#Machine Table Power Clamp

[reveryfics]

Undercover

Pairings: T'Challa x Male reader

Summary: After learning about a international deal set to go down that could potentially cause a risk to Wakanda, T'Challa is surprised to see someone else has taken an interest in the deal.

A/n: I should mention the reader is hispanic and a international agent working for S.H.I.E.L.D, also men in dresses <3 (I suck at fight scenes)

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The air in the Monte Carlo casino hung heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and desperation. T'Challa, a solitary figure amidst the throng of humanity, navigated the labyrinthine corridors, the cacophony of sounds – the clinking of dice, the raucous laughter, the mournful sighs of defeated gamblers – assaulting his senses. Slot machines blinked and whirred, their garish lights a stark contrast to the subdued elegance he was accustomed to.

He adjusted the cuffs of his impeccably tailored suit, a subtle movement that spoke volumes about his composure amidst the chaos. His gaze swept across the room, searching for his target, a man involved in a deal that could potentially destabilize Wakanda. Intelligence reports had indicated the buyer was a man, but the world was full of unexpected twists.

Shuri's voice, a lifeline through the static, crackled in his earpiece. "Any luck on the buyer, T'Challa?"

"Still no luck on a visual, Shuri," he replied, his voice a low growl against the deafening bass of the house music. "Just remember, the source emphasized a male buyer. And be careful."

T'Challa nodded, his senses on high alert. He moved with a silent grace, a panther stalking its prey. The air crackled with anticipation, a palpable sense of greed and desperation hanging heavy. This wasn't his usual stomping ground, but the stakes were high. Vibranium, in the wrong hands, could unleash a wave of destruction the world was ill-prepared to face. He had to stop this deal.

His eyes finally settled on a figure seated at a high-stakes poker table. A man, flanked by a woman whose beauty was almost distracting. The woman, draped in a crimson gown that clung to her curves like a second skin, was a vision of predatory elegance. Her gaze, however, was fixed on T'Challa, a predatory glint in her emerald eyes.

"Enjoying the view, mi príncipe?" she purred, her voice a silken caress that sent a shiver down his spine.

T'Challa, momentarily thrown, managed a charming smile. "I must confess, I find myself quite captivated," he replied, his gaze lingering on her.

He played a calculated game, observing the man, the woman, the flow of the game. The source had been adamant: a male buyer. But this woman… she exuded an aura of power, a dangerous allure that belied her appearance.

He subtly excused himself, following the man through the labyrinthine corridors of the casino. As he closed in, a hand clamped down on his arm, pulling him into a darkened alcove. He reacted instinctively, a blur of motion as he attempted to subdue his assailant.

His eyes widened in disbelief. It was the woman.

"Honestamente, pensé que un princr sería más inteligente.” she hissed, yanking off her wig to reveal a face that was decidedly masculine. "Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D and that pendejo was none the wiser until you showed up.”

T'challa, still reeling from the revelation, demanded, "What does S.H.I.E.L.D want with this?"

"Vibranium is a threat, not just to Wakanda, but to the entire world," he explained, his voice low and urgent. "My mission was to recover the case and return it to you."

A tense silence followed. Cooperation seemed unlikely.

"Let's just say… our methods differ," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He snatched a pair of VIP cards from an unsuspecting patron, handing one to T'challa. "Impressive," T'challa conceded. "Just you wait."

They navigated the VIP section, their presence unnoticed amidst the haze of cigar smoke and expensive champagne. They reached the private room, the air thick with anticipation.

The two targets, oblivious to the danger, exchanged smug glances. "Well played, gentlemen," one of them sneered. "But you've walked into a trap."

Suddenly, the room erupted in chaos. Guns materialized from nowhere, trained on the two intruders. But T'challa and him were ready. T'challa activated his suit, the fabric surging around him like a second skin, transforming him into the Black Panther.

Guards, hired muscle, and even a few disgruntled gamblers joined the fray. Unlike T'Challa even without a suit the other man was a whirlwind of motion in the red dress,he moved with a predatory grace. His movements were fluid, almost feline, a mesmerizing blend of dance and deadly intent. He dispatched opponents with a brutal efficiency, each strike swift and precise.

T'Challa, watching from the periphery, felt a strange thrill course through him. That man, in that dress, was a vision of raw power and captivating danger. There was an undeniable seduction in witnessing this man, so utterly masculine, move with such grace and lethal intent. It was a primal display, a reminder of the wildness that still lurked beneath the veneer of civilization.

Sensing T'Challa's gaze, he met his eyes with a feral glint. A silent message passed between them: This is what I am.

The fight raged on ,the man human weapon, neutralized threats with a chilling efficiency. He used the environment to his advantage, utilizing the slick marble floors to his benefit, sending opponents sprawling with expertly placed kicks. T'Challa, meanwhile, moved like a panther, his movements silent and deadly. He dispatched his foes with a quiet efficiency, his vibranium claws flashing in the dim light.

Together, they fought their way towards the targets,T'Challa secured the case while the other subdued the targets. They made their way back through the casino, the sounds of sirens growing louder in the distance.

As they slipped out of the casino, unnoticed by the arriving police, T'Challa turned to him. "You... you are unlike anyone I have ever encountered," he breathed, his voice husky with a mixture of admiration and something akin to awe.

His breath coming in ragged gasps, merely smiled. "Just trying to survive, Your Majesty."

They stood near the street, watching as police stormed the casino. "If you're ever looking for work, I'm sure we could always use a man with… your talents," T'challa paused.

He smiled, turning towards T'challa and stepping closer. "Just ask me on a date next time, mi príncipe," he purred.

T'challa couldn't even form words before the case was shoved in his hands, and the man turned towards a car that'd just parked. He waved, blowing T'challa a kiss as he got into the passenger seat.

"He's a keeper," Shuri laughed, causing T'challa's cheeks to heat up. "Most definitely.”

[chronoghoul]

would be OBSESSED if you did a oneshot saiki × kaidou fic, theres not enough food for them💔

╭﹒⊹⋆﹒ @ 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑 2024.

୨ ,, Saiki x Kaidou , sfw + pre established relationship , Saiki's POV .ᐟ

𖦹 ｡° note : crazy how I got a request for this cus I was literally reading Kaidou x Saiki fanfics at the time I got a notification for this 😨😱, anyways I'm no professional writer but I tried, feel free to suggest improvements!! btw I love ur art it's literally so good?? like damnn 𖥔 ݁ ˖.°. ⭑

﹒｡ꔫ﹒wc : ~1.3k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭

Most people don’t realize I’m in a relationship. And, honestly, that’s exactly how I prefer it. If I wanted my personal life to become public knowledge, I’d have paraded my every step since elementary school. Besides, maintaining this sense of anonymity has… advantages. Kaidou, on the other hand, has a different take.

He wouldn’t say he wants the world to know; it’s more that he’s… not entirely opposed to it, either. And when you’re dating someone as demonstrative (read: clingy) as him, well, compromises are bound to be made. He calls it “affection.” I call it “the inevitable, slow erosion of my personal boundaries.”

“Oh, come on, Saiki, it’s just a quick hug!” Kaidou insists, pouting in that way he thinks is disarming. I stare blankly back, adjusting my glasses just enough to make my annoyance obvious.

“We’re standing in front of the coffee vending machine,” I point out, voice perfectly deadpan. “During school hours. Not exactly a prime location for relationship displays.”

His eyes widen with familiar dramatics. “Don’t tell me you’re… scared of being discovered, Saiki? I’ll cover for us if we’re spotted. I’m well-trained in covert operations, after all.”

I make it a habit to ignore the grander gestures of Kaidou’s imagination, especially when they involve his “training” in clandestine arts. It’s a small mercy for both of us that I can redirect this conversation without missing a beat. “Scared, no. Rational, yes. Unlike you, I prefer not to turn our relationship into an after-school special.”

He’s listening, of course, but I know him well enough to spot that glint in his eye—the one that says, Challenge accepted. A sigh escapes me, but that only emboldens him further.

He shifts closer, glancing around in a show of exaggerated caution that would look subtle only to someone who hasn’t seen a single spy film in their life. His hand darts out, clamping around my wrist. “But… what if I’m just trying to show you I care?”

It’s hard not to roll my eyes, and maybe it’s because this is Kaidou, the boy who believes in destiny battles and imaginary ancient power. Who’s somehow wiggled his way into my life with the persistence of an immortal cockroach. He doesn’t notice me slowly sliding my wrist free from his grasp, an act that requires less telekinesis and more practiced patience.

“That’s not really necessary. If you care about me, I’ll know it without you trying to show everyone within a five-mile radius,” I say.

