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Welding Supervisor: Key Responsibilities and Skills You Need to Succeed

In the world of metal fabrication and construction, the role of a Welding Supervisor is crucial for maintaining quality, safety, and efficiency. This blog will provide a detailed understanding of the responsibilities and skills required to excel in this role, along with insights into welding inspection processes and their importance.

Who is a Welding Supervisor?

A Welding Supervisor is a professional responsible for overseeing welding operations, ensuring adherence to safety protocols, quality standards, and efficient workflows. Their expertise directly impacts the success of welding projects, making them a vital part of the team.

Key Responsibilities of a Welding Supervisor

1. Supervision of Welding Activities

Manage welding teams and assign tasks based on skills and project requirements.

Monitor daily operations to ensure timely completion of welding tasks.

2. Quality Assurance through Welding Inspection

Conduct or supervise welding inspections to ensure weld quality meets project specifications.

Implement corrective measures when deviations are identified.

3. Compliance with Safety Standards

Enforce workplace safety protocols to minimize hazards.

Conduct regular safety training sessions for welding personnel.

4. Documentation and Reporting

Maintain records of welding activities, inspections, and materials used.

Prepare and present reports to project managers and stakeholders.

Essential Skills for a Welding Supervisor

To thrive as a Welding Supervisor, one must possess a combination of technical and soft skills:

1. Technical Expertise

Proficiency in welding techniques and procedures.

Knowledge of welding inspection standards and practices.

2. Leadership and Communication

Ability to lead and motivate a team.

Strong communication skills for effective coordination with clients and team members.

3. Problem-Solving Abilities

Quick decision-making in challenging situations.

Analytical skills to troubleshoot welding issues.

4. Familiarity with Regulations

Comprehensive understanding of industry codes and standards like ASME and ISO.

The Importance of Welding Inspection

Welding inspection is a critical aspect of ensuring the structural integrity and quality of welded components. By identifying defects early, welding inspections prevent costly repairs, enhance safety, and ensure compliance with regulatory standards.

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Office Hours - Chapter Nine

Summary:

After getting some guidance from Shadowheart and Karlach, you and Astarion sit down for a much needed conversation.

Pairing: Astarion/f!Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.9k Tags/Warnings: none (for this chapter, see AO3 for a full list)

It's happened. I've left the realm of vampire smut and gone full-on vampire romance. Go check out Zaria for more amazing screenshots of the professor.

Read on AO3 ~ Masterlist

There’s a knock on your office door as you’re packing up, getting ready to leave. Your heart skips a beat before you remember that he’s not usually one to knock. You look up and see Shadowheart in your doorway, long silver braid swinging down her back. You eye her suspiciously.

“It’s an awfully long walk from the Divinity School...” you say slowly, your tone playfully accusatory. She pretends to be affronted, holding her hand to her chest.

“How dare you, can I not drop by my best friend’s office at the end of the day?” she says with an artificial gasp. 

“And just maybe sneak a peek at the hot TD in the process?” you smirk at her and she flashes you a cheeky smile. 

“I mean if we happen to wander past the set... design.. workshop on the way to your car, I wouldn’t say no,” she says in a sing-songy voice, and you laugh at her attempt to correctly name the location where Karlach works.

“The scene shop is in the literal opposite direction, but we can pretend like it’s not,” you quip and gesture to the chair in front of your desk. “Sit, I’m just gonna be a minute longer.” She daintily perches on the arm of the chair while her eyes scan the various show posters on the wall.

“Ooh, Venus in Fur, what’s that one about?” she asks innocently and you scoff as you slip your laptop into your bag.

“Don’t be coy, Hallowleaf. I want details. What happened the other night with Karlach?”

She fiddles with the end of her braid and tries to hide her smile. “Nothing too exciting,” she sheepishly admits. You swing your bag over your shoulder and smugly narrow your eyes.

“Mmm-hmm. Well let’s go casually head over to the other side of the building, away from the parking lot.” You try to suppress your shit-eating grin as much as you can, but you still see the tips of Shadowheart’s ears tinge pink. 

The two of you walk across the lobby of the theater and into the backstage area towards the scene shop. You pass through the wide double doors and see Karlach sitting on a stool, elbow resting on her knee, while she talks to Fytz, the shop supervisor. When Karlach spots you, she puts her arm up and waves.

“Hiya, soldier! Nice of you to visit!” She clears her throat in an attempt to sound cool and disaffected as she adds, “Hey there, Shads. Good to see you again.” You hear a little giggle escape Shadowheart’s throat that you know she will absolutely deny if you bring it up later.

“Hey Karlach, Fytz. How is the build for the new play going? What’s the name of the playwright again?”

“Barcus Wroot. The set has been a nightmare to put together, we’ve never had to deal with so much welding,” Fytz says with a heavy sigh, jokingly wiping sweat from her brow.

“But man is that little freak a riot,” Karlach adds with a bellowing laugh. “He’s been great to work with, I’m glad we chose him for the new play slot.”

“I’m so excited to see it. Shade, you should come with us to opening night,” you say, turning to Shadowheart. “It’s an absurdist comedy called The Tinker, and it’s fucking hysterical.”

“Yeah, you should come with us!” Karlach squeals enthusiastically. 

“Sounds like a lovely time,” Shadowheart says coyly in an attempt to not give away her hand, but you’re fairly certain that her feelings for Karlach could be witnessed from outer space.

“Oh, and soldier, you never filled us in on what happened with Dammon! I saw you two leave together,” she adds suggestively, and the guilty pang returns. You mentally acknowledge it and return your focus to the conversation.

“It’s far less interesting than you think, but maybe this should be discussed over drinks instead,” you say with a smirk. “Fytz, would you like to join us?”

“Oh, thank you for the offer, but I shouldn’t. I’ve got the feller and a little one to get back to,” she replies genially. Shadowheart frowns and fiddles with her braid.

“I’d love to go, but my bank account would be none too pleased with another trip to the Elfsong,” she says, her voice brimming with regret. 

“Well I’ve got some brewskies at my place if you don’t mind sitting on the floor. I’m still waiting for my couch to be delivered,” Karlach adds brightly, and you feel Shadowheart’s energy change very quickly.

“That sounds fine!” she responds almost instantaneously, and you try not to giggle. She hates beer, and you can’t exactly picture her sitting on the floor.

“Great!” Karlach beams and hops off the stool, sending it scooting backwards with a metal screech. “I’ll text you the address,” she adds to you, then shoots a quick wink at Shadowheart, causing her to flush a deep pink. 

***

This is your first time at Karlach’s, and you’re surprised by how quaint her house is. She lives in a little cottage outside of the city with an overgrown garden out front. When you and Shadowheart approach the door, you hear a deep woof from inside even before you ring the bell.

“No, Clive, get back!” Karlach’s voice rises above the din of the dog’s barks. She opens the door a crack, clearly blocking the creature behind her. “I hope you’re okay with dogs,” she shouts. You can feel Shadowheart stiffen; she had a nasty run in with a wolf as a kid, and large dogs still make her nervous. You surreptitiously grab her hand and give it a quick squeeze.

The two of you slide through the narrow opening to keep Clive from running outside. His appearance surprises you; a dark brown chow chow, at first glance you almost think he’s a small bear. He’s jumping up on both of you excitedly and Shadowheart nervously takes a step back. Karlach notices her apprehension and sharply commands Clive to sit with a snap of her fingers.

