#concentrated brine

[mossy-paws]

Subspace doodles (PHIGHTING! Mermaid au)

so I was thinking more about the PHIGHTING mermaid au I’m doing and. What if subspaces’ gas- instead of being like actual gas, was polluted oil? I think that could make for a really cool trope if I ever were to redesign him for it :3!

For the design notes in specific:

When out of control, his “gas” takes the form of polluted oil, in control (as in wearing his mask and tank) it gets filtered into something akin to toxic brine (in which long exposure to can cause a lot of issues, specifically different types of shock, breathing issues, etc). Although the brine isn’t too dangerous to be around in small amounts, it can be harmful over time.

for those wondering what ACTUAL brine water (or more specifically brine pools) are, it’s pretty much a large accumulation of highly concentrated saltwater (which usually is around 10 times saltier then the ocean surrounding it) For most sea animals this brine means instant death due to the fact that is has no oxygen in it as well as the high saline levels.

(Im hyper fixating again can you tell)

[industryinsightsandanalysis]

Brine Concentration Technology Market Size, Share, Trends & Forecast

According to a new report by UnivDatos Market Insights, the Brine Concentration Technology Market is expected to reach USD ~23.3 billion by 2032 by growing at a CAGR of ~5.8%. The Brine Concentration Technology (BCT) market has recently become significant, especially when industries and governments face water scarcity and environmental conservation problems. Pre- and post-treatment are among the comprehensive processes referenced by BCT, and they help in handling and treating brine, which is generated through several industrial activities such as desalination. This article further explains the BCT market in terms of the market demands, usage, production mechanism, and future.

Demand:

Growing Need for Water Treatment

The most influential factor that has contributed to the growth of the BCT market is the growing demand of people worldwide for water treatment. Due to the increasing difficulties in obtaining freshwater, people have now paid much attention to effective and efficient technologies for desalination. That way, technologies in concentrating the brine are useful to counteract the problem of saline byproducts of the desalination process, including addressing certain ecological factors or consequences.

Industrial Waste Management

Some specific industries involved in this sector include oil and gas, chemical manufacturing, and power generation industries, which generate large volumes of wastewater with high TDS concentrations. This industrial wastewater has to be properly dealt with to ensure that it does not pollute the environment in its treatment stages. BCT also offers a sound approach to dealing with the brine which, when treated, can be more easily disposed of or concentrated.

Stringent Environmental Regulations

Governments worldwide are implementing stringent regulations to protect water bodies from industrial pollution. These regulations mandate industries to treat their effluents before discharge, further propelling the demand for advanced brine concentration technologies. Compliance with these regulations not only helps in preserving natural resources but also enhances the reputation of industries as responsible corporate entities.

Applications:

Industrial Wastewater Treatment

The biggest market for BCT application is the treatment of industrial effluent or industrial wastewater. Different industries generate so much wastewater that good treatment methods have to be availed to help manage such waste. To enable BCT technologies such as Reverse Osmosis (RO), Electrodialysis, and thermal desalination to concentrate and treat discharged brine it goes through lawful discharge procedures.

Desalination

This method is mostly used in BCT in desalination plants due to the scarcity of freshwater resources, especially in arid geographical zones. These technologies allow the plants to be more sustainable for the environment through the reduction of brine disposal impacts. Since the use of desalination has continued to grow for the provision of potable water and with the grammatical to consummate BCT’s role, the demand for BCT should be imminent.

Food & Beverage Industry

Water is one of the most important and frequently utilized commodities in the food and beverage industry to facilitate production and for many other purposes, such as sanitation. There are some wastewater issues, and BCT is still a leader in the industry in terms of providing solutions to practical questions such as process water reuse and product concentration. Processes like electrodialysis are also becoming more prominent in this trade due to their efficacy.

Chemical & Petrochemical Industry

The chemical and petrochemical industry particularly emits large concentrations of wastewater that include high concentrations of salts and other pollutant materials. BCT is utilized in order to treat and recover such effluents so that their handling and disposal are made more efficient. This not only allows for following the environmental requirements but also recovers the opportunities from the waste stream.

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Manufacturing

Technology Segmentation

The BCT market is characterized by a diverse range of technologies, each with its unique advantages and applications. Reverse Osmosis (RO) is the most widely used technology due to its high efficiency in separating salts from water. RO systems are extensively deployed in desalination plants and industrial wastewater treatment facilities.

Electrodialysis is another rapidly growing segment in the BCT market. This technology uses an electric field to drive ions through selective membranes, separating salts from water. Electrodialysis is favoured for its energy efficiency and versatility, making it suitable for various industrial applications.

Thermal desalination technologies, including Multi-Stage Flash (MSF) and Multi-Effect Distillation (MED), significantly contribute to the BCT market. These technologies use heat to evaporate water, leaving behind concentrated brine. They are particularly effective in treating high-salinity brine and are commonly used in large-scale desalination projects.

Manufacturing Processes

The manufacturing of BCT systems involves a combination of advanced engineering and materials science. Key components such as membranes, pressure vessels, and pumps are designed to withstand harsh operating conditions and ensure long-term reliability. Manufacturers invest heavily in research and development to improve the efficiency and durability of these components.

Quality control is paramount in the production of BCT systems. Rigorous testing and certification processes ensure that the systems meet international standards and perform effectively in real-world applications. Manufacturers also provide comprehensive maintenance and support services to ensure optimal performance over the system’s lifespan.

Conclusion:

The Brine Concentration Technology (BCT) market is envisioned to expand at a good growth rate in the future since it is expected that there will be more demand for water treatment. there are so many environmental legislations and the ever-expanding use of the process of desalination. As industries intensify their efforts to become more efficient and environmentally friendly, and as governments set their sustainability goals, there is a solid expectation that the need for enhanced brine concentration will be increased.

This makes BCT provide a durable technique in the treatment of saline byproducts so that they can be effectively disposed of properly to some extent so that they will not affect the environment. Technology continues to be developed and adapted, and the consciousness about the environment and climate change is growing constantly; therefore, the BCT market will have great potential to contribute to the development of a sustainable future.

In conclusion, it can be stated that the BCT market is one of the most significant segments that unites advanced technology, business, and environmentally friendly strategies. Hence through the incorporation and implementation of modern brine concentration technologies, industries can support increased legislative compliance to water and environmental conservation initiatives. Therefore, in relation to market stability, further research and cooperation will remain the key to the solution of numerous problems and the enhancement of the efficiency of brine concentration facilities.

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[theworldofotps]

Painting (Drabble)

Pairing: Lord Debling x Reader Word Count: 743 Description: Y/n is struggling with a painting when she recieves some much needed help.

So, I have never written fanfiction for Bridgerton before but after watching the first half of season 3 and meeting Lord Debling I couldn't help myself. I'm also very nervous to post this because it's a bit out of my comfort zone but I hope you enjoy anyway.

Dedicated to: @madhatterbri who encouraged me to write this, helped form the plot and is overall one of the best. I appreciate you so much thank you! (I haven't added my normal tag list since those are usually just for wrestling. If you'd like to be added to a tag list of anything I write besides wrestling let me know!) __________ Y/n let out a soft huff as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, staring at the canvas in front of her. She’d spent the last two hours trying to paint a bird from the book set on a stool in front of her. This was a painting she just didn’t want to mess up on but the more she stared at it the worse it seemed to look.

“Is everything alright m’lady?”

“Yes Ruth, just having a bit of difficulty getting these colors to work and blend the way that I wish them too.”

“Please let me know when you are ready, and I shall draw the bath for you.”

“Thank you, Ruth.”

Watching the maid leave, Y/n turns back towards her painting and examines the book once more. Adjusting the apron she wore over her dress to keep from ruining it, she dipped into her paints again. More time passed and her frustrations only grew as the colors started running and made the bird look like a mess.

Dropping the paintbrush in the pot of water she hung her head in defeat, deciding to just start all over again. Not having heard the door open she nearly jumped, feeling a pair of arms wrapping around her before a chuckle sounded in her ear.

“Sorry to startle you love I thought you heard me enter.”

“That’s alright my lord I just was focusing on something else.”

Alfred glanced around to be sure they were alone before pressing a soft kiss to her neck.

“Tell me what’s the matter.”

“I’m trying to paint this bird and all of my colors keep running I’ve spent hours on it but alas to no avail.”