His face softens in that disarming way, the one that only ever backfires on me. His expression is sincere, eyes bright behind his glasses. It’s almost ridiculous how earnest he can look, even after I’ve pointed out his every blunder and miscalculation.

“Right, right. Secret agents,” he mumbles, as if we’re enacting some elaborate espionage plot. “We’ve gotta keep it on the down-low.”

I let him believe that.

— Break Time —

During lunch, he migrates to his usual place next to me, plopping down with all the subtlety of a falling brick. His tray lands on the table with a thud, and he flashes me a grin, nudging his way too close for my liking. I reach for my coffee jelly and take an entirely normal, entirely unbothered bite.

“Saiki,” he says, like he’s just realized something monumental. “We’ve never actually done the classic couple stuff, have we?”

“Define ‘classic couple stuff,’” I reply without looking up. I’ve seen enough romance manga to know this question rarely goes anywhere I enjoy.

“You know, like holding hands! Sharing snacks!” His voice drops. “Or maybe, like… sharing secrets?”

Of course, this is Kaidou. For him, “secrets” are on par with treasure chests in video games. Half the time, he’s convinced that my refusal to divulge any hidden information about myself is an intentional ploy to keep him from cracking some cosmic code.

“What secrets do you think I’m hiding, exactly?”

He scrunches his nose in thought, looking more serious than a teenage boy with blue streaks in his hair has any right to be. “For one, you never tell me what you’re actually thinking. You could be planning some kind of master strategy, and I’d have no idea.”

“Exactly.”

“Wait, what?”

I bite back a sigh, lifting my gaze just enough to give him a weary look. “I’m not plotting anything. I just don’t see the need to narrate every passing thought.”

“Oh, yeah? And what’s so mysterious that you have to keep it to yourself?” he presses, genuinely curious now.

Here’s the thing about Kaidou. He’s completely oblivious to how obvious he is. When he’s curious, he’ll ask; when he’s annoyed, he’ll grumble; and when he’s feeling something a bit softer, a bit more affectionate… well, he’ll lean just a little bit closer, his shoulder brushing against mine, and he’ll wait, his expression open and hopeful.

I don’t give him much, because I don’t need to. Instead, I look at him with a flat, unimpressed gaze.

“If I tell you everything, it’ll ruin the mystique.”

I mean it as a joke—dry and almost dismissive. But he actually laughs, and the sound is soft enough to draw the attention of a few nearby classmates. I can tell from their glances that they’re wondering why Kaidou’s face is suddenly lit up like a neon sign.

“Right, right, the mystique,” he teases back, grinning. “Wouldn’t want anyone to know you actually like me.”

And it’s then that he nudges my arm, an innocent enough motion that’s only slightly less aggravating than a full-on hug. It’s funny, really—how just a few months ago, if anyone had told me that Kaidou of all people would be the one drawing me out, making me open up (or at least attempting to), I would’ve told them to get a brain scan.

But here we are.

— The Walk Home —

Walking home from school has become routine—an unspoken agreement. Neither of us has acknowledged it for fear that naming it might disrupt whatever strange, offbeat harmony we’ve managed to find. He walks beside me, humming something almost in tune, hands shoved into his pockets to keep from reaching for mine.

I can tell he’s itching to say something. There’s a telltale wrinkle in his brow, and he keeps sneaking glances like he’s preparing a speech. It’s one of those instances where I don’t need my powers to know what’s coming.

“So, uh… the festival’s coming up. You going?”

I shrug. “Probably not. Too many people. Too much noise.”

He lets out a short laugh. “Yeah, that sounds like you. But… if, you know, you change your mind…”

“Are you trying to ask me on a date, Kaidou?”

I watch the realization dawn on him, turning his face a satisfying shade of crimson. “I-I mean, only if you want to go! We can… I dunno… stay in the quieter areas?”

He’s rambling now, all flustered, which is more or less his default state whenever he’s around me. There’s something almost endearing about it—how, even with all his so-called bravado, he can’t hide that genuine streak of softness.

I could say no, of course, but there’s something oddly satisfying about watching him light up like he’s just uncovered a hidden treasure. So I take my time responding, letting him sweat a little before I say, “Fine. As long as you agree to my terms.”

His eyes widen. “Terms?”

“Zero public displays,” I say, leveling him with a stern look. “And no monologuing about secret powers.”

He nods, almost vibrating with excitement, practically oblivious to the conditions he’s so readily accepting. “Right. Deal. I can totally stick to that.”

Of course, he won’t stick to it. Kaidou rarely manages to keep his promises when excitement takes over, but I suppose that’s part of what makes this whole situation interesting. There’s a certain charm to his naivety—a softness I wouldn’t admit to appreciating, even if I know that he knows.

Because sometimes, in the quiet moments, away from prying eyes, I let him reach for my hand. And even though I’ll never say it out loud, there’s a part of me that finds it oddly comforting.

It’s like I’m almost… human, if only for a moment.

[teawithmagician]

Hello! :D For the drabble ask I've had this little idea floating in my head for a while now. There's hardly, if any, content for Variel the Flayer! I want to do him a little fan service as a mini-comic, but I can't get the dialogue or the energy of the scene to come across just right. Maybe you can spark some inspiration and we can bounce off each other's ideas? :) I'm not a writer at all, but I can offer drawings! The "pairing" would be Variel the Flayer and a serf engineer, G/NC? for murderously bad flirting attempts, dark romantic comedy?. The idea I have is; A Night Lord's fleet just underwent a bad battle, there's damage all throughout the ship. The medbay specifically got hit bad, and Variel asks for this one specific serf engineer to come fix the power outage for him. This serf grates on Variel the least out of the other serfs, and the engineer uses this to his advantage to try and use his limited medical knowledge to flirt. Eventually it leads to the serf saying along the lines of, "I sure do hope it's a scalpel through my fourth and fifth ribs." (The fourth and fifth ribs being the easiest way to access a man's heart). How will Variel react? Will the engineer get flayed after fixing the power, or will the cold Variel find amusement in him and play along? Here are some of the unfinished sketches :)

Ok, so, it's gonna be a slowburn, because Variel would need a lot of his sweet time to realise that he a) is amused by the serf b) can tolerate him c) actually wants him there.

But here's for the starters:

Warhammer 40k

Variel the Flayer / unnamed male serf

R (for threats/descriptions of violence)

Slowburn, dark romance, dark speis yaoi (platonic for now)

The hull breach had torn through the chamber in a perfect diagonal. Apart from damage to the precious tools—scalpels, flensing hooks, and vivisection clamps—it left power conduits dangling from the ceiling like severed tendons. That was highly, highly unacceptable. With a hiss of static, he activated the vox in his helm, and requested: “Send the engineering serf. Now.”

The serf arrived shortly after, dragging a skein of salvaged cabling. He knelt briefly, a protocol gesture of submission, before rising to assess the damage. “Power’s out, my lord,” he muttered, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands. “Conduits are fried, but I can patch it. Won’t be pretty, but it’ll hold.”

Variel said nothing, tracking the serf’s every move so the little rat-man wouldn’t break or stain anything with his filth. But the serf worked with surprising deftness: he stripped the wires and rerouted power through jury-rigged relays, which send a sheaf of spark into his face. Variel’s fingers twitched near the flensing knife, the urge to peel the serf’s skin off to teach him the fine art of electrics was strong. But then, Variel wouldn’t want to fix all cables by himself.

In the end, after all of the serf’s machinations, the medbay’s systems came back to life. Lumens steadied, casting light over the bloodied tables and the shining edges of Variel’s tools. The serf stepped back, wiping sweat from his face with a greasy sleeve. And then, he smiled a crooked, trembling, but outrageous grin.

“Fixed your lair, my lord. Runs smoother than a freshly stitched corpse, if I may. Almost makes me think I’d be handy with more than just wires—say, passing you a scalpel or two.”

Variel’s tilted his head. Now this was a misfortune-an acceptable engineer was poorly trained. Variel’s mind turned to the myriad ways he could teach him decency in talking to your masters—strip by strip, scream by scream.

The oblivious serf continued, looking almost maniacal. “I’ve seen your work, lord. Beautiful, in its own way. Me, I’m no artist, but I reckon I could learn a trick or two. Hand you the tools, maybe even take a blade myself—right here,” he tapped his chest, between the fourth and fifth ribs, “quickest way in, isn’t it? If you’re feeling generous.”

The silence that followed was a void where hope went to die. Variel’s stared into the serf, unblinking, waiting for him to break under the weight of it. Most who dared such familiarity were already flayed, their skins decorating Variel’s armour. Yet this one—this rodent-like speck of defiance—stood there, trembling, but refusing to fall apart.

