without being covered in tomatoes he's kind of just... dirty in general? He looks very unkempt.

His gloves are stained with something suspiciously too dark to be soup... And him having thick gloves makes me think that he may claw at himself or something which would explain that.

His suspenders seem bolted to his outfit at the front, which may mean they're used to restrict him.

Little interesting note, the plate on his belt is metal seeing as his magnet sticks to it!! Which makes sense. Why they let him keep it is a different question.

... what is that? Is that a patch? A tear? Why?

The sauce is shaped like a tear....

Also they didn't care enough to give him two matching socks????? Also his boots look like they have rivets... Are they metal too?

god this is so so so interesting i'm incredibly mad i'm in post limit jail fuck this shit

[etruatcaelum]

📂📂📂 for three of them! >:}

send 📂 for excessively granular hcs

ONE.

The modern practice of auralerie—aura manipulation—has its roots in the philosophical and theological writings of Azaria of Pinemoor. She termed aura the radix vitae, a primordial matter encompassing the four quarters of life: virtus, malus, nutus, and fatuus. (In modern practice, these are conventionally translated as virtue, vice, will, and fate: Azaria used fatuus figuratively to evoke the senseless, purposeless things which happen without reason.)

Azaria conceived of all living things as an admixture of the radix vitae with the eight rudiments: wood, iron, clay, resin, blood, water, glass, and light. Each rudiment represents one of the eight naturally-occurring dust forms.

Classical auralerie is no longer in widespread practice, having been displaced since the Great War by a more scientifically-minded outlook on aura, but prior to the fall, Beacon Academy still offers classical training as an elective option for interested students. The core tenets of this approach involve the pursuit of harmony between virtus and malus, and submission of the nutua to the fatuus, in order to balance the rudiments of the physical body.

TWO.

Remnant’s inner core is comprised mainly of ateroferric glass—a vitrified alloy of gravity dust and iron—suspended in a bubble of superheated atrum. The glass core exists in an agitated state, and is thought to be responsible for generating the planet’s magnetic field.

Above the core is a thick, viscous layer of molten silicates. This is denser than the underlying atrum: there is no scientific consensus regarding the mechanism that prevents it from sinking. Leading hypothesis include the possibility of the liquid interior having a rigid outer shell, and what is known as the emulsion theory—that is, that the silicate mantle does continually sink into the atrum layer, but is shredded and carried upward again by rising bubbles of atrum.

Irrespective of the precise mechanism, what is fairly certain is that convection in the mantle is driven partly by plumes of atrum rising from the liquid core. The upper layers of the mantle experience unpredictable turbulence driven by cooling of these atrum plumes, which has a significant destructive effect on the crust. Younger plate boundaries are characterized by high proportion ms of atrum in erupted materials; older ones extrude more magma.

Because grimm can survive under immense pressure and intense heat, it is not uncommon for effusive volcanic eruptions to erupt rivers of lava swimming with fully-formed grimm.

THREE.

Salem is intensely religious.

Her practice of religion is idiosyncratic and rather eclectic: she pays reverence to all four of the Tree’s aspects—those being the Artisan, the Walker, the Singer, and the Sleeper; to the God of Darkness; to the God of Animals, whom she still calls Omadios as was common in pre-antiquity Anima; and an assortment of other gods she’s collected through the centuries.

Whether they truly exist or not matters to her not at all. (In fact she worships Darkness specifically because he is gone.) Belief is not the point. She cares about the practice: the ritual, the acts of prayer and propitiation, the method that makes it real in every way that matters as far as she’s concerned.

The greater part of her scorn for Ozma’s zealotry is her loathing of the God of Light, but it is also partly motivated by her utter disdain for their praxis, which she thinks is hollow and spiritually vapid.

[ilearnedthistodaysblog]

#1196 When was the compass invented?

