#square hollow section

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Kamdhenu hollow section pipe

Offering superior quality backed with trusted name of Kamdhenu Limited, our Circular, Square and Rectangular Hollow Sections are preferred structural steel products across the country among bulk as well as retail consumers.

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Square Hollow Section

SHS (Square Hollow Sections)​

Square hollow sections (SHS) is another popular type of structural steel tube that’s kind of a middle- man between RHS and CHS in terms of attributes, appearance and structural behaviour. SHS features a flat surface that’s also economical for joining and welding, with clean lines & minimal edge preparation required.

SHS also features attributes of CHS, with is symmetrical appearance, formed in equal sided square hollow sections — as opposed to circular sections. SHS provides an ideal balance between strength, functionality and aesthetic appearance for a multitude of applications that require all three aspects.

In this blog, Ratna Steeltech explores the square hollow section or circle hollow section: Which one is better for your project? Make the right choice today!

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The company maintains a strong reputation because we are committed to deliver top class services to our clients by manufacturing highest quality standard steel buildings which are custom designed and cost effective. Our commitment to excellence provides unmatched product quality, coupled with speed, safety and superior sales services.

We at Ratna Steeltech offer a worry-free resolution to our clients. We got that extra-mile through our systems, process and our internal orientation to ensure that appointing us is a seamless and effortless experience for our clients.

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JF Engineering Products LLP is a reputable company that produces a variety of round hollow sections, rectangular hollow, mild steel pipes and galvanized steel pipes. We are a corporation that adheres to a whole quality management system and is ISO 9001:2008 Certified. We have been balancing the quality of our products and price while concentrating on exports, earning praise for our innovative and market-handling strategies.

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You Are (Not) Under Arrests - Asaba Harumasa x gn!Reader

Summary -> ~800 words. Harumasa interrupts your commission.

Warnings -> None

A/N -> I wrote this little meet cute in 20 minutes laying in bed instead of getting up to pack to go home. It was originally just a little something to get me back into the swing of writing again. Enjoy :)

What’s the worst thing you can see as a hollow raider? An ethereal too big for you to take on? Dangerous, but you’re clever so they were never an issue. A PubSec officer? You didn’t dress like the criminal you were, so all you had to do was cry like you were lost and prayed they didn’t notice you had an awfully big hunting knife for a civilian. No, what you looked up to see was the worst possible thing you could see. 

“Um,” your brain worked overtime, desperate for an excuse, a reason, something witty to say to the golden eyed man who was now watching you with an amused expression. You tried, but nothing rolled off your tongue, leaving you crouched over the safe you were in the process of breaking into.

“Need help finding an excuse?” Section Six’s Asaba Harumasa said, finding pleasure in the flustered hollow raider in front of him. They didn’t wear the typical gang gear, the goofy looking helmets that had annoyed him to no end. That most likely meant this hollow raider was independent, his absolute favorite type of people to mess with. “It’s actually your safe, you just lost the key when this hollow expanded? Or you’re just testing the lock for a client? Or you’ve been trapped in this hollow for weeks and this safe holds the key to your survival?”

“Something like that…” You sighed and stood up, looking at the man in front of you. You had seen him in the streets of Lumina Square once or twice, and you had learned a bit about him from the group of fangirls that clung to his shadow desperately. You knew Section Six was the best of the best, so for him to be standing in this honestly boring companion hollow outside of Port Elpis had thrown you completely off your game. “Isn’t this a bit below your pay grade?”

“Oh I’m here for personal reasons.” Asaba dismissed. “I’m actually for what’s here in that safe. Do you know what’s in there?”

“Not really. I don’t tend to ask my clients too many questions when I get commissioned.” You shrugged only to see Asaba look… pleased over your lack of knowledge. Bit rude, but you have bigger things to worry about. 

“Whatever your client wants I’ll pay double if you let me have what’s in the safe.”

You stared at him blankly, at the H.A.N.D engraving on his metal chest piece adorning the uniform he was wearing. “Not to give you ideas, but why not just slap some cuffs on me and take it for yourself?”

It was his turn to shrug. “Whatever civilians do isn’t really my business.”

“Yeah, good enough for me.” You crouch back over the safe, scanning it for any alarm systems, hyper aware of your audience.

“What if instead of paying double, I pay the regular price and take you out to dinner?”

“Broke or flirting?”

