#magnesium plating

[advancedsurfacetechnologies]

Advanced Surface Technologies

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[tinydefector]

Hello! Can I request the perfume scenario but with Soundwave this time, please? 🥺 I really admire your works! Hope you have a nice day <3

For Soundwave the small drifting fragrance has him stopping in his traces instantly it doesn't matter what he is doing or where he is, the moment he even detects the perfume he knows its you, knows it by the subtle scent of your skin that is enhanced by the perfume. He leaves whatever he is doing to track you down. It doesn't matter if it's checking cameras, spying on his targets, or in a meeting with the Decepticon higher-ups. He will make quite a show of it with leaving meetings because the others can smell it too, and they watch like hawks as he walks out, knowing full well where the Communications officer was heading.

Soundwave is a rather smug mech. He won't voice it, but he is very smug, but he's also very willing to put other bots into their place. So when he arrives back at his quarters and can see other bots sniffing around, all he needs is to send a high-powered static pulse from his EM field before they are scurrying away. But the moment he enters his quarters, it's a different mood.

Soundwave is one of a few cybertronian who have enough resolve not to pounce. He enjoys playing and toying with you. He will pretend to ignore you while he pours him a glass of high grade before he makes himself comfortable in his seat. He will retract his mask as he slowly sips his drink, watching the way you squirm under his gaze.

He's a smug mech becuase he will have you begging in his lap without even saying anything to you and without even touching you, he will even hold out his drink for you to swirl your hand in before his glossa is picking the high grade off your arm and then wait for you to reapply the perfume. If energon hadn't been dangerous to the human nerves system, he would have had you laying in a bowl of energon for his own pleasure, but he would settle for the safer option. Sometimes, he will even use you as his own personal snack plate, with carbon swirls, magnesium and bismuth crunches, and even energon and Galium crystal candies.

That's how you end up sitting on his spike. He continues to enjoy his drink. Watching the way you move and take him. This was his guilty pleasure, using perfume, high grade, and your skins pheromones as his own way of riding a high. He's a tender lover and makes sure you're satisfied by the end.

For Soundwave, you don't smell or taste like his favourite treat. You are the treat. He loves the blended mix of your skin, perfume, and high grade mixed together.

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[oddishfeeling]

nothing is ever happening to me bc i don’t do anything 😭 i go to work and i finish class assignments so that i can do nothing!! on my days off, i usually do chores around the house bc i find it extremely soothing even if it is just a different type of distraction. and by the time im done with that, im tired. 😴 idk how to find time for my soul needs when it seems to require so much of me to keep on top of these things. i feel like there’s a sacrifice to make every time and i tend to pick the practical route bc im always going to need clothes to go to work. so i do laundry. i’ll need to eat. so i do the groceries and i make dinner. i do the dishes. i get 10k steps in and then watch too many episodes of a show i dont particularly like. i’ll shower and wash my hair. i’ll do my skincare. i’ll take the magnesium supplements before bed. and i hope and pray for a good nights sleep. also it’s worth mentioning that i don’t think there’s anything wrong with this little life. there’s beauty in and all around it. i get to share it with my partner and our cat and our dog. dotted and sprinkled with quality time spent with my friends and my family. but i would be lying if i said that i didn’t want more, that my soul is being pulled firmly and more intensely everyday. that i have no idea where to or to what or who i’ll be where i finally find it. but truthfully it’s just a feeling that washes over me, like the suds on a dinner plate. like shampoo down the drain. like the flies trapped by the daddy long leg in my kitchen window. they just come and go. they don’t interfere much except when i’m still and i’m quiet between tasks. then i feel like it like a draft. like an old friend from the future. inviting me to a place i belong but haven’t been to yet.

[the-kr8tor]

Hobat brown's got me going hard into my bat phase again PFFT I will always be a halloween fanatic Daily Hobie HC! Hobat brown time Obviously, Hobie can always turn into a bat. After all, what vampire can't? The somewhat cute, yet amusingly annoying thing however, is Hobie can decide what specie of bat he wants to be. Thankfully, he's usually content being the biggest type to still have the feeling of being tall..being a fruit bat. Of course, his little face is always still recognizable with those spiked accessories and piercings. And obviously, those mischievous, loving eyes that always seemed to soften whenever placed upon you. When Hobie had shapeshifted into a smaller bat specie, he'll always nestle into the crook of your neck, his little body covered by your hair as you go about. Whether you've been invited to hangout with friends, or just at the store buying groceries, he'll be a little fuzzy ball curled up at the side of your neck. If he wants your attention during these times, pray you don't have an earring on, because Hobie will manage to bite onto it and give it a little tug. Or he'll chitter endlessly until you acknowledge his presence. Depends on how Hobie feels like. Around the house, Hobie will most likely be his fruit bat form, if not vampiric. He'll cling onto the back of your shirt if you're doing something, his wings draping over your shoulders as his face is immediately buried into the back of your neck. The first few times he'd do this, Hobie genuinely thought it'd be something to tease you with, but now it's just something out of affection, seeing as you didn't have any negative reaction, and often acknowledged him with a gentle rub at his wings. Even when you've decided to take a little nap, as a bat, Hobie will drape himself on top of you like a small blanket, enjoying the close proximity and warmth. One thing Hobie will never pass up the opportunity to do though, is to lick you. Even when he's a microbat, he'll sometimes just start licking your neck. Not out of hunger, but just to hear you start giggling since Hobie's very aware how ticklish you were there. Although you aren't sure which form you find more cute- annoying. Annoying..you can't deny that you love it. Even as a vampire he will still nibble on your neck playfully when you allow him to. Hobie won't even be needing to feed, and just wanting to show you how much he loves to tease you. If he is feeding from you, he'll gladly tell you if you need more iron or not in your blood. Despite the fact he drinks your blood, he makes best for telling a pretty good blood test result. And not only will he tell you what you need based on your blood, but will wholeheartedly go out of his way to get you something that might help. Low iron? Strawberries, watermelon, raisins. Low magnesium levels? ROASTED CASHEWS. Hobie never does this with what he's getting from you when he buys this and gives you it to eat, but instead is rather thinking of how he can raise your levels so you don't suffer. Whenever he notices subtle changes in your blood, sometimes he won't tell you, and will nonchalantly just give you foods that will raise the lowered levels. You never knew why sometimes Hobie would just randomly give you a plate of washed and sliced strawberries after he drank from you, until you asked, to which he nonchalantly just pointed out that you were low on iron. One of his very major rules however is he'll never take your blood while your uterus is having a tantrum. Especially at that time of the month, he's perfectly satisfied with alternatives. Hobie wouldn't even dare putting his fangs near your neck, opting to just smothering you in kisses whenever you feel terrible. -🐦‍⬛

