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[perfinn]

let neptune strike ye dead

merman!din djarin x lighthouse keeper!reader

wc: 2.8k

summary: you've spent the last year in near total isolation on an island, tending to a lighthouse and slowly losing your mind. something begins leaving you gifts.

cw: nsfw, no pronouns used but reader is afab and will later be established as a woman, masturbation (not particularly explicit), paranoia, isolation, general decent into insanity, lighthouse keeping inaccuracies (i did zero research)

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The stairs inside the lighthouse have no rails. They're cut from stone, winding up into the heavens as a tower of brick, beaten by decades of crashing waves and brutal storms. Unmoving, unforgiving. And you, godforsaken you, are forced to climb those winding stairs each day and night. Tending to a light that never goes out, once clinging to the stone bricks now confident in your wretched climb. You will not fall, you know, and if you do then there is little more can be done for you. You need only hope that if you do, you'll fall from the lowest steps.

Would they relieve you of your duties if you broke a bone? You doubt it. They couldn't hope to get another keeper in time, this job is as wretched and undesirable as the tower is ancient. You had been tricked into it, you came to realise after a torturous fortnight of lighting that lamp, of clinging to those cold walls along the stairway. Still, your contract was immovable. Two years tending to the lighthouse. Two years of near complete isolation. Two years to lose your mind on a tiny island with only a ship's captain to talk to twice a month.

It's not all bad, the isolation. There's nothing to waste your hard earned wages on, like sweet treats from a bakery. The food you need is delivered by that captain, a sweetener to the deal you'd signed a horrifically long twelve months ago. The wages are generous, too. Without the trappings of rent and bills and little expenses that seem more and more ridiculous the longer you rely on yourself on this island, you're saving thousands of dollars.

Your sanity seems a low price to pay for what will be plenty of financial comfort when you finally return to civilisation.

(Though the longer you spend away from it, the harder it becomes to believe you'll ever be fit for society again. You begin to wonder if you may die on this island.)

There is another hidden benefit to the isolation, you’ve found, that comes in the form of being able to make as much noise as you like. You can scream at the very top of your lungs if you like, and no one will be around to complain.

When your myriad of work is finished for the day, you retire to your measly lodgings. You can't do much to personalise it. You didn't bring any decorations with you, and you can't exactly pop out to get yourself some nice succulents to warm the place up. Succulents would probably die out here anyway. So, with little other choice in the matter, the room is impersonal. Your activities in the room are not.

There isn't a lot to do in order to fill your idle time. You tried cooking– it didn't stick. You tried knitting– the captain didn't bring enough yarn to tide you over until his next visit. The only hobby – which is no true hobby at all, really – that you’ve kept up, is masturbation.

On the mainland, you had toys. Vibrators, dildos, whatever else you desired. You didn't bring them with you, assuming you wouldn't need them.

(Which, for a time, was the case. In the beginning you’d end the day so exhausted that you fell right into your cot and passed out. As your body adjusted to the workload, this became less and less common. You were growing stronger and more durable, and so was your stamina.)

You only have enough service for perhaps one phone call a week, which you usually reserve for your family just so they’re certain you haven't drowned, so internet is out of the question. And you’re not brave enough to ask the ship’s captain about the magazines you’ve seen poking out of a drawer in the bridge of his ship. So, no porn.

You’ve, in turn, gotten incredibly creative with your fingers and your imagination. Were you perhaps deeper in the depths of your impending insanity, you might even go so far as to act out your wildest fantasies like a one woman show. You’re not quite there yet, so the fantasies remain inside your head. That doesn't stop you from making a frankly egregious amount of noise. You scream, moan, whine and yell as much as you please, more than you ever did in the apartment you lived in on the mainland.

The walls were too thin there. They’re too thin here, really, but that doesn't matter, because no one’s around. You make as much noise as is physically possible because you assume no one in the world can hear you.

(You assume wrong.)

You obviously don't notice anything strange during the act, due to all the wanton screaming, that combined with the incessant crash of waves against the rocks doesn't make for a wonderful listening environment. You have every reason to assume that there's no one out there to hear you except perhaps an unfortunate seal or two. The oddities which begin, happen outside of that time.

Seaglass.

There's an abundance of it on the beaches below your island, washing up from decades of glass litter, formed into something lovely. Generally, you leave it to the sea, figuring that if the waves can beat it into a shape they like, they’ve earned the right to keep it. But one day, after a rough storm, a few pieces of it sit on the end of the dock.

It's odd, but not enough to arouse much suspicion. You assume it’s the result of some well arranged wind and waves, and gently knock the pieces of colourful glass back into the ocean.

But then, it happens again.

It's after another storm, (of which there are many, hence the need for a lighthouse) when you’re stood at the paved stone edge of a small cliff and your boot almost crunches on three pieces of seaglass.

You yelp, stepping back to avoid shattering them and crouching down. You pick them up, brows drawing together as you arrange the treasures in the palm of your hand. Two of the pieces are a seafoam green, but the other is a pretty orange. You pluck it between your fingers, holding it up to the rising sun. A smile tugs at the corners of your lips.

You try not to make a habit of keeping seaglass. Don't take too much of the earth’s abundance and what-not. But you do have a few exceptional pieces arranged on your windowsill, and you’ve never seen one this colour before.

“Alright,” you concede in a murmur. You place the orange piece tenderly into the pocket of your overalls. “I’ll keep this one. But you can have these back.”

As you gently plop the other two pieces back into the waves, you try not to think too hard about the fact that you’re speaking to the ocean like it's listening. You briefly consider telling yourself that you’re just talking to yourself, and not the ocean. But that's probably worse.

“God,” you murmur, running a hand down your face. You make a mental note to call your mother.

The odd occurrences stop for a time. That, or your sanity has slipped too much to recognise things as odd. Reality is askew when you’re this alone. Things that are strange don't seem so out here.

Though, you know you can at least attribute your attraction to the supply ship’s captain to the simple lack of contact with anyone else. He’s not ugly, not by any means, but certainly not your type. But Christ, what you wouldn't give to rip his clothes from his body and have him until you finally felt satisfied again.

Your loud masturbation can only satisfy your libido so long. You give it another three months before you’re crossing a lot of professional lines with Captain Fett.

You’ve become friends, at least. He’s your only real connection to the outside world, other than your shoddy transistor radio and your phone calls with your mother that last thirty minutes on average. (Which she only uses to fill you in on family gossip because you generally have nothing of import to tell her.) When he comes by, you force him to sit and enjoy tea with you and tell you about life on the mainland. He’s funny, if a bit gruff. But he makes you laugh, makes you sane.

And then he leaves again, and you watch his ship disappear over the horizon, feel that horrible isolation sink back onto your shoulders and suffocate you. You picture Captain Fett when you scream-masturbate that evening.

The next morning, there's a pile of fish on the edge of the dock.

You stare at it for a long time, brain ticking over as you try desperately to make sense of it. It's a decent variety of fish, all quite massive sizes. Nothing that you generally catch off the docks on the days you try to fish. This is from much further out, in the open ocean where the fishing boats make their rounds. You crouch down, sniffing at the pile. It doesn't smell, they seem as fresh as anything.

Perhaps you have lost it entirely, because you pick up what you know to be a cod and look it over, sniffing it. It smells fishy, obviously, but not rotten. It’ll make a far better dinner than the soup you had planned. You eye the other fish, wondering if you ought to waste them, or let the waves take them back to their fishy graves.

You take the cod inside, and return to the dock with a bucket full of ice in order to collect the other fish. Even if you can't eat them all before they go bad, you’re damn well gonna try. This isn't like the seaglass, you tell yourself. These fish are already dead, it would be wasteful to just ignore them and let them rot away at the end of your dock. As you settle the last fish in the ice bucket, you hear a splash in the calm water.

A tiny thing, barely even a plip. But it makes your head snap up, makes your eyes dart around at the water around you. You curse the fact that the ocean is never completely still, so any disturbance is lost in its perpetual motion. You can't find the source of the splash, but you know it wasn't something innocuous.

(Were anyone to ask you how you knew this, you couldn't tell them. You think it may be some sort of paranoia you’ve acquired in your isolated insanity.)

You feel watched. Perhaps not by something sinister. But watched all the same, like an intent pair of eyes are trained right on you as you accept this gift of ocean’s abundance. You stand up, hoisting the bucket up into your hip as you squint out at the waves. The sun reflects off the water and hits your eyes, and you’d be upset with it if you weren't trying to cherish the rare day of warm sun. You huff, taking one last glance at the slowly lapping waves before turning and heaving back up to the lighthouse to get to work.

You know there’s another storm coming that night. Weather so forgiving is never not followed by something brutal. You’ve grown very accustomed to the mercurial weather of this godforsaken island.

(That, and you heard it on the weather report on the radio.)

Still, generally the best you can do in this weather is make sure the lamp is lit and you’re safe and warm inside. You have two of your fingers buried knuckle deep in your pussy when thunder first cracks. You barely pause, glancing toward the window as rain begins to beat down on the panes, before closing your eyes and focusing on hitting that sweet spot again.

When you’ve moved to rutting against your pillow and letting wanton moans tumble from your lips, an alarm goes off high up in the tower. Your eyes snap open and you look up– the light’s gone out.

The very most central thing that you’re expected to do in this godforsaken lighthouse is maintain the light. Now, in this kind of weather, more than ever. You barely give yourself a moment to pull on a discarded pair of overalls before you’re scrambling up the stone steps to the light. You swear to yourself as you fix the light, glancing out the windows to the dark and stormy oceans.

You pray there’s no ships out there, pray you won't suddenly hear a deafening crash as some poor fishing barge slams into the cliff face. There shouldn't be any ships out in this weather, but that's really the whole point of the lighthouse, isn't it? Just in case.

But you manage to secure the new bulb, relief flooding you as the room is illuminated and the beacon shines out over the horizon. You turn to look out the windows, thankful when you note there’s not a ship in sight. In the five or so minutes where the ancient lighthouse wasn't faithfully emitting its beacon, no one even came near. As you’re about to step away, though, the light illuminates something that catches your eye.

You’re not able to make out much from this distance, or from the brief second of illumination, but you’d swear on anything that you saw someone out there. A head and shoulders, with brown hair, just poking out of the waves.

You’re scrambling on the steps again before you even realise you’re moving. Slipping and stumbling down those wretched stairs, uncaring of your safety since instead your brain is thrumming with fear and adrenaline and a screaming need to help whatever poor soul has somehow ended up in the stormy waters. You grab a flashlight and a floatation device from by the door before you’re stepping into the unforgiving elements.

You don't even know what you’ll do when you get out there. As you rush out into the bruising wind and rain hammering down on your skin, you can't think of any sort of plan. You’re sure as hell not going to dive in to get them, that would only end up with both of you dead. You make it down to the dock, slipping several times in the mud but managing to stay upright. You’re barefoot, you don't have anything to cover you but your worn pair of overalls, so essentially your entire torso and arms are bare to the elements. One wrong move and your tits will probably spill free too.

But you don't think about that. You think this poor drowning idiot won't care that you’re sort-of-kind-of-half-naked, they probably have more important things on their mind. You make it to the end of the dock, shining your flashlight out at the waves.

“Hello?!”

You’re not sure you can be heard over the wind and the rain and the thunder clapping overhead. You can't see anyone either. Whoever it was has probably been pulled under, or out further into the waves where you can't help them. Still, you search frantically amongst the blackened water, eyes wide and breathing quick.

You catch something in the beam of your flashlight. Something, again, so quick you think you may have imagined it. A tail, flicking up before disappearing beneath the waves.

Unlike any tail you’ve seen before, large and wide, a dark colour almost as black as the water. You freeze, flashlight lingering on that spot, silently begging the universe to let you see it again, just so you can know it's a seal or something.

But a seal’s tail doesn't look like that. Nothing’s tail looks like that. You squint in the rain, desperate to prove your insanity wrong. But it doesn't appear again. You’re left only with the memory of a tailfin and the distant view of a person’s head and shoulders, and the sinking feeling of knowing your insanity has reached a point you can't be certain you’ll return from.

When you’re about to give up on the poor soul that you probably-definitely hallucinated, you glance downwards. You think of the seaglass and the fish, and wonder if those were hallucinations too when your flashlight reflects off something new. Another gift from the ocean. You reach down and pick it up, heart thrumming in your chest.