Asaba dramatically gasps, placing a hand on his chest. “A scrappy hollow raider? Insulting me by calling me broke? How dare you!”

You can’t help but let out a laugh. “Oh okay so both.”

“Yeah, both.” Asaba laughs as well.

“And here I thought section six paid well.” You press your ear to the front of the safe, turning the dial until you hear the telltale click, moving to repeat the process five more times. 

“They do.” He smirks, entertained by himself. “I just don’t want to spend that money on you.”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of a response, instead focusing on the safe in front of you, opening it shortly after to see… a stuffed animal and a stack of paperwork. “Well that’s the biggest disappointment of my career.” You step back to let Asaba see it. 

“Oh you just don’t know the value of it.” He picked up the stuffed animal and gave it a look before he sighed and pocketed it. He grabbed the paperwork and flipped through a bit of it. “You got a lighter?”

Confused, you reach into your pocket to hand it over. “Smoking in a hollow only attracts ethereals, it’s not-“

Asaba lights the paperwork, dropping it to the ground and watching it burn away. You didn’t understand why there was an emotional weight here, but you let the silence linger, stepping close to him and placing a hand on his shoulder in an awkward comfort as his intense eyes willed the paperwork to burn. You both watched until the paper was nothing but a pile of ash, and Asaba watched for a few minutes longer before letting out a relieved breath. 

“Right, now about that dinner date,” he slung an arm around your shoulder and guided you out of the building, leaving behind the negative emotions that clouded the room. 

“Oh so it’s a date now?” 

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This is the first time I've written in five months please be nice <3

[takusan-no-ai]

You’d better call me

PAIRING: Jane x Male Reader (Romantic) (Fluff)

SUMMARY: Jane falls in love after being saved by H.A.N.D member (Y/N) in hollow zero.

Another hornet was sliced down by Jane as she ran. Her cover had been blown and thanks to an unexpected fissure she was able to escape. Sadly, that lead her straight into the nest; hollow zero.

“So long as I avoid that Nineveh I’ll be fine–” Jane narrowly dogged a projectile launched from a stray hornet. She kicked it away in one fell swoop and ran into a corner. “Time to recuperate.” She took a deep breath and calmed her mind.

The wall she was leaning against dispersed, the sky changing and ground shaking nearly knocking Jane off her feet. “Ugh, what is it now?! It just had to be hollow zero…”. In a matter of seconds she was transported to the center of hollow zero; Nineveh’s nest.

Its loud roar echoed across the hollow, strong enough to immobilize Jane to her knees. “Dammit! This was supposed to be a simple undercover operation.” Nineveh flew towards Jane at an impeccable speed, hornets following closely behind it.

“At least I don’t have any regrets,” Jane smiled with her eyes closed. “Except…I refuse to die on the job.” She forced herself to stand jumped past Nineveh, landing on top of a tendril, and using it to fling herself into a nearby fissure.

Jane took a deep breath, now further away from Nineveh. “So, mind explaining to me who your master is?” She asked the bangboo standing next to her. “Thanks again for leading me towards the fissure little guy,” she said while petting it.

“Ehn-na enna eh-na.” The bangboo pointed at a young man walking towards them. He stuck his hand out, smiling. Jane smiled back, a blush forming on her face as she gazed upon her “knight”.

“Name’s (Y/N)! I’m a member of the Hollow Affairs & Neutralization Department, better known as H.A.N.D., and work in sub quadrant Hollow Special Operations Section 6, or H.S.O.S.6., which is–”

“Thank you darling for the explanation but I already know all of the bits and pieces of H.A.N.D., so no need to delve further,” Jane shushed him with her finger.

She circled around him, her tail swaying back and forth. (Y/N) gulped, a sweat rolling down his face. “I can escort you outside of the hollow now, if-if you’ll allow me, ma’am.” Her tail curled around his neck.

Jane stood on her tiptoes, towering over the man. “Oh sir, you’ve seen me at my weakest~ I can’t live with that kind of pain. I need to know you’ll keep it between you and me.”

“Don’t worry, I’m great at keeping–”

“Meet me at nine tomorrow afternoon in lumina square, cutie~. If you’re late I’ll just hunt you down.” she ran out of the hollow, her tail squeezing his neck before letting go.

- Fin

[turcott3]

hands on me

brady skjei x fem! reader

warnings?: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, cockwarming, oral m receiving, lightly fluffy, cursing

kinktober mini series!!

