#spray nozzle systems

[fluitech]

The Science Behind Flat Fan Spray Nozzles: Understanding Their Design and Function

In the world of fluid dynamics, few components are as critical as spray nozzles. Among the various types available, flat fan spray nozzles stand out due to their efficiency and versatility in a wide range of applications, particularly in agriculture, industrial cleaning, and chemical processing. This blog will delve into the design and function of flat fan spray nozzles, shedding light on the science that makes them effective within spray nozzle systems.

What Are Flat Fan Spray Nozzles?

Flat fan spray nozzles are designed to produce a thin, flat sheet of liquid that spreads out in a fan-like pattern. This configuration allows for optimal coverage over a wide area, making them ideal for various spraying applications. They are widely used in agricultural applications for crop protection and fertilization, as well as in industrial processes for cleaning and cooling.

Key Characteristics

1. Spray Pattern: The defining feature of flat fan spray nozzles is their unique spray pattern. The liquid exits the nozzle in a fan shape, providing a broad coverage area with a uniform distribution of the spray.

2. Flow Rate: Flat fan nozzles come in various sizes, allowing users to choose the appropriate flow rate for their specific needs. The flow rate is determined by the nozzle size and the pressure of the liquid being sprayed.

3. Angle of Spray: These nozzles are available in different spray angles, typically ranging from 80 to 120 degrees. The spray angle affects the width of the coverage area and is essential for achieving the desired application rate.

4. Pressure Sensitivity: The performance of flat fan spray nozzles is highly dependent on the operating pressure. Higher pressures can lead to finer droplets, while lower pressures produce larger droplets. Understanding this relationship is crucial for optimizing spraying efficiency.

The Science of Fluid Dynamics

The effectiveness of flat fan spray nozzles can be attributed to the principles of fluid dynamics. When liquid flows through the nozzle, several forces come into play, including inertia, surface tension, and viscosity. Here’s how these factors influence the spray pattern:

1. Inertia: As the liquid exits the nozzle, inertia causes the liquid to spread out, forming a fan shape. The design of the nozzle, particularly its internal geometry, plays a crucial role in determining the extent and uniformity of this spread.

2. Surface Tension: Surface tension helps maintain the integrity of the liquid droplets as they exit the nozzle. In flat fan spray nozzles, this property is essential for producing consistent droplet sizes, which directly impacts the application effectiveness.

3. Viscosity: The viscosity of the liquid being sprayed affects how easily it flows through the nozzle. Lower viscosity liquids tend to produce finer droplets, while more viscous liquids can result in larger droplets. Understanding the viscosity of the liquid is crucial when selecting the right spray nozzle system.

Applications of Flat Fan Spray Nozzles

Agriculture

In agriculture, flat fan spray nozzles are commonly used for applying pesticides, herbicides, and fertilizers. Their ability to create a uniform spray pattern allows for even coverage, which is essential for effective crop protection. By adjusting the spray angle and flow rate, farmers can optimize their spraying techniques, leading to improved yield and reduced chemical waste.

Industrial Cleaning

In industrial settings, flat fan spray nozzles are utilized for cleaning surfaces, equipment, and machinery. Their wide spray pattern ensures that large areas can be cleaned quickly and efficiently. Whether used in a pressure washer or a cleaning system, these nozzles help maintain cleanliness and hygiene in various industries.

Chemical Processing

In chemical processing, flat fan spray nozzles are often employed for cooling, mixing, and spraying chemicals. Their design allows for precise control over the application, ensuring that chemicals are delivered effectively without waste.

Selecting the Right Flat Fan Spray Nozzle

When choosing the right flat fan spray nozzle, several factors need to be considered:

1. Application Requirements: Understanding the specific needs of your application is vital. Whether it's agricultural spraying, industrial cleaning, or chemical processing, different applications may require different nozzle specifications.

2. Flow Rate and Pressure: Consider the required flow rate and operating pressure for your system. Choosing a nozzle that matches these specifications will ensure optimal performance.

3. Spray Angle: Select the appropriate spray angle based on the coverage area needed. Wider angles are suitable for larger areas, while narrower angles provide more concentrated coverage.

4. Material Compatibility: Ensure that the nozzle material is compatible with the liquids being sprayed. Corrosive chemicals may require specialized materials to prevent damage.

Benefits of Flat Fan Spray Nozzles

1. Efficiency: The design of flat fan spray nozzles allows for efficient coverage, reducing the amount of liquid needed for effective application.

2. Versatility: These nozzles are suitable for a variety of applications across different industries, making them a valuable tool in any spraying system.

3. Cost-Effectiveness: By minimizing chemical usage and maximizing coverage, flat fan spray nozzles can lead to significant cost savings over time.

4. Environmental Impact: Efficient spraying reduces chemical runoff and waste, contributing to more sustainable practices in agriculture and industry.

Conclusion

Flat fan spray nozzles are a testament to the science of fluid dynamics, offering exceptional performance and versatility across various applications. Understanding their design, function, and the principles behind their operation is crucial for selecting the right nozzle for your needs. By harnessing the benefits of spraying systems nozzles, users can achieve optimal results while promoting efficiency and sustainability. At flui.tech, we are committed to providing high-quality spray nozzle systems tailored to meet the demands of our customers. Whether you're in agriculture, industry, or chemical processing, our expertise and products can help you maximize your spraying efficiency.

[the-omega-artist]

Toxicologist hours!!

[jfh-jx]

Stainless steel tube aluminum profile heavy-duty drilling and tapping teeth

[firesafetyproduct]

Why Automatic Fire Suppression Systems Are Essential for Commercial Buildings: Insights from HD Fire Protect

In the bustling environment of commercial buildings, fire safety is paramount. Automatic fire suppression systems play a critical role in safeguarding assets, lives, and operations. At HD Fire Protect, we understand the intricate dynamics of fire safety and the crucial role these systems play in commercial settings. Here’s why investing in an automatic fire suppression system is essential for every commercial building.

