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Tachihara gift exchange headcanons

Port Mafia-

Mori (and Elise):

-Tachihara probably gets him a nice pen or something

-Elise gets a coloring book and a set of colored pencils and she thinks it’s way cooler than Mori’s stupid lame pen (he also gets roped into letting her put bows in his hair. Again)

- Mori gives him like a bonus or something idk I really don’t like when they interact

- Elise draws him a picture of him and Hirtosu and gin

Kouyou:

- they’re not close so he wasn’t expecting anything, but Kouyou makes little gifts for everyone every year and he didn’t have anything to give back so he made a little flower out of metal for her

Chuuya:

- wanted to get him wine but doesn’t actually know anything about alcohol. Refused to ask Hirotsu, but he ended up getting carded and having to ask anyway

- ended up with some vintage wine that chuuya had mentioned to Hirotsu from both of them

- I feel like chuuya didn’t super know what to get him so he invited him out to go drinking and hang out instead

Verlaine:

- doesn’t know him. Didn’t interact at all. A single cupcake appears on his counter one day with a note just signed ‘~v’

Akutagawa:

- Tachihara got (read: spent way to long figuring out how to make) a dessert with figs for him

- Akutagawa got him a vase of hyacinths since gin mentioned that they were his favorites

Higuchi:

- tachi got her a basket of chocolate and a bunch of rom coms and agrees to suffer through watching them with her

- Higuchi knits him a scarf and it’s kind of janky but it’s addressed to her favorite little brother and he never takes it off ever

Hirotsu:

- Tachihara and gin get him a really nice lighter that’s engraved

- Hirotsu gets Tachihara a new coat (except he low key just drags him shopping because he goes on about how important it is for him to keep warm (cuz y’know coats are important in bsd)

Gin:

- gets him the set of pencils he’s been eying every time they walk by. And a box of bandaids

- he makes them a tiny knife they can slip under a dress for missions

Q:

- most people forgot about them but he ventured down to the basement with some sweets and his old fnaf books because you can rip fnaf kid Q from my cold dead hands

- Q gives him a really ugly mug they painted with the kit chuuya gave them. It’s definitely not food safe, but he keeps pencils in it

Kajii:

- Tachihara very distantly slides him a card with a gift card for a hardware store

- Kajii gives him a gun that allegedly shoots lemon bombs except it’s bright yellow and Tachihara doesn’t know what to do with it

Hunting Dogs-

Fukuchi:

- tachi stresses over what to get him until jouno smacks him and says the captain just enjoys spending time with them (this is canon btw, he says one of his happiest memories is when all 5 of them were together)

- Fukuchi also stresses over what to get tachi bc he feels like it should be practical but doesn’t know what he’d want and low key does he even deserve to give him a gift

- Tecchou tells him Tachihara is also worried and wants to impress him

- Fukuchi takes Tachihara out to do some father-son activities and they both have a good time

Teruko:

- most of Tachihara’s budget goes to getting things for teruko (she gave the hunting dogs a Christmas list in the group chat)

- it ends up being a lot of stuffed animals and weapons from all of them

- plus a coupon for a free piggy back ride

- teruko bitches to the others because Tachihara never actually asks for anything

- she ends up getting him a new holster and tools for cleaning his guns because it’s all he fessed up to wanting (he’s very happy with it, even if teruko calls him boring)

Jouno:

- Tachihara gets him a couple records (I feel like Jouno owns a record player, sue me)

- Jouno gets him a set of ceramic dish ware because he complains Tachihara has a bunch of cheap stuff like some college freshman (to which Tachihara points out that he’s a 19 yr old middle school dropout)

- the stuffed animal Tachihara originally refused also shows up on his bed and he keeps it this time

Tecchou:

- Tecchou gets Tachihara a new sword because the grip on his was getting worn down and trains with him

- Tachihara gets Tecchou a new yoga mat and set of weights

Bonus-

- ango and Tachihara exchange respectful Christmas cards

- Yosano gets a dead fish wrapped in newspaper on her doorstep, but it’s preserved in the snow and she assumes that it was from Kenji and takes it as a gift

- a bouquet of purple flowers is laid on a lone grave. The cold wind blows, and it almost feels like someone ruffling his hair

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nothing grows in corpses (in the earth of me)

dream x hob gadling | mature | Finally cross-posting my take on the fandom classic of the show progresses as the comics do, even to The Wake. Until Death resurrects Morpheus and forces the choice of "redemption" upon him instead of suicide. It goes...horribly. No good. Very bad. Instead of learning the lesson, Morpheus (in his infinite wisdom) opts instead for a highly effective existence strike until one day Hob Gadling stumbles upon his ghastly handiwork and immediately decides that this just won't do. Man Who Refuses To Die vs. Man Who Refuses To Live: fight.

Dead Dove, Do Not Eat for the following: graphic depictions of starvation, illness, suicidal ideation, self-harm, blood and gore, loss of autonomy, etc. etc. This is some classic old world whump, folks! But I promise it's also supremely healing in the end.

CH. 7: two minutes | 5.8 k | AO3 link | prev part | next part

(or: the one where Hob finally starts processing some things.)

Gwen made her way to him on soft, silent feet, dragging their impressively equipped first aid kit closer along the counter as she went. Her hands smoothed across the span of his aching shoulders, and she hugged him as close to her as she could while he remained submerged past his elbows into the rancid bath, keeping Morpheus’ head above water.

She kissed his bleeding, disheveled head, and Hob cried harder.

“I’ve got you,” she promised in a whisper. “And we’ve got this. Yeah?” Hob took deep, shuddering breaths and nodded in sloppy silence. “Come on, then. Let’s get this done while he’s out.”

They pulled apart, she rolled up her sleeves, and they set to work.

With every layer they pulled from his skin, with every coat they scrubbed away, Hob’s outrage and grief deepened. Those once silken black locks broke apart in his hands in the way the hair of the starved and decaying always did, like brittle straw gummed together with grit and sweat. His beard, still such a strange sight to behold, was no better, and Gwen treated both with as much gentleness as she could, working first shampoo and then conditioner through both in a few ginger rinses. Hob, meanwhile, set to cutting away Morpheus’ clothes, cleaning away what was revealed and doing his best to keep track of what was months-soiled skin versus wounds. Eventually, the water grew too dark to see through, and they drained the bath, rinsing out the ceramic as best as they could before filling it back up with another round of hot water. They repeated the process, drained and filled and drained the tub again, and now Hob was satisfied that they could see the damage clearly. It was time to take inventory, to clean and treat as best as they could, and tidy him up.

There were pressure ulcers to his right hip, knee, and ankle from the long months spent pressed onto his increasingly boney side, and another to his tailbone. All were gnarly and deep and angry, draining all sorts of colors and fluids and smells, and Hob gritted his teeth against the bile at the back of his throat as he dabbed nearly a full tube of antibiotic cream into the wound beds and gently packed the ones on his hip and tailbone first with damp gauze and then taped more dry gauze over them. His knee and ankle were not yet as bad, and he wrapped them heavily in gauze after drowning the beds in ointment, hoping it would be enough. His skin was both raw and calloused from the repeated cycles of sun and cold; his hands and feet especially were frost-bitten and gnawed, and bug and vermin bites peppered his skin in scabs and cuts. Hob and Gwen finished the last of the antibiotics and two packs of Band-Aids, going through and covering what needed to be covered while leaving the rest open to the air. Bruises mottled every bony protrusion of his body, pooled in the spans of him that had been pressed to the ground for months on end, and Hob swore that in the past hour, he could’ve counted all two hundred and six bones beneath the emaciated, sunken skin before him. Morpheus’ eyes were shadowed hollows, his cheeks as narrow as a skull’s. His left wrist purpled and swelled as best as it could manage, betraying the likely fracture beneath.

But the worst damage was the fresh wound to his gut. Gwen bowed out as Hob prepared to tend to the mangled skin, and he couldn’t blame her in the slightest. The rats had ravaged the flesh along what had otherwise been a rather precise, blade-like incision, like a knife strike, until the muscle and sinew had been exposed. The wound continued to ooze blood in a steady throb, and Hob had known what that meant, even in the alley with the fleeting glance of the wound he’d managed.

He looked to the fondue candle lit beside him and the waiting butter and carving knives that glowed hot in its flame.

Not yet. He couldn’t do that just yet.