He is a cutiepie! I would love to hang out with him and terrorize some ppl lol

Daily Hobie HC ❤️

So adorable! I can imagine a tiny bat swinging around while he clings to my earrings 😍 imagine that he's so small that you've forgotten that he's perched on your shoulder and he suddenly licks your neck making you jump lmao

Hobie leans away from your neck, mouth covered in your blood: *smacks his lips* hmmm needs more iron (I'd side eye him fr)

😂 i can imagine that he has made the error of feeding on you while satan's waterfall is visiting you and you suddenly collapse and fall limp in his arms 😆 he has never been more afraid thinking that he has drained you 🤣🤣🤣 (poor vampire)

[diabolus1exmachina]

Lamborghini Urraco P300

Despite having been conceptualised as the model to dramatically increase sales and bring Lamborghini greater financial stability, the Urraco P250 proved a commercial flop. Production started in late 1972 following major equipment and floorspace investment. However, by late 1974, less than 500 had been delivered. The Urraco should have gone into production two years earlier than it eventually did. Lamborghini had originally conceived the model with a view to selling over 1000 examples every year.

The disappointing reality left Lamborghini deep in the red, but the Urraco was only partly responsible for a difficult few years.

Compounding the firm’s troubles had been delays for the Countach, a worldwide recession, problems at Lamborghini Trattori and unionised labour, all of which contrived to take their toll on the company founder. In 1972, Ferruccio Lamborghini had sold his tractor company along with 51% of his motor car business. He cashed out of the final 49% in 1974 when the world was in the midst of an energy crisis that slashed demand for gas guzzling machinery.

Throughout this tumultuous period, development work continued on the Urraco. It mainly focused on the Paolo Stanzani-designed V8 engine that had been created especially for the new model at considerable expense. In November 1974, an uprated Urraco P300 was launched at the Turin Motor Show. It immediately went into production alongside the Countach LP400, Espada Series 3 and Jarama S.

Most significantly, the Urraco P300 came with an enlarged three-litre engine. Equally importantly, the power unit now incorporated dual instead of single overhead camshafts.

To take capacity up to three-litres, Paolo Stanzani’s all-alloy 90° V8 was stroked from 53mm to 64.5mm. Bore went unchanged at 86mm for an overall displacement of 2997cc (an increase of 534cc). Compression was dropped from 10.5:1 to 10.0:1. Four new Weber 40 DCNF twin-choke downdraught carburettors were installed to replace the old 40 IDF 1s used previously.

The consequence of these improvements was a dramatic jump in output. Peak power was up 40bhp to 260bhp at an otherwise unchanged 7500rpm. The torque rating also rose considerably; 195lb-ft was now on tap at 3500rpm compared to 166lb-ft at 5750rpm for the P250.

As before, ignition was via two Marelli coils and a single Marelli distributor.

Lamborghini’s five-speed manual gearbox was beefed up to cope with the increased power and torque. Transmission was via a single dry-plate clutch and Lamborghini differential. New damper settings improved the ride, but otherwise little was changed to the existing platform The P300 was based on the same steel monocoque body shell as its predecessor. The engine was housed transversely like the Miura.

Suspension was independent all-round with MacPherson struts, coil springs and telescopic shocks. Anti-roll bars were fitted at either end The twin circuit brake system incorporated unchanged 278mm ventilated Girling discs. Campagnolo’s handsome five-bolt cast magnesium wheels were retained. They measured 7.5 x 14-inches and originally came shod with Michelin XWX tyres.

An 80-litre fuel tank was fitted in the engine bay.

Visually, the only change made to the P300 Urraco was a switch from a two-bank to six-bank radiator cooling vent on the front lid. The rest of Marcello Gandini’s soft wedge creation was unaltered.In a decade not exactly renowned for design longevity, the Urraco proved somewhat timeless. Compared to Bertone’s other mid-engined 2+2, the Ferrari Dino 308 GT4, the baby Lamborghini aged very well, even though it was ultimately outsold by the Maranello product by five to one.Build quality was considerably improved over earlier examples and nowhere was this more apparent than in the cockpit.Bertone had originally been responsible for furnishing the bodyshells, but by the time the P300 was on stream, this work had been taken in-house.

Lamborghini used better quality materials and ensured a higher standard of fit and finish.To this end, P300s were generally equipped with full leather interiors instead of the often garish two-tone leather and fabric combinations seen earlier.

The full width dash layout was still just as haphazard though. The rev counter and speedometer were located at either end of the instrument binnacle and angled in towards the driver. Supplementary gauges and various rocker switches were housed in between.

Lamborghini’s unusual deep dish steering wheel with its four arced horizontal spokes and leather rim was also retained. Like the P250 (which remained in production for a few months longer to use up an overstock of parts), the only update was the gradual shift to anodised black bumpers, wipers and window frames. A more conventional three-spoke steering wheel was also introduced towards the end of production.

[nymphaticdream]

May 5th: Day 2

Brunch: two scrambled eggs (12g protein/140 cals), 2 slices of salmon (17g/144), a bit of potatoes (1/4 plate of carbs/180), salad (vitamin A), 2 tbsp of avocado (healthy fats/60 cals) = Overall: 34g protein/550 cals ✅

Vitamins/supplements taken ✅ (again, berberin, inositol, vitamin B16, C, D, Zinc, magnesium)

Snack: matcha latte with almond milk (l-theanin that stabilises blood sugar/reduce cortisol, 60 cals)

Dinner: avocado toast: avocado (1,5g, 120 cals), keto bread (8g, fibers, 70 cals), eggs (12g, 140 cals) = 21,5g protein, 330 cals

+ spearmint tea (good for digestion)

🌟 Overall: 940 cals (57g protein) - 325 cals = 615 cals 🩷🩷

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: Tips For Mindful, Healthy Eating

Be mindful of the foods you keep at home: While I'm not a fan of restriction (especially of entire macronutrients), know yourself well enough to help yourself prevent binging on trigger foods that you start overeating when stressed, tired, etc. My rule of thumb is if I would be uncomfortable having 2 servings of something in a sitting, it doesn't belong in my fridge/freezer/pantry. Keep those treats for socializing or outside of the home.

Discover a selection of healthy meals, snacks, and staple items you love: Physical, nutritional, and emotional satisfaction are all essential to keep your cravings in check. Consider the 5 or so lunches/dinners you love and 1-3 breakfast options, at least 1-2 sweet and savory snacks (like fruit, popcorn, edamame, etc.) to create a simple rotation to keep you satisfied throughout the week. Experiment with different recipes/produce/spices/low sugar & low-fat condiments and seasonings to find what combinations taste the best to you.