1. Early Detection and Rapid Response

Automatic fire suppression systems are designed to detect fires at their inception. Utilizing advanced sensors and detection technology, these systems can identify smoke, heat, or flames and activate suppression measures almost instantly. This rapid response minimizes the potential damage and gives occupants a crucial head start in evacuation, significantly reducing the risk of injuries and fatalities.

2. Protection of Valuable Assets

Commercial buildings often house expensive equipment, critical documents, and valuable inventory. In the event of a fire, these assets are at risk of being damaged or destroyed. Automatic fire suppression systems are engineered to protect these assets by targeting the fire directly at its source. Unlike traditional fire extinguishers that may require human intervention, these systems operate automatically, ensuring protection even when no one is present.

3. Minimizing Business Disruption

A fire can cause severe disruption to business operations. Automatic fire suppression systems help mitigate this risk by quickly extinguishing fires before they can spread. This proactive approach not only protects the building but also minimizes downtime, ensuring that business activities can resume swiftly and efficiently.

4. Compliance with Regulations

Regulatory standards and building codes often mandate the installation of fire suppression systems in commercial properties. Adhering to these regulations not only ensures compliance but also demonstrates a commitment to safety and due diligence. At HD Fire Protect, we offer solutions that meet and exceed industry standards, ensuring that your building remains up to code.

5. Cost-Effective Investment

While the initial cost of installing an automatic fire suppression system may seem significant, the long-term benefits outweigh the investment. The potential savings from preventing fire damage, reducing insurance premiums, and avoiding business interruptions make these systems a cost-effective choice.

Automatic fire suppression systems are an indispensable element of fire safety in commercial buildings. At HD Fire Protect, we are dedicated to providing state-of-the-art solutions that ensure comprehensive protection for your property. Investing in these systems is not just a matter of compliance; it’s a strategic decision to safeguard your business and its future.

[frownyalfred]

"Batman is so unrealistic, why does he have shark repellent spray haha--" maybe he just has a canister of a substance on his belt that's so strong, it's banned in several countries and as it turns out, sharks don't like getting face-blasted with the marine equivalent of bear spray on steroids any more than humans do. you're telling me Batman is carrying a single-use item like that on his belt? Heck no. He's using that shit on sharks, on people, on random aliens who try to grab him during JL negotiations, and anyone else he thinks it'll work on. He even used it on himself once to get Joker gas out of his eyes and respiratory system. Superman is never 100% sure if he should say something about it to him or not. The Robins/Ex-Robins like to play Russian Roulette with Bruce's used-up canisters when they're bored. But yes -- it does work on sharks. He modified the nozzle so it can be used underwater.

[heich0e]

sukuna likes a lot of things about you.

he likes the perfume you wear, and how recently his sheets have started smelling a bit like you even on the nights you don't spend in his bed. he likes the sound of your voice when you first wake up and how you're fairly slow to rise, so you tend to walk around first thing in the morning a little groggy and disoriented. he likes that you're intelligent—far more intelligent than someone like him deserves—but that you're also clever and quick witted. he likes that you're gentle but can still be headstrong, and aren't afraid to talk back to him sometimes. he likes how well you get along with his nephew. he likes how much his family likes you.

he does not, however, like what you just said to him.

"did you just say... my brother... is hot?"

you blink at him, seemingly taken aback by his horrified tone.

"no," you say with a little shake of your head, but sukuna has no opportunity to feel any sort of relief about the miscommunication. "i said he's kinda sexy."

sukuna feels every artery, vein, and capillary in his circulatory system throb in the wake of your words, and it's as close to a miracle as a man like him can hope for that he doesn't drop dead where he stands from the pure shock of it. his eye twitches at the corner as he continues processing what you've said, his gaze sliding from your blithe expression to his older brother on the other side of the apartment.

jin is in the kitchen with yuuji, washing up the last few plates from dinner. his six-year-old son had just soaked him with the spray nozzle on the sink a few seconds prior, and the two of them laugh together while jin uses the hem of his ugly knit sweater to wipe his face. he'd taken his glasses off after the unexpected drenching, and his damp hair is slicked back from where he ran his hands through it.

sukuna looks back at you, and finds your attention had followed his own into the kitchen. you're watching jin and yuuji interact with a little smile on your face.

sukuna snaps.

in what feels like the blink of an eye, the man scoops you up in one arm—tossing you over his shoulder as effortlessly as he might a half-empty bag of rice—and snatches up your nearby coats with the other before spinning abruptly on his heel towards the door.

"sukuna!" you gasp, calling his name shrilly as you beat your fist weakly against his back. "put me down!"

the spectacle unfolding in the living room draws yuuji and jin's attention towards it, watching in confusion as sukuna stomps in the direction of the genkan.

"ji-chan!" yuuji calls out in dismay, hopping down off the little red step stool he uses to reach the sink and running after him. "where're you going?"

"home," sukuna grunts out tersely, still clutching you in his grasp as you squirm, stuffing his feet into his shoes in the genkan and grabbing yours with the hand not pinning you in place. he keeps his back to his nephew as he reaches for the door.

"but why?" yuuji asks, a lilt of sadness in his little voice.

"sukuna..." jin laughs awkwardly in the doorway to the kitchen, just behind his son, trying to diffuse the situation at hand—the situation he doesn't even properly understand himself.

"papa," yuuji starts to warble, his voice pitching up and breaking sadly in the middle of his cry of protest. "ji-chan's stealing my friend!"

sukuna freezes. you stop squirming.

it goes quiet for a moment.

there's a bit of shuffling and a sound of exertion as, sukuna assumes, jin scoops his crying son up into his arms.

"it's okay, yuuji," you say forcing a gentle, comforting tone. sukuna feels your hands press against his back, and assumes you've propped yourself up so you can meet his nephew's teary gaze. "i'm not feeling very good, so ji-chan's gonna take me home now, is that okay?"

yuuji sniffles a little. "you don't feel good?"

"no," you tell him, "i'm feeling a bit sick."