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you felt a long sense of nervousness around brady, almost at all times. not a bad nervous, just scared of the judgment you were gonna receive after posting your halloween post on instagram together.

you knew what was coming.

brady being 30, and you only 21 was sure to offset some people. you sat on your bed staring as notifications flooded in, looking up to see brady with a white towel hung low on his waist after a shower.

“did you post it?” he asks.

“yeah i did. i’m a little scared about the response.”

“put the phone down y/n. who cares what they think of us. i love you, nothing anyone can say in an instagram comment section is gonna change that.” he says, taking the phone from your hands and placing it face down on your nightstand.

“look so gorgeous in your new set.” he smirks, using two fingers to guide your eyes up to his.

“thanks, you’ll never guess who bought it for me.” you reply as he leans down to kiss you passionately. he drops the towel from his hips, revealing his hard cock, almost hitting you square in the face.

“want me to…” you trailed off, his eyes giving away his answer and you giggled devilishly, taking him into your hands, pressing kisses down the shaft as you locked eyes with him, your tongue tracing pictures along his skin before paying careful attention to his tip.

you took him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks, his hands holding the back of your head as he pushes himself into you, gagging as he hit the back of your throat. your eyes pricked with tears as you held onto his large thighs, coughing as he removed himself from your mouth, your slut webbing from the corners.

“can you finish me off quick baby?” he asks and you nod.

“such a good girl.” he smiles, bringing you in for a quick kiss before putting you back to work, bobbing your head up and down his large cock, hitting the back of your throat each time. you paid close attention to his sensitive tip, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth, shooting his cum down your throat, allowing him to finish completely before pulling him out.

“tastes so good.” you tease, wiping your mouth with your arm before his leans down, his tongue diving straight into your mouth before pulling away slightly after a few moments.

“lay down, i want you to warm me.” he mumbles in your ear and you comply, finding your way under the covers, shaking your panties loose from your hips. he climbed in bed, laying face to face, bringing your lips to his as he nudged his slightly hard cock against your wet core, pressing into you. you fought the urge to grind your hips as he grew rock hard inside you, tucking your head into his neck as you bit your lip.

“fuck.” you moan.

“shhhh baby.” he replies quietly, stroking your hair as his other arm was wrapped against you.

“feels so good, s-so deep, so full.” you groan against the skin of his shoulder as you chuckle, vibrating his cock inside you ever so slightly.

you laid there impatiently, remaining calm so he wouldn’t deny finishing you off. he was never rough with you, he just knew what he wanted and you would always give it to him.

“nothing anyone can ever say would ever change how gorgeous you are to me and how much i love my pretty baby, you know that right my love?” he mumbles in your ear, mustering up the courage to peel your head away from his forehead you smiled at him.

“i know, and i love you impossibly more for it.” you reply, your eyes flip flopping contact between his lips and his eyes, bringing his lips to yours for a soft and sweet kiss, almost so light it felt like a dream. he deepened the kiss slightly, beginning to rock his hips in and out of you slowly, filling you up with each thrust.

“fuck.” you moan against his mouth as he nipped your bottom lip. grabbing onto your waist, he flipped to his back, having you on top of him as you grinned your hips back and forth, your nails scratching his bare chest as his grip on your ass tightened, your warm, wet walls hugging him tighter and tighter with each movement.

“baby i’m gonna- fuck.” you moan loudly as a swift wave of euphoria passed through your muscles, your thighs shaking as you tried to keep moving through your orgasm, his hands assisting you as you bounced up and down quickly on his throbbing cock, swelling bigger before pumping you full of his milky seed.

slowing to a stop, you catch your breath, a slight giggle shared between the two of you. he tapped your ass to signal you to get off but you denied.

“why baby?” he asks as you lean over wrapping your arms around his torso.

“want me full of you.” you mumbled into his neck, his hands running up and down your back, sighing in contentment.

“so perfect for me angel, so so perfect.” he replies kissing your shoulder delicately. after a while he finally pulled out, rolling you onto your back, your legs straight up in the air.

“why are you doing that?” he chuckles.

“don’t wanna spill any out, gotta keep it all for myself.” you reply simply.

“mmmmmm need to go again to double our chances.” he says, referring to the one thing that turned you on the most, turning your head sharply to him as he smirked, bringing you in for another kiss.

[kamdhenulimited]

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Square Hollow Section or Circle Hollow Section: Which one is Better for your Project?