It's a cowrie shell, but that's not what sends your mind spinning into confusion. There’s a carving on its surface. You run your thumb over it, clearing it of raindrops for a brief moment before it’s covered by them once more in the unrelenting downpour. It's a symbol you recognise, Captain Fett has one hanging from the gearshift of his ship. You’d asked him about it once, and he’d recounted an old mariners tale about it.

A mythosaur.

You look back up at the waves, searching their murky depths for explanation. There's none. So, shaken, you pocket the cowrie shell and turn away to go back inside, not noticing the pair of brown eyes that watch you from just below the dock.

part ii

[dreamingbrownie]

Shards Masterpost

Prompt list by ao3commentoftheday, these are all unrelated Grindeldore oneshots.

Works:

Off to save the world again?

“You do not want to do this.”

“I thought we were past stating the obvious. Besides, you could have knocked.”

“Yeah, not gonna risk you apparating to Timbuktu or somethin’ just to avoid talking to me,” Aberforth huffed rounding the table. Sometimes Albus saw their father in the way he crossed his arms, the steel in his eyes, the set of his jaw that made ardently clear that he didn’t need magic to take zero bullshit from anyone. Even from his brother. Especially from his brother.

//

The night before everything comes to a head in Bhutan, Aberforth decides that he's had enough of Albus' secrets.

Prompt: A conversation you wish had happened in canon.

Canon for Fantastic Beasts 2, the Dumbledore brothers talking about their shared trauma.

Under a lilac canopy

Summary: To say that Gellert had not expected to wake up on another day at the western front to the Statute of Secrecy finally blasted to smithereens was a bit of an understatement. It fell as silently as a night-time truce: nobody knew who had fired the first shot that brought down the entire thing. To the stench of antiseptics and laudanum was added the cloyingly sweet scent of pain relief potions; the highest dose available in France was handed out like Penicillin: worth its weight in gold. After the initial shock of that surreal day had faded, he’d been ecstatic, of course, eager to write a woefully short, passionate letter to Albus about the possibilities this unlocked in the late war-effort – and not a single letter returned to him from Britain. In spite of the Royal Mail Service, those utter madlads, in spite of every owl and pigeon he could find in bumfuck nowhere, France – silence. He would have to find Albus himself, once he finally got to go home, but amidst London that was torn to shreds and filled with the hungering, grieving masses, nobody wanted to talk about the day Albus Dumbledore disappeared. The day the Statute fell.

Prompt: an expression of love.

Edwardian WW1 AU, hurt/comfort heavy on the comfort side. Hospital reunion fic.

The earth of me

Summary:

Maybe it had been foolish, then, of Albus to think himself safe from surprises. The kind which rocked the very ground underneath his feet, that was, a sort of shock that travelled up and down his spine and shot adrenaline through his entire system. Safe from war, if not from politics, he had considered himself hidden from Death’s crows upon his doorstep. He wasn’t.

He had long known the five stages of grief to be thestral dung. On that particular afternoon in late January of 1931, he appeared to have shot right past denial into depression, or directly into acceptance, perhaps, if one took into account that he had always known that this had had to happen eventually.

Prompt: Character meta

Albus ruminates on the death of his father in Azkaban and what this means for himself. Canon missing moment I guess.

Remnants

Summary:

“You could have mentioned that this dragon hoards eggs.”

In the darkness, Gellert was a mere shade. The ragged rocks cut the howling wind apart into ribbons that slashed the air: high, haunting sounds dancing over the wet grass. No human lived up here, not anymore. The next village was miles and miles away. Albus felt the ground vibrate with the dragon’s steps inside the castle ruins that spanned an entire hilltop. The bare bones of a grand church stuck up into the grey sky that had lifted away the roof from its ribs long ago; of the keep, only the northern and the eastern wall still stood. Everything else was naked stone filed down by the weather littering the grasslands like teeth. Here the remains of a hall as big as a lord’s manor, there circles in the mud: watchtowers, or what was left of them. Bones were scattered in between those trampled histories. The earth only yielded bushes with berries on them that should not be touched by anything that wished to live, no fields survived here. It was so cold Albus could feel his jaws jittering.

“Theseus said nothing of it. I presume that he did not know, else he would have. He only stressed how very unwise it is to go near a nesting dragon.”

Prompt instead of the origina prompt that didn't work for me was three lines of conversation, link lost, unfortunately.

Canon divergence, could be seen as a cousin to my Constellations series in as much as Albus and Gellert live togther throughout their life as professors on Hogwarts.

The red grief

Summary: In 1625, King James I of England and Scotland died, leaving his lover George de Villiers, the Duke of Buckingham, behind. Historically, the Duke decided to sack Cadíz on the Spanish coast soon after. In another world, a pair of immortal husbands are none too pleased about being asked for magical help on what others would call a thinly veiled act of piracy intended to escalate political tensions into outright war. How to cope?

Prompt: an emotional moment that you can't find a plot for.

Smut and fluff, immortal wizards AU, the most established of relationships

Golden mornings come again

Summary:

“I know for a fact that you have never asked me to go to the coast with you, but I dream of it, sometimes, finding you at the sea, and when I wake up, I am overcome with such a visceral urge to do exactly that; as if you were waiting for me with your hands in your coat pockets and your back turned to me, facing the sea – in fact, all of these… strange, inexplicable… Merlin, I don’t even know what to call them – these glimpses, these pictures I have of you in my mind that seem so impossibly real – you are waiting for me in all of them. Looking over your shoulder whenever I come close enough to touch, and there it always ends. As though I have been chasing and losing you for a very long time.”

//

It always takes a while for the memories to come back to them.

Prompt: a scene fully without context.

Reincarnation AU, established relationship, a lot of fluff with a side of emotional smut served gently

Historically proud

Summary: The man at the counter had hair so light it was almost white, looking natural, not dyed, but who really knew; his t-shirt had three lines of ancient Greek on it that Albus only realized had to be the first line of the Iliad after staring at it for way too long, toned muscles – arms, hello, damn – and he was oozing confidence. Well, that was all of Albus’ boxes ticked, ta very much. Fuck.

“I’m sorry, I kind of couldn’t not listen – you’re Professor Albus Dumbledore, yes?”

Puzzled, he gave a brief nod.

“Indeed I am. I like your t-shirt.”

The man looked down at it like he’d forgotten he was wearing it, grinning a bit.

“Thanks. I read your last article that you published – what was it, a few months ago? – Anyway, the way you dissected the outdated communist pirate theory with such poise and elegance, that was beautiful.” Then he cleared his throat and straightened from his casual slouch against the counter which looked entirely like a nervous act. “Sorry, where are my manners? Name’s Gellert Grindelwald, I’m the new Ancient Greek History Doctorate researcher and teacher at King’s College.”

“Oh!” Well, Albus was fucked. That beautiful, clever man was going to be his new colleague.

Prompt: The meeting part of a meet-cute AU

Modern AU, historians, getting together, uni colleagues AU with a side-dash of ToG characters mentioned

Candle Stains

Summary:

The different paths that their lives had taken so far had not merged upon accident: they’d worked to make it work. Once Aurelius was fully grown, theoretically, there was no reason why Gellert should still live with him then. The thought seized Albus' heart and held it captive.

“You must know that your continued support has been vital to me. I value you far, far beyond your excellent job as the tutor of my nephew.”

To his puzzlement, Gellert gave a breath of amusement that fast turned fond.

“I do believe that is British for ‘I love you.’”

“And if it is,” Albus responded, half question, half declaration.

Prompt: a shocking announcement (or the reaction to it)

Regency AU, Albus is a Lord living in London with his nephew Aurelius, Aberforth and Aurelius' tutor Gellert. Getting together fic.

All aflame (The fire has found a home in me)

Summary:

“When we are going on our tour together, I am going to make you scream above the Seine and you’re going to have me under the Venice moonlight.”

“Gellert,” he breathed out the pearling laughter in his chest, light as air, “I can’t wait.” Then he turned around, and awkward as the angle was, they made it work for a lingering kiss. Gellert nudged his big nose into Albus’ cheekbone smirking like the cat that got the cream.

“Better?”

“Much. Thank you. I’d say sorry for having woken you up, but in truth…”

“Don’t be,” he grinned, “I’m not."

Prompt: A missing moment from canon

Canon summer of 1899, smut, idiots in love, fluff and intimacy, no bad things in this one.

Heaven

Summary: “I am not used to how you look at me anymore.”

“And how do I look at you?”

“Like you would burn the world to have me again. I am not sure if I would call it love.”

I do, Gellert wanted to scream, I do, I do, I do, throbbing in his chest in a double-stutter. //

Prompt: an alternate ending to a scene from canon.

The restaurant scene from Fantastic Beasts 3 do-over, canon divergence, what if these two had actually talked and gotten their shit together?

Stay a thousand years

Summary:

“Gellert is blessed with foresight, wisdom, a cunning mind for strategy, and charms enough to have the whole court fall for him; he is a just and intelligent man and… I love him dearly. Anyone else but him would make no sense for me to marry.”

Percival gazed at him with something like trepidation in his watery eyes.

“He is powerful enough to match you, Albus. Having him so near you could be a dangerous decision… or the only wise thing to do.”

“He would never hurt me. Never,” Albus vowed with all the conviction of late-night conversations about spells that did not exist yet and the long-lost relics that haunted them both from the side-lines of their childhood fairy tales. The court might not know it yet, but Gellert was his, and he belonged to Gellert as firmly as any priest could profess; more so, they were made from the same stardust. It was the one thing that did not made him tremble these days, that knowledge.

“Very well,” sighed the dying king, and let go of his hands. “Get him for me, please.”

Prompt: Someone just having the worst luck.

Medieval Fantasy AU, proposal under rather difficult circumstances fic, royalty AU.

By your leave

Summary:

Captured. The thrice damned teenagers had gotten themselves captured. Bowed over Albus’ tombstone as he was every morning and every for longer than he cared to actively recount, Gellert took the news from one of his many birds scouting the grand, wide world out there for him without moving from his spot. Though he wanted nothing more than to rest his forehead on the white marble painted golden by the sunset until he faded into the stone itself, slowly, painfully slowly, his folded hands detangled to settle on the cool surface instead.

“My heart, I must do something,” he rasped over the polished stone. His knees creaked and hurt as he forced them to move like rusted hinges. “To the snake pit I go, is that not the funniest thing you ever heard – this might finally be my last sunset, my love.”

//

Albus Dumbledore was dead, Harry Potter captured at Malfoy Manor, but the last King had not yet been let off the chess board.

Prompt: An exchange of gifts or mementos.

Canon divergence, hurt with very little comfort, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows alternate ending.

in from the cold

Summary: Gellert comes back home to Camelot in the weeping rain to a row between Master Merlin and King Arthur. Nothing new there, though this time, a dragon is dead, the King is injured, and Gellert would simply like to squirrel away Albus from under Merlin's watchful eyes, thank you very much.

Prompt: That awesome line you simply can't find a plot for.

Camelot medieval fantasy AU. Reunion fic with a side of Merlin/Arthur.

Stained-glass window laments

Summary:

“I cannot bear the thought of life here without you. My head weighs heavy with the crown upon it, and that weight is not made to be carried alone. You must pull through now, my love, and be not afraid of my temper. I see how unusually quiet you are.”

Gellert’s eyes briefly flickered heavenward.

“I got stabbed.”

“After pushing an army of three thousand; twelve clans united despite that they’re squabbling in front of my doorstep now; through the murderous mountains, yes.” He kissed Gellert’s fingers, feeling the cool metal push smoothly into his lips, feeling the shape and weight of them in comparison to Gellert’s roughened skin. Eye contact kept him quiet. “You are thin, my heart. Have they who followed you into battle not treated you to every comfort?”

Prompt: The aftermath of a scene you’ll never actually write

Medieval Fantasy AU, King Albus and loyal knight Gellert, hurt/comfort.

Asja

Summary:

It had been Europe, they agreed on that much. Gellert remembered birches, and Albus still sometimes blinked at sunspots falling through oak leaves dappled with dew in dreams lost before he was fully awake. Sensual memory, that was what stuck the longest. Visuals, feelings, sounds.

Once, they had been like gods.

Prompt: the scene that would bring you personally the most joy.

Pre-historic Smut, rated E.