"are your legs sick?" yuuji asks after considering your words, a bit less distraught than before but still sniffly. "is that why ji-chan has to carry you?"

sukuna feels your fingers twist into the back of his t-shirt.

you hum in agreement to the little boy's question, but the sound is notably strained.

yuuji sighs. "it's a good thing ji-chan's so strong."

"well, say goodnight, yuuji," jin—clearly a bit bewildered—cuts into the conversation as sukuna opens up the apartment door.

"goodniiiiiight!" yuuji calls to sukuna's retreating frame. "make sure you don't drop my friend, ji-chan!"

the door swings closed behind you both with a final dull thud.

the two of you are halfway down the sidewalk outside of jin and yuuji's apartment, still draped over sukuna's shoulder as he carries you, before either of you says anything. you're the first to speak.

"if you don't put me down i'm gonna start screaming," you say, and your voice is shockingly even considering the circumstances.

"you wouldn't," sukuna grunts dismissively.

"i absolutely would," you reply, and sukuna pauses in his stride when he hears the sincerity in your voice.

he just stands there for a moment, in the middle of the sidewalk, the quiet residential street thankfully deserted at this time of evening. he hesitates for a moment, wondering just how loud of a scream you'd be able to muster, and just how quickly it might draw a crowd on a street this silent.

he sighs, the sound resentful and defeated all at once.

"shoes," you order.

sukuna sets your shoes down on the ground, making sure they land upright.

"me, next."

carefully, sukuna lowers you down to the ground, holding you up long enough for you to navigate your feet into your waiting shoes. once both have safely been slipped on, he releases his hold on you and steps back. you turn to him with your expression pinched in irritation, your arms crossing over your chest.

"so, what was that about?" you ask him with an eyebrow raised.

"i'm takin' you home," he replies flatly.

"why?"

sukuna stares down at you, his arms crossing over his own chest to mirror your defensive stance. "you're lucky i'm not taking you to the hospital to get your head checked out after you called my lameass dweeb brother sexy."

you let out a long, world-weary breath, lifting a hand to your face and holding it over your eyes. sukuna just watches you, still pissed off but slowly regaining his senses as the cold evening air bites at his burning cheeks.

"you are..." you pause momentarily, spreading your fingers so you can glare at him weakly. "an idiot."

sukuna's jaw clenches. "you're the one lusting after a four-eyed old man who cries during kids movies."

"i'm never said i was lusting after anyone," you say, letting your hand drop to your side in exasperation. "i said he looked kinda sexy with his hair pushed back because he reminded me of you!"

there's a long, excruciating moment of silence that stretches out for miles between you.

sukuna... must have missed that part.

"oh."

"yeah," you bite back. "oh."

sukuna looks up at the streetlight overhead, if only as an excuse to avert his gaze from your withering stare. he squints his eyes like he's straining to see something far away.

"guess i might've... overreacted a bit."

"a bit," you repeat flatly.

a strong breeze rushes past, rustling the leaves on the trees that line the street and sending a shiver through you. sukuna looks down again, watching as you clasp your arms across your chest for warmth, and wordlessly takes his jacket off his arm to wrap it around your shoulders.

"i've got my own coat," you mutter sullenly as sukuna tugs the two sides of his jacket closed around you like a cocoon. you burrow your face down into the collar in spite of your words.

"you don't want mine?" sukuna counters, knowing fully well how much you like it when he puts his coat on you—and very much using it to his own advantage.

you purse your lips, the tips of your fingers appearing from inside the jacket to clutch sides of the zipper, pulling the garment protectively around your frame. "i never said that, either."

sukuna laughs, rolling his eyes.

"you owe your nephew an apology," you tell him. "we were supposed to read a new book tonight."

"yeah, yeah," sukuna says, waving his hand dismissively. it's of little concern to him, at this point. the kid's not particularly hard to make it up to; it'll only take a couple of chocolates and a trip to the park before the incident is forgotten entirely.

might be a little harder to clear it up with his older brother, though.

"jin faints when he gets needles, you know," sukuna tells you, his tone shockingly serious. "he only uses kids shampoo because he hates when it gets in his eyes and likes the fact it smells like strawberries. and he got so scared in a test of courage in high school that he pissed himself."

you look at your him with a look of absolute shock on your face.

"why are you telling me this?" you ask him incredulously.

sukuna leans down in your space, practically nose to nose with you, his expression stern.

"him and i share DNA—we're gonna look alike, and I can't do anythin' about it," sukuna says, something boyishly petulant in his tone. "i'm making sure you never think of that loser as being anything even remotely close to sexy ever again."

sukuna watches from up close as your expression shifts, a glimmer of mirth swirling in your gaze underneath the glow of the streetlight overhead.

"you really are an idiot," you breathe, half-way to a laugh, the sound is entirely too fond to have any of the bite you may have hoped.

sukuna smirks, shrugging indifferently. "he got the brains, i got the looks."

"he got the personality, too," you add pointedly.

sukuna leans forward, a hand slipping behind your back to pull you close, slotting his mouth to yours in a slow, searing kiss. as your lips part to welcome him, your head tipping back, he feels your grip on the jacket around your frame slacken. when your fingers twist into the material of his shirt to pull him closer, he grins triumphantly into the kiss.

pulling away, he revels in the slightly dazed look on your face. at the sheen of his spit spread across your lips. at the faint smell of your perfume that will cling to his coat just like it does to his bedsheets back at home.

"oh well," sukuna breathes, blissfully indifferent, leaning in close to kiss you again. and on the quiet street outside his brother's apartment, wrapped in his coat against the evening chill, you let him.

it doesn't matter what his brother has, sukuna decides, because he's got something much, much better.