Then, Variel did the unthinkable – he laughed. His laughter did it for the serf: he started coming undone in an uncontrollable shaking. Variel stepped forward, his shadow swallowing the serf whole, and raised a hand. The serf flinched, expecting the end, but Variel’s claw hovered, tracing the air above his chest.

“You speak of your heart,” Variel said softly, “as if it is yours to offer. It is mine, little rat-human—mine to take, mine to stop.” His claw lingered in a promise of agony. “Most grovel, all beg. But you beg not for life, but for my art.” He leaned closer, his breath chill against the serf’s sweating skin. “Break anything here, and I may grant your wish. And show you your beating heart before I smash it in my hand. But you amuse me, for now. So, you may live-and leave.”

The serf lingered, uncertain if he should flee or bow. Variel spared him one final look and uttered. “Go while I still feel benevolent. Next time you speak of ribs, I’ll show you their beauty—laid bare on my tables.”

[wookieejamcrew]

So what made you such a Hux fan?

going to make two assumptions here that one you're asking about brendol and not armitage or maratelle, and two that you're asking this in good faith so i'll answer it the same, lol. brendol is precisely the type of character i'm drawn to: he's exceedingly layered, byronic, narratively unconventional in his grotesquerie of flaws and philias, and he's got a mysteriously domestic relationship with my numero uno, the grand inquisitor. brendol, when we are first introduced to him in secret academy, is an instant peculiarity: he runs an unconvential yet successful imperial academy set in a world straight out of a daphne du maurier novel, he's outwardly warm, kind, and charming to his cadets, he throws an intimate little gathering for one of the most powerful and highest ranking members of the empire...and then bickers with him at a table for two, unintimidated by the ire he might inspire by chiding the grand inquisitor like a fretted wife. his secret machinations, which are being investigated by tarkin (et al?), to create an army of children who are loyal to him from birth (like he claimed was jedi praxis) is fascinating insight into his character; he's someone who values and prioritizes loyalty (mind you, the guy who steps out on his wife) and personal safety to the detriment of his own position in the empire. he's a risk taker, he risked a court martial for not only breaking chain of command, but attempting to resurrect any cultural/philosophical merit from the jedi order. he is very rehearsed, choosing his words carefully, for instance the word family is only used by him once and in the context of what he wants cadets and stormtroopers to see the empire become. is it a manipulation tactic to inspire sympathy and relatability (in phasma his words are described as "pretty" and his motives "too pure"), is it a sincere desire for connection and community, one he has total dominion over, but a family all the same? it's both, because like all good creations spawned from horror, lines are intended to blur. i do think he had a rough childhood, his personal relationship to violence is evidence of that. he abuses armitage, he is aroused by being abused himself, he uses children as tools to commit acts of violence and murder, and he desires to be used as a tool by those who are more powerful and capable than himself. he wears his charisma and prepotency like a mask, but desperately desires someone just clock him square in the face and shatter it. he is lonely; he is a lonely narcissistic sadomasochist who salves his loneliness with cruelty. he hates his own son, but he loves his adoptees. he loves potential, he loves malleability. when he sees armitage he is forced to face himself in his most base form: weak, spineless, effete. when he looks at archex he sees what he has risen above. but it is all artifice. he is still that boy, tail between his legs, hiding behind a commandant. phasma describes him as a different man behind closed doors, which we see with his infidelity, his abuses, his joy at being beaten into submission, his behavior when he doesn't know zare is watching him, when he promises cadets he will turn the empire into a facsimile of family, when he and gallius whisper plans for supplanting the old way with the new. i love characters that doth protest too much, i love when authenticity must be pried free like a pearl in a clamped up shell. brendol is awful, and the narrative owns it, there are no justifications for his ills, but it also affords him depth for those happy to plunder his polarities.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[theatrekidenergy]

I was just thinking about how funny it would be if everyone woke up tomorrow with some new kind of power/transformative ability/etc. You get the gist.

A tired law school student taps their phone realizing they overslept, it’s dead and their alarms didn’t sound. Shit. They tap it again and a small volt of electricity from their index finger zaps their phone to 89% battery. 

A bartender wakes up who was sleeping on his stomach, feeling comfortably warmer than usual, turns over only to realize large, almost angelic, wings have sprouted from his shoulder blades. 

A middle school girl is brushing her teeth and when she yawns and is suddenly grasping onto her toothbrush for dear life while falling—what feels like—hundreds of feet to the ground. She clenches her eyes shut in preparation and upon opening them finds herself hunched over with her  head between her knees, with her back touching the ceiling of the bathroom. 

A baker is up prepping a pot oil early in the morning when it won’t heat. They leave their hand there for a couple minutes on the side of the pot while texting, lazily drooping their palm to fit its curve. A minute later they turn their head to see the metal around their hand is piping bright red and the oil is popping up in a vigorous boil. 

A clumsy teenage boy is walking down the stairs at school when he falls forward and instead of slamming to the ground levitates an inch and a half above it.

A guy in a meeting nervously clicks his pen under the table—and realizes everyone around the conference room is slowly floating a few inches off their chairs. They all stare at him. He sheepishly whispers, “My bad,” before they all are let down. 

A barista snaps his fingers at a clogged espresso machine, frustrated—and it suddenly starts dispensing cold brew at firehose velocity across the floor.

A high ranking government official is tying his tie in the morning when suddenly the world is overwhelming in every sound. He can hear whispers of people speaking French another continent. The sounds on the other side of the nation’s capital in the early morning might as well be megaphoned into his ear. He falls to the ground writhing in pain with hands clamped hard over his ears and comes to work wearing headphones fit for a gun range. 

A figure skater’s jump somehow becomes “pauses” mid air, floating a foot and a half above the ground mid rotation in a triple loop. 

A swimmer early to practice dives into the pool. The cool water envelopes her at the same rate that cascading scales cover soft skin, and her hands and feet bevome webbed in motion.

An ER nurse at an early—or late, depending on you ask—shift can smell out people’s blood types before they’re rushed in. 

Idk man just day dreaming in the car earlier and the idea came to me. Currently waist deep into writing this as an actual story. 👍

[armybrat-lucas]

Stay With Me

Lucas had been making his way through the woods when Ruger had made a small chuff. This was the sound his master had taught him to use for an alert, when he sensed walkers. it was soft enough to not draw attention but sudden enough when paired with his bristling hackles and stiffly raised tail to signal 'I smell danger, they're close!'

Lucas paused and leaned up against a bank, he was already smeared heavily with mud and decaying leaves. It wasn't as good as walker good but it also didn't make him smell like a main course either. Ruger kept watch, always within arms reach. They sat there silently for several long agonizing minutes.

Then Ruger tested the air and swiveled the air and turned back to nudge him all clear. A soft groan got their attention and Lucas headed toward the noise. His sniper rifle slung over his shoulder and his Assault Rifle held against his chest. His hinger pressed flush to the side of the trigger but not actually curving it to apply pressure. The air was thick with the scent of blood and Ruger whined, he could smell Shane. Grabbing the now dispatched walker by her hair he tugged he off and glanced back at Lucas with a whine.

Stepping forward Lucas thought his heart would burst wide open as he took in the sight of his big brother. He got down next to him and felt for his pulse, checking the side of his neck, a lump building in his throat. His pulse was thready, weak he needed treatment urgently. "Shane I swear if you die I'll kill you myself!" He all but sobbed, his medic training kicking in and he reached for his pack. The young mans' shaking hands grabbed a vial of morphine. These were small portable doses, designed for quick and easy relief of traumatic injuries.

He found the vein at the bend in Shane's arm and slowly inserted the needle. The powerful drug would help him relax and hopefully stay in his unconscious state. Next he looked through his supplies and found a clotting agent that should slow the bleeding, until he could get him back to where he was holed up. On a table and under a light where he could get a better look at him.

Now came the hard part, because even though Shane only had about two inches on him, his body mass was a different story entirely. Lucas snapped his fingers and Ruger grabbed a pant leg, helping to tote as much as he could as he growled in a determined manner. "Good boy, we're gonna save him…we're gonna save him." The process of dragging Shane through the woods was exhausting by itself. By the time he got him into the small building, he had scrubbed and gutted. Furnishing it into a run down but functional safety room. His arms were full of blood and cramping in protest. He panted against Shane's temple, pausing now and then to check his heart was still beating. Lucas was struggling "Stay with me…fuck..you're heavy." He cursed on the verge of physical exhaustion. He drug Shane to a table and table and hoisted him up, the tendons on his neck popping up as he grunted from the sheer effort it took to haul Shanes' bulk up and onto the bed. Lucas panted and stumbled slightly, strapping his sibling down just in case he woke up and he slumped against the wall. Taking his hand he slapped himself to clear his head and turned back to his brother who barely clung to life.