He put off the inevitable, opting instead to pull out a pair of surgical scissors and his shaving kit. It was an old school thing, a blade wielded with lather. No electronics here, not today, and he adjusted the lay of the thick, cloud-soft towels around Morpheus’ body before he set to the ragged mass of hair atop his head. Painstakingly, stroke by stroke, he scraped away the wiry beard until that once-familiar face emerged beneath, and he swore under his breath as, on each curving pass, he nicked the sunken skin and opened a small, oozing wound. He was, typically, a master at this. He had just never shaved a corpse before. He tended to the wounds both new and old revealed by his ministrations and then set to his hair, trimming away the matts and the hopeless tangles and the bits that he was frankly worried were beginning to mold. What remained was far shorter than it had been, shorter than Morpheus’ styling of the 1600s and certainly not as thick and full and healthy. This was patchy, downright threadbare in some places. But his scalp would heal, and the hair would grow back. That, Hob knew, too, to be fact.

He dampened a towel and gently massaged Morpheus’ head, dabbed and wiped until he had carried away every clipped lock and errant strand that he could manage.

Until there remained only that haunting, waiting wound.

“Oh,” Hob sighed, rocking back on his heels, and peered into his stranger’s lifeless face. “Forgive me for this, my friend.”

In the hall, sat on the floor against the wall, Gwen flinched as a startled, pained wail echoed from the bathroom. She bowed her head to her hand, pinning the length of her forearm between her forehead and knee, and the piteous sound faded beneath the low, comforting rumble of Robbie’s voice, his gentle hushing lulling the slam of bone on porcelain back to silence. Her phone sat in her trembling hand, screen open. Her thumb hovered over the dial icon.

This was all kinds of fucked. This was beyond what they could handle, beyond what she knew how to fix, beyond what Robbie could….

She thought of him, soaked through in foul water, stuck on his knees beside a corpse that wouldn’t die as he sobbed into his own arm and struggled to hold them all together.

All she had to do was press. If she pressed, those three little digits would make all of this go away.

I think he’s like me.

She darkened her phone screen, let her head thump against the wall, and dashed her hand against her nose and eyes.

“Oh, Robbie,” she whispered and watched the shadows move beneath the door. “What did you get us into?”

“You’re doin’ so good, mate,” Hob murmured, sweat beading his forehead as he knotted off the last pass of the sutures and snipped the thread off as close to the skin as he could. Morpheus’ knees jerked up into his thighs as he did, and Hob shifted his weight atop him in the tub until he settled once more within restless unconsciousness. “Almost there. So good.”

He tossed the needle aside to join the bloodied carving and butter knives on the floor, with their red-stained, rag-wrapped hilts. The rest of the care went quickly: dabbing a swath of surgical glue between the sutures, letting it dry while once again slathering the shit out of the rat bites with antibiotic ointment, and then covering everything in more of the gauze and tape until finally they were done. Hob rocked back on his heels and rested the backs of his bloodied hands against his forehead. He closed his eyes. Breathed.

“Okay,” he whispered after a long time. “Okay, okay, okay, okay….”

Morpheus groaned beneath him in his tenuous unconsciousness and began to shift uncomfortably in the tub. Hob’s respite was over.

“Gwen?” he called at that same low, cautious volume and began the process of raising his aching body from its cramped kneel and climbing from the tub. The hinges creaked, and her grip materialized at his elbows, steadying him as he returned to the safety of the tile.

“You okay?”

“Better than he is,” Hob tried to smile. It only came off as ghoulish, and he scrubbed the inside of his arm across his face only to groan as his effort to keep himself slightly less dirty was decidedly less than successful. “But the artery’s cauterized. He’s stitched and glued up. Nothing more to do now.”

The exhaustion that lined his face, the grimness to his normally indomitable spirit, the thousand-yard stare encroaching in his eyes…it all filled Gwen with a mounting disquiet. This was not the Robbie she knew. But there was a tense, aching feeling in her chest that also told her this wasn’t someone new. This man before her felt old—much, much older than she could comprehend. Hob let out another heavy sigh and cleared his throat, looking everywhere but at her and his dead friend.

“Let’s get him to the sofa,” he said and touched a bone-tired, bloody, filthy hand to her hip as he made to turn to the tub. “Bed’s all ready, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said and caught his wrist with a gentle hand. “Hey. Come here.”

Hob hesitated but then leaned forward with a sudden wetness in his eyes, a collapsing of his shoulders. And Gwen closed her eyes as he pressed a long, tender kiss to her forehead. She leaned into him in turn and put a hand on his chest, her fingers playing in reflex with his hair where it peaked from the top of his damp shirt.

“I know I don’t say it enough,” he murmured, pressing his temple to hers. “But I love you. And thank you.”

Gwen pulled back with a sigh and turned to their waiting guest. “Tell me that again when we finally go to sleep tonight.”

“…Yeah.”

“Has he been out there since the funeral?” she asked as they wrapped Morpheus in more towels and awkwardly hefted his boney, lanky form between them.

“I don’t think so,” Hob grunted and shifted his grip as Gwen helped balance his Stranger’s weight in his arms. “I think it was since the Faire.”

“Your dream? The happy ending one?” Gwen asked and adjusted the hang of Morpheus’ legs over her boyfriend’s arm. He nodded. “Rob, that was still—”

“I know.” Hob let out a careful breath and took quick stock of their situation. This limp-boned bridal carry was as good as they were going to get, and he nodded Gwen toward the open door. “After you.”

They repeated their guarded shuffle in reverse, returning to the living room they had rushed through an hour ago, and Hob relievedly set Morpheus’ fragile weight to rest upon the sofa bed. It was one of those newer models, a fancier thing with a mattress that was actually decent and deep, plush pillows to boot; Hob was never more thankful for that splurge of a purchase than now. He positioned the pillows and cushions carefully, supporting his Stranger’s limbs and taking care to keep his elbows and heels lifted off the bed while tilting him to the left just far enough that the wounds on his back and hip stayed clear. As he worked, Gwen hurried to the dryer and fetched a bundle of Robbie’s old clothes, muttering a relieved thanks to the universe when she found they were still slightly warm. They’d been planning to donate them after the end of term, to pass their surplus along to the less fortunate in the spirit of the season.

She didn’t think they were going to find anyone less fortunate than this.

When she got back to the living room, Robbie was shaking out a thermometer, watching his friend with grim eyes, and he shook his head as he saw the gifts she bore.

“Don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“His fever’s that bad?” she asked, dumping the clothes on the bed anyway while he headed for their bedroom. “But the rest of him—”

He indicated the thermometer as he set it on the coffee table along his way and didn’t break pace. “Forty.”

“40 C?” she gaped and snatched up the glass and mercury to confirm for herself. “There’s no fucking way, he was ice—”

“His body’s trying to save the important bits,” Robbie called back. “Brain, heart, lungs. Arms and legs are useless when you’re trying not to die on the cellular level, so the heart stops trying to pump blood to them.” He hurried back into the room, a pair of boxers and spare T-shirt in hand. “Everything south of the lungs goes next, but frankly his lungs are already dead, too.” Gwen watched him carefully, unmoving at the foot of the bed with the thermometer still in her hands as he set to the careful work of dressing their guest. He moved with the practiced ease of a father dressing his child, with the swiftness of a clinically steady hand that wouldn’t have wavered even under mortar fire. It was such an incongruent shift, so bizarre a combination, that she almost missed the bitter mutter under his breath. “Only reason he’s still breathing through pneumonia like this is ‘cause he’s like me.”

He settled Morpheus’ head once more upon the pillows, the shirt pulled down and the boxers tugged into place, and reached for Gwen’s pile. She watched him pick out mis-matching socks and mitts, watched him fit them onto the man’s frostbitten feet and hands, watched him drape cardigans and pullovers along his extremities.

“Could you grab some extra pillowcases and fetch the ice packs in the freezer, love?” he asked as he worked, and Gwen blinked.

“What?”

“Need to cool his core down while I warm up the edges of him. Shouldn’t take too long.”

“You and I are going to have a long conversation later about how you know all of this,” she said but moved to do as he asked.

He watched her go, waiting until she was engrossed in the linen closet to whisper his private reply. “Maybe someday, love.”

He added a couple more pillows behind Morpheus’ head, stuffing them down to his shoulders until he was propped up a bit more. The rattling breaths eased just a bit, and Hob allowed himself to pause. His tired gaze pulled to the ceiling.

“One…” he counted as he inhaled, massaging the knuckles of his hands with dull fingers, “…two…three…four….” He exhaled and shut his eyes. “…Four…three…two….”

Their utility bill this month was going to be especially horrid. Already with the change in seasons he’d been expecting a higher price tag, but this was going to put them in the red. He’d make arrangements to dip into his special savings to cover them this time, but—

Thud went the freezer door.

He opened his eyes and stopped counting.

“Here,” Gwen said softly, handing him half of the ice packs in her hands.