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here have a teaser of this Nest scene I was writing, I really like it and I will be posting it without context

It was there. A black diamond bare against the sky, entwining triplet suns in an army of reaching tentacle hands. Still, silent.

Though the rope was tied firmly from his waist to the Broken Sword, Zed felt like he was falling. It was the way his jetpack propelled him a little faster than usual towards it - the quiet tug of its gravity, its presence. The way that the widening gap in space beckoned to him.

Dead silence in his Exosuit. Broken, suddenly, by a sharp crackling: October's voice, clambering over interference.

"Two hundred units to go. You can switch on your scanners now."

He raised his hand to the device around his neck, glove burned in perfect colour by the unfiltered sunlight. A loud, prolonged beep, and a small screen appeared in the corner of his vision. External Biosigns: >1%.

"Remember. If it gets over forty, start running." The interference had cleared, and the Traveller's voice rang cold. "One hundred units. Prepare for landing."

Disabling his jetpack, Zed turned his body in midair, letting the gathered momentum take him the rest of the way. He activated the magnetic boots preliminarily, feet outstretched towards the station's hull. The rope strained a little.

"Fifty units. Get ready to detach. Make sure your area is clear."

Zed felt for the clasp where the rope was buckled to his belt. It wasn't quite long enough, and the frigate couldn't move for fear of disturbing whatever was on that station, so he'd have to go the last thirty units on his own. His fingers brushed the release, waiting for the perfect moment.

"...three...two...one...detach."

He unbuckled the rope as fast as he could; the clasp sped past his head, returning to the red-sailed ship hovering above them.

There was a moment of vertigo, of spinning stars, of not knowing which way he was suddenly being pulled, faster, to the abyss...

The resonance of hard and hollow metal jolted through his legs as he made contact, his boots fastening themselves to the hull. A rebound, torso stretched, then gravity released him.

"Nice. Watch Lucien on your left."

The hull vibrated as the Korvax made their landing. Vacuum rendered the tremors inaudible.

"Okay, straight ahead of you there should be a breach where you can get in. Be careful - we don't know how bad things are down there."

The pair looked at each other, Zed taking the first few steps. He winced at the vibrations they created - how much could the plants detect?

It was like an empty eye socket - a hole punctured in a missing panel, metal fragments and wires sticking out as if some sort of attachment had been ripped from it. Zed stood on the edge, avoiding the very-much-still-sharp edges and straining to perceive something in that lake of shadow.

In his peripheral, Lucien was switching on their night vision. Synthesised directly from their carapace, the voice cut loud and clear into the silence.

"Can't see much, but it doesn't look blocked up. I'll go first-"

"No way!" interjected Zed. "I'm not letting you be first to get hurt. Besides, those things can sense you a lot easier than me. I'm going."

"Yeah, Zed's right," October added. "And it'd be easier for you to get him out of there than the other way round. Now, Zed, if you could just lean over a little more, I'll scan for any threats."

Zed obliged; as he leaned over the void, he felt Lucien's metal hand on his shoulder. They were worried, and that was never a good sign.

The scanner around his neck beeped. "Okay, so it opens into some sort of service hallway. I'm seeing a few tentacle clusters up the walls, but nothing deadly. Zed, you're clear. I wouldn't touch the sides or the roof - get Lucien to lower you down. Oh, and no torch. Night vision only."

He grabbed both Lucien's hands as the magnets deactivated and his body re-entered zero gravity. As his vision faded into grainy green, they gently lowered him into the blackness of the hole.

A new voice in his ears. Some remnant receiver, some automated message that had not turned off.

"Now entering R - kzzt - Ryauros Station. Welcome - kzzt - home."

[metroredx]

Metro Redx: Leading Battery Manufacturers in Hyderabad

Hyderabad is a thriving hub of innovation and commerce, and Metro Redx stands out as a premier battery manufacturer in Hyderabad, delivering high-quality, reliable power solutions for various applications. Known for our commitment to excellence, we cater to a wide range of industries, including automotive, two-wheelers, and E-rickshaws, ensuring every battery is built to meet the unique demands of Indian customers.

Why Choose Metro Redx?

Choosing the right battery manufacturer is essential for ensuring long-lasting power and safety. Metro Redx has earned its reputation by consistently delivering products that combine performance, durability, and affordability. Here’s why Metro Redx is the trusted choice in Hyderabad and beyond:

High-Quality Batteries: Manufactured using state-of-the-art technology and stringent quality control measures.

Tailored Solutions: Designed to meet the specific needs of automotive, bike, and E-rickshaw applications.

Focus on Safety: Built with safety-first principles to ensure risk-free operation.

Exceptional Durability: Designed to perform consistently even in challenging conditions.

Our Products

Automotive BatteriesMetro Redx automotive batteries are engineered for superior cranking power and long service life, making them an ideal choice for cars, trucks, and commercial vehicles. They feature:

Maintenance-free designs.

Enhanced resistance to vibration and heat.

Reliable performance under all weather conditions.

Bike BatteriesOur two-wheeler batteries are compact, efficient, and highly durable, ensuring smooth rides for bike and scooter users. Key features include:

High cranking power for quick starts.

Zero-maintenance technology.

Excellent heat tolerance and vibration resistance.

E-Rickshaw BatteriesDesigned to support the growing demand for sustainable transportation, our E-rickshaw batteries are:

Long-lasting, reducing downtime for operators.

Low-maintenance, saving operational costs.

Optimized for heavy-duty use in urban and rural areas.

Advanced Manufacturing Process

At Metro Redx, innovation is at the core of our manufacturing process. Our team of skilled designers, engineers, and technical specialists leverage advanced tools and cutting-edge technology to produce world-class batteries. Key aspects of our production process include:

Precision Engineering: Ensuring consistent quality across all battery models.

Rigorous Testing: Each battery undergoes stringent tests for performance, safety, and reliability.

Eco-Friendly Practices: Adopting sustainable methods to reduce environmental impact.

Focus on Customer Satisfaction

Metro Redx is not just about manufacturing top-quality batteries; we are dedicated to providing exceptional customer service. From timely deliveries to robust after-sales support, our customer-first approach ensures we exceed expectations at every step.

Markets We Serve

With our headquarters in Hyderabad, Metro Redx caters to both local and national markets. Our extensive dealer network and partnerships allow us to deliver batteries to customers across India.

Why Hyderabad Trusts Metro Redx

As one of the leading battery manufacturers in Hyderabad, Metro Redx is proud to support the city’s energy needs with reliable and high-performance power solutions. Our dedication to quality and innovation has made us a trusted name among individuals, businesses, and fleet operators.

Conclusion

Metro Redx is redefining the standards of excellence in the battery manufacturing industry. Whether you need automotive, bike, or E-rickshaw batteries, we deliver solutions that combine quality, safety, and durability. With our strong focus on innovation and customer satisfaction, we continue to set benchmarks as the top-tier battery manufacturer in Hyderabad.

Original Source:- https://metroredxbatteries.blogspot.com/2024/12/metro-redx-leading-battery.html

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Top Indian Car Battery Brands: A Comprehensive Guide

Car batteries are the unsung heroes under the hood, powering your vehicle's ignition system, lights, and all the electronics. Without a reliable battery, even the most powerful engine can be rendered useless. In India, where a growing automotive market demands high-performance and durable batteries, choosing the right brand is crucial.

The Significance of Choosing the Right Car Battery

Your car's performance heavily relies on the battery's health. A good battery ensures smooth engine starts, consistent performance, and longevity of the vehicle's electronic components. Conversely, a subpar battery can lead to frequent breakdowns and high maintenance costs.

Top Indian Car Battery Brands

India's car battery market is dominated by several key players, each offering unique features and technologies. Let's dive into the top brands that have earned the trust of millions.

Amaron

History and BackgroundAmaron, a brand of Amara Raja Batteries Ltd, is renowned for its cutting-edge technology and innovation. Founded in the late 1980s, Amaron quickly established itself as a top choice for car batteries in India.

Key Features and Technologies

SilvenX Alloy Technology: Enhances battery life and performance.

Zero-Maintenance: Designed to reduce the need for frequent check-ups.

High Cranking Power: Ensures reliable starts even in extreme weather conditions.

Popular Models

Amaron Go

Amaron Pro

Amaron Flo

Exide

History and BackgroundExide Industries Ltd has been a pioneer in the battery industry since 1947. Known for its extensive research and development, Exide offers a wide range of batteries catering to various automotive needs.

Key Features and Technologies

Advanced Hybrid Technology: Provides excellent tolerance to high temperatures.

Long Life: Robust design for extended battery life.

Enhanced Safety: Spill-proof design and built-in vent mechanisms.

Popular Models

Exide Matrix

Exide Mileage

Exide Xpress

Luminous

History and BackgroundLuminous Power Technologies, established in 1988, is a leading player in the power solutions industry. Though widely recognized for inverters, Luminous has made significant strides in the car battery segment.

Key Features and Technologies

Tubular Plate Design: Ensures better performance and longevity.

High Reserve Capacity: Provides extra power during emergencies.

Fast Charging: Designed for quick recharge and reliable performance.

Popular Models

Luminous Inverlast

Luminous RC 18000

Luminous EC18036

SF Sonic

History and BackgroundSF Sonic, a subsidiary of Exide Industries, offers a range of reliable and high-performance car batteries. It has been a trusted brand for decades, known for its durability and innovation.

Key Features and Technologies

Tropicalized Design: Built to withstand Indian weather conditions.

Zero-Maintenance: Requires minimal upkeep.

High Cranking Power: Ensures easy starts in all conditions.

Popular Models

SF Sonic Flash Start

SF Sonic Jet

SF Sonic Power Pack

Okaya

History and BackgroundOkaya Power Pvt Ltd is part of the Okaya Group, known for its wide range of batteries and power solutions. Okaya car batteries are popular for their affordability and reliability.

Key Features and Technologies

Sealed Maintenance-Free: Designed for ease of use.

Vibration Resistance: Ensures durability in rough conditions.

High Performance: Provides reliable power and long life.

Popular Models

Okaya Free Rider

Okaya Pro

Okaya Wheelz

HBL Power Systems

History and BackgroundHBL Power Systems Ltd specializes in a wide range of batteries, including those for automotive applications. Known for their industrial-grade batteries, HBL brings robustness and reliability to the car battery market.

Key Features and Technologies

Deep Cycle Capabilities: Ideal for vehicles with high electrical demands.

Long Life: Engineered for extended service life.

Eco-Friendly: Focus on green and sustainable technologies.

Popular Models

HBL Global

HBL Supreme

HBL Max

Comparing the Brands

When choosing a car battery, it's essential to compare different brands based on performance, price, and customer feedback.

Performance ComparisonAmaron and Exide are often neck-and-neck in terms of performance, with both brands offering high cranking power and durability. Luminous and SF Sonic are close behind, providing excellent reliability and fast charging capabilities.

Price ComparisonOkaya and SF Sonic tend to be more affordable, making them popular choices for budget-conscious consumers. Amaron and Exide, while slightly more expensive, offer superior technology and longer warranties.

Customer Reviews and FeedbackCustomer feedback highlights Amaron and Exide as top performers in terms of longevity and maintenance-free experience. Okaya and SF Sonic receive praise for their value for money and consistent performance.

Factors to Consider When Buying a Car Battery

Choosing the right car battery involves more than just picking a brand. Here are some key factors to consider:

Battery Type and SpecificationsEnsure the battery meets your car's specifications in terms of size, voltage, and capacity.

Warranty and ServiceA good warranty can save you money and hassle in the long run. Look for brands that offer comprehensive warranties and excellent customer service.

Brand ReputationOpt for well-established brands known for their quality and reliability.

Maintenance Tips for Car Batteries

To extend the life of your car battery, follow these maintenance tips:

Regular Inspection and CleaningCheck for corrosion and clean the terminals regularly to ensure good connectivity.

Proper Charging PracticesAvoid deep discharges and overcharging, as these can significantly reduce battery life.

Storage TipsIf you won't be using your car for an extended period, disconnect the battery and store it in a cool, dry place.

Eco-Friendly Car Battery Options

With increasing environmental awareness, many brands are now offering eco-friendly car batteries.

Introduction to Green TechnologiesLook for batteries with low lead content, recyclable materials, and energy-efficient manufacturing processes.

Brands Offering Eco-Friendly BatteriesExide and HBL are leading the way with their focus on sustainable and eco-friendly battery technologies.