He couldn't wait a minute longer. He removed Shane's shirt, cutting the fabric with a pair of scissors and pulled it off. Then scrubbed his hands, and did his best to make a sterile field. The first thing he did was sanitize any area the walkers blood had touched. Next he started grabbing supplies a portable oxygen machine, stitching thread, gloves, saline, hydrogen peroxide and powerful antibiotics.

He started with the knife wound first, accessing the extent of the eternal damage, flushing it, and clamping off any vessels as he grabbed a lighter and a small rod of metal. Lighting a small gas stove he got the metal red hot and seared the vessel shut. Then he began wiping the wound with gauze, checking for anymore bleeding. Lucas gave a nod, then began stitching the laceration shut, fighting through hand cramps and fatigue as he pulled the two flaps of skin closer and closer together with each time he hooked the needle through and pulled the black thread taut.

Lastly he gave Shane a shot of antibiotics and he prepped himself to give blood. Flicking at his vein in his own arm to prime it, before he stuck the large needle in and attached the tubing to his Iv port. He sat by him, leaning close, resting his head on his chest. A soft sniffle the only sound between them. "Please come back to me.." He whispered pressing the smallest kiss to his brother' temple and he bit his own knuckle.

Lucas could put needles in people all day but having one in him was very triggering. He fought through the anxiety and after a few minutes, bandaged himself and went to rest against the wall hoping his efforts were enough. Days passed, Lucas continued nursing Shane to the best of his ability but he wasn't a doctor. His hope was starting to wane as a week passed. Then movement and he blinked as Shane became defensive. Lucas stepped out and Ruger growled softly to warn Shane no to make a move against his handler.

He approached Shane shushing him, slowly taking the spoon from him. "Shh, shh you're okay…you're safe." He reassured him "It's me Shane, it's Lucas..I patched you up.. I wasn't sure you were gonna pull through." There were deep shadows under his eyes evidence of his near constant vigil. Lucas turned to get him a glass of water but his body was at its' wits end, he staggered and leaned heavily against Shane's bed. He managed to hand him the small cup and winced. He ached all over. Using the last of his strength he climbed up into bed beside him, resting his head on Shane's chest. He dozed off listening to the sound of his heart beat, thrumming in his chest. It was stronger now and he murmured, almost slurring his words. "S-stay…Stay with me." For a fleeting moment Lucas was a small child again all snuggled up to his big brother. "You're all.....I have left.." His breathed became slow and even.

[aroaceweirdos101]

dream update: that damn room and so much more.

I picked the lock of that machine, and. I know what the room is for. there's no space in there, it's not a compartment to store tools, all that's behind that fucking lock is a USB port and the unmistakable pattern of holes that can only belong to a speaker.

I'm certain that room is an early version of the evil music device. he'd lock the victim in place with the pressure plates and then use the machine covered in buttons and levers and dials to tweak the sound from the other machine until it worked. explains why a room with a supercomputer in it is so low-security too, because it's obsolete.

via the walkie-talkie I told Taco about the malware room and asked if she wanted to poke around in there (perhaps find a weakness in the malware) and she said yes, so I left the building and essentially smuggled her into the room. (don't worry, there's a thick wall of fireglass behind the door so nothing can get in to attack her or anything)

I continued exploring the building while Taco was in the malware room, and oh boy the things I found.

what I'm calling the "ego room". it's just a big room full of posters of song. the fucking restraint it took for me to not just incinerate the entire room right then holy shit.

a room where more of those platforms were being built. I stole all the finished ones.

a room full of machines of unknown purpose. one of them looks like a machine from a series I made, that reads each and every detail of whatever is put into the large compartment with perfect precision and accuracy, revealing everything there is to know about it.

a room FULL of machines that look like they're used for some sort of diagnostics. there's very few buttons in that room and a lot of gauges and screens.

and now for the things I can't put into bullet points

I found a lab-looking room that honestly looks like something failed in there. perhaps more than one thing. there's a large machine attached to the back wall, the door of which is lying several feet away on the floor and there's a rather large area in front of it covered in soot. although that's weird too, because the way the soot stain is shaped it looks, for lack of a better word, glitchy.

there's also a machine with what looks like a screen on it, but the screen, the floor around it and a path to another machine that looks like a recovery center from BFDI, is covered in blood.

and there's a green box in there, just like the other one. which makes me wonder, what kind of machine would need as much power as an entire charging room?

but that's not even the biggest room I found! I think I found an experiment room too!

in the experiment room is a lot of machines of course, but also some computers, one of which was STILL ON. I'll get to that in a moment though.

there looks to be three different stations for a wheelable table to slot into, one with some sort of telescope-looking thing near it, one with various screens and speakers near it and one with a particular machine near it.

I call it a particular machine because of what was connected to it: loose wires. "oversized" loose wires that end in mostly clamp-looking things, but the other ones look like something one might plug into a phone or tablet.

there was also a table with papers on it, full of research I couldn't really understand. I think some of it was advanced calculus or something. there was (I stole it) a large red book with a white number 5 on it but all the text on the pages was too smudged to read. there were no other numbered books so idfk what that's about.

one more thing before I talk about the computer, there was a wheelable table placed haphazardly near one of the doors out into the hallway, an extra section folded out to make it wider. the door as well wasn't fully closed. I find this notable because the table without the extra section folded out is about the average size of a living phone. but WITH the extra section... it's about the size of a living tablet. which also happens to be wider than the door. suspicious.

okay, the computer. the computer was open to the bottom of a "KiwiMedia" page titled Obscure Operating Systems. there were only two other things on the computer: a password-protected picture titled WHERE IS THAT.png and an audio file titled default.mp3

but I also found a search history. and here it is, in chronological order:

unknown connection in meeple device

unknown connection in meeple device "-hack"

unknown connection in meeple device "-hack" "-virus"

list of connections in meeple products

meeple ^j "-meeple.​com"

technomancy

signs of technomancy

hidden OS list kiwimedia

BUT THAT'S NOT EVEN EVERYTHING. there's one more room I found, and I saved this until last because of what happened.

a room absolutely FULL of books on bookshelves. a complete fucking library. and at the end of the room what I saw made me FREEZE for a moment. at the end of that room, sitting on the floor and leaning against a wall, powered off, is a living tablet.

let me tell you the way I (quietly) RAN over there before realizing, oh. it's just one of song's creations. it's..not who I thought it was. sigh.

BUT. while I was exploring that room, I HEARD SONG. HE'S IN THE BUILDING. HE'S ON THIS FLOOR. I HEARD HIM SAY SOMETHING FROM ANOTHER ROOM. and what he said I'm still trying to decipher: "a secret in that thing's eyes, what is your link? "

and as fucking usual, this damn "plotmare" as I call it left me on a cliffhanger and I woke up about two seconds after he said that.

what the hell.

- 💭💥

THE PLOT THICKENS—

Are you planning on ambushing him or are you just gonna secretly follow him in hopes he'll lead you to where MePad is?

[anamelessdragon]

State of Shock | Chapter 13 | 1.5k

by NamelessDragon (@anamelessdragon)

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Excerpt:

The next time Ross personally met with Barnes, there were obvious growing signs of discomfort from his difficult imprisonment.

While sitting on a metal exam table and surrounded by working lab technicians, he now kept his eyes on nothing and no one. There was a grey cast to his face that hadn’t been there at the start of his sentence, emphasized by his severely shortened hair and the halo of bright lights that shone down on him. The left sleeve of his prison suit hung empty and loose at his side. Even when Ross was greeted by the collar technicians upon his arrival, Barnes gave no indication he’d noticed his presence.

As for the inhibitor collar, Ross saw the evidence of its consistent use in the red, swollen skin that bordered it. When the techs manipulated the area, Barnes allowed the contact without movement or protest, eyes unblinking and his right hand clamped around the edge of the exam table. When Ross stepped to the side, he could see that grip was white-knuckled.

But he also knew that Barnes would heal, even with continued poor treatment and lack of sleep. The man’s enhanced body was as much a machine as the piece of hardware around his neck.

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Bucky's pardon requires that he wear an artificially intelligent shock collar as a term of his release. Bucky accepts, knowing it's his only chance to get out and do some good in the world.

Unfortunately, there are plenty of people ready to severely misuse that power.

A retelling of TFATWS.