COLD, Morpheus startled. Cold, cold, COLD where there hadn’t been cold moments before—he had been warm again, after so long. He wanted the warmth back, no, he wanted the cold, that was what he had wanted, wasn’t it? The cold, he wanted to lose himself to the numbness, and he hurt. Everything in him hurt, his gut throbbed, his hands and feet were on fire like a million sticks of fire-brand needles. His skull was in a vise and exploding from the inside at the same time. His throat felt glass-shredded; every breath crackled like stepping on a shattered mirror, driving the sharp, mislaid edges further into the walls of his ribs—

Something dripped into his eyes, something wet and viscous, and he mewled, tossing his head and trying to push away his abuser’s hands only to yelp as his left wrist shrieked in pain. He blinked, trying to clear whatever it was they had put in his eyes. It burned, it hurt, it….

Hob’s gentle face loomed above him, a little clearer than it had been, fuzzy and haloed by the warm yellow lights of his flat as if Morpheus were looking at him through fogged glass.

(Or through ophthalmic ointment.)

He looked, he thought, like the angels in church windows….

Luminous beings of iron and glass, forged by mortal hands long gone yet beheld and living still.

Hob shifted, drawing closer, and a bloom of petals and butterflies burst from the flare of light that peeked from behind his head as he moved. It was a madman’s halo, a druid’s blessing, and it flooded Morpheus’ sight alongside a faint, nonsensical humming that pirouetted like ribbons of sound across his bleary eyes to settle in his ears.

“You’ve got a bad fever, my friend,” Hob murmured above him, adjusting the warmth that settled his limbs like grave earth even as he applied more searing cold to his chest and neck and head. “I’m trying to cool you down while warming the rest of you…you’re burned and frozen up all at once.” Calluses like Brillo pads, skin as soft as well-worn leather touched his cheeks, his neck, his chest as he was repositioned like a doll. The scent of cologne came with it, of laundry detergent and cleanliness…. The roles of lordling to the street urchin, it seemed, had finally switched, three hundred-odd years down the line. It made his gut turn. “Trust you to get yourself in a complicated fix like this, eh? Good news is, I’ve got some stuff now to make it feel better faster. Isn’t humanity grand like that?”

Those hands finally pulled away, finally left him alone. Come back, he wanted to beg. Stay away, he yearned to cry.

The butterflies continued to dance and flit. They split apart into fish and frogs and dandelion puffs that sparked into falling embers as they caught the lights overhead…like bursts of slow-falling glitter that burned and glowed like the coals of a dying universe.

His little sister’s fingers played in his hair, and her little hums grew louder.

“Are you singing to him?” Hob asked as he rifled through the first aid kit for some ibuprofen and Theraflu and proceeded to crush the former and mix both into a cup of steaming water. Slippery elm, marshmallow root, wild cherry bark, cinnamon bark, orange peel, licorice…modern medicine was a godsend, and Hob wouldn’t go back to the Dark Ages for anything. But the old remedies still had their uses, and folks nowadays were nice enough to mix them all up into a single tea for you.

Gwen looked up from where she sat by Morpheus’ head, adjusting the pillows to prepare him for his medicine. “What?”

“Singing,” Hob repeated. The spoon clanked a touch nervously against the cup walls, and he glanced back at her. “We’re lucky he’s out,” he added with a wry, deprecating sort of laugh and a nervous smile. “Don’t know what he’d do if someone started singing lullabies to him like a child.”

Gwen’s stare shifted from blank to concerned.

“I…I wasn’t singing, Rob.”

“You weren’t?” Hob finished mixing his concoction and carried it carefully over, the ceramic just shy of scalding against his palms. “Could’ve sworn I heard you humming.”

“Don’t you go cracking on me, too,” she warned, barely joking. “I’m already at my limit.”

“I’ll do my best,” he huffed and settled on the bed opposite her, balancing the cup carefully in his hands. “Okay, let’s get him sat up, tip his head back a bit. Try to wake him up some more….”

His sister’s hands cradled Morpheus’ skull, shifting him up, tipping him back, and his world swam.

Delirium, stop, he wanted to protest, but words had only just reformed as a concept in his blood-starved brain.

“Hey,” a voice that was not Delirium’s said at his head. It was American, but not like Corinthian’s voice was American. This one was warm in its melodies, blunt but kind, like the hands that moved with it. “We don’t know each other, but I’m Gwen. Sorry to meet like this….”

Gwen. Someone who was not Gadling, and yet who Gadling trusted to be with him.

Something deep in his gut twisted and burned, and his inflamed heart ached.

“I’m gonna help Robbie lift your head up,” she explained above him. Robbie. The ache deepened. The touch of her hands froze his burning skull like the ice packs, and Hob’s hand landed on his shoulder like a heavy anchor. Too much. Too much, too much, too much—too little. “You really think he’s gonna be able to swallow like this?”

Swallow.

Morpheus ground his teeth until the ache in his jaws turned to knifing, bone-splitting pain. He could hear Hob hiss above him, felt dull, powerful fingers massage into the trembling muscles of his jaw, and he redoubled his efforts to clamp down as his muscles and nerves began to burn under the man’s precise ministrations. His breath rattled through his teeth, gurgled in his throat. No. No, he would not open his mouth, would not cooperate, would not—

The hands stilled at the angle of his jaw, their fingers’ pressure as firm as ever, and commanded Morpheus’ efforts to stop.

“My friend,” Hob said with all the even, gentle calm of a father, “open your eyes.”

He would not cooperate. He refused.

The hands did not leave.

Millimeter by millimeter, hating himself for every step of his surrender, Morpheus opened his eyes.

“There you are,” Hob smiled, his face bloody with the mauling Morpheus had dealt him. Those warm, callused thumbs smoothed across his blade-sharp cheekbones. “My friend, you are very sick. Now, we can sit here and do nothing,” he admitted, “and you’ll heal in time. It’ll take near a century, but it will happen. But parts of you will heal wrong. You won’t be able to eat or drink properly for probably another hundred years, and your lungs are gonna be all kinds of crap.” He paused, just to be sure his warning was heard, to be certain it sank into Morpheus’ thick skull. “If you’re hell bent on sufferin’ like that, we can do it. I’ll be here, every step of the way.” In the face of that most sincere promise, Morpheus’ cage of a chest hitched on its next inhale, rattled more sharply, more deeply. His eyes shone, and Hob swallowed past the lump in his throat at the yearning that glimmered there. “But I don’t think you’ll like it very much in practice.”

You know nothing of what I can handle, Robert Gadling, Morpheus wanted to hiss.

I don’t want this pain, his heart cried. Please, make it stop. Help me make it stop.

Hob seemed to hear both replies. The sadness in his tired, closed-lipped smile grew, even as the understanding in his eyes deepened, and Morpheus’ treacherous heart stuttered to a near stop as Hob leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his burning forehead. It was a gentle thing, all chaste ceremony and solemn duty—as a knight kissed the hand of his lord. Morpheus’ eyes flinched shut at the soft, bearded touch. His chest, it hurt, it ached; it welled with such a force of feeling that he wanted to split apart with it, to let its flowers and mosses and fungi spill and grow and creep from the cracks of him, to pour from his ruptures and caverns.

Delirium’s fingers crept into his hair again, playing with the shortened locks with all her childhood wonder. Hob pulled away and carefully took up his mug once more.

“Would you drink this, my friend?”

No! Morpheus’ treacherous mind shrieked, gnashing fang-like teeth and glaring with obsidian-black eyes. How dare you—

Hob’s eyes shone in the low lights, twin hearths so steadfastly tended, and the grief finally fractured through that doggedly hopeful, wistful smile of his. Stained glass…like oh so many fragments of stained glass…

“If not for yourself, then…” Hob swallowed and went for broke, “…then, would you drink it for me?”

A long, tenuous silence filled the void between them. Morpheus’ half-blind eyes stared into his with the emptiest of intentions for so long that Hob was just about to give up when it happened. It was a small thing, almost impossible to notice—and Gwen, in fact, missed it altogether—but not to Hob. He knew his Stranger, inside and out. He knew him as he knew his own hands, he….

He’d known his Stranger for seven nights.

Seven nights could be a lifetime, if you knew how to spend the hours right.

Morpheus’s gaze slipped just a touch, first to Hob’s mouth and then to the cup in his hands, and after a painful swallow that took several tries to complete, his own split, desert-dry lips parted by the barest degree.

Hob could have cried.

“Thank you, my friend,” he smiled and tried not to let his relieved tears fall. “Thank you.”

He nodded to Gwen, and she gently supported Morpheus’ head, looking all the while as if she could drop him and leap across the room at a split second’s warning. It was probably for the best, he had to admit. Given how Morpheus had reacted to the heat of the bath, he doubted that the sensation of the tea passing down his throat and into his stomach, nor the taste of the medication both bitter and sickly sweet at the same time, with its undissolved grit suspended throughout would be tolerated.

It went about as well as expected.