[genderqueerdykes]

i know this won't be available everywhere, but especially if you live in a larger city where a lot of folks are affected by opioid use/addiction, it's a really good idea to ask local pharmacies, and even food banks if they are giving out free narcan (naloxone). this can also be found at certain behavioral health offices as well, my case manager is able to get them for me for free. narcan is a life saving medication that can temporarily halt an opioid (oxycodone, hydrocodone, heroin, fentanyl, codeine, morphine, etc.) overdose while you wait for emergency medical services to arrive.

opioid overdose is distress of the respiratory system, meaning that the person overdosing likely is struggling to, or can't breathe at all. it's very important to watch to see if the person is dealing with labored or shallow breathing.

here the official use guide:

[Image ID start: Two screenshots from the FDA's Narcan (Naloxone HCl) Quick Start Guide infographic. It reads:

"Narcan (Naloxone HCl) Nasal spray quick start guide. Opioid Overdose Response Instructions.

Use NARCAN Nasal Spray (naloxone hydrochloride) for known or suspected opioid overdose in adults and children.

Important: For use in the nose only.

Do not remove or test the NARCAN Nasal Spray until ready to use.

1.) Identify Opioid Overdose and Check for Response Ask the person if they are okay and shout name.

Shake shoulders firmly and rub the middle of their chest.

Check for signs of Opioid Overdose:

Will not wake up or respond to your voice or touch

Breathing is very slow, irregular, or has stopped

Center part of their eye is very small, sometimes called "pinpoint pupils".

Lay the person on their back to receive a dose of NARCAN nasal spray.

2.) Give NARCAN nasal spray

Remove NARCAN nasal spray from the box. Peel back the tab with the circle to open the NARCAN nasal spray.

Hold the NARCAN nasal spray with your thumb at the bottom of the plunger and your first and middle fingers on either side of the nozzle.

Gently insert the tip of the nozzle into either nostril.

Tilt the person's head back and provide support under the neck with your hand. Gently insert the tip of the nozzel into one nostril, until your fingers on either side of the nozzle are against the bottom of the person's nose.

Press the plunger firmly to give the dose of NARCAN nasal spray.

Remove the NARCAN Nasal Spray from the nostril after giving the dose.

3.) Call for emergency medical help, Evaluate, and Support

Get emergency medical help right away.

Move the person on their side (recovery position) after giving NARCAN Nasal Spray

Watch the person closely.

If the person does not respond by waking up, to voice or touch, or breathing normally another dose may be given. NARCAN Nasal Spray may be dosed every 2 - 3 minutes, if available.

Repeat Step 2 using a new NARCAN Nasal Spray to give another dose in the other nostril. If additional NARCAN Nasal Sprays are available, repeat step 2 every 2 to 3 minutes until he person responds or emergency medical help is received.

For more information about NARCAN Nasal Spray go to www.narcannasalspray.com, or call 1-844-4NARCAN (1-844-462-7226)."

End image ID.]

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

The V75 Liquid Tire Chain was a rare 1969-only option for most Chevrolets (excluding wagons and pickups). It featured rear nozzles that sprayed a traction fluid onto the tires, improving grip on snow and ice. Though short-lived, this unique system added safety and innovation to winter driving, making it a prized feature among collectors today.

[angelickks]

mad max's hunting kit

synopsis. Not out here with pristine weapons and fancy gadgets. Her kit's a reflection of who she is: practical, hard-edged, and built to deal with anything Hell (or Heaven) throws at her.

#NAV.ᐟ supernatural mlist ⋆.˚ oc! max winchester

1. The Crowbar Wrapped in Rosary Wire

Purpose: Max’s go-to weapon for close quarters. Looks unassuming—until you see the sharpened ends wrapped in iron-wrought rosary beads. The crowbar itself is like an old friend: battered, rusted in places, but deadly in the right hands. The rosary wire? Holy iron. It burns. And when she swings it, a demon’s head doesn’t stand a chance.

Backstory: A gift from Castiel, of all people, after an angelic ambush left Max with nothing but rubble and a blood-soaked shirt. She’s been swinging it ever since.

2. Holy Water Sprinkler System (Custom-Tuned)

Purpose: Designed by Max after a disastrous demon raid in Wichita, this contraption is a holy water minefield waiting to explode. Built into a modified fire extinguisher, it’s been rigged with an air-powered nozzle that can spray holy water across an entire room in seconds—perfect for clearing nests.

Backstory: Sam laughed at the idea when she first presented it, but Dean? Dean just said, "Hell yeah, let’s do this." Max doesn’t waste time explaining. She’s the weapon; this is just her backup.

3. Angel Blade (Modified)

Purpose: Standard issue for dealing with celestial threats. But Max’s isn’t just any angel blade. She’s made it her own—etched it with runes and Enochian symbols she pulled out of ancient texts. When she strikes, the blade doesn’t just kill angels. It rips through their grace.

Backstory: She picked it up in a fight against a rogue archangel, and after that, she couldn't let it go. There's something about the weight of it, the sting of power it gives her. Something she’ll never admit.

4. Fire-Blackened Journal (Self-Made)

Purpose: Her field journal, packed with pages of hastily scrawled sigils, notes on creatures, and half-burned drawings that are probably best left unread. It holds everything she’s learned—and everything she still doesn’t know. The binding’s charred, some pages are missing, others are stained with more than ink.

Backstory: It’s a record of everything Max has hunted, survived, and almost died from. If you get your hands on it, you’re not looking at a journal. You’re looking at a map of scars. She guards it like it’s her own skin.

5. Blood-Sigil Kit (Portable)

Purpose: A collection of vials filled with enchanted blood (angel, demon, human) and ink made from demon ash. These sigils are quick to make, lethal if drawn correctly. Max uses them to ward doors, trap spirits, or create instant barriers that even the strongest entities have trouble getting through.

Backstory: Sam’s always been uncomfortable with how easily Max draws blood for her work. But the thing is? It works. Every time.

6. Salt-Wood Cross (Custom Engraved)

Purpose: It’s a simple cross, but not one you’d find in a church. It’s carved from ancient wood that Max salvaged after a hunt in a forgotten cemetery. The cross is drenched in salt, blessed, and set to burn any demon or spirit that gets too close.

Backstory: A reminder of the sacrifices her family made. A reminder of the things she lost. It’s not just a weapon. It’s a piece of her soul.