Check-in with yourself before eating: Ensure that you're eating due to true hunger rather than feelings of boredom, stress, sadness, etc. If you have the urge to emotionally eat, try to get moving by shaking your arms, dancing around your room, taking a walk, etc. for at least 5-10 minutes before considering getting something to eat.

Enjoy mindful eating: Eat with as few distractions as possible. Take your time to enjoy the food. Take small bites, put your utensils down between bites, and chew slowly. Check in with yourself throughout the eating experience to reconnect with your hungry cues as you get through the plate or bowl of food. See if your hunger is decreasing and how full you feel throughout the experience. Make eating its own separate and enjoyable activity whenever possible.

Have indulgent teas, coffees, and fruit water on hand: Eat if you're truly hungry. But, for the times you're bored or stressed, having a vanilla or cinnamon tea, a cup of cold brew, or a lemon/fruit-infused water can satisfy your desire for some palette simulation

Don't get into a binge-restrict cycle: Allow yourself to eat when you're truly hungry, otherwise, you will overcompensate at a later date. A good litmus test to see if you're truly hungry is to reflect on whether multiple food options could satisfy your current desire for food. If only one food or unhealthy options sound desirable, you're probably experiencing a craving rather than true hunger.

Stay hydrated & get enough sleep: Drinking enough water and a full night's rest are essential to prevent energy crashes that increase your hunger and decrease your inhibitions to give into stress binges or choose unhealthy options. Always keep a glass of water by your side when working, watching TV, etc. to prevent dehydration or a general lack of fluids. Give yourself a loose sleep schedule with an hour or so grace period for your ideal bedtime and wake-up time for the workweek and the weekends.

Ensure you're meeting all of your vitamin requirements: Your body will naturally feel sluggish and more susceptible to cravings if you're not getting enough of certain nutrients on a regular basis. I always supplement with B12 and vitamin D as someone who's been vegan for over a decade. Make sure your diet incorporates nutrients like iron, magnesium, and zinc (common nutrient deficiencies).

[duckapus]

*Meggy walks into Mario's Spaghetti Lab, which is now full of all sorts of strange spaghetti variants. there's spaghetti in nearly every color she can think of, and several she can't. there's spaghetti made of materials that absolutely should not be edible, or even should not be period. she swears that one of them seems to be made of music somehow. and in the middle of the chaos she finds Mario at a table, face down, with a plate of something in front of him*

Meggy: *gently shakes his shoulder to get his attention* Red, nobody's seen you for three days. I'm worried about you.

Mario:

Mario: *points at the plate in front of him* You know what that is?

Meggy: Uh...not-not really? I mean, I guess it's probably technically spaghetti but looking directly at it's kind of giving me a headache.

Mario: ...It's Cringe. I somehow made spaghetti out of the very concept of Cringe. *faceplants into the table again* ...I can't do it.

Meggy: Uh...

Mario: I can't make that stupid Orange Spaghetti! Any other color, sure! Elements? The magnesium spaghetti tasted like cotton candy! Emotions! Powerups! Fundamental laws of the Universe! But the one thing I actually want is always just out of reach!

Mario: *sighs in defeat* I'm... I'm done. I'm never going to figure out that recipe. I should've given up when Bowser and Whimpu did.

Meggy: ...I'm sorry, Mario. I know how much this meant to you. *starts pulling something out from behind her back* I was gonna use this to try and convince you to take a break but...maybe it can cheer you up instead. *the object is revealed to be a large bottle labeled "Bob Juice"*

Mario: ...Wasn't that just gasoline last time.

Meggy: Yeah, but that was just for his insurance fraud scheme. Apparently he makes actual moonshine in his spare time and calls it Bob Juice. I've tried it before, it's actually pretty good. It's also ridiculously strong, so we're probably gonna end up blackout drunk even with just a little bit.

Mario: ...*shrugs* Eh, why not. Not like I've got anything else planned today.

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*A Few Hours Later...*

Mario: *groans and slowly picks himself up off the floor, and looks around to assess the mess Drunk Mario & Meggy left for Hungover Mario & Meggy to deal with, then freezes when he sees it*

"It": *a plate of spaghetti so Orange that it embodies the very concept sits in the pristine, untouched center of the carnage*

Mario: ...Meggy?

Meggy: *gives a repeat performance of Mario's awakening* Yeah?

Mario: You can see that too, right?

Meggy: See wha- *opens her eyes and beholds the Spaghetti* No. Way.

Mario: *gets to his feet and approaches it with reverence, slowly picking it up, and then...* NOM

...THOOM!!!!!!!!!

Mario: *pays no mind to having just exploded and starts tearing up* It's more delicious than I could have imagined...

Meggy: Hey, that's great! You found the- wait we were blackout drunk do you actually know the recipe now?

Mario: Hmm... *lights up* I got it! Runs over to the cooking part of what's left of the lab and cooks in a frenzy, the BotW cooking jingle (specifically the one when you make a really good meal) playing, and soon he's holding another Orange Spaghetti out for Meggy*

Meggy: *eats the spaghetti, causing another explosion* Oh yeah! Just like I remember it!

Mario: *chuckles* I guess I was just overthinking it or something. It was actually pretty easy to figure out once I knew I could. *turns back to the cooking station* You grab the others, I'm gonna make enough for everyone to try some!

Meggy: You got it. *runs out the door, heading towards the Showgrounds*

[batterymaster01]

The Cosmology of Athyrmagaia, the Home World of the Astutocentaurini

Athyrmagaia is like a distant twin of Earth in many regards. It is the third planet of a G-type main-sequence star called "Doppelganger", and it lies right in the system's Goldilocks zone. It is one of three celestial bodies in this system that currently harbors complex multicellular life, the other two being the sweltering hot Musp and the frigid Hel, both of which we will examine at a later date. Athyrmagaia is about 93.928 miles away from its home star, and it travels an elliptical counterclockwise orbit that is about 413 Earth days long. Its axial tilt is about 24.2 degrees, which results in slightly more dramatic seasons throughout the year. With an axial rotation speed of about 893 mph, its days are about 28 hours long, just four more hours longer than our own planet.

Athyrmagaia has two natural satellites, nicknamed "Nicholas" and "Kringle" respectively. Nicholas behaves similarly to the Terran moon, whose counterclockwise orbit takes about 29.5 local days to complete. Its most fundamental difference, however, is that it has its own sub-moon, Kringle, which is less than a quarter of its size. As Nicholas orbits Athyrmagaia, Kringle occasionally comes between them, which amplifies lunar gravitational forces. As a result, the tidal patterns on Athyrmagaia are much more complex, and in addition to the daily cycle of high and low tides, there is a larger monthly cycle in which the tides get their highest and lowest at the very middle of the month. The moons are tidally locked, with Nicholas locked to Athyrmagaia and Kringle locked to Nicholas.