Remaining silently as his eyes drifted over the canvas in front of them, since they had began courting he was trying to take interest in her hobbies. When he found out she had a love for painting much like his mother, it was one he quickly did his best to learn all he could about it.

“Allow me to offer my assistance to you.”

Grabbing her hand gently together they picked up the brush, the sparks of electricity she felt as they moved together dipping into her paint pallet. She could barely concentrate at the feel of him pressed against her back. When the brush touched the canvas, she let out a soft laugh.

“What is it brining you such joy my dear?”

“Your beard tickles my cheek.”

Y/n spoke softly as his own smile grew to match hers the two talking in soft whispers as he helped her fix the once ruined picture.

“What do you think?”

“It looks so much better thank you for your help now we both must sign it.”

She said pointing to the feather quill and pot of ink sat on the desk a few feet away from them, Alfred reached over grabbing the quill. Signing the name Debling then placing the quill in her hand so she could sign her last name.

Placing it back in the ink pot Y/n slowly turned to face him their eyes meeting hers lighting up as his softened.

“Miss. Y/n  I know this may come forth as a bit forward but may I kiss you?”

He asked a slight nervous quiver to his voice if you listened close enough she remained silently causing him to clear in throat. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel pressured into anything. After a moment her smile grew as she leaned closer to him their lips brushing in the softest touch before a knock on the door sent them apart. Composing themselves she turned to see Ruth entering one more.

“Excuse me miss but your mother is looking for you.”

“Thank you, Ruth please tell her, that I will be right there.”

Ruth nodded, leaving them alone again y/n sighing softly she turned back to Alfred who gently touched her cheek.

“I must be going as it is rather late, I shall call upon you tomorrow afternoon would that be alright?”

“Yes, I would enjoy that very much my lord.”

The pair left the room and y/n saw him to the front entrance, his fingers once more touching her cheek in a bid farewell. Watching him leave she sighed her arms wrapping around herself, the thought of his arms around her caused her face to heat up. Turning, she went off in search of her mother.

[mindblowingscience]

As the electric vehicle market booms, the demand for lithium—the mineral required for lithium-ion batteries—has also soared. Global lithium production has more than tripled in the last decade. But current methods of extracting lithium from rock ores or brines are slow and come with high energy demands and environmental costs. They also require sources of lithium which are incredibly concentrated to begin with and are only found in a few countries. Now, researchers at the University of Chicago Pritzker School of Molecular Engineering (PME) have optimized a new method for extracting lithium from more dilute—and widespread—sources of the mineral, including seawater, groundwater, and "flowback water" left behind from fracking and offshore oil drilling.

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[artechoceneexplorer]

A Survivor in Hell:

Dante's Dumingo

Perfectly adapted for flying across the harsh Ourean Mountains interior, the "Abominharenas", and feeding on scalding hot brine pools, Dante's Dumingo not only survives but thrives in the most inhospitable environment on the surface of Artechocene Earth

Dante's Dumingo, as is name implies, is a Dumingo, an anatid in the family Anabalaenidae or the "Baleen-beaked Ducks". They are a family consisting of many migratory and gregarious species in several genera, all adapted for filter feeding in various environments. The genus Infernanas is particularly known for liking more extreme environments than its relatives, like soda lakes deep in the Sahara, boiling hot pools in remote islands up in the north Pole, or brine pools up in the highest mountain ranges.

But to survive in the Ourean mountains and surrounding deserts, this species had to adapt for every inhospitable conditions known, and yet, it has been able to survive every one of them. It's thick coat of white feathers is a great insulator against both the cold at night and at great altitudes, and against the scorching temperatures of the day. The clearer feathers on its back also help it deflect most sunlight that hits its body, and the dark patches around its eyes help it see with the glaring sunlight. Its thick skin is able to withstand scalding water and impressively high ion concentrations of different species. Its physiology and filtering systems also allows it to drink extremely water of high temperature, salinity, acidity or alkalinity.

[bakuliwrites]

Day One- Gale of Waterdeep

500 Follower Event, 30 Day Writing Prompts Prompt: Relic, Tender, Petrichor, Gale (BG3) Pairing: Gale x Reader Tags: Fluff, Kisses, Cuddling, Slightly Suggestive, Gale Route Spoilers, BG3 Spoilers Word Count: 741

Gale’s dark eyes sweep languidly across the page, no doubt committing to memory the poetic verses written within. You watch from the doorway, comfortably warm in the threshold between cozy library and chilly balcony, a mug of tea slowly cooling in your hands. It brings joy to your heart to see Gale this relaxed. He’s reclined in a loveseat, dressed in his usual soft sleeping clothes and donning a pair of new slippers. The book he’s absorbed in is tome-like in appearance: leather-bound, some sort of ancient relic etched in gold leaf on the cover, a hefty clasp hanging loosely on the edges. You smile to yourself as Gale cautiously turns an onion-skin page, brows furrowed in concentration as he scans the next verse. 

With a small sigh, you lean against the doorframe, looking out to the churning sea beyond. There is something deeply nourishing about your days in Waterdeep. Perhaps it’s the way light rushes across the surface of the sea on clear days, sun glinting brilliantly in the sky, seagulls calling out to one another on the drifting ocean breeze. Maybe it’s the twinkling stars mirrored on the water at night, waves crashing gently to shore and the world silent as can be. It could be the hustle and bustle of the town around you, the familiar sounds of a peaceful life you’d almost forgotten in your adventuring days. Or perhaps it’s the unwavering gentility, the steadfast adoration of the wizard before you. 

Gale catches you staring, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight at the sight of you. 

“Care to join me?” his voice breaks through your silent musing, eyes softening when you meet his gaze, “Books are always better with company.” 

“Of course,” you return, for how could you refuse such an invitation? You abandon your mug on the coffee table, shivering when a gust of wind brushes through the balcony. With it comes a pleasant whiff of petrichor and brine, a scent you’ll probably forever associate this tranquil afternoon with. 

“Darling, you’re freezing,” Gale worries, shifting in his spot to give you room to lay next to him. The loveseat is hardly big enough for two, but all the more reason to cuddle, you think to yourself. And that was most certainly Gale’s plan, for as soon as you sit down, he draws you into his warm embrace. He’s quick to take one of your freezing hands in his, drawing it to his lips and pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles. He warms it with his breath before sneaking in another kiss to your palm.

“Better?” he ventures, a gentle beam breaking through the gloomy grey of the afternoon. 

“Much,” you softly chuckle, letting your forehead rest against his. This moment is suspended in time, the balcony suddenly a realm of its own. Beyond the soft sound of Gale’s exhales, you can hear a drizzle of rain pitter-pattering on the rooftop, droplets bouncing off the railing and landing in tiny ripples on the water’s surface below. Gale holds your hand to his chest, his other arm drawing you close. Beneath your fingertips is the velvety texture of his shirt, the gentle thrum of his heart. This is nourishment in its purest form: Gale Dekarios, his love silently enveloping you, body and soul. 

You angle yourself to better reach his lips, pressing a tender kiss to them, lingering for a long while. Gale’s tongue softly traces the part in your lips as your fingers tangle in his hair. He moves to press tiny kiss after kiss against your cheeks, eyelids, and jawline. 

“Hmmm,” you hum, when he dips to give some much needed attention to your neck, “You can keep reading if you’d like. I don’t want to interrupt you.”

Gale’s book is long abandoned somewhere on the loveseat. You suspect he might be sitting on it, far too engrossed in you to pay attention to the tome digging into his leg. 

A small chuckle reverberates through Gale’s chest when you inadvertently gasp, his lips ghosting down to your collarbone.

“You’ve well and thoroughly distracted me, my darling,” he admits, “I’d much rather you be the subject of my studies this dreary afternoon.”

“Then you are easily distractible,” you return with an impish smirk. Gale quirks an eyebrow at you.

“Or is it that you and your irresistible charm are incredibly distracting?” he teasingly returns, laughing as he pulls you closer and lays his lips to yours once again.

A/N: I adore Gale. Honestly, I adore all of the companions in BG3. And many of the NPC's haha. I want to write more for him, so maybe a fic in the future? Time permitting, of course. Thank you for reading! Up next in this event will be Portia Devorak from The Arcana!

[metamatar]

you were posting about iodine in salt the other day and i meant to send you an ask about it. i didn't know some people avoid iodine, but i do know most recipe books i've read on lacto-fermentation (like kimchi & kraut) recommend using iodio-free salt because the iodine isn't great for cultivating bacteria. do you know if there's a scientific basis behind that or if it's an old-wives tale type tradition?