Future Trends in the Car Battery Market

The car battery market is continuously evolving, with new technologies and trends emerging.

Technological AdvancementsExpect to see more batteries with faster charging times, higher capacities, and longer life spans.

Market PredictionsWith the rise of electric vehicles, the demand for high-performance car batteries is set to soar, driving further innovation in the industry.

Conclusion

Choosing the right car battery is crucial for your vehicle's performance and longevity. Brands like Amaron, Exide, and Luminous offer reliable and high-quality options to suit various needs and budgets. Consider your car's specifications, your budget, and the brand's reputation when making your decision.

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The Rise Of Zero Turn Mowers: A Revolution In Lawn Care

(Source – Bobcat Company)

In the world of lawn maintenance, the advent of Zero Turn Mowers (ZTRs) has revolutionized how homeowners and professionals approach the task of mowing. Known for their exceptional maneuverability and efficiency, zero-turn mowers have become a popular choice for those looking to achieve a pristine lawn with minimal effort. Zero Turn Mowers (ZTRs) explores the features, advantages, applications, and considerations involved in choosing a zero-turn mower.

What are Zero Turn Mowers?

ZTR is a type of riding lawn mower designed for maximum maneuverability. Unlike traditional lawn tractors, ZTRs are characterized by their unique steering mechanism, which allows the mower to pivot 180 degrees on its own axis, effectively providing a turning radius of zero inches. This capability is achieved through individual wheel motors that can rotate each wheel independently.

Key Features of Zero Turn Mowers

Steering Mechanism: The defining feature of ZTRs is their steering system. Instead of a traditional steering wheel, ZTRs use lap bars or levers. Each lever controls the rotation and speed of the wheels on its respective side, allowing for precise control and tight turns.

Deck Size and Cutting Width: ZTR comes with various deck sizes, typically ranging from 42 to 72 inches. The deck size determines the cutting width, impacting how much lawn can be mowed in a single pass. Larger decks are suitable for expansive lawns, while smaller decks are better for intricate landscapes.

Engine Power: Zero-turn mowers are equipped with powerful engines, often ranging from 15 to 30 horsepower or more. This power enables them to handle challenging terrains and thick grass with ease.

Comfort and Ergonomics: Many modern ZTRs come with comfortable seating, ergonomic controls, and suspension systems to reduce operator fatigue during extended use.

Advantages of Zero Turn Mowers

Exceptional Maneuverability

The standout advantage of Zero Turn Mowers is their unparalleled maneuverability. The ability to make zero-degree turns means that ZTRs can navigate around obstacles such as trees, flower beds, and garden furniture with ease. This precision reduces the need for additional trimming and ensures a uniform cut across the lawn.

Time Efficiency

Zero-turn mowers are designed for speed and efficiency. Their ability to turn on a dime and high cutting speeds significantly reduce mowing time. This makes ZTRs an ideal choice for large properties, commercial landscaping, and anyone looking to minimize the time spent on lawn maintenance.

Superior Cutting Performance

The powerful engines and large cutting decks of ZTRs enable them to handle a variety of grass types and mowing conditions. Whether dealing with thick, tall grass or maintaining a perfectly manicured lawn, zero-turn mowers deliver consistent and high-quality results.

Enhanced Operator Comfort

Modern ZTRs are built with the operator’s comfort in mind. Features such as adjustable seats, ergonomic controls, and vibration-reducing designs make mowing a more pleasant experience. Some high-end models even offer air-conditioned cabins and advanced suspension systems for added comfort.

Applications of Zero Turn Mowers

Residential Use

Homeowners with large lawns can benefit greatly from the efficiency and ease of use provided by zero turn mowers. The ability to maneuver around landscape features effortlessly and reduce mowing time makes ZTRs a valuable addition to any home with significant lawn space.

Commercial Landscaping

For professional landscapers, ZTR is an essential tool. The speed and precision of ZTRs enable landscapers to service multiple properties quickly and maintain a high standard of lawn care. This efficiency translates to increased productivity and profitability.

Public Parks and Grounds Maintenance

Municipalities and organizations responsible for maintaining public parks, sports fields, and large grounds find zero-turn mowers invaluable. The capability to cover vast areas swiftly and navigate around public amenities ensures that these spaces remain well-maintained and aesthetically pleasing.

Considerations When Choosing a Zero-Turn Mower

Lawn Size and Terrain

The size and terrain of your lawn are crucial factors when selecting a zero-turn mower. Larger lawns with open spaces benefit from wider cutting decks, while smaller or more intricate landscapes may require a more compact mower. Additionally, consider the terrain—hilly or uneven areas might need a ZTR with higher horsepower and a robust suspension system.

Budget

Zero-turn mowers come in a wide range of prices, from entry-level models to high-end commercial units. Determine your budget and evaluate which features are essential for your needs. While more expensive models offer advanced features and greater durability, there are also affordable options that provide excellent performance for residential use.

Engine Power and Performance

The engine power of a zero-turn mower directly impacts its performance. For residential use on relatively flat terrain, a mower with 15 to 20 horsepower may suffice. However, for commercial use or properties with challenging terrain, opt for a mower with 25 horsepower or more to ensure it can handle the workload.

Maintenance and Durability

Consider the maintenance requirements and durability of the mower. Commercial-grade mowers are built to withstand heavy use and have more robust components, while residential models may require more frequent maintenance. Look for features such as easy-access maintenance points and durable construction materials.

The Future of Zero Turn Mowers

As technology advances, zero-turn mowers continue to evolve with new innovations aimed at improving efficiency, comfort, and environmental impact. Emerging trends include the integration of electric and hybrid engines, offering quieter operation and reduced emissions. Autonomous mowing technology is also on the horizon, with some manufacturers developing self-driving ZTRs that use GPS and sensors to navigate and mow lawns autonomously.

Moreover, smart technology is making its way into lawn care, with ZTRs equipped with IoT (Internet of Things) capabilities for remote monitoring and diagnostics. This allows users to track performance, schedule maintenance, and receive alerts on potential issues, further enhancing the convenience and reliability of zero-turn mowers.

Conclusion

Zero Turn Mowers have undoubtedly transformed the landscape of lawn care, offering unmatched maneuverability, speed, and cutting performance. Whether for residential use, commercial landscaping, or public grounds maintenance, ZTRs provide a versatile and efficient solution for maintaining beautiful lawns. As technology continues to advance, we can expect even more innovative features and improvements, making ZTR an indispensable tool in the quest for pristine, well-manicured lawns.

[somethingsmokes]

Myle V5 Meta Device

Myle V5 Meta Device Description:

Introducing the cutting-edge New Myle v5 Meta devices, now available in the UAE. This innovative device is designed to enhance your vaping experience with its advanced features. The LCD digital screen provides clear visibility of important information, while the puffs count tracker allows you to monitor and manage your usage effectively. With a powerful 380mAh battery and a convenient life indicator, you can enjoy extended vaping sessions with confidence. The magnetic attachment ensures a secure connection, while the vibration upon connection feature provides a tactile feedback for added assurance.

Myle v5 Pod System device Specification:

LCD Screen: LCD digital Screen

Tracker: Puffs count tracker

Battery : 380mAh Battery with life indicator

Magnetic Attachment

Vibration Upon Connection

Type C Charger

Rechargeable: Yes

Social Media link:

Linkdin

Pinterest

Tumblr

Facebook

Twitter

YouTube

About Us

Professional

Each market has products suitable for each market, so our products are very different from small to big puff. The appearance is also very different, which meets the needs of customers in the global market. All our batteries use pure cobalt cells. We offer high quality, reasonable prices, and professional service.

Cost-effective

We not only provide the highest quality products but also help you save money.

Quality Guaranteed

We take responsibility for everything we sell, we only offer high-quality products.

Fast and safe shipping

 We facilitate shipping with a few different shipping companies. The shipping companies we work with have long-term experience in the shipping industry and can always offer us the most cost-effective shipping solution for our customers from different countries. Providing safe and fast shipping is always one of our advantages.

Mature After-Sale Service

Long time warranty time. Fast response to defective or broken products.

Quality assurance

Every production process has a special person to test to ensure quality.

Have professional engineers check the quality.

All products have passed CE, FCC, ROHS, and other certifications.

*WARNING: This product contains nicotine. Nicotine is an addictive chemical.

IMPORTANT SAFEGUARD

Please keep out of the reach of children and pets.

DO NOT use the leaking battery or other exception (hot, deformed, etc.)

This product contains microelectronic components and sensors, which should avoid impact.

Ques. Is any Myle v5 Meta Pod System device Shop In Dubai?

Ans. Yes, Vap Shop AE is the Best shop for Myle v5 Meta devices near you.

Vaporesso Zero 2 Pod System buy in Dubai, UAE, Emirate Mall, Dubai Mall, Marina Mall, Downtown, City Walk, Marina, Jumeirah, Palm Jumeirah, Bluewaters, AL Barsha.

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Subzero Appliance Repair in Orange County: Pro Tips for Longevity

Welcome to our comprehensive guide on maintaining and extending the lifespan of your Subzero appliances in Orange County. Choosing Subzero reflects a commitment to quality and cutting-edge technology. In this post, we'll provide expert tips to help you care for your Subzero appliances and ensure they stand the test of time.

Why Subzero Appliances?

Subzero appliances are renowned for their quality and cutting-edge technology. Understanding why you chose Subzero sets the stage for effective maintenance.

Common Maintenance Challenges

Discover the common issues Subzero appliance owners face and how proactive maintenance can address these challenges. We'll guide you through potential problems and their solutions.

DIY Maintenance for Subzero Appliances

Learn step-by-step instructions for DIY maintenance to keep your appliances running smoothly. From cleaning to basic troubleshooting, empower yourself to handle minor issues.

When to Call Sub-Zero Repair Pros of Orange County

Recognizing the signs that indicate it's time to bring in a professional can save you from potential headaches. At Sub-Zero Repair Pros of Orange County, we understand the unique intricacies of Subzero appliances. Here are scenarios where it's best to rely on our expertise:

Unusual Noises or Vibrations:

If your Subzero appliance starts making strange noises or vibrating excessively, it's a clear sign that something is amiss. Our technicians at Sub-Zero Repair Pros of Orange County can diagnose and address the issue promptly.

Inconsistent Temperatures:

Fluctuating temperatures in your refrigerator or freezer can lead to spoiled food. Our skilled technicians can assess and resolve temperature regulation issues, ensuring your appliances function as they should.

Leaking Water:

Your kitchen may sustain serious damage as a result of water leaks. If you notice water pooling around your Subzero appliance, it's crucial to contact Sub-Zero Repair Pros of Orange County for a thorough inspection and repair.

Faulty Seals and Gaskets:

Damaged or worn-out seals and gaskets compromise the efficiency of your Subzero appliances. Our experts specialize in repairing and replacing these components to maintain optimal performance.

Error Codes or Malfunctions:

Modern Subzero appliances often come with advanced technology that may display error codes. If you encounter these codes or experience malfunctions, Sub-Zero Repair Pros of Orange County can interpret and address the issues effectively.

By entrusting your Subzero appliance repairs to Sub-Zero Repair Pros of Orange County, you benefit from our specialized knowledge, genuine Subzero parts, and a commitment to excellence. Don't hesitate to reach out when you encounter issues beyond DIY solutions.

The Impact of Regular Maintenance on Longevity

Understand how regular maintenance positively affects the lifespan of your Subzero appliances. We'll explore the cost-effectiveness and benefits of proactive care.

Exclusive Subzero Features

Highlight unique features that make Subzero appliances stand out. Learn how these innovations contribute to the overall durability and performance of your appliances.

Customer Stories from Orange County

Read real stories from Orange County residents who have experienced the benefits of Subzero appliance repair services. Discover firsthand how professional maintenance has enhanced their kitchen experience.

Conclusion

In conclusion, taking care of your Subzero appliances in Orange County involves a combination of DIY maintenance and knowing when to seek professional help. By following our expert tips, you can enjoy the longevity and optimal performance that Subzero appliances are known for.

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Remcor technology is a global supplier for the turnkey fiber laser cutting lines, which have around 18 years experiences, 5000 sets installations globally. No matter what type what size and how thickness your sheet material is, we can provide you the suitable equipment. Pipe Fiber laser cutting machine mainly been applied in metal pipes and tubes fabrications, with the character of fast speed, high precision or accuracy, environmental friendly, low power consumption, low table cost, and low maintenance cost. which is widely applied in fast cutting metal pipes of steel, stainless steel, carbon steel, aluminum, copper, galvanized steel, titanium alloy, gold, silver and other material. OEM ODM services are available.