Fifteen minutes, three cups of dosed tea, and two new shirts later, the deed was done. Hob hunched at Morpheus’ side, both of them exhausted, and he leaned against the arm of the sofa as he sat on the mattress edge and quietly hummed the aimless melody that Gwen swore up and down she had not been singing. His hand laid heavily upon Morpheus’ chest, a grounding weight upon his sternum that soothed the burn of the hot water that still lingered there in throbbing echo. Morpheus himself drifted, mired in a senseless space that was not quite sleep and not yet oblivion as he faded into the warmth and cold that alternated along his starved form. Delirium continued to sing somewhere in that cavernous nothing, her echoing voice mixing with a man’s, and her little colorful delights continued to blossom and bloom within the inky dark nothing that lulled him away. For her part, Gwen tinkered about in the kitchen, and she served herself first: a reheated bowl of last night’s soup with a chunk of French bread dunked into the purée of squash and spices. She took her time with eating. God knew she’d earned it, and it didn’t take a genius to tell that Robbie wasn’t quite back to himself, yet.

As for their house guest? Forget it.

Hob didn’t notice her eventual return until a bowl was tapping his shoulder, and he smiled his tired thanks to her as he accepted the heavy dish. It was warm to the touch, as if it had been sitting out in the sun it was colored after, and it smelled truly heavenly. He brought his soup-soaked bread to his lips, his stomach growling like a starved dog.

It was 1689, and he was crashing into a table on limbs fueled by naught but rats and rot, surrounded by feasting masses who sneered at him like he was worth less than the shit on their shoes.

The hunger died.

Gwen sighed and set her own bowl aside in a clatter as her idiot of a man slowly lowered his bread back to his dish, untouched.

“Robbie.” Exasperation outweighed fondness. “You have to eat, too. He’s in no state—”

Hob shifted closer to his friend, his hip pressing to Morpheus’, his knee tapping his ribs, and touched the back of his crooked fingers to the man’s gaunt cheek.

“My friend?”

Those half-shut eyes flickered but did not blink back to wakefulness.

“Robbie, he’s not—”

He raised his voice a bit louder.

“Hey.” He was not desperate. He just knew how this felt. He was worried; he was stubborn. But he was not desperate. If he got his Stranger to eat, the worst was over. If he got him to eat, right here, right now, this was easy to fix. He just needed someone to care for him. Simple as that. Nothing more.

Gwen’s eyes on him said otherwise.

“Stranger,” he pressed. “Y’did so well with the medicine, mate, why don’t we just try—”

“Robbie, this won’t go well,” she warned and moved too late to snatch the bowl from his relentless hands. “Just stop, you’ve done enough—”

The bread touched Morpheus’ lips, and he jerked, blinking as if startled from a deep reverie that landed him right back in the unpleasant present. The jerk turned to a retch, to a balk, and Hob flinched, Gwen’s hands pulling him away to his feet, as his friend tossed his head and batted helplessly at his mouth to banish the taste of food. The careful layers of heat and cold mismatched, their grounding weight upset, and that soothing equilibrium they’d so carefully attained shattered. Gwen tugged at Hob still, not unkind in her persistence, and did not relent until he took first one step, then another, and finally a third and backed away from Morpheus completely.

The stranger sagged into his makeshift hospital bed, his breaths coming fast and light, and his eyes drifted back to their half-shut, half-dazed stare into nowhere. The bowl of soup sat, cooling, in Hob’s grip.

Gwen’s hands held him fast like iron, one to his arm, one to his chest, daring him to try again.

“You cannot fix this in a night,” she said lowly. “No matter how badly you want to.”

“He’s gotta eat,” Hob tried miserably, and Gwen pushed him back another step.

“Robbie.” He glared at the refused offering in his hands with gritted teeth and burning eyes. “Let the meds kick in. Let him feel safe.” She paused and let him catch his breath through the tumult of emotions no doubt making a wreck of his insides. “I’m not stupid, you know.”

Hob frowned.

“What?”

Gwen swallowed as he met her eyes, his confusion deepening to something tinged with ancient distrust. But she did not waver. “You’ve been here before,” she said softly and pressed a little harder against his heart. “Except I get the feeling you were the one in the street, not the one with warmth and food to spare.”

His chest stuttered and stilled. The shine in his eyes brightened.

“But your friend isn’t you.” She spoke carefully, measuredly, never once blinking to ensure Robbie listened close. “Don’t get caught up trying to fix old wounds, Rob. They’re already scars.”

Morpheus wheezed on the sofa. Hob flinched at the sound and forced himself to breathe and be, with his healthy lungs and whole skin and eyes that could still weep and blink.

“Can you do that?” Gwen whispered.

Hob buried a hand midway through his hair, nails digging into Morpheus’ wounds, and bowed his head with a groaning exhale. The soup stared back at him.

“Rob. Can you do that?”

He nodded. When he pulled away, Gwen let him go, and she watched with some measure of relief as he poked at the soup in his hands, moving the purée about with aimless passes of his spoon. He just needed to eat. He would eat, and he’d feel a bit better, clearer-headed, and then they could—

Though the hearth crackled and popped on unchanged, Hob swore it guttered down to embers with the cold realization that swept over him like a rage.

“I could’ve—I would’ve shown—”

Grave dark, knowing, scheming eyes watched Hob Gadling from the shadows that lengthened like opening wings, and the tidal wave crashed over him, crest outrunning the trough until the weight of it cracked down on his head like a wine bottle.

“I know.”

That. Fucking. Bitch.

His restraint, unlike the wine bottle in that 1835 bar fight, shattered.

The spoon crossed the room like a hurled blade to smash two wine glasses in the dish rack and struck the wall in a cacophony of destruction. An almighty ring deafened his ears. His chest heaved like a furnace bellows, and his arm tensed to hurl the bowl after the spoon—

“ROBERT!”

The ring dulled. It lowered and waned and slowed until it was the throb of a furious pulse in his ears, in his temples, his throat…

All that preening, all that cocking about, that snide little voice in the darkest part of him grinned. Nothing more than a low-born animal, after all.

Robert Gadling squeezed his eyes as tightly shut as he could manage. And the bowl settled upon the granite island with such care that it didn’t even make a sound on landing.

“I’m sorry.” His whisper was as hoarsely raw as if he had been screaming. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know you’re upset, but that is no excuse—”

“I know,” he nodded and massaged his temples, his eyes. “You’re right, I know. I’m truly, truly sorry, Guinevere.”

His heart still pounded its war-drum in his ears.

She had known what she was doing. All that time, Death had sat there, watching him in that fake pub, toying with him, putting the chisel to him and striking it just so with her words until he was on the verge of breaking…all that time, and she had known the truth. She had known.

She had looked him in the face, beheld his heartache, soothed his grief.

And all the while, she had been nothing but a maestro admiring her creation.

He braced one hand on the island and leaned his weight into it, the other digging into his hip as he continued to breathe at a frighteningly even pace. His expression cooled into marble and steel, as unreadable as an unwritten page.

“Love,” he began, and Gwen shivered as she watched his shoulders shift and square. The coldness of his face spread to the rest of his normally warm, welcoming frame. “I need you to lock yourself in our room. Don’t come out ‘til I let you know it’s safe.”

A long silence seeped into the once lovely home, filling it like the worsening storm outside.

“What are you gonna do?” she whispered.

Hob took one last breath. The rage tempered and refined within a blademaster’s forge, and he took the weathered hilt in his practiced, calloused palm. His racing heart slowed to a gallows’ march. He tried not to dwell too long on the notion that this air in his lungs might very well be some of his last.

Outside, the snow fell in a consuming, endless cold.

“I’m calling his family.”

[bikebound]

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POINTS!! ANOTHER TOMMY! HELLO!! AND HELLO TO MODS TUBBO AND WILBUR!!

I’m a Tommy fictive (if you can’t tell LOL) and I stumbled across this blog and I was like WOAH !! I’m doing a Big Important Dinner tonight for the system and I was wondering if I could maybe get a care kit? If you guys are cool with that!!

For like, specific themes, I really like stuff reminiscent of my brothers Techno and Wilbur, and I LOVE fidget toys like pick pallets and the little wiggly animals! I also love plushies especially raccoons and foxes :D!! Thank you for lookin at my request, I hope your day goes great!!