I only did high-school chemistry. I think that is an obvious connection to make because in common parlance is something called topical iodine, which is used as an antiseptic. In the betadiene/orange formulation, it is a chemical complex of povidone, hydrogen iodide, and elemental iodine. The antimicrobial properties of elemental iodine are well known, but elemental iodine is not stable at all, hence the solution. The kind of iodine put in salt is usually an iodine compound: potassium iodate (most of the world), potassium iodide (united states) or rarely sodium iodate, or sodium iodide. Potassium iodide can decompose to free iodine in the presence of oxygen, which your body can't absorb and also evaporates really quickly, so manufacturers add antioxidants to prevent this degradation.

So, it depends on how your salt is iodised and stored, but you're not likely to find elemental iodine around imo.

The next few studies are from Europe:

For sauerkraut, it seems like it makes no difference. LAB refers to Lactic Acid Bacteria

In the fermentations without starter cultures, the numbers of LAB determined on MRS plates increased quite rapidly from 1 × 105 cfu ml−1 to approx. 1 × 108 cfu ml−1 and 1 × 109 cfu ml−1 after one and three days of fermentation, respectively (Fig. 1a). In the fermentations that were inoculated with starter bacteria, there were already 1 × 107 cfu ml−1 of LAB at the beginning of fermentation and this number increased to 1 × 109 cfu ml−1 after 1 d. After this, the numbers of LAB decreased in both fermentations to a level of ca 1 × 107 cfu ml−1 after 7 d and 1 × 106 cfu ml−1 for the rest of the fermentation. Overall, no noticeable effect of using either iodized or non-iodized salt on the development of the LAB count could be determined.

This one on cucumbers was even more interesting and seemed to suggest iodized salt was better?

In our study, significantly higher (p < 0.05) final total lactic acid concentrations could be shown for the fermentations conducted with 5% iodized table salt in the brine compared to fermentations conducted with 5% and 10% non-iodized table salt, while there was no significant difference compared to fermentations conducted with 2.5% non-iodized table salt.

[saltywithsarcasm]

Emotional Hurt/Comfort - Sanji & Luffy

Send me some PG requests - A pairing and trope

Sanji stands at the sink, washing dishes with steady hands with Luffy's arms are wrapped around his waist, holding him close. He glances over his shoulder and sees his captain resting his head against his back, sighing softly, his hands slowing in the soapy water.

Ever since they rescued him from his terrible family, Luffy has been inseparable from him, regardless if he’s cooking in the kitchen or simply standing on the deck, the other man is always right there. At first, he found the constant clinging incredibly annoying. Every time he turned around, there was Luffy, holding onto him like a lifeline but as time went on, Sanji began to understand the reason behind it. Luffy was afraid, afraid that they might lose him again. Realizing this, Sanji's irritation melted away, replaced by a deep sense of empathy and just let him cling to him. His embrace comforting the cook too. Whenever Luffy wraps his arms around him, it helps him understand that the nightmare is truly over and that he’s finally home.

Though the constant contact made fulfilling his duties a little more challenging.

Sanji steps back to dry his hands, feeling his captain mirror his movement, never letting his face leave his back and turns in his captain’s embrace, letting him rest his face against his chest instead. The blonde raises one arm to wrap around the other and pulls him close, while his other hand absentmindedly scratches his head.

“You idiot.” Sanji huffs, leaning back against the counter and hears Luffy’s soft grunt of acknowledgment in response. “I’m not going anywhere.” Nami sits at the table, quietly watching them and doesn't say anything but Sanji can tell from her expression that she's relieved to have him back too. “You’re stuck with me now.”

Luffy probably won’t let go until they’re miles away from his family’s kingdom, holding on tightly until he’s sure his friend is truly safe. It's endearing but he still has to finish cleaning the rest of the kitchen, his eyes keep drifting to the suspicious scorch marks scattered around the room and hasn't brought himself to ask about them yet.

When Luffy shows no signs of letting go anytime soon, Sanji just gives in and wraps his arms around his captain, resting his chin on his head. He lets out a heavy breath and feels Luffy lean into him, his arms tightening their hold around him, noticing Nami smiling at the sight.

Why couldn’t his sweet Nami be clingy too?

Sanji smiles as well, feeling a wave of relief wash over him now that he’s back on the Sunny and turns his head slightly, resting his cheek against his captain’s head, hugging his captain a little bit tighter.

“I can’t make us anything to eat with you clinging onto me like this.” Sanji tries to reason with him, attempting to get him to loosen his grip just enough so he can prepare lunch but the rubber man isn’t budging, his hold remaining firm around his waist. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“No.” Luffy's voice is muffled against his chest but Sanji can still make out the words and leave him momentarily speechless, his eyes widening in surprise and feels his heart ache inside his chest. The cook silently berates himself, convinced that Luffy's current state of worry is his fault and reassures his captain, promising that he will never leave again. “Shut up. Stop blaming yourself for it.”

Sanji nods in obedience, closing his eyes to concentrate on the scents around him. He takes a deep breath, letting the familiar aromas anchor him in reality. Luffy smells like the sea with a hint of salt and brine, mixed with his usual musk and the faint, earthy scent of his straw hat; It's a comforting blend that reassures him that this moment is real. The blonde's emotions begin to overwhelm him, his chest tightening and bites the inside of his cheek hard, the sharp pain grounding him and holding back the tears that threaten to spill.

His happiness is so overwhelming that, if he saw Zoro right then, he’d even give that stupid brute a hug.

Sanji looks up as he hears Nami rise to leave, allowing them some privacy and he’s thankful for her understanding, not wanting her to see him cry. As soon as she leaves and it's just him and Luffy in the kitchen, Sanji feels the tears welling up in his eyes. He tries to hold them back but the overwhelming emotions spill over. His shoulders tremble slightly and he quickly hides his face against his captain’s hair, not wanting Luffy to see him break down either.

Luffy doesn't lift his head from his chest, giving Sanji a moment to cry in peace but rubs his friend’s back.

“Take your time and cry as much as you need to. We still have a long way to go before we reach Wano.”

[shimmering-star]

THE ART FROM THE HEART

☆ Navia x artist!fem!reader

☆ Genre: fluff

☆ Warnings: none! Anxious reader (?) (Men and minors dni)

Enjoy reading!

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“Stay still, or else I will make a mistake in your portrait. I don’t want to ruin it, not the look of my beloved”. You furrowed your brows, looking into each little detail on the canvas. You were a perfectionist in everything, especially when it came to the art related to your girlfriend. It felt challenging to concentrate today; lately, you became a little ball of anxiety, as your love described you. Thoughts about your upcoming art exhibition, the first one for you, made you endlessly nervous. And you wanted Navia’s portrait to be the centre of it, as she was the one who never let you down and made you keep going for all these years with her energetic spirit.

“Oh, come on, don’t be that serious about it. I’m sure it looks like a masterpiece,” – she said, coming closer to you and tapping your shoulder. Her long, golden locks were shone on the sun. Sometimes you thought that she was your only light in life — the sun that comes after the long, cold night. And the one that you never want to lose, ever.

—“Hey, are you listening, Y/N?”— she asked.

“Sorry, love, I got distracted,” - Your painting picked your gaze once again. It seems perfect, but something feels odd. The Navia on the canvas is somehow different from your beloved, which doesn’t make any sense. “I’m sorry; I think I would need to redo it or add some details. Can you please— “She didn’t let you finish; her gloved finger gently landed on your lips.

“Shush, my flower. I’m sorry that I’m about to turn down your request, but you should rest now. Your creation is more than perfect for me. I’ll definitely put it into the frame later, but if you are not sure, let's go unwind? We’re on a date after all; I need to drag you out of your troubled mind sometimes,” – she said, patting your head. Of course, you couldn’t argue with your girlfriend. Plus, persuading Navia was nearly impossible even for you. “Sure thing” — you replied as she took your hand. Your fingers intertwined immediately, and you felt your tangled worries were slowly washing away.

Navia was telling you something, but you couldn’t concentrate. You were else were, watching the way she moved so gracefully, like the petal of the rose on a wind. Suddenly, everything disappeared as you felt her hands covering your eyes.

“H-huh? What is going on?”

“No need to worry; l’m just brining you to the place where are we going to have our date.”