Heavy Duty bed, apply the fully plate welding bed, with higher rigidity and durable use.

Compared with two chuck clamping or traditional metal pipes cutter. Three chucks equipment can realize the real zero tailing .processing details as the following descriptio.

More flexible for pipe cutting processing especially for extra heavy duty pipes or tubes, less swing or shake.Perfect accuracy and precision.

Heavy duty type load longer tailing material avaliable.

Apollo AK Two-chuck Tube Laser Cutting Machine 1000w-6000w Parameter Details

APOLLO BK SERIES-3 Chucks

Type

6020-BK

7025-BK

9025-BK

9034-BK

Power Range

1500-6000W

Chuck Structure

3 chucks

Tube Size

Round Type: 15-200mm Square

Round Type:15- 245mm

Round Type:15- 245mm Square

Round Type:15- 330mm Square

Type:15- 140mm

Square Type:15- 175mm

Type:15- 175mm

Type:15- 230mm

Positioning accuracy of X& Y

土0.05mm/m

Max Positioning speed X&Y

100m/min

80m/min

Max cutting length

6000mm

7000mm

9000mm

9000mm

Tail length

2 0mm

Max weight single tube

135KG

260KG

260KG

500KG

Max loading length

6000mm

7000mm

9000mm

9000mm

Fully Annealed Table

The bed body adapts the segmented rectangular tube welding bed with fully annealed treatment at over 600⁰. After tempering, the strength, rigidity and stability are guaranteed, the precision would be tested and debugged which can make sure the precision can be maintained for a long time. The table is equipped with automatic lubrication device, which ensure the moving parts operate in good condition and improve the service life of guide rails, gears and rack.

Follower Support

The follower support device will be optional. The follower support is mainly to assist in controlling the excessive deformation of cutting longer pipes (pipes with smaller diameter), and the servo motor drives the up and down movement of the pallet assembly. When the chuck moves to the corresponding position, the auxiliary support automatically drops for avoidance.

Smart Auto Focus Laser Head

Standard auto focus function, no need focus adjustment while changing sheet; Automatic tracking and accurately adjusting the focus according to the material thickness to ensure the best cutting effect of the whole board. Shorter perforation time, better perforation quality, high-speed cutting, saving time.

Intelligent CNC Operating System

It simplifies complex CNC machine operation and integrates CAD, Nest and CAM modules in one. From drawing, nesting to workpiece cutting all can be finished by a few clicks on big IPAD Screen. Realize the intelligent diagnosis, multi-threading operation, three-level perforation, laser energy control, adaptive edge-finding, automatic corner acceleration and deceleration, flight cutting, switching worktables, mechanical accuracy compensation etc.

Pneumatic Clamp Chucks

Pneumatic clamp design on both sides. The dual-chucks help reduce tube vibration to a minimum, guaranteeing high accuracy in even complex tube configurations at high cutting speed. Suitable for cutting a range of tube diameters from Ø20 mm to Ø220 mm and various wall thicknesses.

Front chuck

tube laser cutting machine front chuck

Back chuck

tube laser cutting machine back chuck

Fractional Automatic Support Technology

Applies the intelligent tube support design, which can solve the deformation problems in the process of long tube cutting.

Equipped with two sets of variable-diameter support structures, which are automatically lifted by the cylinder to avoid the rear chuck in processing. When processing profiles with different diameters, manually turn the variable-diameter wheels to achieve fit and support for different-sized profiles. The variable-diameter wheels It can be supported every two degrees of rotation to reduce the diameter of the circumscribed circular tube by 2mm

[sanguinesorcery]

It wasn't difficult to tell when Ganondorf was actually in the building. If the recruited staff wasn't running to try to avoid his path, it was the sound of him. Fariah didn't need to see the Aeroglaive reacting to know that. An ear twitched every time he made a noise which, as it happened, was a lot of the time.

She did note when the dyne of the weapon's vibrations changed. A shift in tone only she could hear, it shifted downward half an octave before resuming its usual tones. Magic was present, although it was such a brief tick she wondered if she should be worried at all. Best to be on guard, she decided, though it didn't show in her face or her body or her actions.

Calm as ever, she focused on zeroing in on the King's progression and even when he entered the room in rare form, continued to sip at the teacup in her hand after offering a casual bow in his direction of just her head before once more regarding the small stack of papers laid in front of her. She would have to go through them once she was done with her break, another note added to the to-do list. Right after she entertained her host.

Her attention shifted up from the table and toward Ganondorf now, setting the cup on its saucer on the table. "That is intentional. Misdirection is the best tactic in case of emergency. That and the war table in the library is much too small for my liking, and there is not one in the archives adjacent."

Although she had leveled those gilded eyes into his to push for the honest sincerity of her location, she couldn't help but begin to feel the pull of her tightly decorated mane frizzing against its pins. Was this a subtle flex of his authority? She was usually able to read political ploys, but this monolith of a man had little in that and it made him hard to read from that setting. Perhaps I should start speaking brute...

"I assure you the delegation party should be in the courtyard, where they always are during these events. The only one in the main structure besides myself is my assistant in the library."

A small point against how her detail was running around but that did beg the question that her Regent was strangely absent from both the courtyard and his Empress' side. She was so used to the gangly Sidhe being right next to her that she had forgotten he wasn't and was instead combing the castle innards on his own special task as given him by his undisputed ruler.

A task that drew her attention in only mild surprise shortly after those reassurances were made.

Her gaze caught the glint first out of the corner of it and her head was soon to follow its trajectory to spy that same symbol that plagued the absent Markesh even now. An ear ticked in the direction of the service hall that lead to the kitchen, a door very softly closing. The maid who had been requested to keep her cup and plate full had felt the tension and decided to make herself scarce. Fariah could not blame the girl, honestly. It was almost so thick it could be cut.

"...What is it."

It wasn't a question. There was no delicate framing of a question. There was no attempt to dance around the subject anymore. Ganondorf was slowly making it very clear he was growing tired of talking and becoming impatient everywhere else. Perhaps she should start speaking brute.

Elegance was dropped in all but posturing as she focused on his hand, eloquence failing for straight-forward punctual sentences. Not the flowery flowing words of a trained politician anymore, her tone had shifted to be hard and demanding. Markesh had not yet arrived with any word on an answer, so she was going straight to the source.

"I have seen it twice now. What is it."

Their honoring of him was surely something he could get used to. Even if it was surface level after all. Odd how he agreed to wait but was now regretting that decision. This was beginning to make him go stir-crazy. The Gorons were right. There! Why did she need to do reading if she were accompanying someone who at least knew of them??

That was the anger talking. Logically, if she needed to negotiate for her workers, miners, however they would be described then it made sense she would need to understand those on the other side. Unfortunately, this may not be decided at a table like they gathered around today. The Goron people prided strength above all, thusly some form of combat was most likely. It only made sense. They wouldn't know until they got there and truly that was what was getting to him. The blabber was ultimately boring to him and waiting superseded that greatly. For a moment Ganondorf was absolutely fuming with loose bits of his malefic energy radiating from the head & shoulders.

It ceased when he caught himself stomping with his nerves rather than to just walk. He'd poked his head into various rooms in search of that Empress so that he may assess her progress. Not to rush of course. Cramming was a "delicate" process after all. Perhaps he should study as well before their next official meeting just so that he may come off as somewhat prepared. Their perception didn't matter on a personal level but if he is to be an ally to them then that should change.

The library was the most likely place to have her. Nothing. Next he tried the same room they met in. Nada. Her people were everywhere and yet she was the most elusive piece! Just like a ruler after all, your influence is felt far more than you are seen. Another note to add to the folds of his brain. It wasn't the walking making him hungry but the time since his last meal... and perhaps that, like the insignia upon his hand, was fate. It drew him to the dining hall.

There she is! For a moment, he grinned.

"Hmph! You're a hard woman to find, you know that Empress?" Trial and error were an old friend. He didn't have as much room to be this way anymore. "My steed is healthy and raring to make the trip to Death Mountain." Was that his own push to make the trip? Not at all. Since he'd nearly made it anyway. "I see you've made good use of the library. That you're not in." As light a jab as he could make, in light of his waning patience over searching for her. The light from his triforce had intensified this time though. He wasn't utilizing magic, nor was he overly angry about any of the circumstances... so, naturally the question was why? She must possess some sort of artifact herself that keeps setting it off.

"I've only come to see how it's proceeding on your end. Of course, we leave in the morning. I'm happy to see you've gotten comfortable. As have all your detail."

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #25: Worst Case Scenario

Prompt: wish | Master Post | On AO3

Smut the other day, then fluff yesterday, then angst today. Part of a balanced fic diet!

Contains references to my version of the events of the Battle of Rhalgr’s Reach, covered in “Fatigue” from last year’s FFXIV Write plus the ask fics “Haze” and “Bowed, Bent, but Unbroken.”

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Lucia did not bother to knock before entering the Seat of the Lord Commander. Ser Aymeric did not have any meetings scheduled for the day, anyway, more concerned with the logistical nightmare that would be transporting dragonkillers and bertha cannons from Coerthas to the Gyr Abanian border as part of the Ishgardian contribution to—hopefully—Ala Mhigo’s eventual liberation. And he would not be pleased if the news that had just arrived was delayed being in relayed to him.

…Not that he would be pleased with this news anyway.

Handeloup, Halone bless him, was already clearing the halls.

Ser Aymeric looked up from one of the reports in front of him, brow furrowed. “Lucia,” he said in surprise, “what news?”

She came to a halt in front of his desk, automatically falling into the comfort of standing at ease. The temptation to simply hand over the written report was extraordinary; she did not want to speak these words. But that would be cowardice and, more importantly, she was a better friend than that.

“Ser,” she said, grim and unable to entirely hide her worry, “we’ve received word of an Imperial ambush on the Ala Mhigan Resistance cell at Rhalgr’s Reach, which occurred roughly two bells ago.”

It was a curious sensation to have the full weight of Aymeric de Borel’s attention upon oneself. The pale blue of his eyes seemed to sharpen to ice, lending him the heavy, almost eerie air that was similar to those that blanketed the oldest statues of Halonic saints. With him, it was never judgmental; most of the time, that weight felt anticipatory, even encouraging.

Today, she couldn’t tell what that weight was, and it set her nerves on edge.

Lucia drew on years of Frumentarium training to keep her voice level as she said, “General Aldynn and a deployment from the Immortal Flames have already arrived at the Reach from Castrum Oriens to reinforce the defenses, supplemented by conjurers from the Order of the Twin Adder under the direct command of Kan-E-Senna.”

The stillness that settled on the Lord Commander at that detail made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

“The Imperial forces were apparently being led by Viceroy Zenos yae Galvus himself,” she continued, “though he and his forces quit the field despite the being assured of victory.”

“Being assured of—” Aymeric cut himself off before he could finish, incredulity lacing those few words regardless. “What are the casualties?”

“Unknown, but high,” she said. Despite her best efforts, she could stop the slight waver to her voice as she finished: “As of the report delivered ten minutes ago, however, members of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn were still in surgery, including Y’shtola Rhul, Rereha Reha…and Synnove Greywolfe.”

Aymeric’s face went slack with shock, and somehow that was worse than the expressionless politician’s mask. He stared at her for long, terrible heartbeats, dread rising in his eyes. And then he was out of his chair, rounding his desk, voice frantic as he said, “If there’s anything scheduled, cancel it, cancel it now, I’m leaving you in charge—”

Lucia caught him by the arm before he could escape, and she had to dig in her heels to keep from being pulled off her feet. Aymeric swung around to stare at her, wild-eyed, halfway to feral.

“Ser, I cannot allow you to leave,” Lucia said, firming her tone despite her own fears about her friends. She spoke slowly and clearly, because right now Aymeric was neither the cool under pressure Lord Commander of the Temple Knights nor the silver-tongued Lord Speaker of the House of Lords of the Ishgardian Parliament, but a man about to lose his mind to terror. “General Aldynn is at the Reach. The Elder Seedseer is at the Reach. If you went, that puts three Eorzean Alliance leaders, two of them heads of state, in one location in enemy territory. There is zero chance the imperials don’t have spies on the location now and there is no telling that Galvus may suddenly decide to finish the job he began in sacking the Reach.