-📀🧭anon

HI KING HELLO!! I CANT FORMAT IT WELL RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF A PUBLIC SPACE EHKP BUT IM GONNA FUCKIN DO THIS ANYWAY WE BALL

BUTT heres links to cool shit! (+ GOOD LUCKN WITH DINNER)

RACOCON

CUSTOMCOMPASSES

MINECRAFT FOX MUFG (BECAUSE WHY NOT SPICE IT UP FROM PLUSHIES)

SILLY RACCOON FIDGET TOY

A CHEAP CROWN THAT REMINDS ME OF THE BLADE

A BLUE CLOAK JACKET!! THAT REMINDS ME OF WHEN WE WERE HIdING FROM GREEN BOY WITH TH BLADE

FUC K MGIE STARTING BY E BYE BE SHANAN D

[guardian-of-gotham]

@who-is-muses

When Harvey opened the door to his office on the first day of his new job, the first thing to greet him was a range of smells similar to a buffet table all set for Sunday brunch at a nice diner. The next thing to greet him was the sight of his best friend of several years, Bruce Wayne, turning towards the door in surprise after having lost track of time while obsessing over the smallest, perfectionistic details he wanted to get right before the other man arrived.

"Harvey?" Bruce glanced at the clock above the door, confirming that it was in fact time for his friend's shift to start soon. "Shit. Um... Surprise!?" Despite his own self-consciousness regarding his preparations, everything looked immaculate and over the top. Tea lights set atop miniature scales of justice were strewn about the room, safely distanced from anything flammable, of course, and a pair of detachable sconces containing a pot of algerian ivy were hung on the two side walls. Behind his friend's new desk was a large, round blackboard with "Congratulations Harvey!" written on it in an elegant font, and framing the whole thing was a giant golden laurel wreath. Off to the side was the true center of attention, though: a banquet cart supporting a larger set of scales, each tray laden with an assortment of food.

On the left, the dishes included grits and eggs with fried bologna, creamy mushroom and brie croissant sandwiches, bananas foster belgian waffles, cinnamon rolls, tahitian vanilla bean souffle with salted caramel anglaise, bourbon pecan cream cheese stuffed french toast, and buttermilk biscuits with sides of butter and sausage gravy. Underneath the tray, there was a chafing fuel can to keep everything warm. Such a thing wasn't present under the right tray, though, which contained chilled or room temperature foods, like chocolate-dipped strawberries, banana slices with a chocolate peanut butter ganache dipping sauce, coffee crumb cake, white chocolate raspberry scones, and a bowl of fresh raspberries and sliced strawberries with whipped cream. To the side of that tray, there was also a bucket of ice containing a bottle of Dom Perignon dated the year of Harvey's birth and a few pitchers of various juices. Meanwhile, the warmed tray had beside it a pot of coffee, a thermal carafe containing steamed milk, a tin of hot cocoa mix, a few jars of various syrups and toppings, and a ceramic cup containing a recently-made salted caramel latte with a laurel wreath drawn in the foam on top, a design which Bruce had spent months perfecting each time he made himself coffee at his own office.

Speaking of Bruce, the man himself looked nowhere near as elegant as everything he'd set up. Having gotten no sleep at all between the previous night's patrol and the extensive time spent in the kitchen this morning, his eyes were accented with a prominent pair of dark circles. He was sweaty and disheveled from running around to get everything done in time, leaving several strands of his otherwise slicked-back hair hanging in front of his face. To keep from over-heating, his shirt was only half-buttoned with the sleeves rolled up, and while his suit jacket hung neatly from the coat rack at the door, his tie hung loosely over his shoulders. He'd hoped to have the time to make himself look more presentable before Harvey arrived, but instead, he quite literally appeared to be a hot mess.

"Oh, um, these are for you!" Bruce blurted suddenly, stepping aside to reveal an ornate glass vase containing a bouquet of red and blue pansies on Harvey's desk. His new position also revealed a lock-picking kit he'd set aside there earlier, as well as a microwave and mini fridge tied up with red ribbon next to some filing cabinets against the back wall, but he was too tired and nervous about his friend's reaction to comment on, or even pay attention to any of that. A fiery pink haze spread across his cheeks as that nervousness shifted to embarrassment over the dawning realization that he'd likely overdone things.

"This isn't too much, is it?"

[prtgautoapp]

Detailing with Ceramic Coating: What You Need to Know

You're likely like most car lovers, always on the lookout for ways to improve your car's appearance. A ceramic coating is one of the best options to achieve this. We will be discussing what ceramic coating is and how it works as well as the benefits it offers. You can also learn the basics of ceramic coating detailing so your car looks amazing.

A ceramic coating is a thin, clear film that is applied to the car's exterior. It is composed of organic materials that are bonded at the molecular level. It creates a protective, durable barrier on the car's surface. Ceramic coatings are available for paint, glass, metal, and plastic.

Ceramic coating protects your car from chemicals, UV rays, and tree sap. Ceramic coating makes it easier to maintain your car's shine and prevents it from looking old. Ceramic coatings can also increase your car's resale price.

Before you start learning about ceramic coating detailing, here are some things to remember. First, you will need to buy a high-quality ceramic coating kit. The kits usually include the ceramic coating, instructions, and a sprayer/applicator. Before applying the coating, make sure you read all instructions.

Next, wash and dry the car. After your car has been cleaned, you can apply the ceramic coating. For the best results, make sure you follow the manufacturer's directions.

After you have applied the ceramic coating Allentown, it is necessary to wait for it to cure. This can take between 24 hours and several days depending on the type of coating used and environmental conditions. Your car is ready for the road once the curing process has been completed.

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[xenonreality]

Filament for 3d printing standard piston engine stuff

Blend nylon, polycarbonate, polyester, weather proof cable (pretty sure it is Polyphenylene sulfide & or thermoplastic polyamide) & trash can polypropylene. Blend in only glass blender that is strong but cheap & has blades that are very sharp but typically like to smash things in the side walls of the blender.

From there is has to be mixed together in another "blender" it's not grinder or blender though. Its a "sand blaster blender" 2 or 3 inputs of a sandblaster full of the ceramic, metal, & the plastics in an argon environment that sucks the polymers together with the metal back in & then accelerates (fires) them into each other at high velocity. Everything must be dry, extremely dry & grounded. Or made to be positively charged in the cone shaped vacuum separator like design. So saw dust vacuum separator will work for this & it's metal. But they can be expensive, it depends on what you want to do & make, me & others.

After rock polishing with large (semi I guess) medium & very small hardened steel ball bearings, make sure I get (or anyone else) micron sized nickel, selenium, zirconium, molybdenum, & silicon

Also these ceramics need to be bought & rock polished. These are all high strength & hardness ceramics that are sucky to deal with. But "polishing" them just means breaking off tiny small chunks to get them fairly uniform & to make them slightly charged. But it must be done at then end because you are, very likely, going to ruin your rock polisher if you didn't electroless boron nitride coat/plate them.

Caswell Inc is a great place to buy the playing kit for boron nitride. They even have an app for your phone.

Boron carbide, zirconia- alumina, silicon carbide. Cubic boron nitride can help as well.

During the "blending stage" (hopefully you played the inside of the cone drum thing otherwise this will absolutely destroy it & wear it away hard) you are going to make sure to go to smaller & smaller sizes of the cone & faster & faster speeds of travel for the plastics, metals, and ceramics. If you started out with a very large vacuum saw dust separator it will be harder from here but you can place smaller ones inside. This means it can act as a cascade onion "blender" all in one. Which is cool!

But most of us can't do that... So instead it's fine to start small & just go with a cut up big plastic trash can then work your way down, for what it is worth.

From here it's melting everything with the right ratios. Depending on what you want your ratios will massively change results. This is for the whole engine block & case & head. Like a small single cylinder 4 stroke that's maybe no more than a 125cc. I recommend just sticking to 75cc to make it easier to print everything.

The plastics are even blend, so that means equal parts & there are 5 total so 20% for each. Nothing fancy there.

The metals are different, so harder sadly. You want mostly nickel, you will never go above 89% for the metal ratios. So to make it easy, 75% is a great starting point. That leaves only 25% left for 2 other metals, 1 metaloid, & a non-metal. Zirconium & molybdenum are annoying, seriously & they tend to be expensive! So this means they have the greatest total out of that 25%! *Sarcastic* yay! You can get away with less in other areas but it's hard to blend that all in one spool & soooo...nah. make multiple but honestly who had the time for all this so it's probably easier to just blend it all together for one run.

Split zirconium as a 15% & molybdenum as a 5% which is a lot. Subtract 20 from 25 & you get 5% left over. Although that's because the ceramics & plastics are going to bond chemically with these metals to make this work together, later. Whole thing.

So 5% left now. Selenium & silicon, silicon is 1.5%, yes a harder number to work with by gram weight, but doable. The rest is selenium. 3.5% of selenium added in by weight.

Next are ceramics. Ceramics are annoying as well, sadly. These bastards have no even numbers! For their ratios to each other at all! So be prepared, just saying. Which we will get to the ratios of metal powder (that is already ratio'd as a total whole weight) & the plastics (that are already ratio'd as a total whole weight) later for the 3 coming together in the final ratio needed. Ceramics first.