Pairings/Characters: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson, appearances by the general TFATWS cast

Warnings: Chapter 13 - trauma, torture

Author’s Note: A sooner chapter update than normal because this is a shorter interlude before we get to the very first full Sam POV chapter. This was mostly written before seeing CA: BNW yesterday evening - and, at this point, that movie’s canon and characterizations are very unlikely to change anything of the planned trajectory for this fic. But also, some of you that have already seen it can probably imagine why.

Still just the usual collar warnings at this point.

Read on AO3.

[a-vast-horizon]

Ink Demonth day 31: Revival

Ever since Henry had been captured by the Keepers, his life had been pain. They shocked him, stabbed him, tore him apart, trying to reduce him to a dripping puddle, trying to kill him.

It was almost nostalgic, in a twisted way. It reminded Henry of the months after Joey had put him through the Machine, the lengths he’d gone to trying to force Henry to be a perfect little Bendy before he’d eventually given up.

Even Joey had been able to tell that Henry wasn’t giving in, by the end. But Wilson and the Keepers were stubborn. Henry didn’t want to think of how much longer they’d keep trying to kill him before they gave up.

He didn’t want to think about how much longer he could outlast them.

He was wary when they brought the new device in, a large metal box with a hinge and a clamp. Did they intend to lock him away?

One of the Keepers pulled the lid open, and Henry froze.

The inside of the box was solid metal carved into a far too familiar form. A large head with rounded horns, a small and soft body. A mold of Bendy.

It wasn’t enough to try to kill me? You just had to follow in Joey’s footsteps, didn’t you?

He thrashed, pulling against his restraints with new desperation in a futile attempt to avoid a torture that promised to cut deeper than most. With the flick of a switch, the room was lit in rainbow electricity, and he froze in pain. The Keepers took the chance to unstrap him from the table, and he couldn’t do more than flinch as they lifted his dripping form off the table and set him down on top of the mold. 

The edges of the mold dug into his ink, already cutting his form in odd places, but he had no chance to adjust his position even a little before the lid was slammed down, trapping him.

There was no space in the mold, not even room for air. He screeched in pain, his ink melting out of necessity, flowing into the gaps of the mold because it had nowhere else to go. He could scarcely hear the mold being sealed shut, or the Keepers talking. He was desperate to find some way out, but the mold was airtight. Not even a drop of his ink could squeeze through the seams. 

Without warning, the metal mold was electrified, and Henry’s world lit up with the glowing colors he was coming to hate. He screamed as Wilson’s strange electricity coursed through the mold, through his very ink, setting every inch of him sparking with indescribable pain. He pounded against the walls of the mold, but they held solid. He was powerless, trapped.

And, to his horror, he realized that his ink was starting to solidify.

From his very first day as Joey’s prisoner, Henry had carried one reassurance with him. I will never become what Joey wants. I will never be Bendy. He’d spent years fighting and forcing himself through hell to claw out his own body, his own identity, in the shadow of what Joey had done to him.

And now Wilson was going to steal that away from him.

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Wilson had expected the Ink Demon to fight back against his forceful redesign. He’d expected the screams and roars, the shriek of claws scraping against the metal walls of the mold.

The howls were a surprise, but a promising one. The Ink Demon was wailing in an almost mournful way, the first sign he’d seen of any emotion other than anger or bloodthirst from it. That was a step in the right direction, to be sure, a good sign that his theory was sound.

The harmless little cartoon Bendy was woven into the Ink Demon’s origins, its very core, and they just needed to pull it back out. If he was right, the Ink Demon’s overwhelming power would be caged. If he was lucky, its violent personality would be, too.

The mold remained closed and electrified as the Ink Demon’s violent outbursts subsided, and as it wailed in despair, knowing it was caught. Once the noises seemed to have ceased, he waved a hand, and a Keeper switched the electricity off. Without the crackle and hum of the signal tower, another, quieter sound became audible: a soft whimper coming from the mold.

Wilson smiled. The Ink Demon had fallen by his hands, if not exactly how he would have liked.

“Open the mold,” he instructed, and the Keepers undid the latches, pulling the heavy top off as Wilson stepped closer.

Inside the mold was a figure that seemed to have just stepped out of one of the old cartoons. Short, rounded, and soft, with enormous eyes and a toothy mouth pulled into a frown; there was no hint of the towering, dripping, pointed demon left. Well, at least not until it caught sight of him. It bared its teeth into a mockery of a snarl, air whistling through its teeth with no accompanying growl. It raised a hand to cover its mouth, the ink that framed its face starting to drip ever so slowly.

Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly the Bendy that Joey Drew had once dreamed of bringing to life, but it clearly wasn’t the Ink Demon anymore, either. That was all he had really been after.

“The Ink Demon is no more!” he declared, though the room of Keepers didn’t care much for the sentiment. “Today marks a new dawn for the Cycle; the first day without its dark shadow hanging over the heads of every other resident. No more Joey, no more Ink Demon… now, the only one in control here is me.”

(read the whole thing on AO3 if you have an account!)

[bios-0307]

Almost all pilots fall apart in training. It's part of the objective of it, to smash their egos into beautiful, useless shards before melting them down into something new and useful. All those pesky pre-training memories, their original personality, beaten down and flattened into a fresh slate to make a new killing machine out of in the simulators.

Sometimes though, a pilot doesn't break that way. It's rare, but there are a handful who take to the training well, who need less beating to follow orders, who come out with their mind intact.

She's one of them. The only one in her squad - in fact, in the whole base. The others cling to their handler or mech like a lost child when they're off the battlefield, all quaking limbs and puppy dog eyes, desperately waiting for the moment they can plug back in for their next hit of combat stims and dopamine rewards. Not her though.

When she gets back to base, after recovering from the neural de-linking, she climbs out of the cockpit under her own power. She doesn't need someone else to clean her, and she's never found trying to sneak into her handler's bed at night. In briefings, she not only pays attention, she asks for clarification on mission-critical details.

And her handler hates it all.

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A lone handler stands over the holo-map table, surrounded by her analysis support crew and a dozen telemetry feeds. Despite the chaos of the battlefield, the control room is largely quiet, the muffled sounds of combat feeds playing over one-ear headsets and quiet humming from the plethora of embedded computers punctuated by callouts and the handler's enthusiastic praise toward her squad.

On the table, a barrage of translucent blue missiles silently splash against an enemy bunker, and the handler contacts the pilot that fired them to shoot off a quick "Good girl" as the mech delivers a dopamine reward, her way of reinforcing the reward mechanism to make controlling the pilots outside their mechs easier.

She spots another unit in the squad bisecting an enemy mech with its pulse blade and radios to it, the words "Well done, hound," quietly slipping from her lips.

"Ma'am, I told you to stop calling me that. I have a name and a pilot ID number that both work perfectly fine for professional communications," comes an exasperated response over the line, causing the handler's face to pull back into a sneer.

"Pilot, I will call you whatever I deem appropriate. As we've been over, you belong to the military, and therefore me, as your CO, for the duration of your service."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just drop the sexual harassment and I'll stop talking back." The mech's miniature counterpart spins around and gouges out the core module of a rushing enemy unit, as if to punctuate its pilot's demand.

Members of the support crew glance at the handler and each other as she mutes her side of the radio again, her knuckles white around the hand microphone.

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Dear, your little 'outburst' earlier may not have been the brightest idea. Maintenance crew reports that your handler is waiting at our bay in the hangar.

The pilot groans at that report from her mech. Looking through its eyes as they approach base, she contemplates staying out longer just to avoid the coming confrontation.

That would simply make things worse. I recommend taking a head-on approach. If you would like, I can keep the core module sealed until you have recovered from disconnecting.

"Urgh, it's still weird that you can do that over the neural link. That would be good though, I don't want to deal with her while I'm still nauseous." The pilot pauses for a moment. "Do you think she figured out we asked for the reward systems to be tweaked down?"

Querying maintenance crew... no.

She lets out a relieved breath and begins maneuvering into the hangar. Once the mech is situated in the docking clamps, the cables wired into her back pop out with a series of clicks, sensory input and systems feedback from the mech going dizzyingly black with each thump of the thick wire bundles landing on the floor of the cockpit.

From outside comes the faint hydraulic hissing of the embarkment bridge extending, followed shortly by a series of clanging sounds. The pilot wobblily raises her head to look into the mech's sole internal camera, and its soothing voice comes over the wireless link alongside a low-quality video feed showing their handler on the bridge, flanked by a pair of technicians.

Take your time, love. I'll keep her out for now.

The pilot faintly registers the sound of the mech's voice coming through its external speakers, saying something about locked joints and pistons, as she clumsily shakes her limbs to get used to moving them again and tries to clear the spinning in her head from the disconnect.