When was the compass invented? The compass was invented in China in the 4th century BC. However, it wasn’t used for navigation until over a thousand years later, also in China. A compass works because our planet has a magnetic field. The magnetic field is generated by the spinning ball of iron at the center of our planet. The core is a solid ball of iron inside a liquid ball of iron. When the liquid iron spins around the solid iron, it becomes a dynamo, a basic electric engine, and it produces an electric current. When you have an electric current, you get a magnetic field. This magnetic field is vital to life on Earth because it shields us from particles that come off the sun in the solar wind. These particles bouncing off our magnetic field are what create the beautiful aurora borealis. The magnetic field is also vital for many animals. We cannot see it without the aid of a compass, but there are a lot of animals that can sense, or even see the magnetic field and they use it to navigate. The magnetic field comes from the magnetic south pole and heads to the magnetic north pole. These are not quite the same as the true north and south poles. Magnetic North is about 1,200 km away from true north, but it is not constant and moves year to year. Right now, it is just north of Canada. Magnetic north is heading towards Siberia and it moves about 50 km a year. Airplanes, ships, and anything that relies on a compass direction needs to be updated every year so it can calculate the difference between magnetic north and true north. The first compass built in China was made of lodestone. Lodestone is a mineral called magnetite that has been naturally magnetized. Magnetite is a type of iron ore, but it is not naturally magnetized. Only the pieces that have been magnetized are called lodestone and nobody knows how they get magnetized. One theory is that lodestone is formed when magnetite is hit by a lightning bolt. Because lodestone is a natural magnet, it will align itself with the Earth’s magnetic field, pointing north and south. The Chinese cut the lodestone into a ladle shape and placed it on a bronze plate. The ladle was balanced so that it could rotate freely and the long handle always pointed to the south. Because of this, they were known as “south pointing spoons” or “south pointers���. The bronze plate had a circle cut into it to represent the Earth and markings for north, south, east, and west. The compass was not used for navigation, but for Feng Shui and for religious purposes. Over the next several centuries, the Chinese compass underwent a few changes. Instead of using lodestone, Chinese people worked out how to magnetize an iron needle. They found that when the magnetized iron needle was attached to a piece of cork and allowed to float freely in a bowl of water, it would rotate until it was aligned with the north. That meant it was now possible to take a compass with you because as long as you had water, you could set it up. By the 11th century AD, it was being used for navigation across land in China and by 1088, it was being used on ships. Because of its shape, it became known as the “south pointing fish”. The bowl was set on a board with North, South, East, and West painted on it, but these were soon increased to include 48 different positions. These compasses were probably used as a backup to the normal methods of navigating by the stars. The next step was dry compasses, which would work without a bowl of water. The magnetized needle was suspended on a small pivot point, which allowed it to rotate freely. Then, in about 1300, the compass style we use today was invented. The needle is attached to a round compass card with the cardinal directions and degrees on it. As the compass is rotated in the hand, the needle always point at north and the needle and the card with the directions move inside the box. That makes it much easier to work out where you are heading in relation to north. That compass was invented in Italy, but it couldn’t have been made without all of the inventions that came out of China. It is known that the knowledge first went to India and the Arabic world because in both of those places, compasses were called “fishes” or “fish machines”, which presumably came from the Chinese name. Compasses were carried there by traders and then onwards into Europe, as was the way with many things. Without compasses, it is doubtful that Europe would have been able to go on its Voyages of Discovery. And this is what I learned today. Try these - #458 What causes pins and needles? - #181 Why are some metals not magnetic? - #752 How does a Maglev train work? - #660 Is Earth an open or closed system? - #566 Who owns the North Pole and the South Pole? Sources https://www.earth.com/news/magnetic-north-pole-is-moving-faster-than-ever-as-it-races-toward-russia https://geomag.nrcan.gc.ca/mag_fld/compass-en.php https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_the_compass https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lodestone https://education.nationalgeographic.org/resource/compass https://nationalmaglab.org/magnet-academy/history-of-electricity-magnetism/museum/early-chinese-compass-400-bc Photo by Valentin Antonucci: https://www.pexels.com/photo/person-holding-compass-691637/ Read the full article

[aaryan-mwa-blogs]

How Different Audio Drivers Affect Your Listening Experience

When it comes to audio equipment, the term "driver" often comes up, but what does it actually mean? In simple terms, a driver is a component of a speaker or headphone that converts electrical signals into sound waves. Understanding how different types of drivers work can significantly enhance your listening experience, whether you're a casual music lover or a professional audio engineer. This blog will delve into the science of sound and explore how various drivers impact the quality of audio you hear.

What Are Audio Drivers?

Audio drivers can be found in various audio devices, including speakers, headphones, and earphones. Each driver type has its unique design and characteristics, leading to differences in sound quality, frequency response, and overall listening experience. Here’s a closer look at the most common types of audio drivers:

1. Dynamic Drivers

Dynamic drivers are the most commonly used type in headphones and speakers. They consist of a diaphragm, voice coil, and magnet. When an electrical current passes through the voice coil, it creates a magnetic field that moves the diaphragm back and forth, generating sound waves.

Pros: Dynamic drivers are known for their excellent bass response and ability to produce loud sound levels without distortion. They are versatile and can reproduce a wide range of frequencies, making them suitable for various music genres.

Cons: While they excel in bass response, dynamic drivers may sometimes lack the detail in higher frequencies compared to other driver types.

2. Balanced Armature Drivers

Balanced armature drivers are commonly found in high-end earphones and hearing aids. Instead of using a diaphragm, these drivers utilize an armature, which is a small metal rod that pivots on a fulcrum. The movement of the armature produces sound waves.

Pros: These drivers are known for their excellent clarity and detail, particularly in the mid and high frequencies. They are also compact, allowing for smaller earbud designs.

Cons: Balanced armature drivers may not provide the same level of bass response as dynamic drivers. Many high-end earphones use multiple balanced armature drivers to cover different frequency ranges, which can increase their complexity and cost.

3. Planar Magnetic Drivers

Planar magnetic drivers are a type of headphone driver that uses a thin diaphragm placed between two magnetic plates. When an electrical signal is applied, the diaphragm moves, producing sound waves.

Pros: Planar magnetic drivers are renowned for their clarity, precision, and ability to reproduce a flat frequency response. They deliver a more natural and lifelike sound, making them popular among audiophiles.

Cons: These drivers can be bulkier and heavier than dynamic and balanced armature drivers, making them less portable. They also tend to be more expensive.

4. Electrostatic Drivers

Electrostatic drivers are a niche type of driver that uses electrostatic charges to produce sound. They consist of a thin diaphragm suspended between two electrically charged plates. When an audio signal is applied, the diaphragm moves, creating sound waves.

Pros: Electrostatic drivers offer unparalleled clarity and detail, especially in the high-frequency range. They are known for their precise sound reproduction and have a loyal following among audiophiles.