“You cannot go.”

There was a familiar, though rarely seen, emotion that bled into Aymeric’s eyes as she spoke. She hadn’t even seen it when the truth of the Dragonsong War had become known to them.

Rage.

Later, she wouldn’t remember leaving the office. She would vaguely recall the empty halls and stairwell, and Handeloup joining her to flank Aymeric on his other side. She would recall opening the doors to one of the training salles—blessedly empty—and essentially shoving the Lord Commander inside before slamming the doors shut behind him, locking them, and settling into a guard position in front of them.

First and Second Commander exchanged worried, weary looks at the sound of splintering wood echoed from the salle.

“I’ll send a runner as soon as we receive better news,” Handeloup said. “I’ll tell the kitchens to prep something simple for him. And tea. Lots of tea.”

“Pray, too, that the healers will agree to move the Warriors of Light to Castrum Oriens within the next few days,” Lucia sighed. “I’m not sure how long we can use logic against him before instinct wins out.”

A crash rang out.

Handeloup grimaced and, with a half-hearted salute, returned to his duties.

A bell later, the sounds of destruction from inside the salle had tapered away, and Lucia was considering checking on her friend when one of the squires ran up, a folded parchment in his hand. She was holding out her hand before the lass was even halfway down the hall, and the squire handed it over with a wheeze, bending over to brace herself on her knees and catch her breath as Lucia unfolded the note.

Her own breath left her in a heavy exhale, relief washing through her like a soothing wave. “Thank you,” she said to the squire. “Please tell Ser Handeloup to have a tea service sent up to the Lord Commander’s private quarters.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the squire said, pushing herself upright and saluting. Then she was off down at the hall again, though not sprinting at full tilt as she was earlier.

Lucia unlocked the salle and gingerly pushed the right door open. She peered in cautiously; the room looked worse for wear, every training dummy little more than kindling, the archery targets (and parts of the wall) bristling with arrows.

In the center of the room, Aymeric sat cross-legged, head in his hands, Naegling next to him on the floor on his left and his favorite monstrous yew longbow, the string snapped, on his right. He had taken off the heavy pauldrons and surcoat of the Lord Commander’s attire, leaving him in his gambeson, and his breathing was even. The worst, it had seemed, had passed. For now.

Lucia walked up to him slowly, deliberately treading heavily, and crouched next to him. “Update from the Flames,” she said quietly, though in the utter silence of the salle, her voice seemed to echo. “Y’shtola and Rereha are still in surgery but expected to make it, though not without serious recovery. Synnove is out, however. Healer’s prediction is she’ll make a full recovery, but she suffered both heavy blood loss and aethershock.”

Aymeric sighed, low and almost groaning. “Thank you, Lucia,” he said. His voice was hoarse, though she hadn’t heard any sound at him from all as he spent his rage and frustration. “And I apologize for…this.” The last word was said with a gesture encompassing both himself and the room.

She wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and her friend slumped against her with another sigh. “No apologies are necessary,” she said, “though I can’t speak for the quartermaster.”

Despite himself, Aymeric managed a half-hearted laugh.

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Four days later, Lucia accompanied Aymeric to Castrum Oriens. They both wore nondescript clothing, in the style of the many adventurers offering their services to the Alliance and spreading out into Gyr Abania to the villages and Resistance cells, and she walked at his side rather behind and to his left as was the usual for the First Commander. They were met by one of the Temple Knights keeping a lookout for them, and were quickly ushered to the infirmary where the injured Scions had been moved to from Rhalgr’s Reach.

Lucia checked in on Dancing Heron and Alakhai first. Both were conscious, and Heron even allowed to walk around, though both had rib injuries that necessitated she be exceedingly careful with her hugs for them (and the ones from Hilda). Poor Alakhai looked especially miserable with most of her left side covered in plaster casts, but she had a comfortable blanket in the form of Tyr, purring so aggressively that Alakhai and the cot vibrated.

Rereha was asleep when Lucia poked her head into her room. The lalafell’s dark brown skin had a pallid cast and her pink hair was dull and limp, but she would keep her bow arm. Galette was curled around Rereha’s head, purring softer but no less aggressively than her brother, and chirped a quiet hello at seeing her.

Finally, Lucia came to Synnove’s room. Unsurprisingly, Aymeric had gone there straightaway, and when she arrived, the man was sitting as close as possible to Synnove’s bedside, holding her hand so that he could press his lips against her knuckles as his lover slept. Ivar was curled up on Synnove’s feet, but he raised his head as Lucia came into the room and, like his sister, chirped hello.

Lucia gave his ears a scratch before going to stand beside Aymeric, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. He sighed deeply and murmured, “We put so much on them and expect even more, and then to see them laid low…”

“They well knew the risks of the adventurers’ path,” she said softly, “and it speaks of their courage and conviction that they have never faltered, even when the path forward is difficult. They will get through this, with the help of each other, and us, and all the rest of their friends.”

Aymeric sighed again, nodding, and brought Synnove’s hand down to hold over his heart, lacing his fingers through hers. “Still,” he said, “I look forward to the day when they can simply…rest, and be.”

Lucia hummed in agreement.

[novantinuum]

Contact (ch. 1/4)

Fandom: Steven Universe

Rating: T (TW: depiction of vomiting, this first chapter is pretty whump-esque)

Words: 3.0K~

Summary: The first (and with any luck, only) time it happens, he’s almost 16.

So this fic is Steven and Amethyst centric, set during the 2 year time skip. It’s also kinda in conversation with An Indirect Kiss, and explores the idea of what could happen to a hybrid with a cracked gem. Do note the warnings above. The first chapter is the only one that’s especially whumpy. It will be exactly 4 parts.

AO3 link can be found in the reblogs! Support there or here (via reblogs) is very much appreciated! <3

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Chapter 1: The Mission

The first (and with any luck, only) time it happens, he’s almost 16.

His birthday’s only half a week out. Exciting as always, or at least it would be in other circumstances. Unfortunately, the Diamonds are breathing down his neck for him to celebrate his sweet sixteen (not that they understand what that is) on Homeworld. Even unfortunatelier, (is that a word?? He has a gut feeling Connie would tell him no, but oh well), the last time he saw Blue Diamond face-to-face, she mentioned wanting to personally throw a huge planet-wide ball in his honor.

And yeah, maybe he’s a little selfish for spurning their desire to spend more time with him, but truth be told, the center of attention is the last place he wants to be right now. He’s already spent so much time in their company over the past year, being carted around from planet to planet, formerly introduced in front of thousands of Gems on those outer colony worlds, tirelessly working to spread the news of the empire’s dissolution day in and day out. He’s tired. He misses his friends. He craves the privacy of his home, where he’s not constantly flanked by the volunteer guard when he so much as moves to fetch a midnight snack. More than anything, he needs familiarity. He wants to celebrate his birthday on Earth— like he always has— guilt-free.

Which is why it sucks that Blue didn’t take his gentle turn-down well.

“Seriously, and then she made you cry again?!” Amethyst spits out, kicking a rock as they tromp through the dense woods. “I thought you said she was getting better with that!”

“She is,” he says, and ducks to clear a low branch. “This is the first time she’s done it in like, five months. Growth isn’t always linear, y’know? And I get it, I do. They just wanna spend time with me, wanna learn more about all the human stuff that makes me who I am. That’s fine! I just...”

Steven sighs softly and pauses to lean against a sturdy tree trunk, puffy moss coating its entire diameter. The blistering summer heat coaxes droplets of sweat from his brow, which roll across cheekbones and towards his jaw. (And in the wake of this, he can’t help but be reminded of that bizarrely foreign feeling, of crying tears that aren’t his own, without consent, without resolve...)

“Wish it didn’t happen right before your birthday?” she tentatively completes, tone softer.

He shrugs, expression guarded.

Her lips purse as she regards him, and she goes silent. For a split second he wonders if maybe she heard something stalking around nearby— perhaps one of the straggling corrupted Gems they‘re trying to track down today? But no, more than likely, she’s probably lost in thought. That’s not uncommon for her, outside the heat of the moment. Even though she has the reputation of being the most impulsive of the four of them, there’s a clear deliberateness about her nature that often goes unstated. Her actions and words may be blunt, but when it really matters she does stack a lot of intent behind them.

Heh. She’s the mature one, alright.

“What did you tell her? Specifically?” she asks after a brief pause, peering at him with a careful eye.

He squints, grasping to remember the fine details of what he said. “Just... that I normally spend my birthday with all of you here on Earth, and after all the nonstop planet touring kinda, maybe wanted to take some time alone?”

Amethyst nods, giving a sharp bark of laughter at this.

“Hah! Then don’t worry about it, m’dude! Sounds to me like you stood your ground and spoke your mind. Don’t be guilty about that for even a second.”

“But- it’s not like her wanting me to spend time with them is wrong, so by turning her down, wasn’t I being kinda ru—“

His rapidly spiraling thoughts are cut off at the root by a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Okay, listen,” she says in that unmistakable ‘Serious Amethyst’ voice of hers, which of course means that she’s— well... that she‘s absolutely 100% being serious. “One thing ya’ gotta learn is that some people are just super tiring to deal with 24/7. It’s not wrong to set boundaries with them. All this junk? With Blue D? Far as I’m concerned, you handled it perfectly! And if she wants to cry about it, then that’s her problem.” Smiling, she reaches over to playfully muss his hair. “I’m super proud of you, ‘kay?”

He responds with a weak grin. Inwardly he still has his doubts, but he knows all too well that trying to argue against her when she’s in ‘Serious Amethyst’ mode is like standing on the shore trying to single handedly hold back the tides of the sea. Even a powerful terraforming Gem like Lapis would eventually be worn down by the ocean’s ceaseless tenacity. It’s best, then, to keep one’s objection silent.

So he’ll just stew in guilt quietly, no problem. Absolutely no problem here, no siree!

Before he can let that stew churn in the pot any longer however, a tree crashes to the forest floor with a colossal rumble nearby. A cluster of unsettled birds shoot into the sky from the boughs. Ground shaking under the unrest, the two of them dart to cling upon anything they can— bark covered trunks, each other— for balance. Thankfully it’s over in a few seconds, the local ecosystem quickly rebounding to its usual chittering atmosphere. But there’s now a lingering unease hanging like a curtain over this forest, a physical aura of dread, and despite his best efforts it’s one he can’t manage to ignore. He lets out a still breath. The back of his neck prickles. Geeze, just how big is this corrupted Gem they’re after?

Instinctively, he summons his shield, brings it in front of his torso. Pearl’s training echoing like a catchy earworm in his mind, he steps one foot back to widen his stance. Truth be told, with all of his political service on Homeworld it’s been a while (easily half a year!) since he’s actually used his shield in active combat— but he’s sure muscle memory will carry him through. It’s fine. He’ll be fine. It’s gotta be like riding a bicycle, right?

“You see something?” she whispers, lowering on her haunches. Her fingers twitch with anticipation at her side.

His brow furrows tight, eyes skittering through the visible tree line. “Not yet, but...”

Then, in a resolute answer to the question of the hairs raised at the nape of his neck, a skinny blur of steely blue and moss green suddenly swipes down from the branches at breakneck speed. He jerks his shield over his head in a flash.

Clang. Perfect timing.

(The force of the collision against reinforced hard light sends vibrations up his arms.)

Meanwhile, Amethyst yelps, only barely ducking from the spiked tail in time. She somersaults forward and immediately summons her whip as she regains her footing. In one fluid motion she snaps it at the rapidly moving blur. He grins at the sight.

Contact!

The corrupted Gem— her body long and willowy, able to skitter between limbs and leaves with zero effort whatsoever— screeches at the assault. All four of her beady eyes hone in on the pair of them.

They square up for battle, standing back to back.

“Here we go,” Amethyst says, flicking her wrist to switch the weapon’s tri-ended tip into its spiked counterpart. “Keep me covered. Whatever you do, don’t take your eyes off the trees.”

With a mighty yell, she moves to attack again. However, the creature anticipates it this time... and dodges.

Once. Twice. Thrice...