3 ceramics or if you want 4, but boron is in 2 & so it has to be changed for that blend as there is already silicon & zirconium in the metal blend. Which makes it tougher to do this. The zirconia-alumina (yes if you Google high strength & hardness ceramics you get these, just so happens they work well together for this application & really I like the coincidence honestly) is a semi-majority. Its 40.3362% by weight.....

Yup.

Its actually super important to go 4 decimals. So large weight is needed to make it easier on everything. Who the hell is measuring nanograms, not me. Or micrograms for that matter. Milligrams are hard too, but actually doable with relatively cheap scales you can buy on Amazon even. But f those other snaller grams. Nope, not doing it.

Boron carbide is 5.0522% and silicon carbide takes up the rest. Which is 100% - 45.3884% & that works out to 54.6116% of silicon carbide.

Now, if you want to use some cubic boron nitride you can put together a ratio like this to start off with instead. Zirconia-alumina is 32.5632% boron carbide & cubic boron nitride works to 25.4363% & the rest is silicon carbide, so 42.0005%.

Which....kinda sucks. But larger weight totals make it much, much! Easier.

Now the ratios of the plastic, metal, & ceramics combined. They are not easy non-decimal numbers. So, doing that again. Plastic is 40.2361% the metals are 26.1212% the rest is ceramics for a 33.6427% by weight.

The majority is still plastics, polymers. Ish. Kinda, not really. Most is metal & ceramics. But it needs to be heated together & squeezed & extruded through a nozzle to make a filament.

So, sandblasters have a tungsten carbide nozzle that you can electroless boron nitride plate. Which works. But diamond would be better, however who had the money. Geez. There are 1.75mm opening coolant holes tungsten carbide rods that you can buy that are straight pass through rods, somewhat expensive but not terrible.

Playing them is also not terrible. It makes it last significantly longer. You must keep a very, very consistent ratio throughout this & it likes to separate easily, which is the worst. So no vibration feeding or auger feeding can be done. There needs to be a cone that feeds to the rodz funnels are great. If you could find one the right size.

So instead this is the best & only way to actually do this, but it's a "suck it up and just do it stop complaining to yourself" way. You need to evenly spread this out with a non-separated ratio of everything & squish it with a lot of heat. Like with a T-shirt logo press. Or with something quite similar to this. One plate is not done. Not above 500c & not below 380c! This will destroy bonds and or not adhere. The pressure is at least 100 psi no more than 500psi. The higher you go the worse performing it gets past a point but depending on how dry it is, if you got ratios right if you had more static that day even to if you mold released or not all of it will change total pressure. Practice, but remember I & we don't need it perfect I have stuff below to help remove this inaccuracy & inconsistency to make sure it is good at the end.

Make several, you aren't perfect so it won't be perfectly blended. Its okay I have a way around that. Get a heated roller. Think making pasta & the rollers are heated. That's what that is. Which means you can get your stainless steel pasta roller & electrically resistively heat it after ceramic coating it to make sure it doesn't zap you & you are good to go! 👍

From here you squeeze the plates to a thinner plate, 3mm if you can do it. 1mm is great too. No more than 5mm because they suck to break and snap apart which is what I & anyone else following along needs to do. Get out a soldering iron, yup. You need a SOLDERING IRON!!!

So after you get that out you will "score" a grove into the new sheet you just created & "break it" apart after letting it cool. DO THIS IN A WELL VENTILATED ROOM & OR OUTSIDE!!!! Please, your lungs will die sooner than you wanted & replacements are hard to find. Make sure to use respirators (air filters strapped to your face) & gloves (nitrile works) & a fume hood with a great air filter for the off gassing that occurs. Activated charcoal (carbon) with a great particle filter filter, meaning two different filters. A percolation setup as a pre-filter stage works too, water is fine as long as it is distilled & deionized. Percolation means your (sticky icky) favorite past time filter. Lol, or just anything that allows for a tube to go underwater & have air sucked through & it bubbles up through it. No worries ☺️.

Now after you make sure you have those, you cut the sheets into strips after breaking them after they cool & or heat cut them. From there you will roll them in a vacuum in the long ways fashion, make sure your strips are wide enough to do this! Then flatten them in the roller in the vacuum.

Amazon doesn't have vacuum boxes big enough! So instead I & you can make a vacuum pump do work for us. A sandblaster cabinet can be modified to have structural corners added with light epoxy & or welding done. I recommend welding with a basic spot welder because you only need a plate steel that is 3-5mm thick at corner angles & arches from those to the longer flat sections.

Think a round box inside the box. This allows for the flat parts of the sheet steel to be supported by the plates & the corners so when it tries to collapse it actually pushes against the pressure & uses stronger material to accomplish this. Bolting them in after drilling them epoxying them down is another great way to get this accomplished if you don't know how to weld. It work just as well too!

After you made your huge vacuum chamber that has little arm holes already in it with the gloves provided that can handle abrasion & heat & all that already, because sandblaster cabinet, remember that pressure is different & wants to work it's way into it.

So, you need to significantly epoxy & or bolt more bolts down on your gloves to seal them & prevent vacuum leaks. The gloves are likely thick enough to not burst if they are halfway decent. If not fiberglass & or kevlar can work as a fabric you place over the gloves to make sure they won't break. You just need to bolt down the fabric to the cabinet where the gloves are bolted in & sealed too.

After you make you vacuum cabinet. Steps above. You can now roll the polymer "rug" strips flat & then fold them & proceed again. Vacuums don't have convection cooling. So flatten & fold. Then on to the next one. Do this to all of them first, which is why I had you read that you can make multiple together at once.

The heat of the roller needs to never be above 500c & below 380c! This is extremely important! It destroys bonds & makes it likely that much of it won't adhere together later. Crumbles suck! Remember the psi problem too.

Keep the vacuum pump vacuum pumping. This gets rid of volatiles & off gassing that can contaminate the polymers & or metals/ceramics.

After you complete all strips to folded (just once in half is fine) semi-sheet/plate things you move on to letting it cool off in argon.

Argon gas, yes.

From here it's so it again with another fold then roll it to very long strips again.

Repeat cooling argon recirculation pump. Pump argon out & compress it into tank. Use compressed argon again, you use vacuum pump for off gassing & volatiles separate, filter them if you can.

Then vacuum pump it, get the strips turned into a nice braid after rolling them thinner & then rolling them sideways long ways to turn them into more fiber while they are still warm. Upon braiding you will roll those all together flat one way then twist that then roll it flat again.

Then from there you need to cool them, so, another cooling stage.

Then vacuum then fold the sheet & roll it & then fold the sheet again & roll it again.

Its done, ish. From here it's needing to be chopped up & it will finally be able to go through extrusion.

Yes. I know. This has been a lot of work... Its worth it though.

From here the chopping up is similar to stripping but all done in the argon cabinet. So it doesn't oxidize, mostly & it remains very cool as argon is a much better thermal conductor than regular air! Yay!

The hot plate you used to squish this would be useful to have in there already. But if not get it. You are going to roll these stupid things into pellets that you can actually use with it, unless you have another method in which case use that. I use a tube roller, it's the rollers but I have a tapered tube on the inside that has grooves in it like a cartoon tunnel drill for villains. Funny, but actually totally usable. I metal 3d printed it using a online website (pcbway, xometry, jlcp, etc etc all work) you don't need it to have grooves I just wanted it to be highly specific in sized & shape at the end.

I also plated it. Nickel (it's stainless steel) plated then nickel boron nitride from Caswell Inc.

You can just get away with a stainless steel funnel you can buy at a store for cooking & it will 100% work! It just needs to have no holes in it. Less argon & a little more heat will do the trick.the pellets come out as little round balls & that's how you know they are done. Personally I recommend no argon in a vacuum so there are no argon pockets of air, but it's okay if they are there in very small quantities & sizes.

If not then you can then vacuum it out & just reheat everything & roll them through again (in the tube) & have it be a slightly smaller size to remove all argon gas pockets & have them come out as little pellets again, woohoo! If you use the plate you just need another plate & you'll rotate the plate around in a circular fashion until you get little pellet balls. Works the same just somewhat more work, you need a separate sheet & or plate for the heated surface below. That's all.

Now from here the sandblaster nozzle & or tungsten carbide rods with a 1.75mm coolant hole will be used. You will need to heat them, typically that means a iron-ceramic (the same in electric stove top coils) heating element & a thermal probe in-between with a little boron nitride thermal paste to tie it all together. This lets you know what you need to know for heat. But! We have to feed pellets into the hole & with need a connector funnel.

Soooo.....