7. Molotovs (Custom-Made)

Purpose: Max isn’t afraid to go old-school. When the situation calls for it, she throws firebombs, drenching the area in gasoline and holy oil before lighting the fuse. These little bombs are perfect for demons who can’t handle fire—or angels, for that matter.

Backstory: If you ask, she’ll tell you she learned it from Dean. In reality, she’s perfected them over years of trial and error, and no one else dares light the fuse except her.

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[CONFIDENTIAL ADDENDUM – AUTHORIZED BY BOBBY SINGER| EYES ONLY]

Pulling this from the bottom drawer, where we keep the files that bite.

Addendum: Observations on Subject "Mad Max" – Compiled from Cross-Hunter Accounts and Angelic Watch Reports

CROSSROADS INCIDENT – Lubbock, TX, 2013

Witness: Eli Sanderson (Hunter, now deceased)

"She walked up to the demon like it was a damn stray dog. Didn't even flinch when it offered the deal. Just looked at it, said, 'I already burned.' The crossroad lit up. Demon dropped dead. Never seen that before. Hell didn't take kindly to that one—Eli was found three days later. Tongue carved out. We think Max warned him not to talk."

CLASSIFIED NOTES – CASTIEL (Personal Record, Unshared)

Transcribed from a damaged piece of parchment recovered in the Bunker.

"She’s not empty. She’s not null. She’s too full—so full that nothing else can take root. Her soul isn’t a void. It’s a mirror made of grief and rage and choice. I tried to see it once. Only once. What I saw unmade a part of me I didn’t know was still angelic. I love her. Not as humans do. But as light loves shadow—because it proves it exists."

EXCERPT FROM DEAN WINCHESTER’S AUDIO LOGS (Encrypted Bunker Archives)

"Max? She’s like... if you took everything that ever tried to kill us and shoved it into a person who just won’t quit. I don't know how she's still standing. Maybe she isn't. Maybe she’s been falling this whole time, and she just figured out how to fight on the way down. Either way, I'd follow her into hell. Again."

CLOSING ENTRY – HUNTER NETWORK INTEL

CODENAME: Mad Max

STATUS: UNKNOWN

Last Seen: Cold Rock, NV – abandoned mining town. Surveillance caught flashes of light, seismic activity. No entity signatures remain. No bodies either. Just scorched symbols etched into the earth. One word in Latin: “Rediviva” – “She lives again.”

UPDATED CLASSIFICATION:

Not to be approached without high-level sigil protection

If encountered, do not engage

Considered a cosmic variable—Heaven’s blind spot, Hell’s unanswered question

BOBBY'S FINAL NOTE (UNWRITTEN)

“She ain’t the end of the world. But if the end shows up, she’ll be the last one swinging.”

[fluitech]

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[nionom-art]

I was reading back on your ML x DR AU and I came up with some execution ideas. They turned out very long!

Zoe’s execution: The Not-So-Final Girl

The scene opens with a crew of monokumas on a film set. Zoe is playing the lead role in a rom com during a climactic confession scene on a bridge. She offers a rose to a blushing love interest monokuma, but in an unexpected twist, monokuma’s husband runs in fuming. The monokuma couple start yelling at each other, which instantly devolves into a cartoonish fight cloud. Zoe, confused, gets caught in the middle of it and beat up before being shoved over the edge of the bridge.

The camera cuts to a screen where a flying, Vesperia-inspired action hero drops in, fighting a giant monster monokuma. The camera pans up to reveal the real Zoe, with cuts and bruises, suspended from a harness in a green screen room, and the giant monokuma is all green and covered in white mocap dots. We see two crew monokumas operating the harness system, incompetently button-mashing a claw machine-looking control board. Zoe bobs and jerks around, unable to control her own movements, while giant monokuma slashes at her with his claws. He accidentally cuts the strings, and she falls to the ground.

The setting changes to a dark garage. A slasher monokuma parodying Friday the 13th walks towards her with a chainsaw and she, covered in blood, struggles to stand up. She grabs some garden shears and slices monokuma open right as he swings the saw. It catches her in the arm, but monokuma goes limp as the hole widens to reveal he’s full of squirming cockroaches. They start pouring out in impossible numbers, covering the floor and crawling up Zoe’s legs. The director yells cut and turns the studio lights back on while she’s frantically trying to swat them away, but they’re all over her.

A tanker truck busts through the side wall, but the tank is a giant can of bug spray. Exterminator monokumas hop out, fixing a fire hose to the nozzle. Zoe, engulfed in roaches, looks up to see everyone except her is now wearing a gas mask and staring at her expectantly. The exterminator monokumas point their hose directly at her and douse her with bug spray until a thick cloud fills the room. The end shot is a Zoe Lee headstone shaped like a Hollywood walk of fame star, and monokuma’s hand tosses the tattered-up rose from the opening shot onto it.

Comments: I gave this one v3 vibes with how ridiculously extra it is. The despair aspect is that Zoe is presented in the lead roles of each movie, yet her takes are ruined by things outside her control, sucking the glory out of it. I wanted to do something with the irony of her wanting to have main character energy yet getting killed off right away in chapter one hence the final girl joke. The execution enforces the idea that whatever happened in the murder might not have been entirely her fault or at least that other people’s actions led to her downfall, but she still has to suffer the consequences in the end. I wanted to reference the roach thing, and I liked one of the previous ideas that she’d get crushed like in sole crusher, but I didn’t want to randomly bring Chloe into this without a good reason. I thought bug spray could nod to her being a wasp as well as a cockroach.

Nathaniel’s execution: Deadline

Nathaniel is alone in a peaceful yet windowless art studio. There’s a giant scary-looking metal gate on one wall with thick double doors that lock together, sealing off the room. Very industrial saw trap-looking. Above it is a glowing, red digital clock reading 30:00 which beeps and starts counting down. He sits still at first, scared and suspicious of everything in the room, but nothing happens except the countdown decreasing.

After a few minutes, he stands up and paces around the room, then grabs a pad of paper and starts sketching. First he draws Luka, then rips the page out and turns it face-down on the table. He starts drawing the details of the metal door.