Every single lash she tries to land fares the same, with the Gem perfectly zig-zagging out of range at the last second. Even when Steven hurls his shield in coordination with her offensive strikes. Even when the quartz brings out a second whip to the party. It’s like trying to desperately keep hold of a wet bar of soap. The very moment you think you have it secure in your grasp, it slips away once more. Weird... he swears that thing is predicting their every move. What kind of Gem is she? A sapphire, maybe? Surely there had to have been a few other sapphires on Earth at the time of corruption. They’re a rare sort, but it’s certainly not impossible. Not at all.

They’ll know when they poof her, of course. No sense fixating on it in the heat of battle.

In the corner of his eye he catches that barbed tail swing from above, vying to surprise them from their blind spot, and summons his bubble around them. Its surface ripples upon impact, but holds strong. His fellow battle partner follows the creature’s erratic movements rapturously as she recovers.

“Tell me when,” he huffs for breath, watching the Gem circle around them and slash at the surrounding trees in a vain attempt at intimidation.

“Drop on three,” she says. “Your call.”

“Okay...”

Steven steels his nerves, inhaling deep, and focusing on the reliable hum of hard light running from his core outwards. Just relax. It’s all training. All stuff you’ve done a million times before. You’ve got this.

Working off the emerging rhythm of the creature’s strikes, he begins his count.

“One—“

Amethyst’s fists clench tighter.

“Two...”

The creature’s tail slams against the bubble and rebounds once again.

“Three!” he shouts, and throws his arms out, popping the bubble in a startling explosion of glittering pink.

The Gem howls. She’s thrown against a cluster of trees by the force of his magic’s kickback. Amethyst throws all of her energy into her spin-dash, and surges towards her with all the strength of a typhoon.

He summons two shields in turn, working light on his feet as he hurls them full force one after the other, desperately hoping to poof this poor creature as quickly and painlessly as he can manage. She’s strong, though. Incredibly strong— which gives more credence to his theory of this Gem being aristocratic in origin. Before Era 3, Homeworld used to endow the most ‘important’ Gems with greater durability. If she were a corrupted quartz or ruby, both easily poofed Gems, they’d have finished the fight by now.

“Hey!” Amethyst calls as she continues on the offensive, finally looping the Gem’s torso. “All this?” She gives a mighty battle cry, and swings her slender, scaly body over her head. Screeching, the corruption crashes headfirst into the dirt a good twenty feet away. “Is starting to get way too annoying. Ya’ wanna let Smoky take this one?”

Steven gives a playful laugh, averting his normally watchful gaze from the creature for a split second to face her. “You bet I do!”

And that’s when what should have been an incredibly straightforward mission goes very, very wrong.

All because he forgot to be careful. For one tiny, should’ve-been-insignificant moment.

He’s reaching out for a high five, fingers splayed outwards. His gem glows, the two of them so intrinsically in sync by now that he’s already anticipating their fusion.

But his hand never finds its match.

Instead, the end of the corrupted Gem’s mace-like tail swings back around and slams into his gut with the force of a freight train, knocking the wind clear out of him.

Contact.

Following momentum, his body spins a good hundred feet away from Amethyst before she can ever try to catch him with her whip... and he crashes headfirst into a startlingly solid tree trunk. He falls to the forest floor like nothing more than an abandoned rag doll.

“Steven!!” she shrieks from afar.

Ears ringing. Head pounding. Heart throbbing. Veins pumped full of static.

(Inhale.)

H-he- surely he‘s not—!

(Just inhale!)

Black feathers the edges of his vision, looming like a reaper. It’s wrong. It’s real, but it’s all so distant, so wrong. Stubbornly, he gasps for breath. Refusing to let himself go unconscious. Not here, not now. But it’s so tempting, gosh is it tempting. His whole body feels numb and battered, his whole body feels...

There’s a twisting in his gut. His eyes shoot wide.

Oh...

The sensation (again, wrong, sickly and wrong) rises in his throat faster than he can identify it by name, and it’s then that he’s thrown back into sobering reality. Arms quivering to hold up his weight, he pushes his upper body up off the dirt just before he retches. Once, twice, three times- all on quick succession. Ugh. So much for breakfast. His muscles ache as he desperately attempts to recover, attempts to shift his view away from the appalling sight of his own vomit. Everything is woozy, blurred, spinning around him. His- oh stars, his head is suddenly as heavy as lead...! Where’s Amethyst?? Why do his arms and legs feel all tingly and faint? Why can he only barely lift himself up? He gives a keening cry as a pulsing throb of static shoots in staccato bolts like lightning from his very core, his center, h-his— he can’t think, he can’t think, he can’t—

Breathing ragged, he collapses onto his side and rides through the spasms, his every muscle jerking against his command. His cheek sags against the ground once the fit reaches its end.

He lays there in a daze for a good long while, letting his vision grow unfocused and blurred in his exhaustion. From his creased brow, sweat drips in the sweltering August heat, staining the soil below. Conflict rages on in the distant background—  Amethyst running solo?— yet he can’t keep track of the action by sound alone. It’s... too much sensory input. More than he can handle, by a long shot. Every bit of his universe now is faint and weak and pain pain pain pain pain, but he manages to shift his arm just enough to slip his hand under his shirt, blindly grasping for his gem... working off a terrible, horrifying hunch.

Shaking fingers find their way to warm crystal, tracing the outer edges, and then—

He traces a deep gouge, running diagonal clear across the center facet.

Cracked.

And with that realization, any remnant of calm he had left flies straight out the window. Another spike of static rips through his body (fuzzy images of Amethyst, 100% hard light body glitching out and unable to hold its shape, pervade his mind) as he makes rapid shallow gasps for air and seizes, trying in vain not to think too hard about what’s physically happening to him.

(I’m cracked I’m cracked I’m cracked I’m—)

“Steven!” Amethyst shouts, diving to his side in an instant. “I’m here, I’m here, I’m so sorry, it wasn’t safe, an’ I knew I had to bubble her before I- ‘fore I could—“

His wide eyed fear silences her even faster than his words. “H- Amethyst,” he rasps, voice hoarse. He blinks as tears begin to slip from between his lashes.

Near indistinguishable blurs of purple and black are his only metric for her movement now. He’s rolled onto his back. A hand moves under his head, stabilizing it.

“Whoa, dude, you’re like, pale as milk! What’s wrong? Did you get hurt?? Can’t you heal it?”

He somehow manages to push coherent words through his warbling cries. “I, I- I dunno, I’m c- cracked, I’m—“

“Wait, wait, wait, you’re WHAT?”

Giving no thought to courtesy in light of the situation, she yanks his shirt up to see for herself.

He hears her inhale as her fingers delicately brush against the gouge marring the center facet of his gem. It’s sharp, sympathetic. The kind of reaction only a Gem who’s lived this horror could offer him. Ever so slight, her hand recoils upon the no-doubt triggering sight. He— stars, he doesn’t wanna... doesn’t want to have to make her remember that, remember that awful time she herself got cracked, but here he is, so clumsy, s-so useless, an—

His chest trembles with every pitiful, bubbling gasp as he succumbs to the terror of the situation and begins to openly sob. Hot, fat tears pour in rivulets down his cheeks, but he knows instinctively there‘s no magic within them. Not today. Not when h-he’s... when he’s like this.

What’s even gonna happen to him now? How’s he gonna— Deep breath. This time, he feels it coming. Every muscle in his body contracts on automatic as that awful, awful static tears through his nerves like an arc of electric current.

It hurts it hurts it hurts ithurtshurtshurtshurtshurtshurts—

Amethyst does her best to lightly hold him as he seizes, cradling his head to ensure no more damage is done. When he stills this time the fight’s practically draining from his body. The boughs of the trees above him pirouette like dancers. Oh stars, everything’s... so... woozy...

“Aw, geeze,” she mutters, and reaches to her gem to pull out an object, thin and rectangular, too blurry in his view for him to make out with much detail. “I, uh... listen. I’m gonna call up Pearl, and we’re gonna fix you up, okay?? We’re gonna take you to the fountain, an’ then...” Her words (reassurance, but for who?) grow thick as her glance flicks downward at his stomach again. “An’ then you’re gonna be fine...”

“B-b-but... I don’t think— I can’t walk,” he blubbers.

“Then I’ll carry you.”

“Am- hnng- Amethyst—“

“Shh-shh, don’t talk, bud. Save your energy.”

“I- I’m so scared,” he blurts.

And it’s so true. Because everything is becoming so blurry and indistinguishable, and the more his body seizes the more fractured he feels, and he’s so close to closing his eyes and drifting off now, he’s sure he is, he’s gotta be—

“Steven,” she says, voice firm yet soft. “Steven, common’, look at me.”

Serious Amethyst. He recognizes the tone. No arguing now.

So slowly but surely— knowing there’s no sense in fighting back oceans when he can barely stay afloat amidst the shallows of this river— his weary, tear stained eyes meet with hers. They’re blown wide with fear, with genuine concern, but between the swirls of black and indigo blue stirs a deeper courage: the unwavering gaze of someone who will have his back to the end of the line.

Amethyst clasps her palm against his shoulder, solid and reassuring.

“Whatever it takes, I promise you... I’m gonna get you there.”

[mysticmothersblog]

In celebration of the Lionsgate Portal, which peaks this

Sunday (August 8th), please read or repeat the following activation:

"I call forth the energetic anchoring, wisdom and support of my spirit guides, Ascended Masters, Archangels, the enlightened elders of my ancestral lineage, my beloved relatives on the Other Side, and my spirit animals to hold immaculate space in each of the four sacred corners as I enter the Lionsgate Portal Activation.

In accordance with the Akashic Records, I allow the Lionsgate to be activated, awakened, and opened as I enter through this portal into a parallel timeline of my next highest self. In stepping through this portal, may all healings I am ready to receive be completed, may all activations and crystalline DNA I am ready to embody be activated, and may all wisdom, life direction, and inspirations in serving the glory of a life purpose I don’t have to figure out ahead of time be realized, received, and revealed. In accordance with the Akashic Records, I allow all gifts of healing, activation, awakening, and transformation to be actualized into present moment time and anchored as my new zero point field, allowing this brand new reality that I welcome to be accepted by the subconscious mind and encoded into cellular memory as my new abiding state of reality.

I accept this activation and each gift my words declare my readiness to receive that now integrates into the fabric of time at exactly the pace that serves my highest greatest good. I accept that each aspect of this Lionsgate Portal equally serves in the tipping point of humanity’s ascension, as I offer every person the exact amount of connection or space to work out the complexities and vulnerabilities of their journey. If and when, during this Lionsgate portal, or any time hereafter, I witness humanity purging emotional density while identifying with its individual or collective shadow, I can support the transmutation of the old dissolving paradigm by anchoring the light of my new reality as a space holder of Earth’s Ascension.

As I utilize the sacred invitation and power of the Lionsgate Portal to step through interdimensional hyperspace and into a new parallel timeline of my next highest self in form, may I offer compassion, mercy, and kindness, whether up-close or at a distance, to anyone identifying with the very shadow being purged. May I witness the pain they have buried, as a chance to help bring their consciousness back into full awareness. I offer this awareness as a gift of loving service with no attachment to outcome for anyone or any situation in view.

If and when the anchoring of light feels overwhelming, it merely acts as a sign reminding of the perfect moments to enact self-care. Knowing, from the depths of my soul’s wisdom, each choice to care for myself sends waves of consciousness throughout the Quantum Field to help others in supporting their own needs instead of judging themselves or fighting with others. In the name of bringing abiding peace to Earth, no matter how turbulent the waves of change ebb and flow, I accept the Lionsgate Portal Activation that completes the Soul Contracts and cuts the chords to all I am ready to move beyond — with the utmost gratitude to every circumstance, person, or outcome that has served my evolution.

Thank you Akashic Records for making the Lionsgate Portal Activation complete. Thank you spirit guides, Ascended Masters, Archangels, the enlightened elders of my ancestral lineage, my beloved relatives on the Other Side, and my spirit animals for holding immaculate space in each of the four sacred corners and continuing to make your presence known as the light I shine, the breath I breathe, the wisdom I receive, the guidance I follow, and the truth I speak that is always anchored in the vibration of peace, unity, abundance, wholeness, and love.

I hereby accept the completion of the Lionsgate Portal and allow all integrations to occur as swiftly, miraculously, and gently as it has always been meant to be. May all be blessed by the Lionsgate portal, no matter how any person or

[excellencehasnosex]

(((Dreams are voices of ancestors)))

We all grow up with the weight of history on us. 

Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies.