“Weren’t we already on a date?” This question received no answer. As you walked forward together, you felt a sudden feeling of being loved. Her soft hands warming face, the aroma of her perfume enveloping you, like an invisible cloak, brining you comfort. “We are here!” — she happily exclaimed.

When you opened your eyes, a scene from the finest landscape painting greeted you — a picnic on a shore. A big basket with the fresh bread stood in the middle of the blanket, surrounded by other tasty dishes. Desserts caught your eye; they were all yours and Navia’s favourites. The view from here was magnificent—a city below and plains and forests of Fountain beyond. Right above you, you noticed some cutesy birds that seemed like they were inviting you both to sit down.

“Surprise! Do you like that?”

“Yes, I do, very much,”- you said. You should have seen yourself smiling this moment. Your lips reaching from ear to ear. “Oh, love, you really have should just told me, we could organise it together and— “

“I wanted to surprise you. Come on, sit down,” — she said, making you settle on the blanket.

For the next hour you both were happily talked about this and that, savouring the desserts, you found out were cooked by your beloved.

“They are so tasty Navia! Hundreds of thanks to you, love.”

“My flower, no need to thank me that much; I just wanted to spend some time with you. Oh, look at me...” You raised your eyes towards hers. She gently took your chin, swiping a cream from a dessert with her thumb.

“That’s better, “— she said, not quick to let go. Her gentle finger brushed your lip, admiration and care evident in her eyes. She bit her lip. Red as a tomato, you felt her passionately dive in for a kiss. You returned it that exact second, lost in that moment of passion. The kiss tasted like vanilla from macarons. Your fingers ran through her silky hair, trying to get even closer to her. The minute felt infinite, but soon you ran out of breath. No one was saying anything, while you were trying to catch your breaths. After a moment of silence, her happy giggle rang in your ears: “You are so cute when you are that blushed.” Your beloved gently picked a blossom and put it behind your ear. “Y/n, you are pretty as this flower, no... even more beautiful than it” Navia giggled once again, making you smile wider.”

After a long time of being engaged in various activities, both exhausted, you collapse onto the blanket. Your head rests on her soft thighs, and the soothing patting nearly lulls you to sleep.

“Y/n?” — she asks.

“Yes?” – you respond, not bothering to open your eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

“What!?” Startled, you lift your head from her legs, sitting there in disbelief as the proposal sinks in your mind. “You mean it?” You felt heat rising to your cheeks once again, while Navia remained silent. Instead, she presents you a small black box, containing a beautiful gold ring with a carved rose on it. You didn’t answer anything, but with overwhelming feelings, you leaned and kissed her once again, showing her your acceptance.

“Of course.”

You love Navia — for her character, charisma, quirks and her radiating presence. The rest of the evening you both spend cuddling together under the soft blanket, witnessing the dawn and being ready to greet the night and a new coming day full of adventures together after that. As the dusk was gathering, you realise your artwork has been missing your own emotions, the way you saw Navia. And now you are ready to show this on your painting.

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Happy new year everyone!

[industryinsightsandanalysis]

Innovations in Water Treatment: The Rise of Brine Concentration Technology Startups in China

According to the UnivDatos Market Insights analysis, the growth of brine concentration technology (BCT) in the Asia Pacific region is propelled by several interrelated factors. The rapid industrial expansion in countries like China and India, coupled with the proliferation of desalination plants, generates substantial volumes of high-salinity wastewater that require effective treatment solutions. Stringent environmental regulations and national sustainability initiatives further drive the adoption of advanced BCT as governments enforce strict water pollution controls and promote sustainable wastewater management practices. As per their “Brine Concentration Technology Market” report, the global market was valued at USD ~14.07 billion in 2023, growing at a CAGR of about 5.8% during the forecast period from 2024 – 2032.

In the case of the Asia Pacific region, water and environmental sustainability are two issues that require intervention. This is particularly so since China has recently experienced both rapid industrialization and urbanization, which have put pressure on its ability to manage its water resource endowment effectively. Industry experts often use brine concentration technology (BCT) as the main methodology to overcome these problems, causing steadily growing interest in efficient water treatment methods. This has led to the emergence of a great number of start-ups that have as their explicit aim the innovation of advanced BCT solutions. This blog is designed to investigate the causes and effects of the BCT market in China, look for startups that have shown active progress in this sector, and analyze markets and future.

The Imperative for Brine Concentration Technology

The treatment of high-salinity wastewater is critical in most industries involving processes such as desalination, mining, and chemical production, among others, hence the need for advances in brine concentration technology. The rising industrialization in China means much wastewater production, which calls for proper treatment to avoid harming the environment further and meet the regulations provided set standards.

Environmental Regulations and Sustainability Goals

The Chinese authorities have placed strict measures for the disposal of wastewater as a sign of their adherence to environmental concerns. Several measures have been deployed to minimize polluting the water bodies and encourage the use of treated wastewater. The emergence of these regulations ensures the market’s environment supports the start-ups in delivering mutually and implementing brine concentration techniques, hence expanding their market BCT.

Industrial Growth and Urbanization

The population and industrialization have boosted the need for water resources in China, along with urbanization. Some of the sectors, like petrochemicals, textiles, and pharmaceuticals, generate huge volumes of WWT with high salinity and thus need enhanced treatment. Recognizing the need to address these effluents, BCT provides a solution that is beneficial to any industry that is in a constant search for ways to minimize their impact on the environment and be on par with the set standard.

The Startup Ecosystem in China

The growing demand for brine concentration technology in China has led to the emergence of a vibrant startup ecosystem. These startups leverage cutting-edge technologies and innovative approaches to develop efficient and cost-effective BCT solutions. Here are some of the notable startups making significant contributions to the Chinese BCT market.

1. AquaTech Innovations

It is recognized that AquaTech Innovations is one of the leading companies that develop brine concentration technology in China. For BCT, a preference membrane-based technique has been designed that is both high-efficiency and low-energy. As a result, AquaTech Innovation has ventured into the development of one of the most unique and efficient ways for industrial effluents. Since its technology can be used to treat all industrial effluents, the company has attracted clients from all fields of production. Taking on the company’s innovations, as well as its sustainability-driven vision and strategy, the company has established itself among the leaders of the BCT market.

2. EcoWater Solutions

EcoWater Solutions is another famous Chinese startup in the BCT market, and it is an experienced corporation as it has worked since 2008. The company operates mostly in the water treatment niche, focusing on the aspect of environmental concerns. EcoWater Solutions employs thickening systems that enable it to achieve high concentrations of brine using thermal processes, all at lower costs. The Federal government and environmental organizations appreciate the company’s focus on sustainability and innovations, thus extending their support to the startup.

3. GreenWave Technologies

GreenWave Technologies, which was established in 2010, is a new entrant in the brine concentration technology market. This BCT is electrochemical, and it provides both high efficiency and the possibility of scaling the startup’s operations. A solution by GreenWave Technologies has been identified as perfectly suitable for the treatment of high-salinity water commonly produced by mining and other chemical industries. The company’s innovation has implemented several pilot instances, further reinforcing this concept as the demand for brine concentration intensifies.

Market Demand and Potential

Therefore, the Chinese industry needs advanced technologies in brine concentration, which is an essential factor in the effective management of wastewater, compliance with legislation, and concern for the environment. As for the market prospect, China has great potential in the development of BCT, and different industries need the high-tech treatment of wastewater.

Industrial Applications

In China, the consumer with the most demand for brine concentration is the industrial sector. Chemical and oil refining industries, operations that involve textile and pharmaceutical facilities, and mining activities are some industries that deal with high salinity aqueous solution production that needs efficient removal solutions. The suggested strategy allows BCT to capitalize on these industries’ need to address the effluents, mitigate the impressions on the environment, and meet the requirements of the legislation.

Government Initiatives

The Chinese government has implemented several initiatives to promote the adoption of advanced water treatment technologies. These initiatives include financial incentives, grants, and subsidies for companies developing and deploying innovative BCT solutions. Government support has played a crucial role in fostering the growth of the BCT startup ecosystem in China.

Technological Advancements

By evaluating the information presented above, it can be summarized easily that it has a bright future for its application in China. This is due to industries being in constant search for more water resources under the rising restrictive environmental standards for using water which in turn introduced the opportunity for the startup ecosystem in China to establish innovative solutions tailored to the nuanced aspect of managing high-salinity water.