Cons: They require specialized amplifiers to operate, making them less convenient for everyday use. Additionally, electrostatic headphones are often quite expensive and not as durable as other types.

How Drivers Affect Your Listening Experience

Now that we’ve covered the different types of drivers, let’s explore how they affect your listening experience:

1. Frequency Response

The frequency response of a driver refers to the range of frequencies it can reproduce. Dynamic drivers tend to excel in bass frequencies, making them ideal for genres like electronic and hip-hop. In contrast, balanced armature drivers shine in the mid and high frequencies, providing clear vocals and intricate details. Planar magnetic and electrostatic drivers can deliver a balanced sound across the entire frequency spectrum, making them suitable for critical listening.

2. Soundstage and Imaging

Soundstage refers to the perceived space around the audio, while imaging refers to how accurately the audio is positioned within that space. Planar magnetic and electrostatic drivers typically excel in creating a wide soundstage and precise imaging, allowing listeners to perceive the location of instruments and vocals more distinctly. Dynamic drivers can also create an impressive soundstage but may not achieve the same level of precision as planar magnetic drivers.

3. Distortion and Clarity

Clarity is crucial for an enjoyable listening experience. High-quality drivers, such as balanced armature and planar magnetic drivers, tend to produce less distortion at higher volumes, providing a cleaner sound. Dynamic drivers can sometimes distort at high volumes, particularly in the lower frequencies, but many modern designs have mitigated this issue with improved engineering.

4. Comfort and Fit

When it comes to headphones, the design of the drivers can impact comfort. Balanced armature drivers allow for smaller and lighter earbud designs, making them comfortable for extended wear. Dynamic drivers are often used in over-ear designs, providing cushioning that can also enhance comfort during long listening sessions.

Choosing the Right Driver for You

When selecting audio equipment, consider your listening preferences, the genres you enjoy, and how you plan to use your gear. If you're an avid bass lover, dynamic drivers may be your best bet. On the other hand, if you value clarity and detail, balanced armature or planar magnetic drivers might suit you better.

Understanding the science of sound and how different drivers affect your listening experience can significantly enhance your enjoyment of music. Whether you're a casual listener or a professional DJ, knowing the strengths and weaknesses of various driver types can help you make informed decisions when purchasing audio equipment.As you explore the world of sound, remember that reputable audio equipment shops like VIP PRO AUDIO  can offer a wide range of options tailored to your specific needs. With the right drivers and equipment, you can elevate your listening experience and truly appreciate the richness and complexity of sound. Happy listening!

[peppertoastuniverse]

the drowning – suguru geto

contents: geto suguru x gn!reader, comfort/hurt, fluff, gojo cameo, sugu being so sweet to you

summary: with a recurring nightmare plaguing your mind, you find comfort in suguru's reassuring words and warm embrace.

wc: 2.1K

you hear him mumble “you're starting to scare me...” as he pushes a lock of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “please tell me what's going on, sweetheart?"

you were no match for the rough waters that surrounded you. you screamed his name. in your panic you lost sight of him. the crashing waves were too much for you to stay linked together no matter how tightly you clung to him. but his lungs took on too much water, his reaching hands sinking down into the deep depths of the unforgiving waves. lost forever, he no longer belonged to you; the ocean claiming him.

in your despair you knew you would be next. you tried, you really did. it was almost a relief when you finally sank, the abyss easily swallowing you whole. you were grateful that his face was the last thing you remember. you felt lucky to be allowed this privilege, that his kind eyes were reassuring you until the very end. a groaning gasp is the first thing you hear when you jolt up in your cold bed. a recurring nightmare that left you in shambles, scrambling to recollect the pieces of yourself that lay scattered on your bedroom floor. you couldn’t catch your breath, your breathing coming in and out harshly. you could still feel the salt in your lungs, your legs tired from treading water. drowning was a silent struggle but losing him was a painful death.

you stare at the clock – 3 AM. again.

you exhale shakily. you touch your cheek in surprise to find that the waves in your nightmares making their way into your waking reality, settling in your eyes. the fifth time just this week. you were starting to worry that you were losing it, yet you knew you already had. the ocean claiming another thing dear to you.

wiping your eyes you hesitantly you get out of bed, discarding the restrictive blankets off you. your socked feet padded on the floor, striding across the room with purpose. like a magnet you dart to the room across from yours. you hoped that that he was safely back from his mission.

you raise your clammy hands to grab the doorknob but you hesitate, hand suspended in mid-air.

this.. this would be too far you decided.

you needed to calm down. get it together. it was just a nightmare...

it wasn’t fair to suguru to rely on him when you were in this state – you knew he had demons of his own. although he was your best friend, you felt guilty for leaning on him so heavily lately. regaining your senses, your hand drops into a fist and settles by your side. if you couldn’t save him in your dream, you could save him the trouble in your waking reality.

he didn’t need this, he didn’t need even more on his plate.

convincing that yourself that you were okay, you abruptly turn around to collide with a familiar a firm chest with a looming figure. ooomfffph.

he calls says your name softly, instinctually grabbing your forearms to steady you. meeting his violet eyes, you breath out a sigh of relief.