When the clock strikes 20:00, a buzzer loudly blares and the room flashes with red light. When it stops, Nathaniel is frozen, but starts sketching again, faster, this time imagining what might be behind the door. Maybe robotic arms that pull you into a whirlwind of spinning blades, or a flood of water that fills the room to the ceiling, or a long hallway filled with deadly booby traps or. The sketches become more nonsensical and abstract as he goes, and his lines are all shaky. When the clock hits 10:00 it blares again, and at that point he’s frantically scribbling chicken scratch, ripping holes through the paper with the pencil.

He stops and stands up again, walking around the room. He goes up to a two-tiered rolling cart filled with bottles of chemicals like paint thinner and varnish and picks one up, then picks up a dirty cup covered in dry paint and dumps out all the brushes it was holding. Setting them on the table, his sits back down and freezes for a moment, then starts scribbling hand warm-ups. The buzzer sounds for 5:00, and he starts ripping through the paper again, his hands shaking.

He opens the bottle and stares inside, swirling it around. 4:00. Sitting still. 3:00. He pours it in the cup. 2:00. 1:00. He throws it back and starts coughing, which turns into spitting up blood. In the final seconds, he becomes dizzy and collapses on the table. He’s still barely awake to see the doors slide open to reveal that they just. Lead back into the room where everyone else is.

The scene closes with monokuma dressed as a fancy waiter moving away some stuff from in front of the chemical rack, revealing that’s it’s actually a vintage-style bar cart. He winks and wheels it away while in the background, Nathaniel lies in a pool of blood on the table with the cup still in his hand.

Comments: I’m not set on the name for this one. I feel like there’s something better but idk what. I also like the concept more than my execution of it (ba dum ts). Nathaniel’s fatal flaw the first time around was his own paranoia, so I wanted to do something where he psychs himself out to the point where he’s doing this to himself. I wanted the whole thing have this dark “Oopsies! Lol!” energy to almost justify his execution and make it less unfair because he made the same mistake twice in a row. Plus, if he was drowning in guilt and almost gave up before the trial even started, he wouldn’t think escape was an option, but he wouldn’t be able to ignore his sense of self-preservation. I was going back and forth on how long the countdown should be. If it’s too long, he has time to calm down, but if it’s too short, he can’t do anything.

Sabrina’s execution: Burned at the Sweepstakes

(Building off of the same concept everyone else suggested up to this point)

Sabrina is standing in a shopping mall with a beeping collar around her neck with a digital display that starts counting down. She’s holding a long shopping list of highly specific items that looks like Santa’s naughty or nice list with how it trails behind her. Sabrina runs from store to store, grabbing items off the list, mostly fashion accessories and cosmetics. At first, she has several bags in each arm, but soon there’s a pile in front of her too high to see past.

She knows precisely where to find each item, but when she reaches the end of the list with only a little time to spare, she doesn’t recognize the specified brand of shoes at the very end. Strange, she was positive that she’s familiar with every mall brand’s catalogue. Running up and down the escalators, she scans the stores snatching the last few items. The collar beeps faster as time is running out. By chance, she spots the door to a tiny janitorial closet cracked open and thinks to peek inside. A pair of shiny red heels sit on the upper shelf.

As Sabrina sets down her stuff and reaches for them, the collar’s beeping turns into one long drone. Time ran out. Sweating, expecting it to explode, Sabrina freezes in her tracks, but instead of killing her, the collar bursts into a spray of gasoline. She sees where this is going, but holds on to the hope she can still finish the list and “win” before it’s too late. She grabs the shoes, but pulling them up trips a switch that makes the closet door swing shut and spikes fly out of the walls. They don’t hurt her badly, but there’s just barely enough room left for her.

Sabrina tries to reach for the door between the spikes when she notices wires inside the shoes and realizes they made a strange click when she grabbed them. They explode, sending sparks flying, igniting her.

In the closing scene, the closet door swings open with a puff of ashes. Her feet are still standing there. The busted collar falls to the ground with the alternating flashing display now reading, “YOU’RE” “FIRED!”.

Comments: hm I don’t like having a countdown thing twice in a row. The idea here is that successfully satisfying the orders she was given wouldn’t help her survive, it’s what got her killed in the first place. The amendments I made to earlier versions of this concept are that the collar sprays gas instead of being a total red herring and that the shoes themselves are the source of fire. I wanted to include the closet idea too. To everyone who did this general idea before me, I think it’s genius.

Lila’s execution: One in a Million Shot

A firing squad of monokumas perches on a balcony over a spacious white room, like looking into a hollowed-out movie theater from the control box. Down there, an army of Lilas stand in a perfect grid. Or rather, one Lila and several hundred lifelike robotic replicas of her. All of them have wildly different hairstyles and fashion including the real one, who is in disguise. We can’t tell which is her.

The Lilas start robotically walking in random paths around the room before reorganizing in a new formation and stopping. Unable to tell which one is real, each monokuma randomly fires a shot. The broken robots are swiftly removed. All our remaining Lilas start walking again, then reorganize into a slightly smaller grid. The camera zooms in on real Lila’s brief, twitchy side-eye as the robot next to her is shot. The pool continues getting smaller, and when they stop for the next round, the camera zooms out on real Lila’s entire face during the gunfire, letting us glimpse her hair and clothes. Following the next round, the grid becomes even tighter.

From a zoomed out camera view, we see them walk around and make their formation. The monokumas take their shots, and while the rest of the selected Lilas give off sparks and metal splinters, one of them is splattered with blood.

A party popper of confetti and streamers way too sparse for the size of that room goes off, and a childish congratulatory jingle plays over the loudspeakers. The bodies are removed just the same, although one leaves a streak behind on the white floor.