Future Prospects

The prospects for brine concentration technology in China are promising. The increasing demand for water resources, coupled with stringent environmental regulations, will continue to drive the adoption of BCT in various industries. The startup ecosystem in China is well-positioned to capitalize on this growing demand by developing and deploying innovative solutions that address the unique challenges of high-salinity wastewater management.

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Strategic Partnerships and Collaborations

By involving collaborations between startups, existing organizations, and research facilities, it will be possible to enhance brine concentration technology. Such partnerships can foster information sharing and allow proficient knowledge, resource, and expertise exchange to spur new advances in novel BCT deployments.

Investment and Funding

To sum up, funding and investment are the key factors defining startups and contributing to developing the brine concentration technology market. Policy support from grants, venture capitalists/VC funds, and corporate funding are other sources of funding that are helpful for startups to grow and monetize their products. As the awareness of potential markets and opportunities grows, industry players will be encouraged to invest more in the BCT sector to produce better and more comprehensive solutions.

Market Expansion and Diversification

As the demand for brine concentration technology grows, startups in China will have opportunities to expand their market reach and diversify their product offerings. Exploring new industrial applications, entering international markets, and developing customized solutions for specific industry needs will be key strategies for growth and expansion.

Conclusion

The rise of brine-concentration technology startups in China is a testament to the country's commitment to addressing its water management challenges and promoting environmental sustainability. The demand for efficient and innovative BCT solutions is driving the growth of a vibrant startup ecosystem, with companies like AquaTech Innovations, EcoWater Solutions, and GreenWave Technologies leading the way. As the market expands, the prospects for brine concentration technology in China are bright, offering promising opportunities for startups, investors, and industries alike. Through continued innovation, strategic collaborations, and government support, China is poised to become a global leader in brine concentration technology, setting a benchmark for sustainable water management solutions in the Asia Pacific region and beyond.

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[moonliched]

Sun: drops the bombshell that they can cook their food

My brain:

LICH EXPLAIN PLS!!!

!! perfect gif usage!

oke so! some parts of the mers' warm environment are hotter than others. i'm thinking that some areas are hot lower down bc of thermal vents leading close to the magma core of the planet (but the magma is extremely far down so dw about that), plus the higher you swim towards the light above the hotter the water becomes

so far i've got these options:

🪼 some kind of underwater hot springs type deal similar to a brine pool where wrapped food can be lowered beneath the surface to cook. the pools are like water underwater 

🪼 the same hot springs situation, but an actual hot spring in a large air bubble cave. the mers may bathe in some of the less superheated springs too, but they don't mix bathing with food

🪼 a kind of earth oven - bury the food in hot sand, or lower wrapped food into a thermal vent, retrieve when ready

🪼 a solar oven - a contraption rigged to raise food towards their 'sun', where it can cook where the water becomes extremely heated

🪼 a solar oven... TWO! where they have built a box, and mirrors/glass concentrates the light from above to cook the food. must be handled with care (and not just bc it's fragile)

🪼 also curing and salting meat/drying veg in air bubble caves that have steam and heat from thermal vents

what do you think? :3

[radical-revolution]

The Factors of Enlightenment

One of the clearest and most useful ways to describe practice is in the terms of the seven factors of enlightenment. These are the natural qualities of mind that the Buddha described as the constituents of a proper spiritual practice. A mind in which these factors are fully developed and balanced experiences freedom.

Three of these factors are passive elements. They are concentration, or one-pointedness of mind; tranquility, or quietness of mind; and equanimity, or detachment and balance of mind in the face of change. Three other factors are energetic elements. These are effort, which means the volition to be mindful; investigation, or silent observation of what is happening; and rapture, which manifests as bliss and an intense interest in the spiritual practice.

The seventh factor is mindfulness, the key to practice. The development of this particular quality of mind automatically develops all of the other factors. Mindfulness, noticing the object in the present moment, also has the function of brining these factors into proper balance.

Using the factors of enlightenment, once can evaluate the whole range of meditation techniques and spiritual paths. All of the approaches to practice may be considered in the light of the development of these seven qualities of mind. Some will develop the energy factors more rapidly or strongly. Others strengthen concentration or equanimity more quickly. No need to be concerned with the form of the practice or the words or style of the teaching. Simply see if it will lead to the development of the factors of enlightenment.

It all comes back to mind. Mind is the start and end of all spiritual work. One can examine a path to see what qualities of mind are developed and see if that path will help to to bring the factors of enlightenment further into balance. If so, then use it, remembering that getting caught in further opinions and comparisons of various practices can be a great obstacle to liberation. Relax. Do your own practice and honor those around you with love.

— Jack Kornfield, Living Dharma

[mahayanapilgrim]

Soaring in Freedom

The appearance of Vajrayogini signals the Buddhist participation in the upsurge of Goddess worship throughout India and the Himalayas in the seventh and eight centuries.

One of the central insights of this religious revolution was the recognition that the female body is more universal than the male, for it contains, gives birth to, and nurtures all bodies, both male and female, and is therefore more encompassing in nature. Furthermore, the female body contains the mysteries of creation and generation, brining forth something where there was nothing, providing both space and substance necessary for existent to take shape.

Moreover, sakti, the sacred life force, is most concentrated in the female body, providing the heat and creative force for generation, as well as the energy for spiritual transformation.

Therefore, Tantric Buddhism was adding its voice to a chorus of Sakta theologies-Puranic, Pancaratra, Srividya, Kuala-proclaiming that ultimate reality may fittingly be envisioned as female, as a cosmic Goddess, in its creativity and transcendent non-duality.

Buddhist Goddesses of India.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

How they react to you getting hurt 🥲 | IB headcanon

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Content warnings: injury, blood, war, profanity, light angst.

Being part of the Basterds & getting injured would look like:

Getting injured was not something you planned, but in war it is bound to happen eventually. It could happen when y’all were ambushed, on recon, or something simple as moving place to place.

Whether it be a small graze, a split lip, or a possible fatal wound the Basterds are losing their mind. It would be utter chaos in the tent with Wicki having to kick them all out, besides Alsdo, so he could work with a clear mind. If it was a small injury that could be fixed with some bandages and alcohol then he’d be like “you lot are so dramatic. Just calm down they’re going to be fine.” But if it was serious then the last thing the man needed was panic around him, “if you all can’t shut the fuck up then get out! I need to concentrate before they bleed out!” Wicki cared deeply for you and felt responsible. He’d be dammed if you died on his watch.

Aldo would remain calm but internally was on high alert. You were one if the best Basterds and quite literally the glue that kept them together. In a shitshow of a world you still managed to smile, brining a level of hope and optimism to the squad. Seeing you in pain pulled at his heartstrings. Best believe he would stop at nothing to avenge you if worst comes to worst.

Donny would be in the same boat as Aldo, but would be more visibly anxious and pacing back and forth until he got an update. Like Aldo he’d set the world on fire to avenge you if you died. Donny is the bastard who’d try to make you laugh when you’re recovering which would only make the pain worse. “Oh sorry, I forgot you’re hurting there.”

Hugo is scary. Bottom line he is not talking, he is barely moving. It would not be until he knew you’d be okay that he would visibly relax. If the person who hurt you was still breathing Hugo would be silently plotting. The bastard would be the type to sneak out of camp and track the person himself. God forbid you died because you were the one thing keeping him grounded (platonically) so if he lost you….well pray for those who come in his way.

The younger basterds are losing their minds. Scared shirtless the only thing their minds go to is the worst. Smitty is holding back tears, Omar is biting his nails. They’d be camping outside the tent to hear what was going on and would fall on their asses when Aldo or Wicki were to suddenly come out. “Are they gonna be okay!?” They shout simultaneously, anxious at the sight of blood on Wicki. When the older man lit a cigarette and mumbled, “They’re gonna be fine. They just need to rest,” they all dropped to the floor in relief.

It would pain the basterds to have to send you home if the injury you sustained put you out of the line of duty. This wold be if you lost a limb or were in need of more medical attention than they could offer, such as losing your sight or part of your hearing. Aldo would be the one to escort you to allied territory to hand you over, the ride solemn and silent. “I’m sorry, boss,” you softly said., “I’m sorry I let you down.” “Kid, you’re alive. That’s all that matters and don’t you fuckin’ forget it. I’d rather be takin’ ya back breathin’ than in a casket.”

If your injury was not fatal and a quick fix, expect a small lecture from Aldo. He wouldn’t be upset with you per say, but just angry that it happened. Again, you are someone he cares about. All the Basterds do. So when shit like that happens it scares them and never did they wanna deal with having to bury someone they cared about. He would, however, scold you if the reason you got hurt was because you did something stupid or went against his orders. “L/n, I will warn you this one time. You pull that shit again and I’ll have your ass on the next truck back to base. Understood?”