“looking for me?” suguru says with a soft smile, his slightly damp bangs hiding his tired eyes.

always. you were always looking for him and you knew that he would always find you, even when you were not lost.

he was here. he was with you. he was safe.

he must have just returned from a mission. a towel draped over his shoulder, loose pajamas hanging from his broad frame, it looked like he was getting ready for bed. you enjoyed him like this, relaxed and soft.

at your staring and unusual silence, he lightly drops your arms to get a better look at you. his narrow eyes widen slightly as they take in your haggard face and glazed over eyes, dark circles prominent. “hey.. what’s wrong?” his hands gently stroke the sides of your arms reassuringly.

hearing his voice – his concern – something within you breaks. the dam that was keeping your emotions at bay throughout the week, finally bursting. you rush at him, latching onto his broad frame, you throw your arms around his neck, drawing him close.

after the initial shock, you feel his arms wind around your trembling frame.   “what’s going on?” he asks worriedly, rubbing your back. you shake your head stubbornly, face buried in his broad chest. you were too scared to speak, worried that if you vocalized your fear, it would somehow come true. “you’re shaking.” he mutters, more to himself than you. noticing your irregular breathing, suguru cups your face in his hands, searching for the solution in his mind. you close your eyes as his thumbs gently circling your tear stained cheeks, his eyes stormy with the need to fix things gnawing at him. he was here. he was with you. he was safe. 

 “c'mon..” grasping at your shaking hands, he leads your trembling body towards your room, turning back to try to catch a glimpse at your face. suguru has seen you upset, he’s seen you cry, he’s seen you in a hysterical state – but never like this. he knew firsthand that you had nightmares and usually his touch was enough to bring you back to him. but this time, you were lost. he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. he hated seeing you in this state, so fragile, shaken from the echos of your panic.

opening the door, the light in the hall casts shadows in your cold room. warm hands still linking you to him, he guides you into the dark. wordlessly, you follow him. what was once unfamiliar and unending seemed more bearable with his presence. he encourages you to get back into your messy bed as he meticulously refluffs the comforter around you. once satisfied with his work and making sure that you’re comfortable, he sits on top the blanket at the edge of the bed.

you hear him mumble “you're starting to scare me...” as he pushes a lock of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “please tell me what's going on, sweetheart?" silently you pull the blankets from under him with purpose and encourage his tall frame to lay with you under the covers.  “.. are.. are you sure?” he asks not wanting to cross any boundaries you may have.

you make room for him as you pull away your meticulously placed covers and insistently pat the cold space beside you.

he obeys. you feel his reassuring weight beside you as he takes the spot that you unconsciously reserved for him. you almost scoff as throw your comforter over him when he did not move to cover himself. he gives a thin lipped smile, but it doesn’t erase the growing concern in his eyes. you meet his gaze as he settles on his side with a respectful amount of space in between you.

you wanted to sear his smile into your heart and use it in place of yours when you didn't have the energy. you wanted to sink in the way he would hold your hand under the covers, his hands memorizing your palms like they only created beauty. you were savouring the small parts of him that would eventually fade away in time. his stories were written in your history, his words an antidote for your racing thoughts, his presence reassurance that things would be okay simply because he was there. you look at him like you're trying to memorize every line in his face just in case you lose him again tomorrow night.

you lean your head on his shoulder. "please tell me?" he tries again, his voice gentle.

"n-nightmare."

suguru slowly wraps his arm around you so that you could lay comfortably in the space between his neck and his chest.

"the same one?" he says voice barely above a whisper, fitting your body against his, two halves of a whole. his large hands cradling your back gently, his damp hair tickling your face. you sniff slightly, glassy eyes staring into the violet abyss. you recognized concern painting his face, his thin brows furrowed, a small frown shaping his mouth. his worry for you all consuming. in your dreams he held the same expression and yet he felt different holding you. “it was.. different.” “different? how?” he encourages, narrow eyes squinting, still trying to find ways to make you feel better. to fix this, to find you.

“worse.” “worse? what happened..?” “you were there." "me?" you could feel the surprise in his voice, pitch moving up slightly, warm hands stilling. "yeah. you were.. I couldn’t find you.. i tried. I just- I couldn’t- .”

he gently shushes you, drawing you close “hey… hey, sweetheart,” he coos.

“..sweetheart, look at me.” he says patiently. you finally look at him and for the first time that night, you think you can see clearly. the first thing you see is him.

“look at me, look, i’m here.” he raises your hand and lays it on his chest, his hand over yours. you can feel his heartbeat, proof of his safety.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

he was here, he was safe. he was with you.

you lay head on his chest, memorizing his heartbeat, allowing yourself to be engulfed by his scent. fresh shampoo and sandalwood grounding you, proof that there were no more waves to worry you. his arms the lifejacket you never had. he somehow was woven into your mind, patches of him covering the parts where you were unravelling at the seams.

a large hand brushes away the tears that you didn’t feel fall. you shyly nuzzle your head in his chest, holding your breath making an effort to ground yourself.

“listen, I won’t let that happen. ok?” he says, squeezing you slightly. allowing your tears to collect on his baggy white shirt. “i’m a fantastic swimmer y’know.” a merciful attempt at a distraction, trying to coax a smile from you.

 “yeah? you… are?”  you say with your eyes closed, a pathetic attempt at a smile.