[anxious-alyssia]

Wesper proposal:

*Jesper polishing his guns in the library* *Wylan walks up to him*

Jesper: I haven't forgotten about our reading session, just give me a minute, k? Pick a book. *Wylan picks a seemingly random book off the shelf near his head*

Wylan: *hands Jesper the book and takes his guns* open it. Now. Jesper: ??ok??? Jesper: *opens it* Jesper: Wylan: Will you read to me? Jesper: Wylan: Forever?

/Inside the book a small square section in the middles of the pages has been hollowed out and there's a small velvet cushion with a ring in it/

idk what to put after this but long story short he said yes :)

[fab-bladesmith]

A Schlachtschwert, early XVIth century.

Spring steel blade of flat hexagonal section for most its length, mild steel fittings with hollow brass ball finials on the cross. Leather over thread over wooden core for the grip, and leather over wood for the sleeve (more about that below). This is a tentative reconstruction of what a "proper" Landsknecht Greatsword could look like, such a they appear on period artwork, be it paintings like the Siege of Alesia by Melchior Feselen (1533) or the Battle of Pavia kept at the Royal Armouries (or the tapestries depicting that same battle, now at the Museo Capodimonte, made after sketches by Bernard van Orley), the Victory of Charlemagne over the Avars near Regensburg by Albrecht Altdorfer (1518), or the many drawings, prints and woodcuts by artists such as Reinhart von Solms, Jörg Breu, the great Hans Burgkmair, Niklas Stör, Hans Holbein (both Elder and Younger), Virgil Solis, Hans Sebald Beham, the legendary Urs Graf, Daniel Hopfer, Erhard Schön, Hans Schäufelein and others...All of them combined to give this result.

Such swords would be seen not only in the hands of a Doppelsoldner, but also carried by your Feldwaybel or an Edelman. And it would be called a Schlachtschwert in the very captions of the illustrations I mentioned earlier (see Erhard Schön). *Not* a "two-handed Katzbalger", though the cross obviously echoes the S/8-shaped guard of the latter. We clear on that ? Good.

Very few of such swords are kept in museums out there, with a lot of them leaving me dubious regarding their authenticity. The one in Berlin seems to me to be the most genuine of all, and it is on its proportions that I based this piece, though the Berlin sword shows a fancy, diamond-pattern decoration on the quillions very much recalling the Katzbalger kept in the Museum of London. Most if not all period illustration do not show such fancy details on the crossguards though ; they are actually rather plain, without even the ribbing/threading/filework you can find on Katzbalger crosses. Hence I kept this one rather plain, with a square cross section with rounded corners, and some light filework at the center. I also bent the quillions into an offset 8-shape rather than a symmetrical one, to be more consistant with the earlier examples visible in period artwork.

The main questioning was that sleeve at the base of the blade, present on a lot of the period artwork; its obvious function was to provide a spot on which to put the other hand - as can be deduced from Marozzo's teachings for fighting against polearms - but the main issue was how was it made/what was it made of. Elaborating on my previous experience and studies of such things on later Schlachtschwerter, I went for a basic construction of leather glued/stitched over a wood core made of two flat slabs, and force-slid down the blade. There is more than enough friction to keep it well in place, but it is still possible to take it off albeit with some effort. The end of the leather is cut according to period artwork, and flares out to accommodate the mouth of a scabbard if needed. A simple decoration of plain lines on one side, and checkered on the other makes it also consistant with the artwork.

It is 139 cm long, the blade is 1083 mm long, 45 mm wide with a thickness of about 7 mm at its base, tapering down to 3.4 mm near the point. The span of the crossguard is about 21 cm, though from one ball end to the other there's about 73 cm of steel. Weight is 2547 grams, point of balance 13.5 cm from the cross.

Twenty-eight hundred EuroUnits and it's yours.

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[queenoftheworldisdead]

Legitimate

Chapter 1

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used. Let me know if i fucked up and not do that. Chat me up i don't bite! Thank you

Summary: Tommy’s thirst for power leads him overseas to the States, where he's after more than just business. What starts as a strategic move soon becomes something far more complex.

Warning: Adult content only! 18+ only please. Dark! There is potentially triggering stories ahead. Dark Slow Burn

Dark Tommy Shelby x Reader

🍸

You push through the heavy doors, hoping that just this once, you won’t be the first to arrive. Soft music plays in the lounge, where sleek pendant lights cast an amber glow, and the scent of leather mingles with a faint trace of old whiskey.