At the end of the day the boys are just happy you’re okay. It was a close call but thankfully you survived and Wicki was the one with the brains to help you recover. They may have shit their pants and nearly went into cardiac arrest, but the basterds wouldn’t be losing their sunshine anytime soon.

[prolix-yuy]

Chapter 7: You Saw Me for How I Really Was

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader “Sugar”

Summary: It's everything you ever wanted but wouldn't wish for.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Explicit 18+ MINORS DNI, descriptions of male and female bodies, breast play, grinding, oral sex (f and m receiving), rimming (f receiving), fingering, squirting, dirty talk, unprotected PiV sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool, even if you're an android and can't get people pregnant).

Notes: IT'S TIME. Jack and Sugar finally deserve to get exactly what they want. And with one chapter left plus an epilogue, they've got just enough time to enjoy themselves. I kept pushing out the smut because they had so much to talk about, but we know they were gonna fall back into bed eventually. Enjoy!

Cross-posted on AO3

Decoherence Masterlist   ||   Whiskey & Westworld Masterlist

Returning to Jack’s ranch is comfortably quiet, the kiss still tingling on your lips as Jack and Jet keep pace with you and Daybreak. The sun is beginning to drift toward the horizon, and your stomach is growling even as you beg it to quiet down. Jack’s knowing smile heats your cheeks as you clop into the stables, beginning the ingrained process of stabling the horses. Each pass of the brushes and combs brings you closer to Jack’s hands, his embrace, his body close to yours again. The anticipation finally feels like excitement for the first time since you arrived, heart fluttering when he catches your eye or you glimpse a sliver of his profile. Strong arms massaging Jet’s shoulders, lifting the saddle and pulling the gate shut. The sway of his trim hips sauntering over to you. His worn fingers threading between yours as he leads you to the house hand in hand. 

“So I was thinking I’d make some dinner for us, if you’d like to stay,” Jack says cautiously, his touch delicate. You hadn’t even been considering going back to the bed and breakfast, but Jack’s deference to your comfort glows in your chest.

“Yeah, I’d like to stay,” you answer, and the crinkle of his eyes paired with him fighting back a smile urges you to walk closer. Shoulder to shoulder, you enter his home. Russell bounces at your heels as Jack leads you back to the kitchen where you bared your souls. “Can I help with the cooking?” 

Jack opens the fridge, taking out some ingredients. “I suppose if I say no I’ll catch you doing it anyway?” You give him a wink that makes you feel like a teenager, giddy at the faux sigh and head shake he returns. “Fine, I’m putting you in charge of vegetables and nothing else or Russ will give me hell for making the lady work.” Russell yips in agreement.

Jack fires up the grill outside the back door, leaving you to slice tomatoes and lettuce as Russell supervises. You toss him a bit of scrap, which he spits back out and looks forlorn over. Trading it for a piece of cheese gets you back in his good graces. The mouthwatering aroma of meat cooking pulls you to the open door, Russell joining his guardian in front of the grill.

Would you ever tire of ogling this man? He’s tied a blue apron over his button-up, a spatula in hand. The golden light accentuates his coffee eyes, the shine of his dark hair, the concentration in his brow as he flips burgers. When he shifts on his feet he pops one hip out, rounding his tiny bottom just a little more in his jeans. If hunger wasn’t so pressing you’d tear the apron off him and sink to your knees. Or wrap your arms around him while diving a hand into his pants. Maybe bend over to expose your aching…

You shake away the runaway train of your libido, awake and screaming after such a long hibernation. Everything is still so fragile, your steps mincing up to what that kiss lead to after the meal concludes.

The burgers are consumed messily and jubilantly at the kitchen table, juice dripping down your fingers and the delightful grease cut through with sharp pickle brine and cold iced tea. Russell gets his own smaller patty, clearly spoiled rotten by Jack with the way he prances for it. Jack’s eyes meet yours between the quips and banter that flows easily, his eyes still hungry in a way no meal will sate. When he slips his fingers into his mouth to lick up errant juices, you forcibly drag your gaze down. 

With dinner finished, Jack waves you off from dish duty. 

“Go take a look around, my hospitality will not allow you to also clean up.” 

Rolling your eyes you do as you’re told, touring his modest ranch with meandering steps. On closer inspection you find new delights amongst his possessions. A modern music player, a quick browse through revealing a lot of Hank Williams and George Strait. Repair manuals for what seem to be large harvesters, dog-eared and well read. A distinct lack of photos. 

Venturing further into the house, you find a neat guest bath and an open door leading to an office. A second door is shut, and your instinct tells you it’s the bedroom. While you could be bold and enter, you turn and head back to the kitchen. The water turns off, and as you round the corner back to the hallway you see it.

The third door.

It wouldn’t have stood out to you, tucked away past the bedrooms, except for the massive padlock keeping it shut. It shouldn’t bother you - Jack is allowed secrets, especially after all you know of him - but this piques your curiosity enough to step closer. From a distance you think it takes a key, but upon closer inspection you discover a subtle biometric scanner.

“Thought you might find that,” Jack says behind your shoulder, startling you about six feet out of your skin.

“I wasn’t…” you start to protest, but Jack just rubs your arm and reaches past. A press of his thumb and the lock opens, Jack making quick work of removing it and opening the door. 

“I don’t have any secrets with you, Sugar,” he says, taking your hand. His are softer now, warm from the dishwater. “If you want to know what’s in the basement, I’ll take you.”

“What is it?” you ask, clasping Jack’s hand tighter. It’s remarkable how perfectly it fits in yours. How long you’ve waited to hold it.

“Something that took a long time to put together.”

Jack leads you down into the basement, another door with another lock at the bottom. This one has a retinal scanner, hissing open when pushed. The light is cool blue, starkly different from the warm sunlight waiting for you upstairs. Your stomach twists with nerves, but you still follow. 

A few steps inside the basement reveals white tile walls and a smooth concrete floor. In the center of the room is a box, a large rectangle with a hinge on the side. You try not to compare it to a coffin. Against the wall are computer screens, silver canisters, what looks like a 3D printer encased in glass. The only noise is the constant quiet hiss of atmosphere controls and the shuffle of Jack’s feet. You tuck into your body as if your presence could jeopardize the room. He leans on one leg and chews his lower lip before speaking.

“When I left, I had a few things with me. Field repair kit, basically. But if I wanted to stay here on my own, I needed more. After I bought the place and got this room ready, I…well, you’d probably call it ‘hacking,’ but I used the mesh network to poke around in Delos’ shipping sector. Make a few crates go missing, delivered to a desert two states over. Some things didn’t make it, so I have to be careful, but all this…” He gestures to the room around you. “This is what I’m made of.”

You slowly pace the room, silently taking in the scene that’s more like the world you came from. Sterile, cool, emotionless technology. When you get close to the wall-mounted screens they hum to life, and one by one glowing cobalt text fills your vision. Progress meters, percentages ticking up and down. Lines of code that don’t make sense, but when the central screen displays a Vitruvian-esque man’s outline, it becomes clear.

“This is you,” whispers out from your slack lips, roaming over the subtly moving parts that make up the whole of Jack’s being. His heart monitor is thumping hard, vibrant red amongst the rest of his anatomy. 

“Yeah, this is all of it. All of me.” Jack stops, though you can feel the weight of the words he doesn’t say.

You can have it.

Turning back to face him, his eyes are pleading for you to understand, to not be terrified by the underground world that keeps him here with you. But instead of the manic need to run, peace finally winds through your chest like a lazy stream. You smile, and Jack’s relief brings him closer step by step.

“You did this all by yourself,” you say, both of Jack’s hands stroking up your arms as he steps into your orbit.

“It was worth it,” he murmurs, thumb worrying at your sleeve. It aches, knowing how alone you both were, knowing that he waited so long with all these feelings still burning in the heart you can so easily see on that screen.

“I’m sorry, I’ve spent the last two days interrogating you,” you laugh, smoothing your hand over his chest. Solid muscle warms your palm, his proximity tingling down your spine. “You said you had questions for me too, but I don’t think I’ve answered any of them. You deserve some answers too.”

Jack chuckles, pressing one hand to your lower back and surrounding you once again.