“Oi! Clive!” she barks at him, and he immediately settles down and stares at you with black beady eyes, tongue lolling out of his mouth happily. “He’s very friendly, he just gets excited to meet new people,” she adds in apology.

“Gee, I wonder where he picked that up from?” you tease, and Karlach throws her head back with a laugh. 

“Go on into the living room, I’ll grab us some drinks. Shads, do you want me to lock him up?” She checks in with Shadowheart, her brow furrowing with concern. 

“No, no, don’t worry about me!” she squeaks out. Then, after taking a moment to compose herself, she continues, “I’ll be fine if he continues to sit nicely like that.”

“Y’hear that, Clive?” Karlach addresses the dog and he looks back at her blankly, not a single thought between his fuzzy ears. “Ya gotta sit nicely or else the pretty lady won’t come back. Oh and Shads, go ahead and grab a dining room chair if you don’t want to get dog hair all over that cute dress.” Karlach flashes a toothy grin and Shadowheart responds with a look that almost makes you feel like you’re intruding on a private moment. 

You awkwardly clear your throat and they both jump slightly, almost like they had forgotten about you entirely. You head into the living room, sitting on the round orange and yellow rug beneath the coffee table. Shadowheart follows and grabs one of the mismatched wooden chairs at the dining room table, bringing it over to where you’re sitting.

“Gods Shade, you must be down real bad, you don’t even like beer,” you whisper, keeping your voice low so Karlach won’t hear you in the kitchen a room over. She shushes you with her hand, nevertheless.

“I’m always willing to try new things,” she responds haughtily, but her wrinkled nose gives her away. 

“At least you can maintain your dignity and not sit on the floor,” you tease, shoving her knee. 

“Hey, I’m a big fan of sitting on the floor. Picnics? Wasting away the hours in a little garden? I’m just not now, because,” she hesitates, eyes darting to Clive, who is still sitting obediently by the door.

Karlach returns with three unlabeled bottles and places them down on the table. You and Shadowheart each take one, and she eyes the dark brown glass warily.

“My friend Aradin makes these in his basement. Well, ‘friend’ might be pushing it, he’s a bit of a twat. But I’ll be damned if he doesn’t make a good craft beer,” Karlach says with a laugh and holds out her bottle to toast. The three of you clink and you take a sip. It’s dark and sweet with a rich finish. Shadowheart takes the smallest of sips and tries to mask her disgust with a smile. Karlach either doesn’t notice, or pretends not to.

“So soldier, fill us in, what happened?” She curls one leg beneath her and rests her drink on her other knee, leaning forward excitedly. You shake your head, disappointed that you’re about to dash her dreams.

“I mean, literally nothing. We kissed, I freaked out, and he drove me home. I feel bad, too, he’s such a cutie and I feel like I led him on.” You frown, his words still echoing in your head. It’s not manipulative to not know what you want.

“Oh, he’s a big boy, he’ll get over it. He certainly doesn’t have a lack of suitors banging down his door,” Karlach says with a laugh. Shadowheart puts her beer on the table and crosses her legs, clasping her hands together around her knee.

“What freaked you out, was it Astarion?” she asks, her lips pursed. You take a big sip to avoid answering the question right away.

“Yeah. It still felt unresolved with him, and that wouldn’t have been fair to either of them. Any of us, to be honest.” You fidget with a loose thread in the spiral rug and you can still feel Shadowheart’s gaze boring into you.

“And now?” she asks pointedly, and you respond with a noncommittal shrug.

“We talked. He apologized. Now I just need to figure some things out,” you reply vaguely. Shadowheart lets out a cackle.

“He owes you so much more than just an apology after the shit that he’s pulled,” she sneers and Karlach snickers.

“A boatload of flowers, at least, and unlimited foot massages,” she says with a nod, taking a sip of her beer.

“I mean yes, he did more than just apologize,” you say, shaking your head. “We talked and realized we weren’t as much on the same page as we thought we were. He thought we were playing a game, we just didn’t actually talk about it beforehand.”

“Seems like a pretty fucking important step, if you ask me,” Shadowheart snarls, and Karlach’s eyes flit over to her, the corner of her lip tugging upwards.

“Is it a game you’d wanna play if you were in on it?” Karlach asks, tilting her head. You let out a heavy sigh.

“That’s the thing, yes,” you say despondently.

“Then why d’you sound so sad about it?” Karlach presses and you curl your knees into your chest.

At some point in the conversation, Clive pads over and sits between you and Shadowheart, the picture of perfect behavior. She doesn’t even register that he’s near her - she’s too focused on you.

“I guess,” you start, scraping your nail along some residual glue on the bottle from the previous label. “I’m working on accepting this new part of me. This thing about me that he discovered before I did.”

“What, that you like it a little rough?” Karlach asks with a salacious wink, and Shadowheart picks up her bottle again to hide her reddening face behind it. Clive shuffles over to her and rests his chin on her lap. She absentmindedly scratches behind his round, bear-like ear.

“I mean sure, if you want to be crass,” you mumble, still slightly embarrassed. 

“Wait, but hold on,” Shadowheart interjects, waving the hand holding the bottle. “What about the potion he slipped into your food?” Karlach’s jaw drops.

“Soldier, he spiked your food?” She sounds horrified, and you wonder why it didn’t upset you as much as it probably should have. 

“Listen, I know it sounds bad, but I don’t think it was that sinister. It was a charm person potion, which to my understanding isn’t super potent,” you say as an excuse, but the words ring hollow even to your own ears. You’re not sure you fully understand the effects yourself.

“And what does it do, exactly? I can never keep track of these new potions they keep coming out with,” Karlach asks, and you pull out your phone. You type ‘effects of charm person potion’ into Google and look at the results.

Rhetsim’s Charm Person Potion:  Instantly make yourself irresistible to anyone!  Subdue any who might hold hostility toward you and  make yourself just a dash more charming to them. Effects last for one hour. Potential side effects include dizziness, nausea, and the  drinker might know they’ve been charmed after the effects wear off.

You frown at your phone, possibly even more confused than ever. 

“It seems like the primary effect is to make the drinker... less hostile? I had never shown him any hostility - well, at least not after the first time we slept together.” You chew on your lip, and Shadowheart scoffs.

“Come off it, Tav, you’re constantly hostile towards him,” she cackles and you scowl.

“He still could’ve just talked to me first,” you grumble, unwilling to admit that she’s right. Karlach and Shadowheart speak over each other in enthusiastic agreement.

“Oh absolutely, 100%, he definitely should have.”

“Besides, what kind of damage could I possibly do? Look at me, I’m not very threatening.” You gesture at your 5’2” frame and Karlach laughs.

“Anyone could be threatening enough with a stake,” Shadowheart shrugs and takes a sip of the beer before remembering she doesn’t like it with a face.

“Sorry, what?” Karlach’s mouth is agape, and Shadowheart looks at you apologetically.

“Shit, sorry, do people not know?”

“I genuinely have no idea, I don’t know why it took me so long to get it. I feel like it’s pretty obvious the second you notice the signs,” you laugh. It’s not like he works very hard to hide the bite mark on his neck.

“So Cardigan’s a vampire... huh, I feel like that explains a lot,” Karlach says and you can see her mentally cataloging the same things you did when you first found out. “I guess I can’t blame him for being cautious. We can’t help who we are. Or what’s been done to us.” Karlach’s eyes grow glassy and suddenly she’s very far away. Clive leaves his post at Shadowheart’s side and immediately goes over to Karlach, licking her face. She comes back to reality and laughs into his fur, giving him chin skritches.