“yeah, better than you at least.” you feel his teasing smile against your forehead. you smack his chest lightly, chuckling at his playfulness.  

he stills with the sound of your laughter. relief evident in his boyish smile, you feel his soft laughter echo against your chest. your heartbeat happy to follow the same rhythm. it felt natural to follow him.

when you dared to look up at him, you saw that in his eyes was a mirror, a reflection of yourself shining back. in his eyes was too much love, it was overflowing, filling your empty cup, in his touch he promised that you would never go thirsty.

“you’ll never lose me because I’ll be right beside you.” he whispers. your eyes soften.

you nod, body finally relaxing in his hold. you gave into him like you have a hundred times before.

“can.. can you stay here tonight?” you ask hesitantly, shifting closer to his warmth.

you feel his strong arms tighten around your waist, pulling your body flush to his, heart to heart, anchoring you to him. 

"’’course, i can. as long as you want me, as long as you need me, I’ll stay."

you nod, a ghost of a smile threatening to break on your face. with him close at least your head was above water now.

before you drift off into sleep. you feel his lips on your forehead, a whisper of a shared truth. you were here. you were with him. you were safe.

for the first time in weeks you drift into a peaceful sleep, his breathing a lullaby made only for you.

you wake suddenly. you feel him beside you, long strong arms still around your waist. his head buried in your neck. you gently sigh as you feel him tighten his arms around you. he stirs with a soft whine. you feel the blankets shift as he sighs your name.

“mmph.. did you sleep okay, sweetheart?” he mutters, voice still half asleep, muffled by the pillows. you feel the warmth of his breath on your neck.

“yeah. how about you, suguru?," you ask leaning back into his touch.

he freezes. he pulls away slightly to look at you. there was something in his eyes that you didn't recognize.

“did you just.. call me suguru?”

you blink, your eyes meeting his pale face painted with concern.

“did you.. did you have that dream again?” satoru asks. your heart drops.

sympathetic arms pulling you closer to him. his blue eyes reminding you of the depths that stole him from you.

you lost him all over again. you had drowned.

a/n: eeEeee! this turned out differently than i thought it would...

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[earthscience-review]

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4 Things you (probably) didn’t know about the center of the Earth

Have you ever wondered what it’d be like to tunnel straight down through the center of the Earth? If you’ve never wondered about it before, I dare you to not contemplate the mantle after going through this Core Curriculum.

Under the Sea (there’s more Sea)

Your middle school earth science class likely gave you a clear mental picture of the Earth’s layers. There’s the oceanic crust, the mantle, the outer core, and the inner core. At no point is there another layer of blue between the rock layers. However, new research suggests that more of the ocean lies under the seafloor than above. These water reservoirs were created over billions of years as subducted tectonic plates brought down surface water.

Between which layers is the secret Sea? It’s a little more complicated than that. The first underground ocean is in the transition zone, between the upper and lower mantle. However, the water is stored not as a solid, liquid, or gas but in a 4th state: a solute in high-pressure rock.

Ringwoodite is a brilliant blue phase of magnesium silicate, which is only stable at pressures existing around 400 miles under the surface. An article published in Science in 2014 introduced the now-popular theory that this layer is a big step in the water cycle. If just 1% of the transition zone is H2O by mass, this layer has 3x as much water as the ocean.

Another study published in Nature Geoscience on November 13 found evidence that not all water subducted into the mantle stops in the transition zone. If the water reaches the core, it reacts violently with the core materials to form a thin layer of metallic liquid. This is the forbidden stage of the water cycle, and it explains phenomena climate scientists have been wondering about for ages.

2. The grind isn’t always 24/7

That’s right. 1.4 billion years ago, there were only 19 hours a day. Really, no two days are ever the same length. Many things have affected how long it takes for the planet to rotate. These include the moon’s gravity, the melting of polar ice caps, and even earthquakes.

Recently, however, the core has begun decelerating the planet’s spin. This is because the core spins independently of the mantle. The mantle and outer core are molten rock, but the intense pressure at the planet’s center keeps the inner core solid. The inner core is only suspended in the mantle and can slosh around however it (and gravity) wants it to. This solid piece used to spin faster than the rest of the planet, but a study published in Nature Geoscience in January suggests that since 2009, it’s been slower than the planet.

It’s unclear yet why the core is doing this. However, we know this affects the entire planet because of the conservation of angular momentum. Since the planet’s mass is redistributed, its rotational velocity changes.

3. Never Eat Soggy Waffles…unless?

We can also thank the core for the planet’s magnetic field. Heat radiates from it, driving convection currents that move electrically charged particles in the molten outer core. The field generated by those currents is responsible for shielding life on Earth from cosmic radiation. It aligns our compasses and shapes animal brains for navigation. However, Earth’s polarity has a tendency to switch up.

The poorly understood process of field reversal involves a 90% weakening of the magnetic field before the poles swap places. North and south flip at an average interval of 200,000 years. It’s been 780,000 years since our last reversal, which is longer than humans have been around. Since it was first measured in the 1830s, the strength of the magnetic field has decreased by about 10%. This trend and an unusual gap in the magnetic field over the South Atlantic Ocean caused some sensationalist science news last year over fear of a catastrophic field reversal in our lifetimes. The magnetic field rift that has caused satellites to malfunction is pictured below.

This plausibility of imminent field switch was denied in an article published by the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences last year. The field will flip again. However, it won’t be instantaneous. Geomagnetic reversals take hundreds to thousands of years. So, we wouldn't know a switch was happening until it was more than halfway over.