Eventually, she pulls herself up from the pilot's cradle and the cockpit door thumps and whirs open to reveal her handler's disgruntled face, which quickly morphs into a facsimile of gentleness. Underneath it, the furrowed brow and half-smile betray her real feelings.

"Welcome back, my loyal dog," she says, reaching down to try to lift the pilot from the cockpit.

Ew. "Is that all you're here to say? I can walk on my own, so move. Or is this some kind of power play, trying to block me in here until I let you play out your weird petplay fantasy on me?"

The handler recoils. "You should be grateful that I'm even here to greet you!" she shrieks. "Not every dog has a handler so caring!"

The pilot steps up onto the bridge and roughly shoves her aside, striding across the bridge followed by a hail of obscenities. She breaks into a run just outside the hanger door, rushing out a checkpoint into the cool outside air of the base's grounds. In a minute she's past another checkpoint, into the on-base housing, slowing to a walk as she heads for the multiple-occupancy units.

Most of the pilots are assigned to special bunks near the hangar, but she has a special exception. It's a nice spot on base to live, since most of the units belong to non-combat personnel with families, and they're by and large nice neighbors.

Even if I can't read your thoughts over the wireless link, I can still see where you are, dear. You're supposed to be going for a debriefing.

"They can debrief me tomorrow, and you know pilots are only supposed to get those as a formality. They're more than happy to cancel them for the others."

The others can't respond to a yes or no question. You can.

"Tomorrow. I'm not dealing with my handler again today."

She jogs up the few stairs in front of one of the houses, pulls a key from a chain around her neck, and opens the door. Inside, the lights are already on. She walks past the living room into the kitchen and calls out a gentle "I'm home!" to the person asleep at the table, before laying a hand on her shoulder and gently shaking her awake.

She groggily opens her eyes and looks up, then all traces of exhaustion disappears as she bolts up excitedly and wraps her arms around the pilot.

"You're back!" she exclaims, holding her tight. "I didn't think you'd be done tonight!"

"Ah. Op went quick this time. It's good to be back, babe," the pilot replies, returning the hug and basking in the smell of her strawberry shampoo.

"Eugh. You smell like sweat and oil. Go take a shower, I'll throw something together for you to eat. If you don't want anything in particular I'm just going to heat up leftovers."

"Leftovers sound really good right now honestly. You're the best, babe." The pilot releases her wife and heads off to to the bathroom, but pauses for a moment. She checks the indicator on her implants to make sure her mech will hear her, then takes a deep breath.

"I'm going to talk to the base HR office tomorrow, see if they can do something about my handler."

Trying to start some toxic yuri shit with this mech pilot, but she's well adjusted and happily married. I called her my loyal dog and she filed an HR report fuuuuuuuuck

[zlstonemachine]

How to Use a 5-Axis Bridge Saw: A Professional’s Guide

A 5-axis bridge saw plays a big role in cutting stone with accuracy. It carves out complex shapes without much effort. Workers shape materials fast while using less waste. This machine speeds up work in big projects. Knowing how to run it keeps things safe and smooth. Handling a 5-axis bridge saw takes focus. Setting it up the right way ensures sharp cuts. The right steps prevent damage and keep workers safe. This guide shows the best way to use a 5-axis bridge saw.

Many companies search for a 5-axis bridge saw for sale in USA to boost work speed. Learning how to use one helps businesses get the most out of their money. This guide covers setup, operation, maintenance, and safety tips.

Tips to Professional Use a 5 Axis Bridge Saw for Precision Cutting Job

Setting Up the 5-Axis Bridge Saw

Setting up the machine correctly makes it run well. Place it on a solid floor to stop shaking. Plug it into a power source that matches its needs. Tighten all parts before starting.

Adjust the saw based on the maker’s instructions. Line up the blade and check if the cutting head moves freely. Bad alignment leads to messy cuts and wasted materials. Make sure water flows properly to cool the blade.

Pick the right settings for the material and you can ask to top axis bridge saw Machine Suppliers in USA to know more. Punch in the right numbers on the control panel, and double-check them before starting. Following these steps helps the saw slice with precision.

Operating the 5-Axis Bridge Saw

Check if safety covers are in place before turning on the saw. Place the material firmly on the table. Use clamps to keep it from slipping.

Program the cutting path on the CNC control panel. Enter the right numbers for angles and size. The machine follows the instructions to make perfect cuts. Watch the first few cuts to confirm alignment.

Let the machine do its job without interference. Wait for it to finish before making changes. Keep hands away from the blade. Inspect the blade often to see if it needs replacing.

Proper Maintenance and Rectifying the Problem

Cleaning the machine regularly keeps it in top shape. Dust and debris should be removed after every use. Loose screws should be tightened, and old parts should be replaced. Lubricate with oil moving parts to reduce the wear. Also, check how the water-cooling system will work. Change dull or cracked blades quickly If the saw stops working, turn it off right away. Look for software issues or broken parts. Read the manual or call the supplier for help. Fixing problems fast avoids long delays.

Safety Measures for Operators

Workers must follow safety rules at all times. Wear gloves and safety glasses. Keep the workspace tidy to prevent accidents.

Only trained people should run the saw. Using it the wrong way can cause injuries. Always follow the maker’s safety rules.

Emergency stop buttons should stay easy to reach. Go over safety steps with workers often. Staying safe prevents serious injuries.

The End Note

A 5-axis bridge saw makes it easier and faster to cut stone. The right setup will yield clean results. Maintenance of the saw keeps it running well. Safety steps ensure protection for workers. Businesses looking for a 5-axis bridge saw for sale in USA need a good quality machine. Purchasing from reputable suppliers means durable equipment.

Zhongli Machinery Manufacturing Co., Ltd. is one of the leading axis bridge saw machine suppliers in USA. Their machines cut with precision and last a long time. The right machine helps businesses work faster and better.

Contact us

[stvcnc]

4x8 CNC Plasma Table Setup Tips for Precision Cuts

A 4x8 CNC Plasma Table is a powerful tool for metalworkers, fabricators, and industrial shops looking to achieve accurate and efficient cuts. However, to get the most out of your machine, proper setup is crucial. In this guide, we’ll walk through essential setup tips to help you get clean, precise cuts every time.

1. Choose a Stable and Level Surface

Before you begin any cutting work, make sure your 4x8 CNC Plasma Table is installed on a solid, level surface. Uneven flooring can lead to table vibrations, affecting cut quality and accuracy. Use a spirit level to adjust and align the table legs properly.

2. Calibrate Your Table Accurately

One of the most important steps in setup is calibration. Take time to:

Square the gantry

Check for backlash in the drive system

Ensure the torch is perpendicular to the table

Calibration errors can lead to poor cuts and wasted material. Most CNC plasma table software includes a calibration tool—use it regularly to maintain precision.

3. Optimize Torch Height Control (THC)

Torch Height Control is vital for clean and consistent cuts. Make sure your THC system is:

Enabled and active

Properly set to the material thickness

Responsive to surface variations

On a 4x8 CNC Plasma Table, maintaining the ideal torch-to-material distance helps reduce slag and ensures even cutting across the full sheet size.

4. Secure and Ground the Material

Improper grounding or loose material can lead to poor cut quality and even safety hazards. Use clamps or magnetic holders to keep your metal sheet flat and firmly in place. Additionally, double-check that your grounding clamp is properly attached to the workpiece for a steady arc.

5. Use High-Quality Consumables

Precision cutting isn’t just about setup—it also depends on the quality of your consumables. Always use clean, compatible tips, electrodes, and shields for your 4x8 CNC Plasma Table. Worn parts can lead to rough edges, excessive dross, and inconsistent cuts.

6. Fine-Tune Your Cutting Parameters

The cut quality depends on your feed rate, amperage, and air pressure. Here’s a quick guideline:

Too fast = Incomplete cuts

Too slow = Excessive slag and melting

Low pressure = Rough, jagged cuts

Too much amperage = Wider kerf and reduced detail

Test your settings on a scrap piece before committing to the final workpiece.

7. Keep the Table Clean

Debris, dust, and metal slag can build up over time, interfering with the movement of your machine. Regularly clean the slats and remove any leftover material after each job. A clean table supports smoother gantry movement and reduces chances of cut errors.

Setting up your 4x8 CNC Plasma Table correctly is the key to achieving professional-level precision in your metalworking projects. With attention to detail and regular maintenance, your table can deliver clean, accurate cuts for years to come. Always refer to your machine’s manual and safety guidelines before starting.