Several of Athyrmagaia's geophysical characteristics are shockingly close to those to those of Earth. It is about 12,742 kilometers in diameter and has a total mass of 5.972 × 10^24 kg. The centrifugal forces of its axial rotation give it a subtly ellipsoidal shape (although it's practically imperceptible). Its chemical composition is also somewhat similar; the crust comprises oxides containing elements such as aluminum, calcium, silicon, iron, potassium, and magnesium, and its mantle is a mixture of superheated rock and magma comprised of silicates. Its core, just like that of Earth, is a 1,200-kilometer sphere of superheated iron and nickel. However, it is a much older planet, estimated to be about 8.043 billion years old. Despite its advanced age compared to our home, Athyrmagaia is still a very tectonically active world. Mid-ocean ridges constantly ooze hot magma as tectonic plates slowly and steadily shift Athyrmagaia's surface features, and active volcanoes can be found here as well. Its metallic core also acts like an electrical generator, and its kinetic energy generates a strong magnetosphere that shields the planet's surface from deadly UV radiation. It should be noted, however, that there is some geological evidence that Athyrmagaia experienced an unexplained, albeit brief, period of "tectonic arrest" around 230 million years ago. This event is believed to be linked to the Borea-Comedian Mass Extinction Event and was likely responsible for the formation of Cronos, a monstrous (and thankfully long-dead) shield volcano with a surface area comparable to Saudi Arabia.

Like Earth, most of Athyrmagaia's surface comprises of an interconnected global ocean with large continental landmasses. However, Athyrmagaia's continents and oceans are much more localized than the more generously distributed Earth, with the northern latitudes being mostly land and the southern latitude mostly ocean. The sea can be divided into the Great Central Ocean, the Polar Ocean, the East and West Crescent Oceans, and the Comedian Ocean. Inversely, the planet only has three continents: Borea, Comedia, and Austrus. Although the continents are few, they comprise a relatively substantial portion of the planet's surface. Borea, the biggest continent, exceeds Europe and Asia in size and is formed from two smaller continental units (Macroborea and Microborea). It is so large that it wraps around almost the entirety of the northernmost latitudes, and the mountain range that forms the border of its larger and smaller regions runs straight through the north pole. Its smaller western neighbor, Comedia, still exceeds most of Earth's other continents in terms of scale, including Africa. On the opposite end of this scale is Athyrmagaia's only southern hemisphere continent, Austria. It is the smallest continent, so much so that it has less surface area than Australia. The rest of the southern hemisphere, save for the southernmost portion of Comedia and a few islands, is almost entirely marine, and the south pole is essentially in the middle of the ocean.

Athyrmagaia's atmosphere is nearly identical to Earth's. In terms of composition, it is about 78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, and 0.9% argon, while the other 0.1% is comprised of other gases such as carbon dioxide and neon. It also lacks a definite boundary, and it has an average atmospheric pressure of 1013.25 millibars at sea level. This means it is breathable for Humans, and the surface can be explored without a pressure suit. Similar gases are also found in the oceans, though, as expected, they are present in different quantities.

An Earth-like atmosphere and hydrosphere also means an Earth-like biosphere. Regarding chemical composition, life here is probably the most similar to Earth out of all alien biospheres known to science at this time. Not only are they carbon-based, but their biology has converged on the same macromolecules as ours, and they even encode their genetic information using DNA and RNA. This is exceptionally rare, as most known forms of carbon-based alien life often use alternative polymers for their genetics. A differing cell structure also makes us immune to Athyrmagaian pathogens, which means that a human would be able to eat Athyrmagaian food with minimal health risks.

Except for a small number of Archaean-like methanogens, a vast majority of the microbial and multicellular organisms on Athyrmagaia are aerobic respirators that use oxidative phosphorylation to produce ATP and require essential elements such as oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen, and carbon to survive. Not only do they rely on this Terran atmosphere to live and breathe, but they also play a role in recycling and replenishing its gases. The heterotrophs ("consumers") feed on other living things as they use oxygen from the atmosphere to power their metabolism, releasing carbon dioxide as a byproduct. Meanwhile, the autotrophs ("producers") replenish this oxygen by using carbon dioxide and abiotic energy sources to produce their own food, which separates the oxygen from the carbon and reintroduces it to the atmosphere. These autotrophic forms also made the planet's water and air breathable to begin with; back before the first autotrophs and heterotrophs evolved, the oxygen content was much lower, and there were significantly larger quantities of carbon dioxide on both land and sea.

Biochemical and metabolic similarities aside, it is still quite an alien biosphere compared to our own, and there are multiple discrepancies between Earth and Athyrmagaia biology that complicate the possibilities of human habitation. While we are immune to each other's diseases, there is still a small possibility that they may adapt to infect alien cells, which means that environmental suits are still recommended for surface exploration. The "plant" life uses polylactic acid (a type of bioplastic) in addition to cellulose to construct their cuticles. This substance is indigestible to Earth animals, but many of the native organisms are well suited for dealing with it. The planet's equivalent of cellulolytic "bacteria" can break down polylactic acid using the enzyme proteinase K, which degrades the substance through hydrolysis. Some herbivorous animals are also able to produce this enzyme to assist in digesting vegetation, though most just utilize symbiotic forms of the former microbes to do so. It also just so happens that polylactic acid is highly flammable, and it releases gaseous isopropyl alcohol when it is burned with flame. Due to this, naturally occurring wildfires often release plumes of toxic gas that linger for several days before dissipating. Fortunately, most of the native fauna are highly resistant to these toxic emissions.

Athyrmagaia's global climate is one that us Terrans would be very comfortable in. It's global temperature is similar to that of Earth during the Pliocene epoch, and it is currently in the midst of a minor warm period that started about 2,000 Terran years ago. Unlike the artificially-induced global warming that once threatened our Earth, Athyrmagaia's warm period is a wholly natural climatic trend, and it is a result of the millennia-spanning variations in its proximity to its home star. Based on current estimates, the planet will likely enter another glacial maximum (or "Ice Age") within the next millennia, as the planet has already started cooling down slightly over the course of the past century of study.