4. The mantle brought you into this world, and it can take you out

Maybe you’ve heard of the Goldilocks Zone, an ideal size and distance from a star that planets need to support life. And while the planet’s position is crucial, so is catching its geology in its sustaining life era.

In a study published in Nature Geoscience this September, models that predict future climate change forecasted the end of all mammals in the distant future. 250 million years from now, it's likely that the movement of tectonic plates—pieces of the uppermost mantle—will form a new supercontinent, Pangaea Ultima. Because of its nature as a supercontinent, most life on it will be without the cooling effect of ocean currents. Volcanic activity and a hotter sun won’t help either. In the model, only 8% of Pangaea Ultima’s surface area will be habitable for mammals.

I hope you’ve learned something new about the center of the Earth! With the speed at which research is developing, this post could be outdated next week. Either way, it’s worth spending a little less time thinking about the world around you and more time thinking about the one beneath you.

Image sources:

https://www.sciencelearn.org.nz/resources/337-inside-the-earth

https://www.ucl.ac.uk/earth-sciences/news/2019/may/deepest-blue

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Atlantic_Anomaly

https://climate.nasa.gov/explore/ask-nasa-climate/3104/flip-flop-why-variations-in-earths-magnetic-field-arent-causing-todays-climate-change/

https://www.nature.com/articles/s41561-023-01259-3

References

Farnsworth, Alexander, et al. “Climate extremes likely to drive land mammal extinction during next supercontinent assembly.” Nature Geoscience, 25 Sept. 2023, pp. 1–8, www.nature.com/articles/s41561-023-01259-3, https://doi.org/10.1038/s41561-023-01259-3. Accessed 28 Sept. 2023.

Kim, Taehyun, et al. “A hydrogen-enriched layer in the topmost outer core sourced from deeply subducted water.” Nature Geoscience, 13 Nov. 2023, https://doi.org/10.1038/s41561-023-01324-x. Accessed 16 Nov. 2023.

Nilsson, Andreas, et al. “Recurrent ancient geomagnetic field anomalies shed light on future evolution of the South Atlantic anomaly.” Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, vol. 119, no. 24, 6 June 2022, https://doi.org/10.1073/pnas.2200749119.

Schmandt, Brandon, et al. “Dehydration melting at the top of the lower mantle.” Science, vol. 344, no. 6189, 13 June 2014, pp. 1265–1268, https://doi.org/10.1126/science.1253358.

Yang, Yi, and Xiaodong Song. “Multidecadal variation of the Earth’s inner-core rotation.” Nature Geoscience, 23 Jan. 2023, pp. 1–6, www.nature.com/articles/s41561-022-01112-z, https://doi.org/10.1038/s41561-022-01112-z. Accessed 26 Jan. 2023.

[snowleopardcatdragon]

Some random studio stuff.

Top left is a lapidary machine. It’s basically a giant grinding wheel. It uses diamond grit wheels to grind and polish gemstones.

Top right is chemistry in action. The blue liquid is Sparex pickle. Pickle is an acid- sulfuric? Dont recall- used to remove oxides from metal after soldering. Copper gets suspended in it, and if you add iron it does a chemistry- something with ions? And causes the copper to deposit on metals in the pickle. In this case, Im copper plating over my messy silver solder joints.

Bottom video is a magnetic polisher. Its full if little steel needles, and theres a spinning electromagnet in the base. When the polisher is on, the magnet spins the needles and polishes your stuff. Its really good at getting down in all the little crevasses.

[hongkongmaono]

Varieties of Different Types of Microphones

All amplifiers convert sound energy into electrical energy, yet there are a wide range of approaches to finishing the work, utilizing electrostatics, electromagnetism, piezo electric impacts or even the adjustment of obstruction of carbon granules. Amplifiers are utilized in numerous applications, for example, phones, recording devices, portable hearing assistants, film creation, live and recorded sound designing, in radio and TV broadcasting and in PCs for recording voice, VoIP, and for non-acoustic purposes like ultrasonic checking.

With regards to amplifiers utilized in music recording or live execution by far most of mouthpieces utilized are either capacitor or electrostatic or dynamic or types of microphones. The two kinds utilize a moving stomach to catch the sound, yet utilize an alternate electrical standard for changing over the mechanical energy into an electrical sign. The effectiveness of this transformation is vital, on the grounds that the measures of acoustic energy delivered by the voices and the instruments are so little.

Dynamic Amplifiers

Dynamic amplifiers work through electromagnetic enlistment. They are powerful, generally modest and impervious to dampness, and thus they are broadly utilized in front of an audience by vocalists. There are two essential sorts. The moving loop mouthpiece and the lace amplifier.

Dynamic mouthpieces enjoy the benefits of being generally modest and hard wearing, and they needn't bother with a power supply or batteries to make them work. A lightweight stomach, normally made of plastic film, is joined to a tiny curl of wire suspended in the field of a super durable magnet. At the point when a sound goals the stomach to vibrate, the entire gathering fills in as a smaller than normal power generator, and brief electric flow is created. Since the electrical result is so tiny, it must be enhanced utilizing a mouthpiece preamp. Dynamic mouthpieces are best while working with generally clearly sound sources that don't contain a ton of extremely high recurrence subtleties.

