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Mean Streak (reader's version)

Osamu is the world’s most perfect boyfriend: Sweet, doting, protective. He’d give you the world—but what happens when you ask him to be mean to you?

Pairing: dom!Osamu x sub!fem!reader

Words: 4.6k

Contains: soft! to mean!dom!Osamu, brat!reader, light breathplay, dumbification, dacryphilia, praise kink, degradation, oral sex (f!receiving), overstimulation, piv sex, ruined orgasm, desk sex, chair sex, roughness, spanking, mention of a safeword, little hint of size difference, O calls R “baby girl,” “baby,” “little girl,” “dumb girl,” “good girl,” yes this was a wild ride

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked, Yachi’s version on ao3. Couldn’t decide if I wanted this to be x Yachi or x reader, so…I did both.

You’re pretty sure your boyfriend has a mean streak. He is Miya Atsumu’s twin brother, after all. They’re cut from the same cloth, mixed from the same pool of genes, but his temper is slower to rise than his brother’s. Even when he’s mad, he has a level of self-control unlike anyone else’s.

Instead of yelling at the toro supplier that’s actively trying to screw him over, he chokes down his words under a frustrated, throaty growl.

Instead of snapping at the customer trying to claim her food isn’t fresh, he smiles and offers a coupon while slicing a cucumber with so much force that the veins in his arm bulge.

Instead of putting Atsumu in his place before he starts getting annoying, your boyfriend just waits for his twin to make a fool of himself before calling him a few names that cut him straight to the core.

But, when you try to get him to be mean to you, all he does is raise his brow at you and pull you closer to his chest.

It’s hardly fair.

“You can have all the attention you want,” he chuckles every time you ask. Tucked in his lap, pressed up against his chest, the kindness in his words brings a pout to your lips. “I’ll spoil you until you cry—but baby, I can’t be mean to you.”

An idea forms while you’re waiting for Osamu to lock up the onigiri shop. Bored after finishing your last college class of the day, you’re just twiddling your thumbs while Osamu counts cash in his office. 

The first thing he did when you emerged through the shop door was vent about his day. First, there were more customers than he planned for, each one more impatient than the last that their onigiri had to be made fresh instead of grab-and-go. Then, one of the cashiers forgot that they had a dentist appointment and had to leave in the middle of the lunch rush. And, topping it all off, it’s Friday, which means that he has to close out the week’s worth of cash, and he keeps coming up with a different total every time he counts the bills.

Osamu is stressed. You would like to help him fix that.

You perch on his desk chair—stolen from in front of his computer—in the middle of the kitchen. It gives you a perfect view of Osamu, standing in front of his desk, framed by the bright white molding surrounding the back office door. But also, it means that he’s far away—at least, far enough that he’s not in arm’s reach, and that just won’t do.

Normally, you’d get up and drag the chair into his office to lean against him, or even give yourself a power nap snuggled up in the corner, under the ultra-coze industrial heat vent. But this time, you have a plan.

“Osamu,” you call, “aren’t you done yet?”

He sighs. It’s not at you (he would never), but at the fact that he just got pulled out of counting again. He drops the bills on the desk, sighs a second time, and picks them back up to start over. “I’ll be ready to go in a minute.”

A small part of you feels bad for provoking him, but you’re so curious, so needy for a side of Osamu that you never get to see—that you keep up the pressure. You whine, draping your arms on the prep table in front of you and pressing your cheek against your bicep. This time, Osamu slams the bills down, all but crushing the stack of paper under his hand. 

You imagine white-hot stings that turn to red marks, then pretty purple bruises. You think the sound of skin on skin would be much nicer than skin on paper, and the idea makes heat crawl up the back of your neck.

“For the love of,” your boyfriend says, starting to sound perturbed. “Baby, what?”

Honestly, how well this is going comes as a surprise. All you have to do is sniff, turn your nose up at Osamu’s baffled face, and give him your best pout, jutting your lip out so he can see the glimmer of saliva atop kissable skin.

You imagine him grabbing you by the back of your neck, forcing your lips open, and shoving his cock into your mouth to wipe the pout off your face. It’s a good thing the shop is chilly: you don’t have to hide the shiver that electrifies your core.