Just like Earth, Athyrmagaia's surface can be subdivided into latitudinal belts that constitute regions of relatively homogeneous climate. From the equator to the poles, these bands represent tropical, subtropical, temperate and polar climates respectively. This is because latitudes closer to the poles tend to get less direct sunlight than those in the tropics. Some of the other major determining factors of regional climate and weather on Athyrmagaia are atmospheric and oceanic circulation; Tropical and polar easterlies in higher and lower latitudes blow from the east, while prevailing westerlies in middle latitudes blow from the west, which distributes both warm and cool air across the land and sea. Oceanic currents also play a part in this process, bringing precipitation from the tropics to higher and lower latitudes. These phenomena, combined with the varied topographical features of landmasses, forms a wide variety of biomes. The poles are capped with ice and tundra, while the equator forms a belt of steamy jungle. Subtropical latitudes form dry forests, shrublands, deserts and savannahs, and the temperate latitudes consist of forests, steppes, and taiga.

As a result of its 24.2-degree axial tilt, Athyrmagaia is also a highly seasonal world, with springs, summers, autumns and winters that become more noticeable as you travel further away from the equator. The seasons of the north and southern hemispheres are opposite to each other; In the northern hemisphere, the year starts with winter, which is followed by spring, summer and autumn until it cycles back to winter at the end of the year. In the southern hemisphere, the year instead starts with summer, which is followed by autumn, winter, and spring and then ends with summer once again. At the equator, however, no such seasons exist, with there instead being two wet seasons and two dry seasons. Larger climatic trends have also occurred as a result of variations in the axial tilt and proximity to the sun over the course of millions of years, such as the current warm period.

[advancedsurfacetechnologies]

Unlocking the Potential: Magnesium Plating for Enhanced Corrosion Resistance and Lightweight Solutions

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[beautyandlifestyleblog86]

Salmon with Roasted Vegetables and Tahini Sauce -

Ingredients:

Salmon fillets (2)

Brussels sprouts (1 cup, halved)

Red bell pepper (1, sliced)

Avocado (1, sliced)

Olive oil (2 tbsp)

Lemon juice (2 tbsp)

Tahini (2 tbsp)

Water (2 tbsp)

Garlic clove (1, minced)

Spinach (2 cups)

Chickpeas (1 can, drained and rinsed)

Salt and pepper to taste

Instructions:

Preheat oven to 400°F (200°C). Toss Brussels sprouts and red bell pepper with olive oil, salt, and pepper. Roast for 20-25 minutes, or until tender-crisp.

Meanwhile, prepare the tahini sauce. In a bowl, whisk together tahini, lemon juice, water, garlic, and salt and pepper until smooth.

Season salmon fillets with salt and pepper. Heat a skillet over medium heat and cook salmon for 3-4 minutes per side, or until cooked through.

To assemble the dish, place roasted vegetables on a plate. Top with salmon, avocado slices, spinach, chickpeas, and drizzle with tahini sauce.

This dish is packed with protein from salmon, healthy fats from avocados and tahini, vitamin D from salmon, magnesium from spinach, and zinc from chickpeas.

[tinydefector]

reading that perfume scenario i js imagine a bot spraying their human lover with a lil bit perfume before going down on them like adding salt to steak

It truly is a favourite of mine because I love the idea of perfumes and working like a pheromone enhancer, but like the number of scenarios this can lead into outside of the fic I wrote for Ratchet.

Let me know you you guys want more little pieces like these ɓecuase I like doing these kinda things when I'm not up for writing a fic so enjoy. ^^

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Such scenarios as

- date night with optimus where you dress up nicely with a lovely perfume/cologne and from the moment you get into his cab to go out he's struggling, and trying to be polite and a decent date but he turns into an actually feind when he gets to kiss you and every part of his stoic facade is out the window as he kisses across your skin taking in every inch and savoruing it like its the last time he's ever going to taste something this divine. It's fair to say your very sore afterwards, to Optimus you taste like Energon Z with bismuth and copper.

- sensual nights laying in bed with Megatron as he runs his servos over your waist holding you close as he admires and denies himself the luxury of so much. So to speed things up you decide to put some perfume on and it humbles Megatron very quickly. How much restraint he has despite how the perfume enhances everything. He's a slow and very dedicated lover despite what many would think. It turns into a very long night of soft kisses and soft vore. Him enjoying the taste of your skin on his glossa and when the taste fades he ask for you to put more perfume on. To Megatron it taste like Red energon with Magnesium, Lithium.

- the late night work hours where Prowl is focused on work, hours after he should have been back due to someone else mistake, he goes to snap at whoever had intupted his work when the scent hits his nasal Ridge and his helm shoots up and locks on to you. Watching like you're a meal prepared for him. That's how you end up on his desk, legs over his shoulder plating as he indulges. Prowl isn't one to indulhe like this. He isn't easily swayed by lust. but this late at night, he enjoys taking it slow and indulging in your company. To Prowl, you taste like his favourite energon blend from before the war. Just casual energon, Mercury, and crystal.

- the first time. Thundercracker's first-time smelling perfume on you was when you were testing out different ones you had been given. The sweet scent catches him off guard, and that's how he finds himself watching. I'm watching as you try new clothing and test spray perfume on your wrist. But when you make your way over to him, asking him to tell you what he thinks, it leads to him pressing your wrist to his lips, It turns into a night of taste testing. It has Thundercracker riled up, and you aroused, but it turns into a game of how long it takes either of you to finally crack. For Thundercracker, it takes like pure energon with Uranium.

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[jka11072]

Books that trigger me

+ drive with all books epub

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Glucose revolution 10/10

🤍Should you read it?

YES YES YES

🤍She has an instagram account too

🤍Why should we avoid glucose spikes?

Insulin goes up preventing the body from burning fat!

🤍Eat in the right order

Veggies (greens first for fiber) > proteins > carbs (sugar, honey, fruits, bread, pasta, etc..) 

When eating something sweet try to add anything before (greens, nuts, yogurt…) to flatten the spike 

🤍Don’t count cals 🤷‍♀️ not all cals affect your glucose levels

🤍Don’t snack sweet, have it after a meal instead

🤍Drink a tsp of vinegar with water before a meal (helps flatten spikes)

🤍Move for at least 10mins after you eat

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The obesity code 10/10

🤍Should you read it?

Yessss

🤍if you like fasting you should read the book there’s so much tips I can’t fit

🤍Reduce added sugars 

🤍Don’t snack (1-3 meals a day instead)

🤍Coffee is good yay (source of antioxidants, magnesium)

🤍Reduce refined grains (white flour, bread, cookies, cake etc…)

🤍Protein should be about 20-30% of your diet

🤍Increase natural fats (olive oil, nuts, butter) 

🤍Eat more fiber, konjac, vinegar (called protective factors)

🤍Fasting (24hr or 36hr, but do what you can manage)

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French women don’t get fat 7/10

🤍Should you read it?