Capacitor Receivers

Capacitor mouthpieces have been around for a long time, and albeit present day ones really do integrate a couple of little specialized enhancements, the sound person has truly changed very little. Probably the best sounding capacitor ones were planned quite a while back. The primary piece of the capacitor receiver contains a couple of directing plates, one fixed and the other as a moving stomach. While the separating between the plates changes the capacitance fluctuates, and in the event that a proper electrical charge is applied to the capacitor, an electrical sign is delivered, which dependably addresses the stomach vibration.

Capacitors are more costly than their dynamic partners, yet they are likewise substantially more delicate, and can catch high recurrence detail considerably more precisely. Moreover, the capacitor standard, in contrast to the powerful rule, loans itself effectively to the creation of receivers with switchable pickup designs, albeit the less expensive models will generally offer simply a decent Cardioid design.

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TFA Shockblurr with a side of bondage, sensory deprivation, knife play, overstimulation, and roleplaying? (Blurr rping as an Autobot torturer and as Shockwave his hapless victim please?)

Anon I need you to know that I love you. I had so much fun with this! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it 💖

The chains rattled as Shockwave jerked, yet another overload rolling through his entire frame. He's suspended from the ceiling, pedes dangling just above the floor with arms above his helm. Drool bubbles up from around the gag, and there’s a wet, obscene sound as transfluid gushes out of his valve. It’s pinned open, spread around a massive, vibrating false spike as big as Blurr’s arm. It’s magnetized to the walls, so no matter how much he squirms and cants his hips, no matter how many times he cums and floods his valve with more release, it remains tightly in place. It’s buried in deep, tip pressed cruelly to his ceiling node, buzzing and rubbing and grinding on the spot that would have him seeing stars if it weren’t for the blindfold covering his single optic.

“Ready to talk yet?”

Shockwave’s antlers twitch–he can hear him, can hear his captor. Somewhere to the left- no. Somewhere to the right? In front of him now? His vents heave, gasping for air in a desperate bid to cool his overheating frame.

Something sharp, too sharp to be the autobot’s tiny, delicate finger, scrapes gently up his chassis. The captive spy shivers, making a muffled yelp when the movement makes the toy nestled inside him press harder against the roof of his valve. Blurr had had to be creative with the gag, though muzzle is perhaps were accurate. With no mouth of his own, vocalizer trapped behind the expressionless face screen, the only way to properly stop him from talking was a muzzle, large, bulky, wrapped around the bottom half of his helm and hooked at the back of his neck cables.

Shockwave shakes his helm as well as he can, and the sharp feeling is back, pressing harder this time, and the soft sting of a thermoblade registers on his sensory net. Blurr traces the knife up his chassis, over his proud, purple insignia, and Shockwave jerks. He can feel Blur smirking when he presses down, just a bit, warping the paint and the sting turns painful for a moment.

The blade travels higher then, over his first shoulder plate, then-

Shockwave’s whole body arcs as the searing hot blades sinks into the seam between his treads, spike and valve spasming in tandem. That’s a sensitive spot, Blurr knows that, and in fact is snickering in delight as he delicately maneuvers the blade through, tracing through almost as if preening. His prisoner is shuddering now, charge sparking visibly on his frame. His cooling fans whine threateningly. His coolant reserves must be nearly depleted by now.

“Talk,” he whispers, and his voice is so clear that Shockwave is sure he must be right next to his audials. The autobot exhales a vent over his right antler, and he shudders. So, so close. “All you have to do is talk, and this will all go away.”

Never!, is his response, unintelligible between the muzzle and the vocalizer muting code they’d implanted just for this. Never, never, never! He’d sooner offline than betra-

The heat of the knife presses to the back of his neck cables, and Shockwave tenses in anticipation. His spark is pulsing, thrumming erratically, the very real threat of such a small, seemingly inconspicuous weapon spreading molten fear and arousal punching through his systems. Such an insignificant blade would hardly even warrant so much as a blink under normal circumstances, but here… here, he is at Blurr’s mercy. And Blurr is dangerous, any who would say otherwise is a fool. He’s a competent agent, one of the very best, intellect, ungodly speed, and a very real, very hidden vicious streak all rolled into one. It only comes to light in times like this, when his partner is completely at his mercy. He would have made a fine decepticon. He could tear Shockwave apart at any moment, and that excites him even more than kneeling at Megatron’s pedes.

“I’d rethink that if I were you,” Blurr is behind him now, he’s sure of it. He jerks his helm as if to follow him, but he’s still blind. He feels a slim arm wind around his chassis, the heated knife presses at the front of his throat. His first neck cable sizzles, and a bead of energon wells up. Then a second, and a third. It stings, and spills in a single, thin thread down his chassis, right over his violet insignia. “Talk!”

He stays as still as he can. For a moment, there’s only the sound of his wheezing breaths and the toy still buzzing mercilessly in his valve.

No.

There’s a clicking sound and he howls as the toys somehow speeds up, buzzing faster even though he’s sure it was already on the highest setting.

“What would Megatron think, I wonder?” Blurr is in front of him, his warm glossa licking a long, single trail from his pelvis to his neck, cleaning up the tiny bit of spilt energon. He kisses Shockwave’s neck for a moment, right over the wound, and he’s so hypersensitive that the little peck makes his whole body jerk. Never mind the sharp nip that Blurr delivers right after. “Maybe I’ll take some holocaps and send them to him.”

No, no! Not that!