“So what’s next for you two?” Karlach asks, setting her beer on the table so she can pet Clive with both hands. “You both want to get freaky, but you just need to talk more?” Shadowheart makes a face of distaste.

“I mean what do you two actually know about each other? How many conversations have you had that weren’t just foreplay?” she asks, and you open your mouth to protest, but quickly close it again.

She’s right. You can’t think of a single conversation that you’ve had with him that wasn’t brimming with sexual tension. The closest you’ve gotten was when you taught his class, but even then you only kept it in check for the sake of the students.

“Quick, what’s the unsexiest date you can possibly think of?” you ask suddenly.

“The museum?” Karlach asks, and Shadowheart looks at her coquettishly.

“I don’t know, I think the museum is pretty romantic,” she says, her voice bordering on a purr. Karlach’s ears flush a violent purple and you clear your throat for the second time that night to remind them of your presence.

“Maybe bowling?” Shadowheart suggests, completely disaffected by the puddle she just reduced Karlach into.

“That’s not a bad idea,” you muse. “It would help if you two were there. Then you can also give me your more candid opinions,” you offer, and Karlach pulls herself together.

“Ooh, group date! I can invite Wyll!” she says excitedly.

“I don’t want him to feel like a fifth wheel,” you say, scrunching your nose as you think. “I suppose I could invite Gale, that wouldn’t be weird, right?”

“No way, the more the merrier!” Karlach lights up while Shadowheart gives you a tight-lipped look. She knows about the weirdness that Gale has caused in your relationship with Astarion, but she refrains from saying anything, at least for now.

“Gods, I haven’t been bowling in ages,” Karlach says, fully oblivious to the silent exchange between you and Shadowheart.

Your phone lights up with a text from Astarion. Your heart leaps into your throat - you don’t think he’s ever texted you before. Karlach and Shadowheart both crane their necks nosily.

You swipe open your phone to see a picture of His Majesty gnawing on the corner of a heavily scratched and chewed 48 Laws of Power.

-He agrees with you on the merits of this book.

You let out a sudden laugh that causes Clive to jump slightly. You turn your phone around to show them the picture.

“Oh my gods, is that his cat?” Karlach giggles, and Shadowheart rolls her eyes.

“Looks like a weird little rat,” she says, and you protectively take your phone back.

“Shut up, I think he’s cute,” you say defensively.

-Clearly he’s a man of good taste.

“Look at that smile,” Karlach hums, and Shadowheart smirks. You stick your tongue out at them and turn your attention back to your phone. You stare at the brief exchange for a moment, take a breath, then text him again.

-Do you mind if I swing by? I have thoughts too big for text messages.

-Most thoughts are. You’re most welcome to.

“I’m going to head out, I wanna go talk to him before it gets too late,” you tell them, hoisting yourself to stand.

“Aww, c’mon, we’re having a great time!” Karlach whines.

“Yeah, and I haven’t finished my beer,” Shadowheart adds, holding up the full bottle.

“Well, Shads, if you wanna stick around, I can always drive you home later,” Karlach says, her voice heavy with suggestion. 

“Alright, alright, I can take a hint,” you laugh, holding up your hands. They both make halfhearted protestations. “Stay safe, you two. Shade, text me when you get home. You know, whenever that might be,” you wink and head out the door. It’s barely closed behind you when you hear the telltale smacks of kissing.

***

You’re unsurprised when he opens the door before you get a chance to knock. Your heart is threatening to jump out of your chest and he’s expecting you. You feel something clench deep in your core when you see him. Hair slightly tousled from a long day, top few buttons of his shirt undone, sleeves rolled up just past the elbows. He looks like he could’ve just stepped off the cover of a GQ magazine.

“Come in,” he waves you inside, and you can see the eviscerated copy of the book still lying on the floor. His Majesty is curled up a few feet away, purring contentedly. You sit on the couch, resisting the urge to curl your knees up into your chest.

“Would you like me to sit beside you, or...?” he asks vaguely, and you gesture to the spot on the couch next to you.

“No, please, sit, it’s your home. You should at least be comfortable,” you laugh without much humor. He sits stiffly, almost like he’s afraid to spook you.

“So what are these ‘big thoughts’ you’re having?” he asks, and you force yourself to look at him, despite your discomfort.

“Being with you feels... different... than anyone else I’ve ever been with,” you begin slowly, and he watches you intently. “And I had a hard time dealing with that. And no matter how good you make me feel, it was outweighed by these feelings of disgust and loathing I had for myself. 

“The reason why I was so mad that night after the theatre, besides the fact that it was tailor-made to piss me off-” you throw him an accusatory glance and he shrinks from your gaze. You soften. “Sorry, I-”

“No, don’t apologize,” he says quickly. “Please, go on.” You take a deep breath and continue.

“Because even that was proof that you know me better than I know myself. I couldn’t let myself fully succumb because I was worried about what it would say about me, as a person.

“I’ve never been with someone who is so completely attuned to what my body wants that they know things before I do. And that’s cool! And, like, also terrifying? Almost like there was a conversation happening without me.” Astarion shifts uncomfortably. 

“So, anyway...” you finish lamely, not wanting to say anything else before you give him a chance to respond. His red eyes are round and watery, his brow canted upward into an expression of concern. After a moment, he speaks.

“You are the most expressive person I’ve ever met,” he starts quietly, and you almost need to lean forward in order to hear him better. “You wear your heart proudly on your sleeve, and that’s something I admire about you. I’ve never been very good at genuinely expressing emotions, even before...” he trails off, but the meaning is clear. Before he was turned.

“I’ve carefully constructed the persona that I show to the world. Centuries of crafting the person people see me to be so that I’m always in control. And you saw right through that. Immediately. And I believe you hated me because you could see how disingenuous I was at all times.”

“I didn’t hate-” you start to say and he looks at you over the top of his glasses pointedly. “Okay, well. I think that was as much about me as it was about you, if not more.”

“And because I’ve spent so many years desperately trying to control how people see me,” he continues in spite of your interruption, “I find it rather freeing when I have the privilege of controlling you. I’m able to stop worrying about myself for once, and just focus my energy on you.” 

His lip quivers and he takes a shaky breath. “That only works, I suppose, if you want me to take control. I thought you did. I’m so deeply sorry.” He looks away from you.

“But that’s the thing,” you place your hand on his chest to call his attention back to you. You feel a flutter of motion, his blood moving slowly through his unbeating heart. 

“That’s the thing,” you repeat yourself softly, your gaze fixed on the point of contact. “I did. I do. Want that.” Your eyes flit up to his face. “I’m just... coming to terms with it.”

The two of you sit together for a moment, your hand pressed to his chest, until his skin has absorbed its warmth and they’ve reached the same temperature.

“It’s just nice to not have to think for a bit,” you finally say, pulling your hand back into your lap and he lets out a small shudder at the loss of contact. “To let my brain go blank. To not have to make a decision. To just... be.” The words feel new even to your own ears. Without thinking, you kick off your shoes so you can bring your knees up into your chest. 

You look back up at him, your expression suddenly cold and serious.

“But I need to know I can trust you, Astarion.”

The two of you stare at one another for longer than you can count. He finally breaks your trance with a steady nod.

“I understand. And I’m willing to do what it takes to earn that trust.” He hesitates, then takes off his glasses to really look at you. “You... you’re incredible. You deserve something real. I want us to be something real.”