Maybe

🤍There’re recipes and personal stories in the book if your interested 

🤍Eat slowly 

🤍Eat a wide variety of foods (home cooked, quality over quantity)

🤍Have fun while you prepare your food (🤷‍♀️)

🤍DRINK WATER PLEASE

🤍Only eat while sitting from a plate, don’t eat out of packages, don’t watch anything while eating

🤍Portions, reduce slowly and keep a scale on hand (usually half a pound of anything is usually too much)

🤍Don’t buy foods that you can’t control yourself around, until you can start controlling yourself 

🤍Move please (20 min walk after a meal will do)

🤍Don’t get too hungry (you’ll probably binge) 

🤍The scale isn’t that accurate (measuring or buying a piece of clothing smaller than your usual size)

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Salt sugar fat 6/10

🤍should you read it?

It kinda explains how companies fool us with unhealthy foods I mean if your interested in that go for it 🤷‍♀️

🤍In conclusion a combo of sugar fat and salt is addicting 

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The skinny rules 8/10

🤍should you read it?

Yes

🤍It basically tell you the reason for each rule, also goes in depth on how to read food labels, and some recipes

🤍Drink a large glass of water before every meal

🤍No liquid cals

🤍Protein with every meal

🤍Less refined grains (white flour)

🤍Eat more fiber (30-50g)

🤍Eat apples and bananas everyday

🤍No carbs after lunch (potatoes are carbs too)

🤍Pay attention to food labels (serving sizes, protein, sugar etc…)

🤍Pay attention to your portion sizes 

🤍No sugar (even artificial 😞)

🤍Don’t eat meat once a week (🤷‍♀️)

🤍No fast food! 

🤍Big breakfast small dinner (go to bed hungry)

🤍Don’t eat out (feel like it’s the same as no fast food)

🤍Don’t eat high salt foods

🤍Eat your veggies please

🤍Get good sleep

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Ultra processed people 100/10

🤍should you read it?

Yes yes yesss

🤍it basically explain how ultra processed foods are bad for you but I can’t go in depth here so just read itttt, it disgusted me so much that I actually eat waaaay less ultra processed foods, also watch his videos on YouTube!!

In conclusion?

🤍Sugar is bad (especially on an empty stomach)

🤍Don’t snack (1-3 meals instead)

🤍Walk walk walk

🤍Don’t eat white flour

🤍Just don’t eat ultra processed foods

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Drive with all books mentioned (epub)

[cyclesprefectpress]

#op how do you make the custom metal logo plate @xactodreams

i don't make them myself, i prep the art from digital files and get the magnesium plates from evergreen engravers! been buying from them for years and years, totally consistent & they're close by to me. I hear good things about beaver engraving in oregon as well, but i don't know much about specific engravers outside the pnw. the engraving is a pretty cool process, there's a photoexposure step that fixes a protective film to the surface of the plate, and then some kind of. acid mist part that removes the negative space with a sloping edge.

idk how much context you have for commercial letterpress backend so ignore me if i'm repeating things you know! letterpress classes might do at least one project where you make plates directly from a digital file like these, but they'll usually use photopolymer rather than magnesium. It's a way cheaper material (NOT worse to print from, seriously, there's just a lot of other factors that make magnesium worth the price for some things), but the file preparation is basically the same. vector art is vastly preferable, use if at all possible, but raster is workable as long as it's at least 600 ppi. 1200 is ideal.

i also use photopolymer for some things, & the differences between polymer & magnesium plates are……complicated. also there's a bunch of options within each category about thickness & engraving depth & mounting & other file prep finessing etc etc, anyway! happy to answer any specific questions about it if you have them but that's the short version.

[givemea-dam-break]

ephemeral - chapter three

a/n: i hope you all enjoy this - the next part will have a lot more going on, i promise!

warnings: mild language gn reader

full collection: here

The next morning is spent at 35 Portland Row, the four of you - you, Lockwood, Lucy, and George - pouring over the contents of the file you stole not even twelve hours ago. Still, after a comfortable nap in Lucy's bed, you feel as if you've been running only recently, heart pounding and feet aching. Nothing a good brew won't fix.

"It looks like the mansion used to be home to this family - the Mortons - in the early eighteen-hundreds," George says, pushing his glasses up his nose. "All of them died in a house fire, save for the only daughter and her son. Some theories suggest she started the fire so that her son would inherit the money instead of one of her six brothers, but it was never confirmed. She went mad a few years later while they were living in northern England after the son died from tuberculosis when he was eight."

Lucy frowns, taking a bite out of her glazed doughnut. A few crumbs fall on her pyjamas. "Bit grim. So, do we think it's the dead family haunting the mansion? I mean, they were killed in the fire - if not murdered - so they've possibly got a reason to come back."

"The report says there were at least five Type Twos," you say, carefully sipping your tea so as to not spill it over the aged paper. "Two men, three women. A mix of Phantasms and Wraiths. The kid who died was ghost-touched by one of the Phantasms. The one who was driven mad had been ghost-locked by a Wraith. The supervisor barely got that one and the other agent out alive. Wait..."

"What is it?" Lockwood leans over the arm of his chair, his face coming far too close to yours.

"My old supervisor - she was one of the kids on that case."

"Hanna Reid?" Lockwood takes the report from your hand, scanning over the writing.

"She was your supervisor?" George asks. "Maybe we could ask her for help, see what advice she could give."

You shake your head, taking the report back from Lockwood and trying to ignore how his fingers brush yours almost purposefully. "No, she never spoke about her cases, really. She was a good supervisor, but she wasn't entirely there, you know? Besides, it'd reveal that we were the ones that broke in yesterday. All that would lead to is DEPRAC arresting us and Steve Rotwell sending this company into an early grave."

"So we can't ask her for help," Lockwood says. "What else do we know? Do we have a layout of the mansion, anything else the report itself tells us?"

"Here's the layout," Lucy says, pushing forward an architectural plan. "Big place. It's got a ballroom and everything."

George takes the plan. "The fire originated in the east wing of the house, over by the drawing room, but the report says that the team found a source in the ballroom under the floorboards. Obviously, it wasn't the only source, because there are ghosts still lingering."

"This is assuming these ghosts are the same ones from almost two decades ago," Lockwood reminds you all. "Could be a completely different set of Visitors. They might well have triggered a new haunting."

Lucy groans. "How are we meant to be prepared for tonight? This kind of case needs a few days' worth of preparation, not one morning."

"Not to make things worse," George says, "but Miss Jeffries called earlier on, Lockwood. We're prohibited from using magnesium flares seeing as her party is tomorrow night and she doesn't want her mansion blown to pieces."