Comments: Where’s Luigi meets Squid Game meets Roblox be an npc or die meets Mii Plaza. The title I chose is supposed to be a pun on how making a living or reaching celebrity status as an online content creator takes some crazy luck. An alternate name for this execution could be Trend Forecasting. Compared to how gory some executions could be, I wanted this one to be unceremoniously quick and simple. Lila craves attention, so if she had to go she would want to do so in blazing glory. Yet she forces herself into a background role in the trial to protect herself and pays for it by being turned into an NPC. Another point I wanted to make was the despair of her death basically being up to random chance. All the previous executions I wrote had the blackened die by “fighting back” in exactly the way they were expected to. If Lila was given that opportunity, maybe she would’ve figured it out and come up with a clever plan, but her execution prevents her from doing anything at all by forcing her to stay still and quiet. The most she can do is try to pick what she thinks is an unlikely spot. I was going back and forth on whether or not I wanted to reveal which one is real because knowing ramps up the anxiety, but not knowing until she’s dead is more shocking. It could go either way.

Thanks for reading all this! I had a good time reading previous ideas for these and I like how Sabrina’s kinda became a group project lol. I hope mine inspire people to do something with them or suggest changes so we can all eventually achieve the true canon DR AU executions by converging our brain cells.

These- these are good- you guys think of the stuff I couldn’t on my own

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Blitzwing returns to the Nemesis after a particularly rough day. Fortunately, his favorite raticon knows just how to calm him down.

that whole analysis post I made about Blitzwing's dislike for getting dirty hit me so hard I needed to write a whole fic and draw a whole thing about it. my conjunx deserves to be happy and that includes a nice cleaning session-- something that in turn makes RTE very happy too! enjoy my BlitzRat 💜

contains: a very pissed off Icy, tons of fandom lingo, and LOTS of fluff. yes, his accent is written, I love his accent, I'm sorry. there's only a bit of it tho 💖

RTE-09 flicked an audial at the familiar soft hiss of their berthroom door sliding open. The scavenger rolled onto their chassis to peer up at the doorway, venting sharply and pinning their audials back in shock at the sight of their conjunx.

Blitzwing was livid, his red optics glowing dangerously with his plating and wings fanned out. It was rare for his icy faceplate to express anger, but when Blitzwing was truly angry, he seethed. The door slid shut behind him as the triple changer stalked further into the room, giving RTE an even better view of his frame, which was absolutely caked in mud and various forms of Earth flora. RTE jumped back on all fours as they realized their conjunx was soaking wet too, dripping water all over the floor.

"By the Primes, Blitzy, what happened to you?!"

Blitzwing's engines growled in response; his frame relaxed ever so slightly at the sound of his conjunx's voice though his faceplate still whirled until his visor flashed in outrage. "Slag sucking Autobrats set up a fragging trap out on zeir Primus-forsaken island and dumped Lugnut and me into zis filthy swamp!" Before RTE could even shutter their optics the triple changer's faceplate was back to blue, a slight snarl showing his fanged dentae. "And now I'm covered in all zis organic slag!"

His whole frame heaved as Blitzwing vented so intensely smoke seeped into the room. He clearly wanted to lie down and whine for the next three megacycles, or at least until his conjunx tired of it and got him cleaned up. Knowing as much, RTE climbed out of the nest to cradle Blitzwing's helm in their servos, the triple changer melting into their touch as RTE soothed him. "Aw, Blitzy, I'm sorry. You'll beat their afts next time. C'mere, I'll help you get the gunk off." They took his servos and tugged him towards the berthroom's adjoined washrack, Blitzwing complaining all the while with increasing phrases spoken in Cybertronian and even Quintesson about the mud and leaves and whatever else clinging to his paint-- he really was upset if he overrode his translator.

The scavenger let him be as they set up the wash hose, finding the slightly softer pressure nozzle Blitzwing preferred and adjusting the cleaner spray to the lukewarm temperature he liked. After all, Blitzwing was particular, and his conjunx knew every detail. The triple changer shifted from pede to pede as he rambled on, RTE nodding to whatever irritation Blitzwing was saying about the horrible green stuff on the Earth water's surface or the irritating names that annoying yellow minibot called him or how Megatron snapped at him for coming back empty handed again. RTE's expression was carefully neutral, though they made note to hit Bumblebee over the helm later for insulting their conjunx; it was best to let Blitzwing go until he felt better with the complaints out of his system.

The triple changer's ire soothed gradually as RTE rinsed the worst of the mud and greenery off, even hovering on their pede boosters to get up to his tank turrets. Though Blitzwing continued to whine about his orbital cycle, his frame settled under the spray and then the foaming solution RTE used a soft-bristle sponge to gently scrub him with. When they got to his faceplate the scavenger paused, tilting their helm with a nonchalant expression, until Blitzwing trailed off to glance at them.

"Vat?"

"Yapper." RTE grinned, poking their glossa out at him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Blitzwing blinked for a moment, then glared at the scavenger, his fans kicking on before his faceplate spun again to a jagged grin. "Oh, I can show you yapping, sweetspark!"

"No." RTE rolled their optics. "Shut your intake while I'm trying to clean your face or I'll bite you instead."

The triple changer's grin widened and he giggled. "But I like when jou bite me, Ratty!"

"Don't you start, Icyhot!" RTE huffed, their smile never faltering. They scrubbed Blitzwing's faceplate with the foaming solution as he giggled, his laughter continuing even as his faceplate rotated so RTE could clean each one before returning to charcoal. He started talking again once RTE moved to his shoulder cannons, albeit with fewer complaints. Crisis avoided, the scavenger mused-- Blitzwing had calmed significantly if his sillier side had won out. As much as they enjoyed the true seethe when Blitzwing got into it, they preferred their conjunx happy, or at least in a good enough mood to bicker with them.

The triple changer settled into humming whatever random tune crossed his processor as RTE finished the scrub and rinsed him off again, checking him over for missed spots though without concern for all the little nooks in his plating, for now. Feeling better, Blitzwing shook the solution from his plating, cackling when he splashed his conjunx and RTE squeaked in protest.

"Blitz!" RTE fluffed their plating in response, leaping up onto his shoulders and nipping his neck cables. "You fragger!"