“I do too. More than anything,” you respond quickly, and you see the tension in his brow melt away.

“And maybe what ‘real’ looks like, at least for now,” he says, his voice much more steady, “is to be together without sleeping together, for as long as you need.” You sit back on your heels and chuckle.

“You know, that almost sounds like a challenge,” you say a little breathlessly. You want nothing more than to tear at his button down, for him to flip you on your back and to fuck you mercilessly. But he’s right. If this is going to be real, whatever that means, then you need to discover what the relationship is outside of sex. And more importantly, you need to figure out what exactly it is that you want, and how to communicate it.

“You don’t need to figure it out all on your own, you know,” he says, and you snap your attention back to him.

“You did it again. That thing where you’re basically reading my mind,” you pout slightly, but soften at his sheepish grin.

“I told you, you’re very expressive.”

The two of you sit in silence again, and you wiggle your toes absentmindedly against the goldenrod couch cushion.

“I probably shouldn’t ask if I can kiss you,” you murmur, paraphrasing his words from the other day.

“Whatever it is that you want, darling,” he says, and you look up at him mischievously. 

“Well you tell me, you’re the expert. What do I want?” you taunt, feeling emboldened by the conversation. He smiles dangerously. Suddenly his hand is twisted into your hair, holding you but not pulling, and his lips graze the sensitive skin below your ear.

“I can think of a few things, love,” he purrs, his nose tickling your earlobe and his fangs barely scraping your artery. Your breath hitches and you shiver audibly. You let your body arch into him, yearning for contact. He lets out a low chuckle. “But perhaps what you need is a different story.”

He holds your chin lightly between his thumb and forefinger and kisses you gently. Your hands move to cup his face, your left pinky lightly skating over his scar. He breaks the kiss but keeps your face close to his as you steady your breathing.

“I hate it when you’re right,” you rasp in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Something you’ll have to get used to, I’m afraid.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and lets you go. Your mind flits back to the conversation with Shadowheart and Karlach. You need to have an opportunity to get to know him in an environment where you won’t end up like this, barely able to keep your hands off one another.

“Do you want to go bowling?” you ask, and he blinks at the sudden shift in tone.

“What?”

“Bowling. With Shadowheart and Karlach, and some other friends. And me, of course,” you mumble the last part, almost embarrassed by the instinct to clarify.

“I- I suppose. I don’t know if I’ve ever been,” he says with a frown, and you suppress a laugh.

“You’ve never been bowling?” you ask incredulously. He glares at you.

“Can you possibly imagine me in a bowling alley?” he scoffs, and the laughter bubbles out of you. You break down into a fit of giggles at the mental image of someone as refined and sophisticated as Astarion in a dingy, sticky-floored bowling alley.

“Alright, you’ve made your point,” he mutters and playfully pushes your face away. Your giggles eventually subside, and the two of you are back to sitting in slightly awkward silence.

“I should probably leave,” you finally say with a sigh, slipping on your shoes. He nods and stands up to walk you to the door. You linger for a moment longer in the threshold.

“Yes, darling?” he asks as though you have more to say. You do. So much more. But the words are swirling around your head in a jumbled mess, and you couldn’t make sense of them even if you wanted to.

“Nothing. I’m just... thinking.”

“I’ve noticed, you’ve been doing that a lot these days.”

You scrunch your face in annoyance and he smiles. He kisses your forehead again, and you lean into his touch. You look up at him and your breath catches in your throat, and before you can stop yourself you’ve flung your arms around his neck and started kissing him hard. He presses his hand into your lower back and you whimper into his lips. You finally wrench yourself away, panting, and you admire his puffy lips and dazed expression.

“Right. Bowling. I’ll text you,” you say breathlessly.

“Bowling. I... look forward to it.” The lie makes his voice sound stilted. You flash him one last smile and tear yourself away from his doorway before you do something you regret.k

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Chronivac Support!

Just used the Genealogy function of the Chronivac, bro. Um, it basically meant I can edit the family tree. I got the smartass idea to check what would happen if I was the fruit of another tree.

So I targeted the biggest jock bully in high school. He's the single son of that family, and I was just going to be his brother for a day or so. So I moved myself from my family tree to his tree as brothers, but I forgot to set a timer!

In this new reality I didn't get the Chronivac so I can't undo! Help! Fuck, I feel like slowly becoming this jock version of me, bros with my bro.

Dude, what are you complaining about? It happened exactly what you wanted. Your dad's a shift supervisor at the steel mill. A brick wall of a man. Your big role model. And that of your older brother. You came after each other pretty quickly. Your brother is just 10 months older than you. Many people today think you are twins.

At home, you have raw manners. Since your mother died, your father runs the household like his employees. You have learned that nothing works without discipline. And that you will perish as a weakling. And that you can only succeed as a team with your family. That's why you joined the wrestling team with your brother. At the same time, you fight together as a team, but also against each other. That's what welded you together. And that made you strong.

Yes, you are both known as bullies at school. Your coach has had to call you to order more than once. But you just can't help it, wrestling is your life. So sometimes you get rough. And you two are the stronger ones, so you can hurt others unintentionally.

A wrestling summer camp like this is great. Wrestling on the beach. Just your thing! Why did you text me again? You don't have a Chronivac account, but I'll do a favor for hot wrestlers… Bigger dick? More muscles? Less brain? Just get in touch!

Great pic of you two found @buddeez

[greeneyedsigma]

*Tilestone (one of the Galley-La foreman) giving newly hired Rob Lucci and Kaku their introduction tour and handing them off to their new supervisor, Paulie*

Tilestone, rubbing the back of his neck: ...and that about covers it. You’ll get into the swing of things before long, but if you have any questions you can ask your supervisor.

*they approach Bay 5, and as they get closer they can make out the unmistakable sounds of a contentious argument and discover a short woman with blonde hair cut to her shoulders, pushed back from her face by a pair of welding goggles standing toe to toe with a large pirate captain, the pair screaming at each other*

Tilestone looks unconcerned, grabbing the blonde’s shoulder and interrupting her mid-tirade: Geez, Paulie, you’re going ultra-sonic. Simmer down. *He jabs a thumb over his shoulder at Lucci and Kaku* Got your new boys.

Paulie tossed them a shrewd look before she turned back to the Captain, grabbing him by the open neck of his shirt and yanking him down to her eye level: Listen up, you can either pay for the work at the amount you were quoted for or I can keep your ship and burn it to ash.

Random Pirate Captain, cowed into submission: Yes ma’am

Paulie, lets go of his shirt, patting the bunched material with a cute smile, a dimple appearing in one cheek: You can go on up to the payment office then, I’ve already sent the invoice over.

Random Pirate Captain, visibly smitten now: Yes ma’am.

Tilestone, grumbling under his breath: Iceburg’s gonna be pissed.

Kaku, raising an eyebrow: Because she just assaulted a customer?