Now you groan, plucking an Apricot Danish from the plate on the coffee table. "So a repeat of Combe Carey Hall, then, except this time we won't even have a smuggled-in bomb flare."

"I could arrange something," Lockwood says, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"No, I don't think that'd be a good idea," George says. "As much as I'd love to get my eardrums assaulted again, we have to go about this all differently."

Lockwood doesn't let that discourage him. "Well, we'll stock up on extra salt bombs, and I can head to Satchel's to pick up some heavy-duty chains."

"Lucy, go with him, won't you?" you say around your pastry. "Make sure he doesn't get flares. I'll pack the bags here."

If the prospect of getting dressed and leaving the house bothers Lucy, she doesn't show it. "I've missed you mothering him."

The comment stops you cold. George chokes on his biscuit. Lockwood isn't moving. Lucy's eyes widen.

"Sorry, I didn't mean -"

"It's fine," you say, swallowing. It's his fault I've not been here to do it. "I'm going to go pack our kits. George, here are the rest of the reports. I'll be in the basement."

--

One of Lucy's mixtapes is blaring from the speakers down in the basement, and the loud music is a good distraction from your thoughts. With it playing, you can focus on oiling the chains you've picked out and packing the kits with everything you might need. Salt bombs - you've spent a good hour or so making another batch - along with packets of gum in each bag to save George having to figure out who's got it, some snacks unique to each person, a flask of tea in Lockwood's for everyone to share. Once the chains are finished, you wind them up as tightly as you can manage and shove them into the kits.

The whole routine comes to you too easily. It isn't hard to forget everything and pretend, and, oh, how you would love to pretend that the past eight months never happened, but you have to keep reminding yourself that it did. After this case, you'll never see Lockwood again.

It surprises you how much it hurts to think about that. You hate him for what he did, and he probably doesn't particularly like you after things you said that extended far past calling him a conceited asshole, but, surprisingly, you hate the thought of never seeing him again more.

This is just a taste of what it would be like to be with the team again, and you've found yourself enjoying it. You've no issue with Lucy or George, but even being with Lockwood isn't nearly as bad as you thought it would be. Do you really never want to see him again?

I'll stay away until you're ready to speak to me again, or forever if I have to.

A little part of you is smiling at the memory of his words. The arrogant prick knew you wouldn't be able to stay away.

"Am I interrupting something?"

You jump, turning to find George at the foot of the basement stairs. "Oh, George, hey! No, you're not. I've just finished packing our kits."

"Oh, ok, just that you were staring at Skull for longer than any sane person would manage."

"Was I?" You look over at the skull trapped in the Silverglass jar, the Type Three only Lucy can speak to, and cringe as he pulls a grotesque face. "Right. Everything alright, George?"

"Lockwood's just called. He and Lucy have stocked up on more chains, filings, the sorts, and want us to meet them at the train station so we can head to the mansion. Better to get a feel for the place as soon as."

"Have you got the information you need?"

George takes off his glasses, cleaning the lenses on his jumper. "Some, but I'll admit, I don't feel good about this case. We've had even less time to prepare than we did for Combe Carey, and we're going in almost completely blind as to what we're facing. Will it be the ghosts of the family? Some other ones we don't know about?"

You can tell that the whole thing is frustrating him even more than he's showing. For George not to have found much on the mansion outwith what you got in the folder from the Rotwell archives, it must be infuriating. You know how much he hates not knowing things.

"Right," he says. "I'll get my shoes on, then we'll go."

And so you do.

Lockwood and Lucy are already at the station when you both arrive, hoisting heavy chains over their shoulders. By the time you reach them, you're sweating from carrying two kit bags plus Lucy's rucksack in which Skull resides. Your respect for Lucy has only increased after having to lug the heavy case around.

"Extra salt bombs are at the top of all the kit bags," you say, handing Lucy her bag and rucksack. "Your belts are also there, with even more salt bombs and pouches of the usual filings. Two sets of chains in mine and Lockwood's bags, one in Lucy's and George's. I've also put some snacks and tea in. Figured we'd get hungry before the night's even over."

Lockwood grins. "You're the best, (name)."

"I know I am. I wouldn't be here otherwise." You reach into your kit bag and pull out a paper bag, infinitely glad the contents haven't leaked. "Oh, also, milkshakes for everyone, courtesy of Arif."

You pass them around - strawberry and chocolate for Lucy, banana for George, your own unique recipe for yourself, and mint chocolate for Lockwood. It feels nice to hand them out, even nicer to have been able to remember their favourites.

Eventually, you all board the train, sipping milkshakes as the air conditioning whirs quietly. The train is packed with people going on holiday, but the four of you manage to get yourselves a table seat, thanks to your heavy kits and gleaming rapiers.

Although you're providing a vital service, you still get glares from some of the passengers. You remind them of exactly what they're trying to escape.

"So, what's new?" Lockwood asks.

George, who sits beside him, spreads his notes out along with a few sheets from the report and images of the house and its layout. Lucy moves his milkshake out of the way.

"Not much, honestly," George says. "Thanks, Lucy. Okay, well, like I said earlier, the source that had been found by the last team was here in the ballroom, but there has to be at least one more seeing as more ghosts attacked on their way out."

"So what are you thinking?" you ask.

He's got that sparkle in his eye again. "There are at least two ghosts left, a Wraith and a Phantasm, but I called up one of the maids who had been working at the mansion and asked her a few questions. She's younger, not young enough to still have any Talents, but her senses are still more heightened than her coworkers. She said the first time she felt one of the ghosts had been on the second floor, up where the servants' rooms are, when she was heading to bed. The second time, the feeling followed her around the house as she was finishing up.

"Another one of the maids was ghost-touched as she was leaving, right at the front doors. Thankfully, she was driven to the nearest hospital in time to get an adrenaline shot and she's in recovery now. Some of the others have commented about feeling like they're being followed or chased, but after the ghost-touch, none of them will set foot in the house."

Taking a sip of his milkshake, Lockwood says, "So, we've got ghosts immediately on the ground floor and then on the second floor, too. That leaves the first floor potentially safe, but we need to keep our wits about us. We'll all go floor by floor to check the place out, together to begin with, and then we'll work from there. Sound good?"

You all nod in agreement.

For a little bit after that, you're able to relax. You sit and sip your milkshakes, talking about this and that, poking fun at each other. It's nice being able to do so, to smile and laugh as if you're just regular kids, hanging out during the summer holidays like kids would've done so many years ago. You can pretend your rapiers and kit bags aren't there, replaced with rucksacks filled with snacks and games to play.

But the feeling is short-lived.