You scan the area, letting out a resigned sigh as you confirm it—you’re the first to arrive. It’s as though they’re all just waiting for your inevitable ‘Where are you?’ text before they even begin to leave home

A hostess steps forward, her professional smile firmly in place. "Good evening. Are you meeting someone?"

“Yes,” you say, glancing over her shoulder for any sign of your group-maybe missed them the first time. You give out your friend’s names and cross your fingers as she searches her digital notepad.

"Not yet. Would you like to wait at your table, or perhaps at the bar?"

“The bar, please,” you say, fighting off a frown. Better to blend in with the half-empty space than to sit alone in open view.

She gestures to the bar, where a few patrons are scattered in quiet solitude. You thank her and make your way over, settling into a seat at the far end, where the light is dimmer. The bartender doesn’t notice you—he’s glued to a muted game on the TV overhead—but you don’t mind. This quiet corner, with its polished brass rail and cushy stool, isn’t as bad as waiting in the section alone.

The group chat lights up with those same hollow assurances—they’re “just ten minutes away.” You scoff. Ten minutes will likely stretch to thirty, if not longer.

A low prickle crawls up your neck, subtle at first. You resist the urge to look up, grounding yourself in the glow of your phone. But the feeling sharpens, like the thickening air pressing against your skin.

Slyly, you keep your head low and peer out of the corner of your eye, catching a figure in the periphery—a shape standing tall, moving slowly, drawing closer.

The figure-a man slides onto the bar-stool beside you. You ignore him, fingers tightening around your phone, though his presence feels close, deliberate. He says nothing, just reaches into his pocket, pulls something, and taps it against his palm.

You hear a strikes a match before the sharp scent of sulfur mingles with the aroma of dark liquor. You catch the faint crackle as he takes a slow drag.

“Hey, you can’t smoke in here,” the bartender says, his voice breaking the low murmur of the lounge. But the man beside you seems to barely react, only exhaling another slow stream of smoke.

“Get the lady a drink,” he says, his accent curling through the words, smooth and deliberate, with a quiet authority that lingers in the air. Your brow rises, the urge to look over at him consuming you. He’s staring at you, talking about you, and you feel a weight settle in your chest, uncomfortable under his gaze.

He is handsome—handsome in a way that seems almost out of place, like a face too perfect for the room. His blue eyes cut through you, scanning you unabashedly, and you shift uncomfortably, trying to look anywhere but at him. His dark hair is neatly cut, and his square jaw sharpens his features as he takes another drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling in the air around him.

The bartender’s expression flickers, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. “Y-yes, sir,” he stammers, nodding quickly before turning to you, clearly unsettled. “What’ll it be, ma’am?”

"Uh… an espresso martini, please.” You’re not sure why you picked it, but the words slip out before you can reconsider. The man beside you takes another drag, his gaze unwavering, a faint smirk edging his lips. He must be someone important, you think—or perhaps the owner?

Your phone hums softly in your hand—a welcome distraction. You glance down, mouthing a faint thank you before turning away, though the weight of his gaze doesn’t fade.  As you type a quick message to the group, his presence lingers beside you, casting a shadow you can’t quite ignore. Maybe next time you’ll just wait in the car.

🍸

Your small group barely fills the wide curve of leather seating, the empty glasses accumulating on side tables in quiet succession. As you anticipated, they were all late—blaming traffic and other excuses that didn’t quite hold up. 

You lost count of the drinks hours ago, and it’s clear everyone’s at their limit. Claire’s unsteady laughter spills out as she grabs for another glass, and Sarah and Beth scramble to keep her from sliding out of her seat, the chaotic scene sparking a new wave of laughter.

It’s all familiar—like a half-forgotten memory from college, when time stretched thin and nights seemed to last forever.

Tonight had been planned for weeks, a celebration for Bethany. She’s getting married, and the sparkle on her finger is hard to miss, a cluster of diamonds catching the dim light like fragments of some distant star. She recounts his proposal with a shy smile, every detail met with wide eyes and laughter, hands reaching out to admire the ring. These gatherings have grown rare since she met him, but you don’t mind it. Everyone’s older now, a few with kids, married, while you’re content to stay in, alone.