Here's where a lot of things become based on what you want to do & so on. If you have a Dremel (rotary tool) you can use just about any diamond cone shaped but to enlarge one side of the road or sand blaster nozzle. Diamond is harder that tungsten carbide. So it will do it. To fit it a press fit is easiest to do. That means another rod with a 2mm coolant hole is best, but they are massive so you will need to funnel down that other rods (or nozzle) tip that will press fit into that & seal with thermal paste (boron nitride) yes that part is actually necessary. The pressures during extrusion get higher & there is a lot of very small fine particles that will fit through your not perfectly sized holes. Be realistic with yourselves like me & so you will do it good but not perfect...

To feed this in, the pellets, a piston driven heating tube is the only way to do this. Yes, that is right. So an electric motor driving a crank (any piston compressor for ac components will work) is the only way to do this. But you have to rotary tool out the side & 2 stroke it with pellets. You have to drill out, or rotary tool out, the sidewalks near the cylinder (leave 5-10mm of material in-between the cylinder side walls) & place in heating elements (rods that heat up work just fine) but make sure you plate the cylinder side walls with boron nitride to increase the lubricity of the whole thing as well as the piston heads skirts (sides of the puck) with it too. The extrusion has to be at a minimal 35-42 degrees facing downwards to limit oil from the crank getting into the cylinder. I used no oil at all. I just turned it off & let it cool down. I first cleaned the shit out of it with isopropyl alcoholic & degreaser.

I left a thick grease for wheel bearings on the bearing for the crank & piston connection rod. So it would unlikely move into the cylinder.

I do think it will effect the end result of oil gets in. So...I dunno be careful.

Now, I did this all still in the vacuum chamber. Because it was easier than removing everything & I was tired & didn't want to. Soooo... again it might be worth it to just have everything stuff in there & say bah to removing it until it's done.

During the extrusion process the heat for everything is very, EXTREMELY, finely controlled & monitored. The piston is 410c let it warm up everything inside the cylinder, including the plastic, the piston head, & the head that I didn't describe.

Silly me. So the head is modified in a shape that press fits the other rod/nozzle directly into it. Which meant, a hole saw/drill thing & the rotary tool for fine adjustment & sand paper at the end to really make sure. Press fit is a rubber mallet & some cloth because tungsten carbide is extremely hard & can cut through that aluminum like it's not even there. Be careful please. A healthy gasket material on the sides & making sure to fully remove camshaft & making sure the valves remain stuck while also grinding down smooth the valves to be completely as flush as you can to the head is needed, just as much as the inside of the head to taper it to the other rod. The smaller the piston the easier this gets.

Right, back to the temperatures needed. 410c for the piston pump is the best temp to start off with, slow but high torque is best for this.

The next rod/nozzle that is the 2mm coolant hole or sized one is going to be much hotter, 550c the entire way. The heat bleed is crap, so a copper capillary tube is the right call. You just need to drill a hole through the cabinet & seal it with epoxy & run it to a computer radiator & use a computer pump. Works just fine the return line is just a copper tube that goes to the capillary tube at the press fit juncture.

But to make it, likely, much easy on you & I (although I figured quick disconnects with a metal hose clamp would work & so that's the working thing going on moving forward) you could just thermal epoxy & copper tube it up! It works pretty well, as well. You are going to need thermal paste g or epoxy anyways to adhere it to the juncture & transfer heat but still *shrugs* most don't want to solder I get it & this will work from a smaller tube to a larger tube all the same.

From here it's cooling it down only to 485c & keeping that going all the way to where it comes out.

From there a filament holder roll is your best friend. You have to be very careful to not lose heat during the process of rolling it & turning it, so a ir heater works just fine for this. 👍 😁

From here after all pellets are processed & you are fine with the small amount left in the piston pump, you are done. Turn off the ir space heater & let it slowly cool off in the vacuum while you sleep & come back to it after a week because it takes forever for things to cool in a vacuum.

If it's cooled before that, it's okay. But there is a final step to this that has to be done. Anealment. Yeah so in the argon you are going to heat it up to 220c & have it come back down to 15c, roughly, over the course of 3, OMG YES 3 AHHHRRGGGG, days. 3. Days.

After 3 days of waiting & having the temperature slowly cool over that time evenly every 1 hour to make it roughly 15c at the end you are done and your amazingly tough & insanely strong filament is done.

You can print it "normally". The printer needs to have a Tungsten carbide nozzle & that nozzle needs to be boron nitride plated. The heat for extrusion is needed to be around 450c - to 480c.

The plate needs to be 250c but can be just 120c and work but tends to stick a little & sort of sucks.

Higher temps help but I've found not until 250c for my logic sanity checks regarding how this came to be. You'll need to test for your own stuff you, hopefully, make correctly. As per these instructions.

Now from here the 3d printer should be a sealed chamber that you push argon through a small nozzle next to the printer. While it is vacuum pumped out & filtered & cooled before going back in.

Argon is the best way to make this work in a vacuum. You can get away with regular air & standard stuff but it's not really the best way. Sadly. The prints oxidize before the final finish step after printing the piece.

The print should be placed into a little box or something, a bag works, that is also filled with mostly argon (try your best) & then you will heat it up in a oven/kiln.

THIS ISN'T TO REMOVE THE PLASTIC. Its not to get it to that high of a temp. Its to help layer adhesion & to thermal shock it into a freezer.

Or, if you are like me, you heat it up in a oven at 450-550f (broil temp) 232/3c to 287/8c & a pressure cooker filled with dry ice on the bottom is used & then it is sealed after placing the hot print in & slowly venting it out at 5psi until it's fully cooled.

Maintain 5 psi & just let it get to close to dry ice temperature as possible. It doesn't need to be at it, just within 20c. That's it. So calculate thermal mass & time for thermal conductivity for total dry ice to save money. Or, if you are like me, just shove as much as you can in that works & a little more (eyeball methods) & let it cool down making sure to keep venting it. Right, I have a lever on my vent I spent the money for a pressure regulator basically & just needed to drill it out & thread it then screw it on. Works.

I have a thermal proper attached to the print & it's usually inside the thing, if the print allows for it. If not it's best to caution & go for broke for extra cooling time & dry ice. Eyeball method! 😎 Oh yeah!

After that it's let it slowly warm up in the pressure cooker pot & then it's fine-ish to use from them, if you need to immediately.

But, it's best to aneal it with a simple 150c max to room temp over a 8 to 12 (it can be a full day if you just don't want to even look at it until later) hours. I mean this was a lot of work, so eat, drink water, take a shower, do your business, veg out on my content on YouTube, etc etc.

This filament is extreme. Just letting you know. After anealment you can readily use it, but a simple bath of electroless plating of nickel boron nitride for your cylinder, heads, bearings, basically just dunk it in is the easiest way to seal it up & be able to start the honing then cross-hatching process.

Get your bore gauge out & calipers. You need to make sure tolerances are good, everything is squared up, flat, then re-plated.

It will mean a tremendous amount. Don't worry if it doesn't look like it's not 3d printed. You have that where it counts, on the inside 💕 remember 😉.

From here, if you sized it correctly you can use any scooter & or similar single cylinder crank, camshaft, & so on you want.

But you are cool people like me! So! Instead you fully printed all of this, made sure there were holes, dimples, tunnels, & some grooves so you could fully electroform this with nickel & some basic Caswell electroforming/plating with ceramics & metals for infill of those things to increase total strength. Even though the metal, ceramics, & polymers actually should fully ionically bond together after the anealment stage.

Yes that's right, the filament you made ionically bonds metals & ceramics together & does so while also having dendrites & splindles form a network web of inter-weaving lattices that tension to themselves at a molecular & micron/nano scale.

It has to do with the charge values & conductivity during the glass transition phase & plastic phase while the anealment forces excess ions to move out & decay electron orbits into another compounds that needs them. The thermal shock/hardening process set that up to start with but then easing tension off forces a relaxing of the material & moved molecules into a better position for filament dendritic & splindle skin effects to take place. This creates voltage & electromagnetic fields to happen. Which further moves these electrons into a place they need to be using a electron hole & electron redox/ redux (can't remember) flow effect which changes the field effects of the surrounding material due to the electromagnetic z field induced that loops & jumps to other dendrites forming a basic coil. A resonance field effect occurs & changes the properties of the material & it's electrical resistance therein.

This further helps push & pull & bond molecules together to their best state. There are better temperatures & pressures but I know these will work because they are conservative & the effect should occur with them no matter what. But I'm cautious & don't want it to not happen. You can experiment on your own, I'm sure.

To move on, however, this means it's a metamaterial composite that's lighter & stronger than the aluminum & steel you would typically use while being just as thermally conductive as aluminum.

Its even lighter, if done right, than titanium. But that's ratios, leaving areas out that aren't needed, etc etc.

Anyways, that means the crank can be made out of this & made to be plated with a tungsten powder & silicon carbide powder together with a cementing of nickel carbide & boron carbide. The heat shock forces it to bind very well at much lower temperatures than normal.