 If I could go back to the beginning where it all began..

 I call forth the energetic anchoring, wisdom and support of my spirit guides, Ascended Masters, Archangels, the enlightened elders of my ancestral lineage, my beloved relatives on the Other Side, and my spirit animals to hold immaculate space in each of the four sacred corners as I initiate the Lionsgate Portal Activation.

 In accordance with the Akashic Records, I allow the Lionsgate to be activated, awakened, and opened as I enter through this portal into a parallel timeline of my next highest self. In stepping through this portal, may all healings I am ready to complete be completed, may all activations and crystalline DNA I am ready to embody be activated, and may all wisdom, life direction, and inspirations in serving the glory of a life purpose I don’t have to figure out ahead of time be realized, received, and revealed. In accordance with the Akashic Records, I allow all gifts of healing, activation, awakening, and transformation to be actualized into present moment time and anchored as my new zero point field, allowing this brand new reality that I welcome to be accepted by the subconscious mind and encoded into cellular memory as my new abiding state of reality.

 I accept this activation and each gift my words declare my readiness to receive that now integrates into the fabric of time at exactly the pace that serves my highest greatest good. I accept that each aspect of this Lionsgate Portal equally serves in the tipping point of humanity’s ascension, as I offer every person the exact amount of connection or space to work out the complexities and vulnerabilities of their journey. If and when, during this Lionsgate portal, or any time hereafter, I witness humanity purging emotional density while identifying with its individual or collective shadow, I can support the transmutation of the old dissolving paradigm by anchoring the light of my new reality as a space holder of Earth’s Ascension. As I utilize the sacred invitation and power of this Lionsgate Portal to step through interdimensional hyperspace and into a new parallel timeline of my next highest self in form, may I offer compassion, mercy, and kindness, whether up-close or at a distance, to anyone identifying with the very shadow being purged. May I witness the pain they have buried, as a chance to help bring their consciousness back into full awareness. I offer this awareness as a gift of loving service with no attachment to outcome for anyone or any situation in view.

 If and when the anchoring of light feels overwhelming, it merely acts as a sign reminding of the perfect moments to enact self-care. Knowing, from the depths of my soul’s wisdom, each choice to care for myself sends waves of consciousness throughout the Quantum Field to help others in supporting their own needs instead of judging themselves or fighting with others. In the name of bringing abiding peace to Earth, no matter how turbulent the waves of change ebb and flow, I accept this Lionsgate Portal Activation that completes the Soul Contracts and cuts the chords to all I am ready to move beyond — with the utmost gratitude to every circumstance, person, or outcome that has served my evolution.

 Thank you Akashic Records for making this Lionsgate Portal Activation complete. Thank you spirit guides, Ascended Masters, Archangels, the enlightened elders of my ancestral lineage, my beloved relatives on the Other Side, and my spirit animals for holding immaculate space in each of the four sacred corners and continuing to make your presence known as the light I shine, the breath I breath, the wisdom I receive, the guidance I follow, and the truth I speak that is always anchored in the vibration of peace, unity, abundance, wholeness, and love.

 I hereby accept the completion of this Lionsgate Portal and allow all integrations to occur as swiftly, miraculously, and gently as it has always been meant to be. May all be blessed by this Lionsgate portal, no matter how any person or group interprets the incoming energies and healings entering our Earth. And so it is.

All For Love ∞ Words from Matt Kahn regarding yesterdays LionsGate Portal

∞

[unholyplumpprincess]

Anything for you

For anon who asked: Not a prompt. well kinda. pls THINK about gibby and the "you want me to wear that?" line. like, my heart can't take it. he'd be so cute in lingerie or fishnets or even just a string, maybe heels. all blushy, trying to hide but getting flustered when you tell him how good and cute he looks

Oops I made this a full fic!!!! Tysm for suggesting Gibraltar bc I’m in LOVE with him!!!

Reblogs > Likes. It costs zero dollars to reblog if you like it :D

Minors and ageless blogs dni or you will be blocked!

Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Gibraltar/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gender neutral/gender ambiguous, fluff, lingerie, Gibraltar likes being called pretty and has a praise kink, just very fluffy and soft nothing too bad just explicit!!!

Words: 1.8k

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Makoa Gibraltar was a romantic at heart.

It wasn’t hard to fall for him- c'mon, just look at him. Built like a real-life giant teddy bear with a kind smile and a contagious laugh. You’d met because you were one of the lead medics on standby in the medical bay for when legends would fall, or when they would become champion and need to limp their way back. You were specialized in both the robotics and the flesh that came through here, so you were scheduled to work quite frequently when a season was going on.

More than once you’d serviced him. Checking his vitals and going through the motions. Normally he’d crack jokes to you, ask how you were doing, all while he ignored the likely searing pain in his body. Sometimes he’d wince, but then beam up at you, dimples and all and go, “Ey, ain’t nothin’ I ain’t had worse of. You’ll fix me right up, right, doc?” And he always said it like he trusted everything in you and your heart would pound, you’d flush, and try to come up with something back.

You should have realized he’d been flirting. You should have realized it long before he’d asked you out all whilst rubbing the back of his neck and mumbling that maybe in the med-bay wasn’t the most ROMANTIC area to ask you out, but he couldn’t catch you off work.

You’d been so startled trying to catch what he had said that once your brain caught up, you’d finally shouted ‘yes’ a bit too loudly and enthusiastically. But, at least it made him laugh?

~Rest under the cut~

Now you were six months strong and found yourself watching the screens with more nervousness when Makoa was in the arena. You knew death didn’t happen in the arena, no, but the pain and fear were just as real. Yet, he was always so kind, big smiles and enthusiasm. One time when he’d been champion, he’d blown a kiss at the camera and said it had been for you. You hadn’t been able to talk straight for an hour.

Such a sweetheart.

Some days he was Makoa Gibraltar, Apex Legend, Apex champion, a face to be seen on a screen and to be admired.  

And some days? Some days he was just Makoa. Your boyfriend who liked to hog the blankets and squeeze you tight in the morning so you’d whine about having to go pee and laugh at you as you tried to squirm away.

Today? Today he was Makoa.

“You want me to...to wear that?”

You beam brightly, nodding your head enthusiastically as you look over at the outfit you’d lain out on a chair. Said outfit he was looking at couldn’t even count as an outfit. It was a soft baby pink baby doll, a split right beneath the chest to fan out in gorgeous lace. It came with a thong, one you’re sure wouldn’t hold him and the idea made you want to drool. You’d also lain out white fishnets and four-inch black stilettos.

“You said you wanted to get more in touch with your feminine side,” You gleefully state, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and hardly being able to lock your fingers together around him. You nose just below his shoulders where you can reach, giving him a squeeze. “Besides, you said you wanted to try wearing this sorta thing, why not start now? It’s in your size- isn't it preeeetty?”

“Ya must be the devil, baby.” Makoa laughs, causing your body to vibrate with the motion. He sounds embarrassed, and you just know his face is flushed and burning red.  

“Sooo...is that a yes?”

“For you, my love? Anything.”

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You left your home for a little due to a call for work just to do a check up on Pathfinder’s processors. Not a problem, you lived close to the compound and it wasn’t anything difficult to walk to and from. Pathfinder is as chipper and thankful as ever, mentioning something about overheating but you’d checked his processors and they were all good to go. You offered for him to maybe lay off any activities that may be causing him to heat up, accepting his thumbs up of approval, and went on your way.

When you came home, the smell of Makoa’s shampoo was the first thing that hits you. He’d obviously had a shower a little bit ago when the warmth and humidity rolling out of the bathroom hits you as you pass it. And once you enter your bedroom, you figure out why. Not that, of course, you couldn’t take the hint but...

The outfit fit him perfectly. Right down to the heels. Makoa is sat on the edge of the bed, one powerful leg over the other, hands folded in his lap and face flushed red. His hair is down, showing the few streaks of gray from where he’d pulled his wavy hair over to one side to let it frame his face beautifully. His skin is still glowing from his shower, his tattoos all on display and making you bite your bottom lip.

“You look beautiful, baby.” You breathe out, dropping your bag on the floor next to the door and kicking off your socks and shoes. You pad over to where he is, watching him peek up from where he’d been looking at his lap and he offers you one of those award-winning smiles. Though it’s a bit crooked as if he’s shy.

“Can you stand up and do a twirl?” You playfully speak once you’re close enough, gently resting a hand over his thigh and leaning in to get a peek at his face. Immediately Makoa laughs, hands unfolding so he can cup your face adoringly between both of his warmed hands.

“Now ya just being selfish.” He playfully responds back, bringing you closer until his full lips can cover your own. You’re both smiling into the kiss, your nails lightly pressing to his thigh as you stand on your tiptoes to get a better angle for him.

Once you part, you bop your nose affectionately to his with a small laugh, “Aw, c’mon, didn’t you just say earlier that I could have anything?”

The reminder makes his eyes open, deep pools of brown that narrow playfully at his own words being twisted. You offer a grin in turn, bouncing your eyebrows twice to effectively make him laugh and shoo you back and offering you his seat.

You plop onto the bed like an excited child. Smiling brightly up at him as he stands in front of you, four inches taller than he normally is and near marking him at 7 foot. You don’t mask your attraction nor excitement as you bite your bottom lip, hands in your lap and practically bouncing in place.

You eagerly make a ‘go ahead’ motion with your head and that makes Makoa chuckle, rolling his eyes dramatically at you before doing a spin for you. He even goes so far as to grab the chair you’d had resting in the middle of your room where you most certainly did not have it JUST to put the clean clothed you didn’t want to fold into.

Okay maybe, but that wasn’t the point.

The point was now he’s bent over. Bent completely over, grasping the edge of the chair, legs splayed a bit, and showing you all his features. How his ass looks in the fishnets and thong, you’re right about the thong not being able to hold him, but seems the fishnets were doing a pretty good job in helping secure his cock to his body. His powerful, long legs look ever the more defined in heels and oh how his soft, muscular padding looked in the baby doll from the front was already beautiful, but now you get to see the strength in his arms flex from behind.

“Oh, Makoa...” You breathe out again, letting your eyes rake over his form and a whine blossoming from your throat. “Oh, this was such a good idea.”

You watch his shoulders shake briefly with a quiet laugh, only to watch them seize up when you shift off the bed. You let your hands wander down over his thick ass, squeezing appreciatively at his thighs and sliding one hand between his legs to cup at the bulge in his thong.

Makoa’s breath wavers, head falling forward and a small shake added to his body. You coo about how pretty he is again as you let both hands come up to grab at the top of his tights, rolling them down his ass with his thong and groaning at the sight of him.

Hearing his breath pick up as you slide your hands back between his thighs, you gently pat and make him spread his legs wider. His cock hangs between his legs, a thick girth rivaling your wrist. He’s a good seven inches and half chubbed up right now, he’s proportional to his body with his hair kept trimmed in this area. His balls are a good handful, heavy in your palm where you gently squeeze and roll them now just to hear him choke out a sound.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his ass. The flush of his hole makes you want to lick and suck and kiss and make him whine about how embarrassing it was for you to touch there. You bite your lip at the thought, tempted to, but you save the thought for later.

“You’re so pretty, sweetheart.” You murmur again, dropping to your knees with a dull thud behind him so you can roll his tights down a little more to really get a good look at him. You sigh at the way his cock jerks at the praise, running a finger along the underside just to watch it lazily jerk again.

Makoa shudders, hanging his head. His voice is tight when he finally speaks, just as you wrap a loose hand around his cock. “N-not that I don’t like being-” He pauses to take a sharp breath in when you hum happily, swiping a thumb over the drooling head to smear the bead of precum. “-expo—exposed for you like this but the heels are a little-”

His voice shakes again when your other hand cups his balls, gently squeezing and distracting him. From behind him, you grin deviously, but you press a kiss to the back of his thigh. ”You wanna sit down instead?”

He immediately nods, making you release him and helping him get out of his heels, undoing the strap around his ankle and pulling it off each foot before guiding him to sit down on the bed.

You scoot on your knees to rest between his splayed out thighs. Watching Makoa’s fingers flex on his thighs and smiling as you lean up to nuzzle at his inner thigh, helping him pull off his tights and thong so he’d stay in just his baby doll.

“Just relax and let me take care of you tonight, sweetheart.” You murmur.

A tease of a grin edges his lips, fluttering his lashes.

“Anything for you, my love.”