The shift from crowded clubs to quieter lounges feels nostalgic, almost soothing—until you catch a glint of something just out of view. You can feel him there, the man from the bar, like a shadow lingering at the edge of your night. He’d paid for your drink earlier without a word, his gaze heavy, cigarette smoke trailing like a ghostly reminder of his presence.

Bethany’s laugh snaps you back, her voice lifting over the chatter. “You don’t have to get me anything from my registry—just a McMansion if you can manage it,” she teases, her grin mischievous.

You match it with a wink. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“I heard you’re on a hot streak,” Sarah chimes in, raising her glass. She’s right—you have been. Four houses in six months, commissions that exceed your expectations.

“Oh man, I’ve been begging Andy to get into flipping houses,” Claire chimes in excitedly. “ But he threatened to block HGTV.”

"Well, if you’re aiming for divorce, I wouldn’t recommend it. House flipping is a pain—it causes so much stress in relationships."

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, and the atmosphere shifts instantly. You can feel the tension rise. They know how you got into the business—with your ex—and how that relationship ended.

"Not to say it can’t work, just that there’s a lot of money—and stress. Just look it up on Reddit." You scramble to recover, but it’s too late. You’ve definitely put your foot in your mouth again.

Bethany’s smile tightens, and the others exchange glances. The tension is clear, but before it fully settles, Bethany checks her phone. “Well, on that note, maybe we should call it a night?” she suggests, barely stifling a yawn. There are no objections.

You flag the waitress and ask for the check.

“It’s been taken care of,” she informs, to everyone’s surprise and delight. You have a feeling it’s him again—the one from the bar. He’d paid for your drink earlier, a gesture that should feel charming, yet instead it lodges like a thorn, unsettling.

You half expected him to make some move, some overture, but instead, he kept to himself, a silent presence that filled the air with the sharp sting of his cigarette smoke.

“Who?” Claire asks, her voice filled with curiosity. She twists around, scanning the area for the mysterious benefactor.

You watch the waitress fidget with the edge of her order pad, her gaze shifting from Claire to her manager and back.

“Sorry, ma’am. I don’t know,” she replies meekly.

“Oh, boo!” Claire sighs, shrugging as she reaches for her nearly empty glass. She dismisses it with a quick laugh, while the rest of the group gathers their things, ready to head out. You glance back to where you last saw him, but he’s gone, leaving only a faint, sharp smell of smoke in his absence. A bit of relief fills your lungs—though the unsettled feeling lingers.

🍸

You wait for Claire to climb into her Lyft before you order your own. Your head is a little light, the faint warmth of the alcohol still swirling in your veins as you shift on your heels and order your Lyft. Though you were the first to arrive, you’re always the last to leave, making sure everyone gets into their rides safely.

Your nose picks up the scent of cigarette smoke again. You think it’s him—the strange man from the bar. Of course. Same old game—buy drinks, and suddenly he thinks he’s entitled to more. Irritation crawls up your spine, a familiar, almost automatic response. Well, you're not the naive college girl anymore. You don’t go home with guys just because they bought you a drink.

“Looks like you were making sure everyone got home safe,” he observes, his tone light, a hint of curiosity behind it. “That’s pretty thoughtful.”

“Did you and your friends have fun?” he asks, his accent soft but distinct. You blink, the world spinning just slightly, the edges softening with the alcohol still lingering.

“Yeah,” you reply curtly, a bit slurred as you strain to keep his gaze. It’s easier with the haze of alcohol. At the bar, his stare had been sharp, insistent—too much. Now, it’s different, quieter, but still heavy with something unspoken.

“Heading home?” he asks, stepping closer. He’s taller than you thought, his lean frame filling the sharp lines of his tailored suit, the sharp cut of the fabric emphasizing his broad shoulders and commanding posture.

“Mmm,” you nod, rocking back and forth on your heels, suddenly feeling a sharp edge to your own behavior. You don’t know why you’re being so dismissive. He bought you drinks, paid for the tab—but then again, you’re used to guys in places like this always wanting something more.

“So, you’re British?” you try and rest your mood, offering a soft smile. You should be nicer—he was kind to you. “Are you visiting?”

“Yes. I’ve been here a while, thinking about sticking around a bit longer.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” you say with a slight, nervous chuckle. “I’ve always wanted to see London. You know, see the queen, the big clock, have tea at tea time… but I’m not the biggest fan of flying.”

“London isn’t always easy on newcomers,” he says, his voice low and smooth. His eyes hold yours, and there’s a glimmer of something else—you’re just not sure what. “Sometimes, you need someone to show you the ropes. Maybe even… look out for you.”