“Only what you’re willing to share with me, Sugar,” he says, and fuck, he means it. He’s given you every secret but he’d let you keep yours.

“Anything, Jack.”

He sucks in a breath, tongue swiftly wetting his lower lip.

“You never married him?”

“No.”

“Never found someone else?”

You’d never even considered finding someone during that year.

“No.”

“You were happy?”

Your breath hitches, Jack’s hands soothing up your back.

“I was happier, yeah. I told myself it would only get better, but…I was also lonely.”

Jack nods. “Me too.”

He struggles then, jaw working and false starting a couple times before he finally asks.

“Why did you show me the photograph?”

The maelstrom of emotions that hits you wells in your eyes. He’s holding you so close to how he did that day, albeit in a room that pales his skin and deepens his eye sockets. It’s your turn to struggle now, throat clenching.

“I thought you were going to tell me you loved me,” you half-sob, taking in a shaky breath as his eyebrows raise. “I thought it was part of the park, and it would have killed me to hear you say it when I felt…” 

Jack cups your cheek, letting you lean into the touch.

“I was gonna tell you it was real, Sugar. That I wasn’t sure what the hell was happening, but I was no longer a host and this place was no longer my home. I guess it’s good I didn’t, would’ve scared you right off.” You share a wet chuckle as your tears subside, letting Jack’s body soothe you. 

“But…” he interjects, eyes lifting back to his face. “If you had accepted that, somehow, crazy as it would have been, I would have also told you that I loved you.” 

Your mouth drops open, wonder spreading down your shoulders. 

“Because I loved you from my first breath as Jack. I’ve loved you every day since. Not because of Maeve, or Delos. I love you, and none of it is programming.”

For a long moment you just look at each other in awe before Jack’s face closes off sharply, tucking his chin down.

“I don’t expect anything, this has all been a lot…”

“I love you too.”

Jack’s eyes dart back to your face, his own stunned expression painting his gorgeous profile. 

“You don’t…”

But you wind your arms around his neck and let the peace melting through your body pass on to his. It’s as easy as breathing, as a kiss, as letting yourself stop running from the happiest you’ve ever been.

“I’ll say it. Every day. I love you, Jack.” 

Then you weave your fingers into his hair and ease his lips to yours. The kiss starts soft, Jack’s movements sluggish as he pulls you into his body. Then he takes in a sharp breath and devours you, teeth hard against your lips and tongue darting into your mouth to taste everything you’ll give him. His embrace is close to bruising, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t press every inch of your body into his. Your knees buckle briefly, which urges him to finally break the kiss and pant against your cheek.

“Sugar, I want to take you to bed and make love to you as many times as you’ll let me,” he growls in your ear, arousal nearly unbearable in your core.

“I hope you’ve got stamina enough for that, cowboy,” you shoot back, meaning it to be a sexy tease but more of it coming out as a breathless quip. He nips at your lower lip before untangling and leading you by the hand up and out of the basement. At the slam of the top door Russell bounds out of the living room, tail wagging and eyes bright. Jack curses quietly under his breath while kneeling to grab something out of a box under a sideboard. 

“Russell, man to man, do not come scratching for at least four hours,” he says sternly before presenting the pup with a handsomely large bone. He takes it and skips off to the living room. 

“Bribery, huh?” you tease as he lifts to his full height, but before you can say anything else his mouth is on yours and he’s backing you up against the closed bedroom door. 

“Darlin’, I would let the horses in the house to get you all to myself,” he says against your smile, fiddling with the knob to back you into his bedroom. The door shuts quickly behind to prevent an audience.

You barely get a chance to look at the room - two dressers, lamps, door to an ensuite bathroom - before Jack leads you backwards until your calves bump the bed. He’s dancing his lips over your neck, hands kneading at your hips.

“Tell me you want this, sweetheart,” he begs prettily, and your eyes roll up as he sucks a mark above your collarbone. Every part of you burns for him, clutching at his shirt, his shoulders, the soft strands of his hair. 

“Yes, Jack, please. I want you,” you husk, and he sighs into your skin. Thick fingers work under your top, sliding his hands up your sides and bringing the cloth with it. He tosses it on the floor somewhere behind him, wide palms supporting your back as he leans down to lick along the cup of your bra. The cool kiss of air on the wet trail pebbles your nipples.

“God, you taste good Sugar,” Jack moans while sucking another kiss into your shoulder. Your fingers find his buttons, sliding them out one by one to expose the smooth breadth of Jack’s chest. He blazes under your knuckles, muscles clenching as you ride the hills and valleys of his body to tug his shirttails out. 

“I recall you said I was the sweetest thing you ever tasted,” you tease, sliding your hand down to palm his cock through his straining jeans. He’s bigger than you remember, which was not insignificant. He’ll have to take his time, get you ready for him. Your cunt clenches at the thought.

“Damn right. I can’t wait to taste every part of you, sweetheart.” Jack tucks a knee between your thighs and wraps an arm around your waist. You’re suddenly off-balance as he leans you back, kneeling as he lays you out on the bed. His thick thigh remains between your legs, and you grind on it wantonly. “God, look at you, needy pussy on my thigh. Go ahead, baby, get yourself hot and ready.” He shucks off his shirt as you roll your hips up his thigh, denim catching on your clit and wedging your underwear between your slick folds. It’s tantalizing, Jack’s hands coming down to thumb open your pants button and slide down your zip. Gripping your hips, he guides you against him, lips parted and panting as his hair falls in his eyes.

“Beautiful, you’re so goddamn beautiful,” he praises before pulling back. You whine at the loss while lifting your hips to let him peel off your pants, underwear going with them to leave you in just your bra on the thick quilt below. Jack returns to lean over you, stealing another toe-curling kiss while he thumbs your nipples.

“Can I taste you, Sugar? Get you cumming around my tongue?” 

“Fuck, oh fuck, Jack, please.”

Hooking his arms under your knees, he slides you up the bed before dropping to his elbows, pressing a kiss to the top of your mound. Every anxiety has fled, leaving only a crackling need as he drags his nose up your inner thigh, a light lick up your slit barely parting your lips. Thighs trembling, you try rocking your hips against his tongue but he presses you back into the bed, following his own path as he meanders up and down your thighs. You hope he can see your pussy fluttering, how much arousal is gathering from his light touches. Finally he pulls your lips open with his thumbs and licks a wet stripe over your clit.

Your reaction is instant. Back bowing off the bed, thighs clenching over his shoulders, fingers twisting the quilt. Jack’s eyes rake up your body, a self-satisfied chuckle vibrating against your clit begging for more more more.

“You’ve waited so long for this, sweetheart. I’m going to make it worth it,” he promises before sliding his tongue back into your pussy. Undulating it against your needy clit tears a gasp from your throat, whines held behind your teeth. Jack’s hands splay over your thighs, digging in to keep you open and flush against his greedy mouth. Every lap of his tongue is wet, filthy, indulgent. You struggle for coherence, babbles of “so good” and “please, Jack” and “fuck fuck fuuuuuuck” all you can manage. Jack doesn’t seem to mind, mouth too busy to keep up a conversation. Instead he seals his lips around your clit and rhythmically sucks while teasing a finger at your entrance. The pressure, the pattern of his lips pulling you to the precipice of your orgasm, drives your fingers into his hair to pull him against your cunt. 

“Good fucking girl,” he growls, teeth grazing your clit before he flicks his tongue and buries one long finger inside you. The glint of hunger in his eyes explodes in your spine as you shatter on the rocks of your pleasure. Even as you buck against him he rides you to the end, draining every last drop of your orgasm onto his tongue. Spots dance in your vision, jellied bones leaving you helpless on your back as you try to catch your breath.

Just as you’re about to sit up and reach for him, another finger slides into your tight cunt and Jack blows a cool kiss of air against your sensitive clit. You shoot up with a strangled gasp, pulling Jack’s face back. His eyes are hazy pools, lips and mustache wet with you. A filthy smile dances on his lips, baring his long neck and scraping his teeth along your inner thigh.

“I’m not done here just yet,” he purrs, guiding your hand out of his hair and against his mouth. Pressing a kiss to your palm, he weaves your fingers between his and dips his face back to lap at your folds, curling into something devastating inside you.

“Fuck, Jack, I can’t…” you groan, but he shakes his head, bristly mustache scraping over your sex as he chuckles.