The triple changer yelped, twisting to bite the exposed softer protoform of RTE's shoulder. The two quickly escalated to a play fight, nipping and snapping dentae as they tussled and chased each other around the room. After a few minutes RTE had Blitzwing pinned to the tile floor, a smirk stretched across their digital faceplate. "I win!"

"Only because I vas already tired!" Blitzwing huffed, his visor glinting as he easily faked annoyance. He didn't really mind losing-- it was fun to roughhouse with his conjunx, and seeing the victorious expression on their faceplate was always worth it. Still, he could pretend, since he'd get attention.

And RTE gave it to him, rolling off the triple changer only to sweep him up in their servos, their chassis puffing out a bit when Blitzwing's engines sputtered in flustered surprise. RTE was all too happy to show off and carried the bigger mech as if he weighed nothing. They deposited him on their nest and climbed in beside him, ignoring Blitzwing's halfhearted grumbles of protest as the scavenger dragged him close for their favorite part of the cleaning routine. RTE waited for their conjunx to settle, his helm resting in their lap, before letting instinct take over, their clawed digits digging gently into all the little crevices in Blitzwing's plating to remove dirt and debris the wash had missed and satisfying the grooming urge RTE inexplicably possessed. Blitzwing relaxed visibly, folding his digits across his chest and his usual calm faceplate rotating into view before his optics offlined, his engines only making the occasional little growl when RTE felt the need to get at a spot with their dentae and nibble.

Through the mental haze of instinct RTE admired their conjunx, their spark warmed to see him so peaceful after the rough cycle. They paused the grooming session long enough for Blitzwing to online his optics again and glance up at the scavenger curiously. RTE softened further, multicolored hearts popping up on their screen.

"I love you, you know."

Blitzwing hummed and gave his conjunx that sweet little smile they so adored. "I know, Ratty. I love jou too."

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Dazzling Ninja and Silvergun Shura in: Crash Bang Boom! Flashy New Hairstyle!

Prompt: Hair

TW/CW: Rappa and Boothill have a father-daughter type dynamic, Boothill shoots someone for shooting at Rappa, Boothill not-swearing, barely proofread and I appreciate spellchecks!

Word Count: 695

A/N: Look who's back, everybody!!! Did you miss me? I feel really well rested after my break and Rappa is such a perfect character to come back and write for with all this energy. She's so goofy and I love that she's dual-wielding badassery and girlfailure cringe, she's spectacular, genuinely.

Translation Notes: I have. No idea if I am shortening "Silvergun Shura" correctly in the below story. I'm assuming that I can shorten it to just "Shura" without putting an "a" or "the" behind it, but if that's incorrect, my bad, I tried to look up what Shura even meant and got mixed responses that I could all honestly see applying to how Rappa sees Boots.

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Colour exploded out of the crowded alley, flooding out into the street like a tidal wave of pure, rebellious energy. The foes that hadn't fallen fled doused in bright reds and greens that would make it easy to track them down later as they ran off in a futile attempt to save their hides. They could run and hide for now, but The Dazzling Ninja knew as she exited the dissipating clouds of spray paint, she would finish her hunt no problem. Especially since she'd gotten the help of–

"Koff-koff-koff! Koff koff-- Fudge me sideways, Rappa, a lil' warnin' next time!"

Boothill – ahem – Silvergun Shura tumbled out of the smoke like a weed, waving his hat in front of his face to try and clear the air before he dyed his insides yellow. Even from where Rappa – ahem – The Dazzling Ninja was standing, she could hear the steel ventilators inside his chest kicking into overdrive.

The young ninja turned quickly on her heels, her hands raised not to fight but to better rush to her ally's aid. "No! Silvergun Shura, did I hurt you in the blast?"

The gunslinger waved his hat again, dismissive as he plopped it back onto his own head. "Nah, didn't hurt nothin'--" He braced a little as she put her arms around him, not in discomfort but to keep from going ass-over-teakettle from her momentum. "--'Least not badly. But dagnabit, Rappa, I only got the one fan system! And mechanics who can handle this kinda thing don't exactly--"

The two warriors fell silent at the same time. Loud as Silvergun Shura was, the sound of a blaster powering up was unmistakable. The two separated to make harder targets, and their sharp eyes swept through the thinning smog, trying to get even an idea of where that sound was coming from.

Both warriors were trained to be observant, either by life or by master, but without the enhancements of her companion, the Dazzling Ninja would always be at a disadvantage. The moment the nozzle of the blaster made itself known, trembling in its wielder's fingers as it started to glow with burning energy. There wasn't enough time to pull the Ninja out of the line of fire, but there was enough time for Shura to draw.

Pew!

BANG!

The blaster clattered to the ground, both weapon and wielder revealed to be nothing more than fading shapes as the aftermath of the Dazzling Ninja's colourful blast finally settled into nothing, leaving the dingy alleyway with nothing but greens and blues on the wall and red pouring on the ground as proof of the battle that had been waged in it.

Silvergun Shura holstered his gun fast, turning his eyes from target to companion. "Speak to me, Raps," he ordered, the tightness in his voice betraying the worry building up in his wires. "Did he getcha'?"

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding until she moved to face him. Then he had to stifle a laugh.

Rappa had her ponytail – or, more accurately, what was left of it – in her hands. The end held in her left hand was still smoking from the blaster shot, as well as the frayed stump of singed pink poking out of the back of her helmet.

Her face was pale from the shock of the martyr in her hands, her fingers starting to tremble from the leftover adrenaline.

"Hey, just be glad it was only yer hair and not anythin' more permanent--"

"Do you know what this means?" She sounded remarkably calm for not just someone who was shot at only seconds ago, but for her herself. It was honestly a little off-putting, especially with her head bowed like it was.

"Uh... Can't say I do, no." Boothill pushed his hat back by the brim, brows furrowed in confusion and concern.

He probably should have expected her to give him that big smile of hers once she looked up, her eyes shining like jewels under her hat's brim.

"Now when my hair grows out I can have that top-knot all the warriors have in the movies."

"You also could've just gotten a haircut--"

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