And there it is. He wants something more, of course—he wasn’t just being nice. His smooth words, his calm demeanor, all part of some unspoken game. The unease tightens in your chest, like a warning bell growing louder with every passing second.

“Well, if you ever decide to move here permanently, I’d love to sell you a house.” You pull a business card from your purse, swaying slightly as you search, trying to steer away from whatever it is he might be hinting at.

You hold out the card, your legs wobbling slightly. He looks down at it, a hint of a scoff escaping him before dragging his tongue over his bottom lip. His gaze sharpens, making your skin prickle.

"I wasn’t angling for your number," he says smoothly, tossing his cigarette down and crushing it beneath his shoe.

Did you misread him? He’s just some foreign guy trying to be nice. You’re bad at assumptions on a good day, and with the booze kicking in, you probably look like an ass.

"But I’ll keep you in mind when I’m ready to settle down," he adds, taking the card. You can't tell if it's out of pity or politeness. Either way, you feel bad.

"Right…" Your voice falters, a hint of embarrassment creeping in.

A car horn breaks the brief silence, impatient and sharp. He glances at the idling car, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I think that might be for you, love.”

Thank goodness. The relief presses down on you, stifling the embarrassment that rises like smoke, suffocating your chest. You nod, offering a quiet goodnight, hoping he doesn’t see the flush spreading through your veins. The sound of your footsteps feels too loud, each one echoing the unease twisting in your gut. You wonder if it will follow you—this feeling, like a shadow—until you're far enough to breathe again.

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actually, i’m putting this in a separate post since people usually don’t see my reblogs, but whoever animated train trial’s typography knew what they were doing. props to you. every character has their unique animation while drawing parallels between some of them.

li tianchen, our first character, has tje most out of them, namely 3 (which i noticed at least). qiao ling also has 3, but i left the li tianxi ‘reference’ in my other post which talked about observations.

li tianchen’s are as follows: something like twin stars (alongside a third smaller star towards the side), the first one being framed as in a photograph and the second one simply around the text. maybe worth noting the stars are four-sided and they are hollowed out. accurately representing the li twins, if you ask me. the other one is just another four-sided star, and a constellation around li tianchen. the constellation, again, has four-sided stars, which is quite interesting.

liu xiao has two, but i chose to show one. the other one is a heartbeat monitor which is behind the text, i’m not sure if it counted. a lot of the mv revolves around cutting and dicing like you’re playing fruit ninja, but liu xiao also has a lot of puppet imagery; in his lyrics, too, and he literally holds a wooden puppet at some point. (also, rewatched and the strings are ALL OVER his part, theyre very obviously puppet strings.) either way, the one i show is like a classy, old-timey architecture which i’ve had to clrd way too much of that i’d rather not. (also, is it just me, or does liu xiao’s look a lot like a butterfly?)

qiao ling also has three, but again, i’m showing two. mainly, i don’t feel like making a reblog. you can see the li tianxi one here. as for the ones i screenshotted, it’s a roundish cube, and some more cutesy framing, contrasting liu xiao’s elegant one which is slightly sharper, as opposed to qiao ling’s round imagery.

cheng xiaoshi’s is more brash and stable. two five sided stars at either ends, as well as a lot of cubes and angles for framing. the second one actually looks a lot like either a print with guidelines, or even a photo, or multiple square photos with different dimensions, different type of film. a lot of his animation actually revolves around him diving… well, quite obviously. makes sense why he’s a star and why he has a picturesque framing, mirroring qiao ling’s round one a little.

lu guang actually doesn’t have any specific ones, but he does have two, if you can call the second one a specific one. this one however… diamond shaped stars with a constellation like look. where did i see this one before, hmm. scroll up for your answer. this further solidifies the parallels between lu guang and li tianchen, i think. though, if we circle back, li tianchen’s is double-looped, which often represents “lies”, “two-facedness”, or other similar things. but also, lu guang’s is quite sectioned. or maybe the animator was rushing to get through the last part, or didn’t get enough assets to animate with. if you’re curious, the “other one” is quite literally three dots above the lyrics. groundbreaking, i know.

either way, i hope the animator for train trial got a raise. for the most part, they had ONE artwork to work with and still managed to keep it insanely interesting and engaging while giving colour and personality to all the characters, things that are uniquely them. quite amazing.