“Would he appreciate it?” Blurr’s free servo closes around his spike, achingly hard and bobbing in the air. He pumps it twice, thrice, and it erupts in overload, spilling glowing transfluid all over them both. He can’t help it, he’s cum so many times, his whole body is going up in flames-

“We already know where he is,” he continues, giving Shockwave’s spike a cruel squeeze. He yelps. “There’s no use trying to protect him now. Talk! You can still save yourself.”

His helm is grabbed roughly, jerked down, and he’s sure that Blurr is glaring at the blindfold, right where his optic is.

He will not break. He will not surrender. Not ever.

No.

Blurr huffs, and the thermoblade returns. This knife is scraping sideways down his chassis, going for his insignia. The same one he’d worn proudly every day for over 4 million stellar cycles. Shockwave stills. He wouldn’t- no-

“Last chance, decepticon scum,” the interrogator growls, voice lower than before. “Before I rip this off and brand you an autobot.”

The overload that crashes over him is so intense that Blurr jumps back, electricity arching off of his lover's frame and scorching his servos. Shockwave’s whole body bucks, backstruts bowing as he rolls through wave after wave after painful wave of the most intense, processor-blowing pleasure he’s ever experienced. His severely darkened HUD blinks several warnings, blaring at him, every message interlaced with severe static before he drops offline, forced to reboot, body left limp and dangling in his chains.

He blinks awake laying on the berth almost a megacycle later, no longer wrapped in his restraints. He’s sore, every strut aches, and Blurr is sitting beside him with a shy smile and a cube of energon. “I… I didn’t hurt you, did I?” the speedster sounds almost bashful.

“No,” his systems ping him scoldingly when he sits up. His helm throbs, and he definitely won't be walking properly for awhile. Still, though, underneath the ache, the war frame is deeply satisfied. “That was perfect.”

[molagboop]

I'd like to examine the statue in Corpius's boss arena. The asset's name is cut_54_scorpiusstatue. There's also another version called "scostatuefull_cut54". Assets related to Corpius are denoted with the term "scorpius". Whether this is a typo or an internal name isn't clear to me, but I'm not terribly bothered by it.

Judging by the upturned palm and the way the camera focuses on it during the cutscene, this statue may or may not have held the cube containing the Spider Magnet ugrade. There are two other large statues with unique designs that hold an upgrade cube in an outstretched hand, so it doesn't seem terribly implausible. Granted, the other two statues are holding their cubes a little closer to the ground, and this one's pretty high up.

Update: concept art further implies that it most likely held the cube.

That begs the question of how the cube got into Corpius's tail, but Chozo technology has a tendency to make use of both artificial and organic components. I'm capable of suspending my disbelief for giant monsters holding power suit upgrades in their flesh. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if Corpius getting ahold of the cube was purposeful. The Mawkin are a tribe of warriors: the idea of having a fledgling hunter slay a beast to win an upgrade for their power suit as a rite of passage makes sense to me.

Anyways, that's enough about the cube.

The statue's forearm has three bands running across the underside. This may be depicting a type of gauntlet that is fastened to the arm with metal or leather bands: the rounded bits in the center of each band look almost like fasteners or buckles of some kind.

The scuted plates protecting the outer arm up to the hand seem to reinforce this idea.

There are cables connected to the back of the neck. You'll also notice there are circular bits on the slate above the statue's head. Four of the ceiling-bound cables (2 on each side of the statue, all localized behind the shoulders and on the back of the neck) descend from these pads. As for the purpose of the cables, I have two ideas. We have concept art of Chozo guardian statues connected to cables seemingly to divert power to them. Given that the statue is sinking, we could also assume the cables were included in its construction to keep it standing if the ground became unstable.

The shoulders aren't identical: as you'll notice in the images above, the one covered by the statue's carved cloak lacks the semi-circular armored covering we see on the exposed left shoulder. This pauldron has ruddy cable-shaped flourishes hanging from it. They remind me of those decorative cords or tassels you might find on an old English military official or a decorated noble. I have no idea what those are called, so if somebody who knows what I'm talking about and is more familiar with historical "high-status" or military fashion could weigh in, I'd be indebted to you.

The left shoulder also has a round spherical "joint" between the shoulder and the bicep.

The cloak is, in fact carved. The cables coming up the back of the statue don't actually connect with it, but in-game, the camera angle gives you the illusion that they are.

Onto the greaves. The armoring on the legs consists of metal plates, with a gap leaving the thighs free for mobility.

The rounded joints on the ankles and knees and the plating over the calves/feet are consistent with the design of a Chozo power suit, right down to the metal caps covering the talons and the protective plating that extends down the "thumb" of the foot.

While I'm comparing the statue to real Chozo armor, I'd like to point out that the overlapping plates covering the back of the neck are also a hallmark of the power suit, and it might not be so odd to see the shoulder "double capped" as we see on the statue's right arm. Compare the first image in the set below to the statue's thighs, and the second one to the shot of the shoulders/neck.

I used images of Raven Beak's power suit for comparison, but I don't necessarily think this is a statue of Raven Beak. It's not impossible, but it could also represent some other important figure in the Mawkin's history, or it was carved to resemble a non-descript warrior with a variety of traits that are packed full of tribe-specific symbolism. Heck, it could represent the Phantom Cloak's inventor.

In any case, it's a neat installation.