[suhasinikirloskar1]

Boost Machining Efficiency with the Right Clamping System: From ER Collets to Zero Point Solutions

In the fast-evolving world of CNC machining and precision engineering, the importance of choosing the right toolholding and workholding systems cannot be overstated. Whether you are focused on high-speed milling, intricate turning, or complex multi-axis machining, selecting the appropriate system can greatly influence productivity, precision, and surface finish. In this blog, we explore five of the most widely used and advanced technologies in this domain: Hydro Grip, ER Collet Chucks, Shrinkfit, Zero Point Clamping Systems, and Electromagnetic Chucks.

1. Hydro Grip: Precision Under Pressure

Hydro grip toolholders utilize hydraulic pressure to achieve a high clamping force on the cutting tool. Known for their exceptional vibration damping and concentricity, hydro grip holders are ideal for applications that require high surface finish and tool longevity. These holders are particularly suited for high-speed machining and fine milling operations, where minimal runout and superior stability are crucial.

2. ER Collet Chucks: Versatile and Economical

The ER collet chuck remains a popular and versatile toolholding solution across a wide range of applications. It can hold drills, taps, reamers, and end mills with various shank sizes using different collet sizes in the same chuck. Their relatively low cost, wide availability, and easy setup make them a favorite in both production and prototyping environments. While not as rigid as some high-end systems, ER chucks offer excellent value and flexibility.

3. Shrinkfit: Heat for High Performance

Shrinkfit holders offer a secure and precise grip on cutting tools by using thermal expansion. The holder is heated to expand the bore, allowing the tool to be inserted, and then it contracts as it cools, gripping the tool tightly. This method provides high concentricity, superior holding power, and is particularly effective in high-speed applications. Although it requires specialized heating equipment, the results are worth it for operations demanding maximum rigidity.

4. Zero Point Clamping Systems: Reduce Setup Time

When it comes to workholding, zero point clamping systems revolutionize how quickly and accurately parts can be positioned on the machine table. By using pneumatic or hydraulic pressure to lock pallets or fixtures into repeatable locations, these systems drastically reduce setup times and improve productivity. Ideal for batch production and modular setups, zero point systems enable rapid changeovers without sacrificing precision.

5. Electromagnetic Chucks: Ideal for Ferrous Materials

For applications involving ferrous workpieces, electromagnetic chucks provide a flexible and non-invasive workholding solution. By using a magnetic field to hold the workpiece, they eliminate the need for mechanical clamps, reducing deformation and allowing machining on multiple sides. Electromagnetic chucks are particularly valuable in grinding, milling, and light-duty machining applications, and their ability to be switched on and off simplifies loading and unloading.

[chitaqua-toast]

Okay. So. I hate the overhead lights. They give me migraines and I generally will be A Pissy Asshole till I realize the reason I feel continuously under attack is someone left the overhead on.

But I’m also a crafter with corrective lenses who turns 50 later this year.

So I have a warm/too-dim table arm lamp beside my spot on the couch for daytimes in the living room, a dimmable & tone-selective overhead in my room, as well as a floor lamp that’s set to Red 2% Power 24/7. I now also have a clamp light bar that’s super bright, super white, and is my $25 fix for Medusa, my vintage “badge” Japanese sewing machine, whose light was missing when I got her & who is attached to a drop-table, so I can’t easily access her socket to figure out what size bulb she takes.

Bonus: I can declamp the light bar and move it to my desk when working jewelry or painting.

i see a lot of neurodivergent people talk about how they can't handle bright white overhead lighting at home, so their preference is to have warm/yellow bulbs in lamps as the main source of household lighting, often with colouful neon lights/fairylights/candles as other secondary lighting sources. I feel like this is actually more common than we think but maybe there are some insane people who love or at least are indifferent to bright white overhead lighting. so poll time.

if you say bright white overhead lighting is your main lighting preference please tell me why

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The Ultimate Guide to Hydraulic Pipe Repair: Causes, Methods, and Best Practices

Hydraulic systems are the backbone of many industrial operations, heavy machinery, and even some automotive applications. These systems rely heavily on hydraulic pipes to transfer pressurized fluid, ensuring seamless operation. But when a hydraulic pipe fails, it can lead to costly downtime, safety hazards, and operational disruptions. That’s why understanding hydraulic pipe repair is essential for maintenance teams and operators alike.

In this comprehensive guide, we’ll delve into everything you need to know about hydraulic pipe repair—from identifying signs of damage to executing efficient fixes and preventing future issues.

Table of Contents

What Are Hydraulic Pipes?

Common Causes of Hydraulic Pipe Damage

Signs Your Hydraulic Pipe Needs Repair

Types of Hydraulic Pipe Repair Methods

Step-by-Step Hydraulic Pipe Repair Process

Tools and Equipment Used in Hydraulic Pipe Repair

Preventative Maintenance Tips

When to Replace vs. Repair a Hydraulic Pipe

Safety Guidelines During Hydraulic Pipe Repairs

Conclusion

1. What Are Hydraulic Pipes?

Hydraulic pipes are tubes or hoses designed to carry hydraulic fluid under pressure. These pipes form an integral part of hydraulic systems used in a wide range of industries including:

Construction and mining equipment

Agricultural machinery

Aircraft systems

Manufacturing plants

Marine operations

They are typically made from steel, stainless steel, rubber, or thermoplastic materials, and come in rigid or flexible varieties.

2. Common Causes of Hydraulic Pipe Damage

Understanding what causes hydraulic pipe failure can help you prevent damage and extend system longevity. Here are some of the most common causes:

Abrasion and wear: Pipes that rub against machinery or other surfaces can develop thin spots or leaks.

High pressure: Exceeding the pipe’s pressure rating can cause ruptures or bursting.

Corrosion: Exposure to moisture, chemicals, or salt can corrode metal pipes over time.

Improper installation: Bends, twists, or kinks during installation can weaken pipe structure.

Aging materials: Over time, rubber hoses may crack and metal pipes may fatigue.

External impacts: Falling objects or collisions can physically damage pipes.

3. Signs Your Hydraulic Pipe Needs Repair

Early detection is key to avoiding catastrophic failures. Look out for these common warning signs:

Leaking fluid: Pools of fluid or a drop in hydraulic fluid levels may indicate a leak.

Reduced system performance: Sluggish movement or lack of power could stem from pressure loss.

Whistling or hissing sounds: These noises often signal escaping fluid through a small crack or pinhole.

Bulging or cracking: Visibly worn-out pipes are at risk of bursting and need attention.

Overheating: Leaks or blockages can disrupt fluid flow, leading to system overheating.

4. Types of Hydraulic Pipe Repair Methods

The right hydraulic pipe repair method depends on the type, location, and severity of the damage. Here are the most commonly used techniques:

a. Patch Repair

For minor leaks or pinholes, a patch repair using epoxy, rubber clamps, or hydraulic pipe repair tape can be a temporary fix.

b. Welding and Brazing

For metal hydraulic pipes, welding or brazing can restore structural integrity. This method is best suited for larger cracks or breaks.

c. Replacement of Pipe Section

Sometimes the best option is to cut out the damaged section and replace it with a new pipe or hose using connectors.

d. Crimping

Crimping involves attaching fittings to the ends of flexible hoses using specialized machines. It's often used in hose repair.

e. Swaging and Flanging

These methods involve reshaping the pipe ends to ensure a tight seal with new connectors or fittings.

5. Step-by-Step Hydraulic Pipe Repair Process

Let’s walk through a typical hydraulic pipe repair process:

Step 1: Shut Down the System

Turn off the machine and depressurize the system to prevent fluid ejection and injury.

Step 2: Inspect the Damage

Identify the location and severity of the damage. Use UV dye or inspection tools to detect small leaks.

Step 3: Remove the Damaged Section

Use pipe cutters or wrenches to remove the affected portion. If it's a flexible hose, disconnect both ends.

Step 4: Prepare the New Section

Cut a new piece of pipe or hose to the required length. Clean the ends thoroughly to ensure a proper seal.

Step 5: Install New Pipe or Fittings

Securely attach new fittings using crimping, threading, or welding techniques depending on the material.

Step 6: Test for Leaks

Pressurize the system slowly and inspect for leaks. Tighten connections or redo if necessary.

Step 7: Resume Operation

Once the repair is verified, resume operations while monitoring performance closely for a short period.

6. Tools and Equipment Used in Hydraulic Pipe Repair

Professional hydraulic pipe repair requires specialized tools, including:

Pipe cutters and tube benders

Hydraulic hose crimpers

Wrenches and spanners

Leak detection spray or UV dye

Welding and brazing kits

Thread sealants and PTFE tape

Hydraulic fluid and spill kits

Pressure gauges and testers

Investing in quality tools ensures faster and more reliable repairs.