But you can get away with the tungsten powder, silicon carbide & a little molybdenum & chromium. If you plate like brick & mortar style in the intentional holes & dimples it becomes much stronger & shears into a bind crystalline formation like hardened steel! Cool! Even better is that is doesn't take much by volume, honestly a few grams of each, well ish. If a 75cc engine is assumed then the crank will be needing about 47.865 grams total of everything I talked about with a ratio for the tungsten, silicon carbide, nickel carbide & boron carbide of 7% tungsten 16% silicon carbide 12% nickel carbide 65% boron carbide.

But that's a lot of boron carbide. So. I figured 72% tungsten 8% silicon carbide 11% molybdenum & 9% chromium would be easier because tungsten powder is fairly cheap.

Anyways, nickel forming then boron nitride plating then silicon carbide plating (Caswell kits) then nickel electroforming will work pretty decently well.

Same treatment process for thermal shock & anealment. But it's longer now. The thing has to be thermal shocked & anealed first before electroforming (so it's bonded & strong) but then it has to be done again to make sure it's bond structure goes back & remains strong. Heat & electricity is generated during the electroforming & plating process, which will sever bonds & introduce gaps again. So another round will work to solve that.

After that it's fully done! 👍��� Completely. You can now make sure tolerances are good, things are bolted together, bearings are there, lube & oil for engine break in is put in, assembly lube used, timing is good, belts are tight, or gears depending on what you do, everything is ready with gaskets (use correct gasket material, like thin aluminum sheet & or steel shim, rtv, etc) & try your best to start her up!

You can print injectors, carbs, heads, valves, crank, camshaft, pumps, compressors, turbos, etc all from this material & it works with extremely high high & tension, pressure & more for even your exhaust. Of course I am talking about after electroforming & plating like I wrote down & you read. It still does without that, but it won't go as far. Its only 20psi max for boost (*sarcastic shrugs* oh well) same for total thickness at play for the cylinder of the engine block. In fill is a big deal & wall thickness too. If you can brick later, do so but remember it's not available for everyone.

Brick layering a 3d print should be a wavy 3d sinusoidal pattern that uses the "wah woo wahhnn woaahh" pattern to have the next layer fit in-between the last. So you do the outside & the inside then fill in the middle to produce the strongest prints. Work with over hangs in the print, if you can, so it will be able to catch correctly. As in the outside wall overhangs into the middle together with the inside, but this time it's such that the middle part for the above layer squeezes out into the outside layers & they can form into that middles overhang. Its like metal inlay. You kind of do a dove tail then press in the metal then sand it down. Well, this is using the heat & the shape of the nozzle to help get it into the area & contract into the overhang & form a 3d mechanical puzzle piece bond with the filament in many areas all over it. Increasing the flex before break (tension) the compression before destruction, & then ability for it to have memory built in, together with a high reduction of occlusions as the heat & filament pushes out the air that could become trapped in-between the print layers.

Boo-yah baby! Oh yeah! *High fives* Alll-rrright! *snaps fingers & finger pistols at you*

This also helps thermal shock hardening to not crack & break the print. But it usually isn't needed, like I said it's not really available to everyone & then on top of it this version above doesn't exist at all you have to program that yourself.

Instead just use a decent in fill & a larger wall thickness that you can electroform later. The crank is similar but should be mostly full in fill.

You are going to have to polish your crank & camshafts. Same with anything else that needs a very smooth surface to work. This is, possibly, the easiest method to delaying your rabbit hole fixation into a hobby that might cost you some money. Its your very own single cylinder 3d printed engine that can handle extreme pressures (the in fill thickness could just be solid to be fair & then it's based on how much filament you made before this) when properly made thick, but then you can liquid cool it & super turbo it with a direct & port injection. Nothing like making a planetary gear set for your camshafts & using a push pull hydraulic ram for your valves to no longer need springs! Together with a gear system for the camshafts that attach to the lobes so you can have a vvt & a type of vvl based upon the gear moving to move the placement of the hydraulic ram it presses on one side then presses up on the exhaust/intake side to allow for a non-payment infringement Lemke transmission valve train setup that gives you your valves as the throttle & it's able to work to high rpm & has not only vvd but vvt as well.

Hey, remember those computer radiators? They still work for this, those electric pumps are still fine for a tiny 75cc hybrid air & liquid cooled engine 😉👍.

Mass production is not easy. So...yup. it can be made to be, but I'll post about it again later.

Please like, comment, & subscribe to my YouTube & my reddit all that. This is the 3d printer recipe for the crazy full 3d printed engine that can actually be fully not electroformed and will work!

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How do you apply ceramic coating to a bike?

A ceramic coating car is a liquid polymer applied to the exterior of a vehicle or other surface to protect it from environmental contaminants and UV rays.

Ceramic coating has become increasingly popular in recent years as a way to protect the paintwork of vehicles. When it comes to motorcycles, the process of applying a ceramic coating is similar to that of cars, but with a few differences. In this article, we will explore how to apply ceramic coating to a bike and the steps involved in the process. Process to apply ceramic coating to a bike Step…

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Car enthusiasts know that achieving a flawless finish requires the right combination of skill, patience, and premium products. Whether you’re a professional detailer or someone who takes pride in maintaining their vehicle, having the right tools and products is essential. Below, we’ll explore some of the best car detailing products from M4D that can help you achieve a showroom-worthy finish.

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After washing, a clay bar kit is your best friend for removing embedded contaminants like brake dust, industrial fallout, and tree sap. A smooth surface ensures your wax or sealant bonds better to the paint. M4D recommends:

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Ceramic coating has taken the car care industry by storm, offering car enthusiasts and everyday drivers a way to keep their vehicles looking brand new for longer. But what exactly is ceramic coating, and why is it worth considering for your car? Let’s dive in and explore the benefits, the application process, and how to maintain it effectively.

What is Ceramic Coating?

Ceramic coating is a liquid polymer applied to a car’s exterior. Once cured, it forms a chemical bond with the factory paint, creating a durable and protective layer. Unlike traditional wax or sealants, ceramic coatings are semi-permanent and offer superior protection against environmental factors.

Benefits of Ceramic Coating

1. Superior Protection

Ceramic coatings shield your car from harmful UV rays, which can cause paint to fade over time. They also provide a barrier against contaminants like bird droppings, tree sap, and road grime, reducing the risk of permanent damage.

2. Hydrophobic Properties

One of the standout features of ceramic coating is its hydrophobic nature. This means water and dirt slide off the surface easily, making your car easier to clean and maintain a spotless appearance.

3. Enhanced Gloss and Shine

A ceramic-coated car has a deep, glossy finish that makes it stand out. It enhances the natural color and shine of your car’s paint, giving it that showroom-ready look.

4. Long-Lasting Durability

Unlike wax or sealants that wear off after a few months, ceramic coatings can last for years with proper maintenance, offering excellent value for money.

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Applying ceramic coating is a meticulous process that requires attention to detail. Here’s a step-by-step overview:

Thorough Cleaning: The car is washed to remove dirt, grime, and other contaminants.

Paint Correction: Any scratches, swirl marks, or imperfections in the paint are corrected to ensure a flawless surface.

Surface Prep: A degreaser or isopropyl alcohol (IPA) is used to remove any residual oils or waxes.

Application: The ceramic coating is applied in small sections using an applicator pad, ensuring even coverage.

Curing: The coating is left to cure, forming a strong bond with the paint.

It’s worth noting that professional application ensures the best results, although DIY kits are available for enthusiasts who want to try them themselves.

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To keep your ceramic-coated car in top condition, follow these maintenance tips:

Regular Washing: Use a pH-neutral car shampoo and avoid harsh chemicals that can degrade the coating.

Avoid Automatic Car Washes: Stick to hand washing to prevent scratches and ensure the coating remains intact.

Dry Your Car Properly: Use microfiber towels to dry your car and prevent water spots.

Use a Maintenance Spray: Periodically use a ceramic booster spray to enhance the coating’s hydrophobic properties.

Inspect for Damage: Check for any spots where the coating may have worn off and address them promptly.

Is Ceramic Coating Right for You?

While ceramic coating offers numerous benefits, it’s not a magic solution. It doesn’t make your car completely scratch-proof or eliminate the need for regular care. However, if you’re looking for long-lasting protection, enhanced shine, and easier maintenance, ceramic coating is a fantastic investment.

Final Thoughts

Ceramic coating is a game-changer for car enthusiasts who want to keep their vehicles looking pristine. By understanding its benefits, application process, and maintenance requirements, you can make an informed decision about whether it’s the right choice for your car. Whether you opt for a professional application or a DIY approach, the results are sure to impress.

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