Soon enough, the train stops momentarily at a station, and you all file out, Lockwood leading the charge.

The fresh air, free of noise and air pollution, is incredible. You can smell freshly cut grass and a distinctly summer-like smell, and in the town that connects to the station, you can hear children squealing with glee. It should be lovely to be surrounded by such peace, but the taxi in front of you ruins it.

It's a big slab of black, with a young man in the driver's seat and, while it's different from the night cabs agents usually have to take, it makes you feel uneasy. This case is giving you a bad feeling, and this taxi is only going to take you closer.

It takes a lot of squishing for everyone to fit in the back of the taxi, but you manage eventually. Really, one of you should sit in the front passenger's seat - Lockwood - but the driver insists you'll all fit just fine.

"Ow, Lockwood, you're proper digging me into the door!" you grumble.

"I can't move! Lucy, shuffle over a touch."

"George is in the way!"

"Well, then, George, you move."

"I'm stuffed into the door, too! I can't move anywhere."

"Everybody comfy?" the driver asks. Before any of you even get the chance to reply, he says, "Good. Let's go. Where to?"

Lockwood shifts slightly, elbowing you in the ribs accidentally. "Elmview Estate, please."

The car jolts to a start, and suddenly you're whizzing down the roads at a speed that is probably illegal. You're not sure - you can't see the speed dial. Every twist and turn has you all jamming into each other, and multiple times you end up with Lockwood's elbow dug into some part of your body painfully. Yours does the same, but not every time is accidental, and Lockwood may have caught onto that fact.

If you were travelling a tad slower, you're sure the view would be beautiful as you leave the town and enter the countryside. The distant hills are a blur, and the trees move by so quickly they're but a blur of green. Once or twice, you pass groups of cyclists, and you're pretty shocked by the fact that the driver hasn't hit any of them.

To be honest, this guy's licence should probably be revoked.

But he gets you where you need to go. You reach the estate sooner than you should've which, at least, gives you more time to scope out the mansion. In a very strange way, you're all grateful for the guy.

"Don't tell anyone we were here," Lockwood says to the driver, handing him extra money.

"Gotcha. Stay safe, kiddos."

Then he's speeding off down the lane and out of sight.

George scoffs. "Kiddos. He's not even that much older than us."

Slowly, you all turn towards the house. It's a hulking beast of a thing, towering three storeys tall with massive windows on all floors. Balconies made of stone and wrought iron host beautiful flowering plants. A set of large white steps lead up to the large double doors, made from white metal of some sort and stained glass depicting some scene or another that, really, should be one of the most stunning things about the house. But it's smashed as though someone fell through it. Elm trees surround the house, bursting with green leaves that blow gently in the breeze.

"Lovely place," Lockwood says. "If it weren't haunted, I'd like to live here."

"You've nowhere near enough money," you remind him. "And what would you do with all the space? Imagine all the dusting you'd have to do."

"You sound like my mum," George grumbles. "Every time we used to pass a big house when I was a kid, it was: Oh, imagine all the dusting! I'd love to say I've got a mansion, but I'd hate the cleaning."

"I suppose that's why Yvette has maids," Lucy says, staring up at the house. "If you have the money to own a mansion, you have the money for hired help."

"This is all besides the point," Lockwood interrupts, although he's smiling. "We best get started, check out the house while it's light."

With a big, shared sigh, you all climb the steps into the house.

<- part 2 part 4 ->

[hugsandchaos]

Dinotrux x Murder Drones still has me by the neck, so I want to start a small debate.

Which would win in a fight: A murder drone or a t-trux?

Because a murder drone’s small size combined with their speed could be an advantage, and they have a vast range of weapons. Claws, guns, RPGs, their acid tail, the list goes on! They also regrow and reattach limbs, which we saw in the first episode when N regrew his own head, in episode 3 when he and V put themselves back together, and in the final episode when J and V seemed to regrow their arms and legs in a matter of seconds.

However, their metal might be thinner and more easily bent and broken, not to mention their weight is probably not much compared to a t-trux, which means it wouldn’t take much to knock a murder drone off its feet or crush its insides.

Another thing we need to remember is that the murder drone would be heavily dependent on the weather. If it’s too warm, they might not stand much of a chance. If it’s cold, then they will be able to fight. If it’s a storm, especially a bad blizzard at night, they’d be at their highest advantage point not only because of the low temperatures helping them last longer, but also the harsh winds, snow, and darkness would make it harder for the t-trux to see the murder drone coming.

Remember, Copper 9 was basically in nuclear winter, and murder drones were built to survive the unbelievably intense and inhospitable storms that plagued the planet, and they’re nocturnal, so I’m very sure that storms and darkness aren’t a problem for our murder drone.

Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that they can fly. That’d give them a huge advantage to strike from above.

Going back to speed, the murder drone would have the advantage depending on if they’re flying or not. Walking and running might be too slow to escape a t-trux, but their wings would carry them to speeds above 100, which would definitely make them much faster.

Now let’s move on to the t-trux.

A t-trux’s engine is built for power, and as far as I know, it runs the hottest of all Dinotrux engines. T-trux are able to sniff out ore, which by extent could mean they might be able to smell metal. I know some might disagree with me on this, but in one of the episodes, Ty specified that he was getting a wiff of iron and “the slightest hint of magnesium”, so am I wrong for liking the idea he might be able to smell being made of metal as well if he tried?

Regardless, a t-trux would have the size and possibly strength advantage over a murder drone. Definitely the size, strength is a bit debatable since we don’t know if it’s a murder drone’s weight or strength that keeps them from being carried away by the strong winds of Copper 9. I’m guessing weight, which would make me rethink my previous statement about a murder drone being easily moved by a t-trux.

Moving on, dinotrux seem to have tougher external plating than drones, but I’m not entirely sure we could add “armor” to the list of advantages a t-trux has. N was able to dig his claws into a door that looked just as tough as a dinotrux and force it open. Not only that, but he played with one of his hands a little and spoke without any strain in his voice, suggesting it wasn’t much of a struggle. He also left claw marks in the walls during his attack.

Next, t-trux tails have some sort of weapon at the end. Ty has a wrecking ball, D-Structs had a wrecking mace before he lost that and got a chainsaw tail, and then Skrap-It made him his claw, and D-Stroy… I don’t know what that thing was, but it was spiny and definitely did some damage. So it looks like what kind of tail varies from t-trux to t-trux, but I wouldn’t be surprised if a wrecking ball was common.

However, going back to their size, it could also be a disadvantage because it’d make them a bigger and easier target, and if the murder drone were to escape through a small tunnel, they wouldn’t be able to follow.

What do you guys think?