7. Preventative Maintenance Tips

Preventative maintenance is often the best way to reduce the need for hydraulic pipe repairs. Here’s what you should do:

Conduct routine inspections of all hydraulic lines.

Replace aging hoses before they show visible damage.

Check for proper routing to avoid sharp bends and contact with hot or abrasive surfaces.

Maintain correct pressure levels within the system.

Flush and replace fluid at recommended intervals.

Label and document repairs for tracking wear patterns over time.

8. When to Replace vs. Repair a Hydraulic Pipe

Repair may be quicker, but it's not always the safest or most cost-effective option. Consider the following:

Repair if:

The damage is superficial (e.g., small leak or crack).

It’s a new pipe still under warranty.

Downtime must be minimized temporarily.

It’s a flexible hose with replaceable fittings.

Replace if:

The pipe is old and worn.

Multiple leaks are detected.

There’s extensive corrosion or material fatigue.

The damage affects system integrity or safety.

Proper assessment is key. Don’t risk larger failures by opting for a quick fix when a replacement is needed.

9. Safety Guidelines During Hydraulic Pipe Repairs

Hydraulic systems can be dangerous if not handled properly. Always follow these safety protocols:

Wear PPE: Gloves, eye protection, and coveralls are essential.

Depressurize before work: Never attempt repair on a live system.

Avoid skin contact with hydraulic fluid; it can be toxic and cause injection injuries.

Work in well-ventilated areas, especially when using welding or adhesives.

Use tools properly to avoid accidental damage or injury.

Label and isolate repaired areas to alert other operators.

Conclusion

Hydraulic pipe repair is a critical maintenance skill that ensures machinery stays operational, safe, and efficient. From patching leaks to replacing sections, each repair method plays a vital role in system longevity. However, the best way to deal with hydraulic pipe issues is to prevent them through regular inspections and maintenance.

By understanding the causes, signs, repair methods, and safety practices, you’ll be well-equipped to handle hydraulic pipe repairs effectively. Whether you're a technician, a plant manager, or a DIY enthusiast, this knowledge is invaluable in reducing downtime and extending the lifespan of your hydraulic systems.

For long-term reliability, consider working with certified hydraulic maintenance professionals who bring the right tools, experience, and expertise to every job. And always remember: what seems like a small leak today can turn into a major failure tomorrow—act early, and act wisely.

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VEVOR Commercial Electric Meat Bone Saw Machine 1500W: Revolutionizing Precision and Efficiency in the Kitchen

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Why Choose the VEVOR Meat Bone Saw Machine?

Unmatched Power and Performance At the heart of the VEVOR Meat Bone Saw Machine lies its impressive 1500W motor. This high-powered engine ensures that even the toughest cuts—be it beef ribs, pork shoulders, or poultry bones—are handled with ease. Unlike manual saws or cheaper alternatives, this machine delivers consistent performance without straining or overheating, making it ideal for both small-scale operations and larger commercial kitchens.

The motor’s strength is complemented by its smooth operation, which minimizes vibrations during use. This stability not only enhances safety but also allows for precise cuts every time. Whether you’re portioning large cuts of meat for sale or prepping ingredients for a busy dinner service, the VEVOR ensures that no bone is too challenging to tackle.

Durable Stainless Steel Blade One of the standout features of this machine is its stainless steel blade. Designed for durability and hygiene, the blade resists rust and corrosion, ensuring longevity even with frequent use. Its sharpness remains intact over extended periods, reducing the need for constant sharpening or replacements.

The blade’s construction also makes it easy to clean, a critical factor when handling raw meat products. Food safety regulations demand meticulous cleanliness, and the VEVOR’s blade simplifies compliance by resisting bacterial buildup and being dishwasher-safe (where applicable). For professionals who prioritize hygiene alongside functionality, this is a significant advantage.

Compact Countertop Design Space is often at a premium in kitchens and workshops, which is why the VEVOR Meat Bone Saw Machine’s compact workbench design is such a boon. Despite its powerful capabilities, the machine occupies minimal space on countertops or tables, making it perfect for environments where real estate is limited.

Its ergonomic layout includes a sturdy base that prevents wobbling during operation, while the adjustable height accommodates users of varying statures. The intuitive controls are within easy reach, allowing operators to focus on their tasks without unnecessary distractions. This thoughtful design ensures that the VEVOR fits seamlessly into any workspace, enhancing productivity without cluttering the area.

How Does the VEVOR Meat Bone Saw Machine Work? Understanding how this machine operates can help users maximize its potential. Here’s a step-by-step breakdown:

Preparation: Begin by securing the meat or bone on the workbench using the provided clamps. This step is crucial for maintaining stability and preventing slippage during cutting. Adjustments: Depending on the thickness required, adjust the blade guide to achieve the desired cut size. The VEVOR offers flexibility in customization, catering to different preferences and recipes. Operation: Once everything is set up, simply press the power button to activate the motor. The blade will begin moving at a steady pace, slicing through the material effortlessly. Operators can guide the piece gently along the blade for optimal results. Safety Features: Safety is a top priority with the VEVOR Meat Bone Saw Machine. It comes equipped with protective guards around the blade to prevent accidental contact. Additionally, an emergency stop button provides peace of mind in case of unexpected situations. Cleanup: After use, detach the blade and other removable components for thorough cleaning. Most parts are dishwasher-safe, though handwashing with mild detergent is recommended for longevity. Applications Across Industries The versatility of the VEVOR Meat Bone Saw Machine extends beyond traditional kitchens. Let’s take a look at some industries where this equipment shines:

Butcher Shops For butchers, precision is key. The VEVOR allows them to portion meat accurately, ensuring minimal waste and maximum yield. Its ability to handle various types of bones—from delicate fish spines to dense beef femurs—makes it indispensable for daily operations.

Restaurants and Catering Services Chefs rely on consistency to maintain quality across dishes. With the VEVOR, they can prepare uniform portions of meat for soups, stews, and roasts. This consistency enhances presentation and customer satisfaction, ultimately boosting business success.

Home Cooking Enthusiasts While primarily marketed toward professionals, the VEVOR is equally suitable for home cooks who love experimenting with new recipes. From deboning poultry for homemade stock to slicing racks of lamb for special occasions, this machine opens up endless possibilities.

Educational Institutions Culinary schools benefit greatly from investing in reliable equipment like the VEVOR. Students gain hands-on experience with industry-standard tools, preparing them for careers in hospitality and foodservice sectors.

Advantages Over Competitors When compared to similar products on the market, the VEVOR Meat Bone Saw Machine holds several advantages:

Cost-Effectiveness: Despite its premium features, the VEVOR offers excellent value for money. Its durable build and low maintenance requirements translate to long-term savings. Ease of Use: Intuitive controls and straightforward assembly make it accessible even for beginners. No specialized training is needed to operate the machine effectively. Customer Support: VEVOR is known for its responsive customer service team, ready to assist with troubleshooting or replacement parts if needed. Energy Efficiency: The 1500W motor strikes a balance between power and energy consumption, ensuring efficient performance without skyrocketing electricity bills. Tips for Maximizing Your VEVOR Experience To get the most out of your VEVOR Meat Bone Saw Machine, consider these tips:

Regular Maintenance: Keep the blade sharp and lubricated to ensure smooth cuts. Inspect the machine periodically for signs of wear and tear. Proper Storage: When not in use, store the machine in a dry, dust-free environment to prolong its lifespan. Follow Safety Guidelines: Always adhere to the manufacturer’s instructions regarding usage and care. Wear appropriate protective gear, such as gloves and goggles, during operation. Experiment with Recipes: Don’t limit yourself to basic cuts. Try new techniques, such as Frenching lamb chops or creating intricate bone sculptures for decorative purposes. Conclusion The VEVOR Commercial Electric Meat Bone Saw Machine 1500W is more than just a piece of equipment—it’s a testament to innovation, reliability, and craftsmanship. Its combination of raw power, precision engineering, and user-friendly design sets it apart from competitors, making it an invaluable asset for anyone involved in meat preparation. Whether you’re running a bustling restaurant, managing a local butcher shop, or honing your skills at home, the VEVOR promises to elevate your workflow and deliver exceptional results every time.

Investing in the VEVOR Meat Bone Saw Machine isn’t just about acquiring a tool; it’s about embracing efficiency, creativity, and excellence in your craft. So why wait? Transform your kitchen or workshop today with this remarkable piece of technology—and experience firsthand what true culinary mastery feels like.