Tilestone, choking on a laugh: What? No! *He nods at the retreating Captain’s back* Because that one has the look on his face that says he’s gonna be asking Paulie out before he leaves. Iceburg’s gonna be a jealous bastard about it.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

SWORDTEMBER '24, DAY 22: TARTAN

Item ID: SH-2422 Item Name: Traveler’s Walking Stick Category: B-2, C-3 Origin Point: Paloin Rollfelds, Stondalc Owner: Ptolmar Loxfallen Description: An old, thin greatsword disguised as a walking staff. Square-patterned fabric wraps loosely around the dull blade, then continues down to where the blade attaches to a long, metal rod. Examination reveals that the sword was hastily welded to the shaft, then later reinforced for more permanence. The owner attempted to file this item as solely a mobility aid for hiking. Legally, this item is classified as a polearm, due to the affixed blade (regardless of how dull or sharp it may be). A subclassification of “ceremonial” has been granted in respect for the owner’s usage of it, granting it the secondary category of C-3 (incidentally dangerous, level 3). Supervisor’s Notes: I will never understand why so many people seem to think that they can intentionally mislabel items in order to fill out less paperwork. Never once have I seen somebody successfully pull it off. Although, I guess a few of them have technically managed to fill out less paperwork by passing it on to us… though there are certainly delays (and oftentimes fees) involved. At least this guy seemed to be fairly understanding about the whole thing.

[writesaboutdragons]

365 Promises of God

Day 306 – We Are Presented Holy, Blameless, Above Reproach

in the body of His flesh through death, to present you holy, and blameless, and above reproach in His sight-- (Col 1:22 NKJV)

Read: Colossians 1:21-23

Many years ago, I worked for a company that made air conditioner registers, the very common variety that exist in almost every home with central heat and air. The plant that made these registers was located in Mexico, and I was sent there to train them how to use our computer system to properly plan to forecast. When I got there, I was given a tour of their seven million dollar production line. It was a simply amazing and complicated process of stamping and spot-welding metal parts, and a paint line that painted the finished products. They were sparkly when they were carefully set on a conveyor system after being professionally painted and dried. Beautiful parts moving back to back along a conveyor.

We followed the conveyor for what was about 50 yards, to a packaging station where 7 workers were packaging the parts. Each register was put in a fancy individual box buy guy #1, which was quickly folded and taped by guy#2, and guy #3 would take the completed individual boxes, and put six of them in a carton. Guy #4 would tape the cartons up and stack them on a pallet. Guy #5 would drive off with a full pallet, once complete, and guy #6 would place a fresh pallet in that place. Guy #7 was frantically forming cartons and individual boxes, and was always behind.

Since Guy #7 couldn’t keep up with demand, shiny registers passed everyone by, one by one, and fell on the concrete floor, getting marked and dented as a pile of finished not-so-new registers built up on the floor. I pointed at the guy waiting to put a pallet on the floor. “You should help that guy make boxes! He can’t keep up!”

His response was, “No, I’m the guy who places the pallet.”

I looked at guy #5. “You’re not doing anything while waiting for that pallet to fill up. You need to help that guy make boxes!”

He said, “No, I’m the guy that takes the pallets away.”

I spied a shiny red button by the end of the conveyor. I pointed to it and asked guy #7, “Why don’t you press that button and stop the production line until you can catch up?”

Everyone there started shaking their heads frantically, “NO NO NO NO! Only the plant manager can stop the production line!”

I then asked guys 5 and 6 to help guy 7, again, pointing at the stack of damaged registers. They repeated to me what their jobs were. I just shook my head as we walked away from that travesty in manufacturing.

I asked one of the supervisors why they were destroying expensive and perfectly good parts and why the workers couldn’t shift to fill the bottlenecks in the process. He said everyone had a specific job to do, and that they would get blamed if that job didn’t get done. Helping somebody else would expose them to getting blamed if that job wasn’t done right, and they were not required to do it anyway.

I mentioned that no matter how good a job they all did at their own pieces, they were all at fault if we shipped boxes of bent registers to our customers. He shrugged and said that the blame for that would go to the plant manager, who was the only one allowed to shut down a production line for any reason.

Less than a year later, the plant manager took the fall for this and many other manufacturing issues they discovered. He really did get the blame for them, and in a lot of respects, he deserved it. Compare this to the company I now work for, where workers freely move from position to position on a production line, helping each of them complete a production run. If anything is wrong with the parts at any stage, they can and do shut the production line down, because they all know that it’s better to fix an issue that caused 10 bad parts than to continue letting it run, producing a thousand bad parts.

You can bet that if we produce an entire run of mislabeled product, somebody is going to catch the blame for it, possibly losing their job. Blame is a painful thing to be on the receiving end of. I’ve gotten blamed for many things I didn’t do, and many other things I did. If you stacked those things I earned blame for, if each were an inch that blame train would be a thousand miles long. It might be the same for you too.

Isn’t it comforting to have a promise like this in the Bible, that we are going to be presented by Christ to God as holy, and blameless, and above reproach? All those things we did? The mistakes we made, the errors in judgement, even the willful sins we’re sorry about now, the ones we regret and hope nobody finds out about? Those have all been nailed to the cross, dear Christian, and you will NEVER have to get shouted at about them again.

Prayer:

Lord, thank you for this beautiful promise, that I won’t have to get blamed for what I’ve done, when I get to heaven. I can hardly wait. Help me, Lord, to keep short accounts with you, today. Amen

[valsnonsense]

Prince Jones

"Hey! Could you do me a favor and pass me the ratcheting wrench? What do you mean 'what is that'?"

Parents: Lownote Jones and Dante Crescendo

Siblings: Franchesca Jones (Elder Sister)

Age: 20

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Genre: Pop Rock/Alternative Rock/Funk

Voice Claim: Ryan Tedder (OneRepublic)

The youngest of Lownote and Dante, and one of the smartest engineers to come out of the Funk Tribe. Clever, thoughtful, if not a bit crass, Prince works every day to push technology to it's limits.

Prince works primarily as an engineer for hire in Trollstopia, taking on all kinds of jobs whenever they arise. He's one of the more popular engineers due to his glowing reviews, making him busy almost 24/7. When he's not working on individual jobs, he works as one of the main lead engineers on the Trollstopian Bullet Train.

On the rare occasion he isn't working, Prince can be found in his lab at home, experimenting with new gadgets. Lownote is often found in there with him, mainly as a supervisor to make sure Prince doesn't push the boundaries too far. He's had incidents in the past with blowing up his lab (and nearly himself), so he has to have a chaperonage in there with him.

Prince gets along well with his family, and loves them dearly. He's mostly seen with Lownote, since he's a renowned scientist. Prince is constantly asking his father questions about the things he's worked on, and often comes to him with his blueprints for new inventions. He has a typical sibling relationship with Franchesca, with the two of them being on opposite ends of the spectrum personality wise.

Music wise, Prince has a preference for pop-rock and alternative-rock. He doesn't sing or perform often, but when he does, he likes to just let the music guide him, as he puts it. He's always had a love of rock music, and likes to put a twist on it. Prince is one mean guitar player, having been trained by his Auntie Val.

Prince currently resides in Trollstopia alongside his family.

Fun Facts!

Prince has a bit of a rivalry with Oak, son of Smidge and Milton. Since he's the lead engineer on one of the Trollstopia Bullet Trains, and Oak is it's conductor, there's a bit of a spat between them as to who's train it is.

Despite having wings, Prince can't really fly. His wings are too small for his funk sized body. He can use them to slow his descents if he jumps from a high place, however.

Prince momentarily trained under Choco, daughter of Branch and Poppy. Before going into engineering, he wanted to learn how to weld metals and such, leading him to take a temporary apprenticeship under the Pop Princess. Choco is so proud of his success, and often jokes around with others, telling them she taught him everything he knows (she did not just how to use forges without burning ones self)

Prince can indeed walk on all fours like most funk trolls can. However, with his short neck, he looks kind of awkward while doing it (at least in his mind)

And that's Prince! Loved designing this little man, I needed another grease monkey. Prince is definitely a kind of "mad-scientist", and would create crazy machines to take over the world if he wasn't supervised (Dante does NOT let him tinker alone ever since he nearly blew himself up).