“Yes you can, Sugar, and you will,” he promises darkly, and before you can protest he’s rolling you onto your stomach and lifting your hips. Your cunt gapes at the loss, but he quickly slides his fingers back. His wandering lips graze along your ass before flitting his tongue against your other hole. You jerk, a sudden wave of shameful arousal both backing you up against him and jerking away. He bands his arm around your thighs and spits, the hot saliva sliding down to wet his knuckles. “I want to have you every way I can, sweetheart. Make you feel pleasure you’ve never felt before. I want to make you cum from things you never imagined.” With that he firmly licks over your asshole, long heavy strokes that match the pace of his fingers inside you. 

The oversensitivity passes until you’re aching, full of him and dripping over his hand. His appetite makes your face burn, but it feels too good to stop. Snaking a hand down, you swirl over your clit and stroke Jack’s strong fingers inside you.

“Oh fuck Sugar, is that you? You’re touching yourself? Don’t stop beautiful, I’m gonna have you wailing for me soon.” The intense stretch of his third finger sliding in stutters your hand, planting both on the bed so you can push back against his overwhelming devotions. He snarls, pounding his fingers into you and swatting at your jiggling ass.

“That’s it, baby, you get ready for my cock. I can���t wait to feel this perfect pussy around me. C’mon, that’s it, that’s my gorgeous girl.” Your eyes shut, body lost to Jack all around you as he curls and drags his fingertips against a spot inside that threatens to overtake you. With a yank your feet touch the floor, bent over the bed with Jack folded over you, pressing into that spot over and over again.

“Give it to me, Sugar, I want you all over me,” he whispers, and your mind barely grasps what he means before your orgasm grips you hard and unforgiving, gasping and wailing as wetness drips down your legs. Jack tucks you against his hot skin, cupping your mound and pressing his cock against your ass as he talks you through it, “Gorgeous girl covering me in your cum, you’re so fucking hot, so pretty cumming for me. Does that feel good? Breathe baby, you did so good, you came so good for me.”

“Jack, holy shit,” you finally manage to squeak out. He backs up from you, wiping fabric down your legs and briefly over your sensitive core before letting you sit on the bed.

What you turn to see almost knocks you out for a whole different reason. Jack stands with one hip cocked, his heather gray button-up damp with your release. It’s not the only thing soaked; his jeans, open and slung low on his hips, are dark with liquid, droplets clinging to the curls of his pubic hair. You can just barely peek the head of his cock breaching the vee of his zipper, face flushed a boyish pink as he cards his fingers through his mussed hair. 

“Oh my god, you’re…I did…” you stammer, heat blazing in your cheeks. Jack laughs, tossing his shirt to the side and running his fingers over his stomach. The shine of wetness comes away on his fingers, and he licks them delicately. You’re sure you’ll ignite any second, but he only hums in appreciation.

“Just like all of you, Sugar, oh so sweet,” he drawls. “Give me two minutes to brush my teeth and think about baseball and I’ll be back,” he adds, swaggering into the ensuite. You bury your hands in your face and take a few breaths, but they’re mostly to bring you back from your out of body experience. Realizing your bra is still on, you quickly unclasp and toss it with the other clothing, climbing up the bed and kneeling. From here you can see Jack’s back ripple as he leans down to rinse his mouth, the warmth in his eyes when he catches you in the mirror. Turning he leans in the doorframe, looking you up and down shamelessly.

“Never seen anything more gorgeous in my entire life,” he says, hooking his thumbs in his belt loops and tugging his jeans down. Stepping out of them, he comes to the side of the bed and strokes up your thigh to your lower back, tugging you close to kiss you. His mouth is cool and minty, a balm to your overheated skin, as he cups your head and lets your tongues touch in playful sweeps. Skin against skin makes you melt into Jack’s body, breasts pressed against his chest while he strokes over the span of your shoulders, the curve of your back, squeezing your perfect ass. 

Breaking the kiss, you brush your noses together.

“I’d like to ride you, cowboy,” you ask, his cheeks flushing as you nip at his chin. He chases your mouth for another kiss, letting you pull his tongue between your teeth with a stifled groan.

“I’d like that, Sugar, love to watch you on my lap,” he husks into your ear, climbing into the bed beside you. He arranges himself, propped up in the pillows and lightly stroking his cock from base to tip. Kneeling next to him, you place a kiss on his shoulder, the center of his peck, the soft rounding of his belly. His fingers still at the base as you lean over and lick the head of his cock, the musky taste making you salivate. With no warning you wrap your lips around the head, his moan spiking arousal in your cunt. You slide down his shaft, swiping your tongue along the underside and flicking around the ridge. Jack’s thighs clench, choked-back curses sizzling off your back. It isn’t until you slide to the base, relaxing your jaw and tracing the tip of your tongue along his fingers that Jack urges you off him. He replaces his cock with his lips, ravenous as your teeth clack and he pulls you onto his lap.

“Almost blew it before getting inside you, baby, you’re too good at that,” he gasps, slowing down to rest his forehead on your shoulder.

“Need me to slow down?” you ask, his head shaking in response. You stroke your fingers through his hair, pressing your cheek against his head as he wraps his arms around you. His cock slips through your folds as you rock against him, tilting your hips to catch him just at your entrance. You hold his head between your hands and pull him back enough to watch as you take just his head inside. His eyes roll back, threaten to close but he forces them open, mesmerized by the way your chest heaves, lips parted, eyes hooded as you work his cock inside you. When you throw your head back he fits his lips against your neck, leaving wet trails as he takes your nipple into his mouth. The zing of pleasure from his flicking tongue, the other nipple rolled between his fingers, urges you to sink down to the base. He releases your breast with a pop, foreheads coming together as you sit full of him. 

“Jack,” you finally say breathlessly. He hums, turning his head up to drag his lips along your jaw. “Probably a bad time to ask, but…you can’t get me pregnant, right?”

Jack snorts into the junction of your shoulder, nails scratching lightly down your back.

“Very insightful. No, I am proverbially shooting blanks.”

You let the amusement of the moment simmer down, his tongue tracing shapes below your ear, before speaking again.

“Then I want you to cum in me, Jack. I want to feel you inside me.”

Jack’s grip tightens, his thighs clenching underneath you. 

“Fuck, Sugar, I want that. Want to fill you with my seed, watch it drip out of you.” You lift up on your knees, his cock sliding through your tight pussy, before sinking back down firmly.

“Fill me up, Jack.”

Jack’s pained groan spurs you to ride him properly, your hands braced on the headboard behind him. He looks up at you like a deity, worshiping you with his work-worn hands. His thighs are slick with your arousal and sweat, making the glide even more sensual. You roll your hips to feel every ridge and vein of him inside, helpless whines slipping out when he circles your clit just right or scrapes his teeth along your nipples. 

“Darlin’, you tell me when you’re close and I’ll get you over the edge. I want to be the one making you cum, sweetheart, please let me make you cum,” he begs into your shoulder. You weren’t even sure if you had a third one in you, but every slip of his lips on your skin makes electricity crackle inside. 

“I’m close, Jack, I want you, I want you,” you babble. Jack tilts you forward, planting his feet and fucking up into you from below. He pulls you down against the force of his thrusts, the sticky slap pulling one long moan from your lips. It’s right there, just out of reach, when Jack flips you to your back, yanking your legs over his shoulders. Your eyes widen, fisting the blanket around your head, but then Jack presses your thighs to your stomach and mounts you, drilling down and…

“Oh fuck, Jack, fuck, right there, rightthererightthereright…” Your begging is lost to the scream you barely recognize as your own as Jack fucks an orgasm into your cunt, teeth gritted and lip snarled as he harshly pants above you. Your pussy clamps down and he follows with a bellow, watching where you’re connected. You swear you can feel his cum inside, marking you in a way no man has ever done before. A primal voice roars mine and his in one sound, and your eyes must be as wild as his are because when they meet he’s crushing his mouth to yours, roughly licking in and swallowing down your weak pants. By the end he’s whimpering into your mouth, softening inside but loathe to move from the tangle of limbs. His arms surround your head, stroking at your cheeks as he watches you closely. Yours are too weak to lift yet, but you let one drape over his back. Fingers trace delicate patterns on his sweat-slick skin. 

“Is it okay if I say it again?” Jack asks. You hum curiously, his body settling into yours. 

“I love you,” he murmurs, eyes darting away shyly as his thumb strokes the corner of your lips. You smile wider, a feedback loop of happiness.

“I love you too, Jack.”

And in that moment, that’s all either of you need.

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