Family portrait will be posted tomorrow! And after that, we'll finally see our "main character" of my NG~

Oh and if the formatting looks weird on the post i apologize I wrote this one out on my computer instead of my IPad.

Voice Example: Secrets (OneRepublic)

[thesevro]

[cassius bellona] sit, goodman

Cassius Bellona/Male Reader Smut Word count: 2.7K words Minor Light Bringer spoilers below the cut.

CW: Sex (i.e., oral sex, exchanged masturbation), vulgarity Reader constraints: Gold-born, an engineer of the Rising

Lyria, literally filming every horny interaction between you and Cassius with the audio: “If you don’t let me suck your dick, I’m going to kill myself. Take your pants off right now, or I’m going to pull the trigger!”

——

The days on the Archimedes have settled to take on a daily rhythm of hustle between every member of your crew. Cassius watches you weld a piece of scrap in making a miniature ship engine from scratch. He acts as an ostensibly ‘innocent’ supervisor of this engineering endeavor by his favorite engineer (he can’t even build a rubix cube via holo). Lyria knows he isn’t because you are half-naked and every bit of your skin is built with toned muscle that ripples with each movement. And you’re sweating like hell. Cassius hasn’t ever made you sweat like this in bed, not even when you’ve had him up against the wall. Lyria knows because he has told her all about his grand adventures withyou. In appropriate detail of course.

Lyria secretly films Cassius’s hungry eyes. If you don’t let me suck your dick is a line from the audio playing on her datapad. It fits perfectly with the way Cassius’s face changes as you move away from the miniature engine to heave a huge lump of scrap over your head to carry it towards the engine. Take your pants off right now, or I’m going to pull the trigger is the line that plays as Cassius swallows, desperation finally catching in his eyes as (Name) sets the scrap piece down with a hard grunt. 

Cassius calls out encouragement in what might be defeatist attempt at pulling himself together. “(Name), you’re doing well! Be careful to let the crankshaft anneal properly, lover.”

He sounds like he still has two functioning and so not-horny brain cells, at least. You give a measured nod without even looking back at Cassius. The only things you’ve ever been so enamored by aside from Cassius are engineering machine parts and numbers. The level of the focus flow you have sunken into must be staggering.

When his professional Engr. Husband has finished, Cassius moves toward you and tosses you a towel. You mutter your thanks, barely audible to Lyria, and sigh. A soft groan leaves you as you stretch your neck and the muscles there pop. Soon as the sound leaves your mouth, Lyria leaves. She knows what comes next, especially after seeing Cassius’s hungry eyes on you.

“Tired?” Cassius asks in a low, quiet voice. Damn near sensual. He’s turning on the charm, but you don’t notice. Even when he gives you that cocky smile, all smug with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. You only continue to stretch your sore muscles, using the grip you have on his shoulders to contort your body into long stretches.

You give another sound of relief as the tight joints in your shoulders pop. A sound that goes straight to Cassius’s loins. This, you know. This, you use against him. There are times when acting sexually stupid provides some of the most satisfying rewards. Today, you will be rewarded with Cassius lifting you up the wall by your ass to spread you open and show you what he really wants and what he really means by that hooded look he’s giving you with his pretty golden eyes. Oh. No, he’s giving you the ‘I’m getting on my knees for you’ look. 

You wonder if you’ll taste a little better with the briny sweat beading all over your body, like he does after training with Darrow. 

“A massage will do you a lot better than hanging onto me like a baboon,” he jokes. You laugh. 

Then you go serious after three seconds of laughter. “Don’t call me a baboon.” 

“Yes, sir. Now sit.” He pulls away from you to move a chair and push you into it. You fall with the intentional force of his hands. “You ought to relax. You keep working yourself to death like this and you’ll end up like Darrow with his twelve dozen knee surgeries.”

He sounds sincerely concerned. Knowing your schedule, you’ve barely done half the work Darrow has in three years. “Cassius. I’ve fought in forty-eight hour long corridor fights with thirty minutes of sleep in between. This is less than a walk in the park.” 

“Hm.” For a moment, he looks discontent. You observe him. Your words are a reminder, you find, of all he chose not to be of help in. Again, he chooses to be unfair with himself and his heart. “Close your eyes. You won’t be fighting for even a minute with me around or while we’re here, lover.” 

You do as he says. You hear the shift and rustle of fabric as he moves. You feel his hands slide over your bare torso. You heard no footsteps, so he must still be in front of you. Cassius’s rough palms caress the V-lines of your pelvis then under the bulge of your chest muscles. Beneath his touch, you shiver. 

“Cassius,” you sigh. “Bit sore around the thighs. Been squatting, carrying—”

“240 pounds of metal. Nothing for you, or me, but do it enough times and anyone would get tight muscles.” He clucks his tongue, and oh gods do you love it when this man starts taunting you. Your eyes open and you peer down at the man on his knees before you. He shakes his head. No. You don’t want him to be disappointed in you. You’d do anything to please him. “You start listening to me when I tell you to rest.” 

Your pants are suddenly very tight.

“Are we clear?” he says. You nod. 

“Crystal, Cassius.” You smile. “Will you help me through it, husband?”

Cassius rests his head against your thigh. “In many of the ways I love to.” 

At his mercy, you submit. He gives you a wolfish grin. “Should I help with the biggest muscle first or the others?”

“I need you, Cassius.” You know how good that gets him. And you’ve always been an easy catch when it comes to him. You pull Cassius’s hand into yours. With your grip over the top of his hand, your thumb splayed over his knuckles, you brush his palm over the hardness in your pants. You shudder at the fleeting touch, at the way his gaze morphs into something darkly predatory. “I need you to touch me here.” 

Without hesitation, he slips your pants down your knees and off your feet, raising you up with a hand on your hip to get it all off. You sit naked on the chair, knees apart as he sighs with satisfaction at the glory of you.

He’s been waiting all morning, so he chooses to give into instinct and swallow your cock whole. You melt like butter in your chair, body softening up as you slide over to the edge to angle your cock deeper into his throat. Contrary to the universal belief of all who know Cassius, he is nothing short of a lascivious Pink who moans like the most erotic star in a holo-film. 

You’ve always refused Pinks' advances and services before, but you are familiar with their sounds. Cassius has made you more so because he sounds so much like one any time you touch him. He takes your cock so deep in his throat, all with purpose, so that he gags and the muscles in his mouth seize. He moans each time saliva pours from his throat and onto your cock to coat you slick with his spit. He makes audible gagging noises that sound fit for some ero-film saved on his datapad. 

“On the tip,” you gasp softly. “Please focus—please, on the tip!”

Cassius relents. Pulls back from your cock, sighing all the way as he slides your length from his mouth. His tongue slips out to catch at leftover precum that drools from your cockhead. When he closes his eyes, savoring the flavor—maybe the tang of your sweat or of your cum or both and kisses the tip of your cock affectionately, you feel the fullness in your balls culminate. 

And much like a Pink, unfortunate given their forced circumstances of course but a blessing for you with Cassius as a living god of sex, your husband leans further forward once more to press open-mouthed kisses to your length. In salacious tandem with his lips, his tongue kisses your cock in suckling strokes. Cassius moans lewdly against the swath of your cock, heady with satisfaction as he looks up to measure if his ministrations are up to his standards based on how wrecked you look. You can see the gauging measure in his gaze. You can’t help but take your bottom lip between your teeth at the weight of his eyes. Naked on a chair in the repair room on his ship, with your friends walking around and at least one of them on the cameras, you—

“Cassius oh shit, someone’s on the cameras right now—”

He pulls back from you. “Already took care of it (Name). Commed Aurae in an hour ago, we’ve been dark since I started eating you up with my eyes. Which you probably noticed.” Reaching up, Cassius sets a hand on your stomach and pushes you back into the chair. He keeps it there, serving almost as a command for you to let him lead. And you know you are a man at his mercy.

Your head falls to rest on the back of the chair as he returns to giving you the best head a man with a history rife with sexual exploits can give. In truth, it’s the best kind of head. Cassius moves his tongue under your foreskin to tap it into your frenulum with all of the pink muscle, has you shuddering as the warmth of his mouth swallows your length whole once more. 

Miraculously, you last five minutes under his relentless assault, moaning ‘Cassius, Cassius!’ with absolute abandon while favoring with choice approval the praises Cassius murmurs into the skin of your cock. 

Taste like a dream, (Name). 

Fuck you’re so thick. Need you inside me.

You feel the clench in your balls. You twitch in the seat. Breathing with a hard shudder as you collect yourself to offer fair warning to Cassius, all until he gives a disgruntled noise and pulls off your cock.

“...Cassius?”

“Slag this.” Cassius pushes the chair and you toward the wall and makes space for his knee on the seat, right next to your thigh. Then he slips his pants down, spits thickly into his hand, and presses his length to yours as it springs from his underwear. Something inside you gives, gorydamn near breaks and a hot, noisy moan tight with surprise leaves you. 

“Ungh!” You only squirm as Cassius grips your cock and his in a powerful, rough hand. “Cassius! Oh gods, please please please I’m gonna—”

Already lubed with his spit, the slide of your cock against his is slick. Sticky. Your moans leave you as cries as the ache tingling right at the base of your cock thickens. You reach up, grasping for purchase with a hand around his hard bicep as you writhe against him, cornered in your chair between his body and the wall as he fucks your cocks together with his strong hand. Cassius bends down and nudges his lips to your ear, panting there as he whispers for you to cum. 

“Come on, lover,” Cassius encourages. “Baby. Mm. Yes, just like that. You’re throbbing against my cock.” 

You jolt in your seat at the description. Gasping for breath, you lay your hand on top of his and squeeze his hand, telling him to grip you at the tip. He follows. Deftly, his fingers maneuver around your cockhead. Cassius rubs his thumb into the slit spilling precum on your aggravated cockhead and fingers around the swath of your tip. Gods he knows where you’re most sensitive. 

His hips move to thrust his frenulum, sitting at the underside of his cock, into yours in small movements. At this he moans softly in your ear. Your name falls from his mouth as a strained moan, “(Name).”

Your back arches off the chair. The muscles in your stomach convulse as your body follows, cock spurting cum all over Cassius’s stomach. With your Gold genetics, the force of your orgasm has your cum hitting Cassius’s toned abdomen with thick noises that, if you were in a humorous mood, you would rightly call akin to the sound of boots on metal. But all you can call it is the hottest sound of your life.

You lose the sensation of Cassius’s breaths in your ear and know he’s watching you. Your orgasm curls to a heightened inflection as you feel your cock pulsating against the skin on his own length, and when you open your eyes your gaze finds focus on a shot of your cum falling flat onto Cassius’s cockhead. Your cum slips down his cock to slicken up the way of your cock sandwiched against his. Cassius groans, deeper than you’ve ever heard him, panting at the sight of your cum sliding down his abs and trickling down his cock to leave his length coated in your seed. 

It takes you two minutes to finish. You squirm against Cassius as he continues to pump your lengths together. Pant into his mouth as he reaches for you and presses your lips together with his. 

“Not prepped for you,” he says, almost whining with disappointment. “Can’t take you inside.”

“Cassius, I don’t know if I can…”

“You can take me,” Cassius says as he tilts your head to level his gaze with yours, his fingers on your chin. “(Name). As I will take your cock inside me.”

He melds his mouth to yours as he pumps your cum over his cock and yours. You revel at the throb of him against you, a telltale sign that he’s close. But he pulls away as you weakly push at his tongue. Wracked by oversensitivity and a long orgasm even for your Gold genes, you watch him with a cock that has only begun to twitch up towards your stomach as he licks your cum off his fingers. Cassius watches you in the same starved way while the bitter flavor of your seed floods his palate. Thing is, your cum belongs anywhere except outside him. So he will take the taste and cherish it as it slips into his system.

“Think you can walk to our room with that in your pants?” you ask. Measuring, and teasing.

“Let’s not beat about the bush.” Cassius reaches out to you with a clean hand. You take it and stand, cock hanging as you stand in the machine shop naked as the day you were born. Your husband doesn’t mind at all and eats you right up with his eyes as he speaks, “I’ll dress you. Don’t leave me hanging, though?” 

You glance downward, to his cock spilling out from between the open seam of his pants and pushing at his underwear. His balls are hanging out and every inch of his length is wet with your cum. If he weren’t hung like a Sunblood, you would laugh. “When have I ever done that, Cassius?” 

He contemplates this seriously. “Hm. Yes, well, you never have. Not even when I was milking you dry throughout our honeymoon.” 

“Wonder why you take it so good then?” you ask, pulling him towards you. Cassius is almost fully clothed, his tight shirt only riding up towards his chest, his pants clearly revealing why exactly he lets you fuck him. Naked against him, you feel the fever of his lust burgeon. Soon, he will be a man entirely at your mercy. 

For a moment, he savors what it feels like to have you pressed up against his body. You without clothes. Your cock at half-mast, hanging just below his line of sight—he can only feel it nudging against his thigh. And when you pull him into a kiss, he releases his lust as a soft moan into your mouth.

“My pants are hanging by the engine,” you tell him. He rushes over. “Darrow and company have never minded me naked, but you think they’ll notice these baby-tracks?” Bits of cum are drying on your stomach. Most of it dries on Cassius’s stomach beneath his shirt.

“They won’t so hurry it up. Hah. Baby-tracks. You’ve left quite a path inside me throughout the years,” he says and leans back, overtaken by a loud laugh at his own joke. For a moment, he stands golden, this moment solidifying as amber in your memory as he shines with his laughter. Then he hands your pants to you and heads to the door. You dress yourself with a private smile and follow him, holding the door open for him. You lead him outside with a hand on the small of his back. Until you get to his bedroom, you’ll be a man of grace.

[churchyardgrim]

honest to god going to start making threat displays at my shift supervisor. he just got back from four months medical leave on account of obliterating both ankles (don't fall off ladders kids) and the first conversation he had with me involved an encouragement to "find something to do" when my work queue's low

and this. hasn't. stopped.

he keeps implying that busywork is either useful or productive, and that i should take the initiative to go find some, and this from a guy who literally just met me last week is really shortening my patience for his face.

my go-to response to shit like this is usually smile n nod, sure thing whatever u say boss, address my assigned tasks and then do whatever the hell i want anyway, but god is it getting harder not to challenge his ass. maybe if my next practice weld piece mysteriously takes the shape of a graceful middle finger he'll get the point.....

[contest-winning-pest]

"-- Sea Mauville?" Stern asked, suddenly sweating.

Kerry had cornered him in his office in the shipyard, and she watched the work on the SS Tidal with a certain amount of interest, watching the sparks from the welding machines as giant plates came together. "You're one of the people on record as being a supervisor. I just want to know what happened. ... At the very least, I want something to tell the people buried there."

"... I see... So it's coming to haunt us, is it..." Stern paused and pursed his lips. "Listen. There's... Something I need-- an experimental scanner in the depths of the rig. I'm not sure where I left it, you'll have to search around, but..."

"... Captain. I know it's rough, and you want to put your corporate days behind you. But. Please. I need to know what really happened there."

"By the time you know where to find the scanner," Captain Stern said, "You'll know everything i knew about the disaster."

There was a long pause, while Kerry considered this information, and then Stern pounded his desk in frustration, and said "I get it! I get it. You're a child. And now we're asking you to clean up an even worse mess than we left you with the Super-ancient Pokemon. How do you talk to a child who has never seen it about the real horrors of the Revolutionary Era?"

"When she has seen them. The screams. The anger. So much of it," Kerry said. "I know something horrible happened. You can't protect me from that. I've seen horrors myself. Let me help this place."

"So, what, you want to be my yuta? I pay you money and you solve my little ghost transgression!? I know what I did won't be so easily forgiven!"

"This isn't about you, Captain," Kerry said, waving a hand. "Even if I wanted your money. This is about the environment you created. This is about Sea Mauville itself."

[globalwelding1]

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At work today, I was talking to our head welder about something or other and we got on the topic of swastikas because on friday I saw a guy from an mc in town that was inactive for a very long time, like people in local online groups say they haven't seen one in their jacket in probably 20 or 30 years that have a swastika as part of their logo. And the head welder was like "oh yeah swastikas are in the strangest places, they used to stamp them on the oxygen bottles for welding, they were turned into squares after the war and we actually have one". And my supervisor and I were like "what we have to see this" so we all went on a family field trip to see the old welder gas tank with a swastika on it that was turned into a square and it's just so fascinating that this almost 100 year old oxygen bottle is still up to code and in circulation after all this time. The stamping of passed inspection dates moved all over the bottle because they ran out of room in the normal location but like.

Yeah, that's fully a swastika turned into a square. So fascinating that it's still around, first approved in 36, then again in 41, and probably had the swastika changed in 47, since that's the first inspection since the war ended. I wonder how it came to be in our possession. But I love this bottle. It outlived the Nazis and is doing a very good job.

[rassilon-imprimatur]

RACHEL: We had an accident. People got hurt. The issue's been dealt with. There'll be someone waiting at Depository 23. ARMEN: Long time since we opened that one. Whatever that is, is it safe? RACHEL: Just get it there quick as you can.

Thinkin’ about Revolution of the Daleks, and how Armen’s cold murder/the theft of the Recon Scout is one of my favorite sequences in the whole era. The bit carries an air of pure evil in the directing and storytelling, almost as if the casing itself was manipulating the events as it oozes personality. In its sphere of influence, the mundane (sunny day, the tea stand) becomes murder. It passes from one person, who’s destroyed life and sruggles we live in for just a moment, to the next. Armen's question to his supervisor on whether or not the empty, burnt husk is dangerous hangs heavy over the borderline magic realist cruelty that the casing instigates. It’s very Isildur and the One Ring? “Woe unto them” and all that, a bad omen, a jinx. 

The high fantasy that bubbles beneath the era’s contradictory aesthetic and visualization is more blatant and tangible in The Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos, Ascension of the Cybermen/The Timeless Children, and Flux, but I think a lot about the parallels between the Timeless Child and the Recon Scout, and the former becoming a grubby alchemist, the latter a necromancer, in the lens of industry, grease, stark modernity. That necromancer’s works, Sheffield steel and welding prowess used to create dark magic, become an evil symbol, a relic that inspires and rots around it. 

From owner to owner, something something, seen later in the guise of being a cop and under the thrall of Theresa May and Donald Trump. 

[shoshanews]

Apply Sasol General Workers 2025 Sasol General Workers 2025 Sasol is a globally recognized integrated chemicals and energy corporation with a legacy spanning over 70 years. We are committed to leveraging cutting-edge technologies and our team’s expertise to manufacture, source, and market high-quality energy and chemical products safely and sustainably. As a Sasol team member, you become part of an organization that places people at the heart of its operations, fostering an inclusive and diverse work culture with ample career growth opportunities. - Location: Sasolburg, South Africa - Posting Date: January 24, 2025 - Closing Date: February 7, 2025 - Job Reference: 7291 - Business Unit: Mining - Geographical Areas: Sasol Coal Supply, Central Workshop, Directional Drilling & Twistdraai Export Plant Sasol is seeking dedicated and safety-conscious individuals to join its Mining business unit as General Workers. This role primarily supports the Maintenance and Directional Drilling Teams, ensuring effective equipment maintenance, welding assistance, and overall reliability while strictly adhering to operational codes and safety standards. Key Responsibilities & Functional Outputs: - Perform welding on mining equipment using the flux core method and other welding techniques. - Operate welding tools safely and efficiently. - Use oxy-fuel gas cutting equipment for material cutting and pre-heating while adhering to gas safety regulations. - Assist in the operation of overhead cranes and lifting equipment, following safe working procedures. - Conduct visual inspections of work environments to ensure adherence to safety protocols. - Report any unsafe conditions to supervisors immediately. - Complete job-specific tasks and checklists with accuracy and precision. - Apply Standard Operating Procedures (SOPs) and Codes of Practice (COPs) to maintain excellent housekeeping standards. - Participate in daily team meetings to discuss assignments and safety measures. - Contribute to achieving team goals by collaborating efficiently with colleagues. - Identify abnormal working conditions and promptly report them. - Identify cost-saving opportunities and act upon them. - Assist artisans with daily tasks and technical support. Job Requirements Educational Qualifications: - Grade 12/N3/NCV Level 4 or Equivalent - Mathematics & Science (Advantageous) - Valid Driver’s License (Minimum Code 08) - Ability to obtain a Medical Certificate of Fitness - First Aid Certificate (Advantageous) Experience, Knowledge & Skills: - 12 months welding experience - Proficiency in safe handling of an angle grinder - Competence in operating a cutting torch - Familiarity with underground mining machinery, including Shuttle Cars, Roof Bolters, Crushers, and Feeder Breakers. - 12 months plant experience (Preferred) - Ability to operate MIG welding equipment (Advantageous) Technical & Functional Competencies: - Strong understanding of safety protocols and emergency preparedness - In-depth knowledge of Mine Health & Safety Act (MHSA) & OSHA regulations - Ability to interpret written work instructions and technical documentation - Strict adherence to Standard Operating Procedures (SOPs) and Codes of Practice (COPs) Employment Equity Considerations Sasol is deeply committed to advancing Employment Equity within the organization. As part of this commitment, preference will be given to candidates from designated groups to promote a diverse and inclusive workplace. Why Join Sasol? - Career Growth: Access to industry-leading training and development programs. - Inclusive Work Environment: Sasol fosters a culture of diversity, innovation, and collaboration. - Global Impact: Contribute to a company that operates on a global scale in the energy and chemicals sector. - Competitive Compensation & Benefits Package SEE ALSO: Eskom x15 Plant Operator Learnerships 2025 Application Process? Interested candidates who meet the qualifications and experience requirements are encouraged to apply before the closing date. Application Deadline: February 7, 2025 Click Here to Apply Read the full article

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QC Inspector - Welding

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