Then, you see him raise an eyebrow.

He holds up an arm, palm facing the ceiling, fingers outstretched. He’s so muscular, so invitingly warm in a dark blue t-shirt. It’s a soft one; it’s one of your favorites because of the color, the way it feels against your cheek, and the way it skims his arms.

Arms that can carry several restaurant-size bags of rice.

Arms that you wish were carrying you right now.

“C’mere.” His voice is like sugar. The sound of him beckoning you makes your face run hot, and you feel yourself almost giving in right then and there. He speaks gently, without judgment; like he understands you completely, like your acting up is a symptom, not a cause. 

You don't expect punishment when he talks to you like this. So, you swallow, remembering what you set out to do. You fidget, knees knocking together, and find stability in gripping the cool metal of Onigiri Miya’s prep counter. 

“No.”

Osamu looks at you like you just slapped him. His arm drops to his side while he, slack-jawed, tilts his head. “What did you just say?”

It’s a chance to change your mind, to whine and fall into your boyfriend’s loving arms so he can caress your cheeks and fuck the bad mood out of you. You could choose to let him spoil you with the attention you crave until you’re teary-eyed and babbling, giggling with the joy of having your needs answered with a loving touch.

But then, you see the tightness in Osamu’s jaw. Your legs feel hot.

“I said no,” you huff.

Osamu stares at you for a beat, studying you while the air in between you thickens, growing warm and sticky with tension. You try to hold still and steady so he doesn’t come to the conclusion that you don't really want this.

“Come over here and let me look at you.” 

You sit still for a second too long, because he adds, “Now, baby.”

As soon as you’re within arm’s reach, he seizes you by the waist and yanks you into him. You stumble forward, crashing into his chest with a soft thump. With his free hand, he grabs your chin, balancing your face between his thumb and forefinger to force you to look at him. He licks his lips while he observes you, and you wriggles because he’s so close, his skin is so warm, you want his tongue on you—

He squeezes your hip hard enough to make you whine. “Stop.”

Osamu backs you up until your thighs brush against his desk. He nudges you, lowering his palm until he gets a stable grip to lift you onto its surface, now with stacks of bills tucked hastily back into the cash register drawer. “Are you going to tell me why you’re being such a brat?”

He strokes a thumb across your lower lip. Spurred on by your own tingling desire, you open your mouth to invite his finger in. When he presses his thumb down on your tongue, making you drool and whine against his finger, he sighs; it’s shuddering, a messy blend of disappointment, relief, and lust. 

“Was this all you wanted, baby girl? My attention?” His soft tone draws you in. Your head tips forward until he catches you with his other hand, now stroking your cheek. He’s chuckling, now, and uses his hold on your mouth to make your nod. It’s a sign, symbolic of the fact that he always knows what you want, even if you don’t. 

You whine around his thumb, and he instantly shushes you. Gently, so gently, too gently, he cradles your head and guides you to rest against his shoulder. His muscles betray him; though his voice and the touches he’s controlling are soft, the subconscious tension in his arms is tight like a loaded spring.

Releasing his thumb, you mumble, “Want you to be mean.”

He coos, tutting at you as if you’re a toddler demanding a unicorn for your birthday. “You know I can’t do that. Besides, I don’t think that’s what you actually want.”

You blink up at him, eyes already glassy. You see the face of a man in love and drunk on it; he smiles sweetly, with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, but there’s something else. A flash of cruelty in his eyes, a tension in his neck.

“‘Mean’ means that I leave you like this,” he continues, nonchalant. “‘Mean’ means that I take you back to your dorm for you to take care of this all by yourself.”

He gives your cheek a squeeze, then slides his thumb right back into your mouth, hooking it inside your cheek. “You don’t want that, do you, baby?”

You were going to shake your head anyway, but he tilts his wrist to do it for you. Again, he chuckles, and your chest fills with warmth at the velvet sound of your boyfriend sounding so pleased. With every word, you feel fuzzier and softer, pliant to anything he says you want.

Then, he pulls his thumb out of your mouth, leaving a pout behind. He stoops a little, crouching closer to your eye level. “I’m gonna give you what you actually want, okay? Need a real answer out of you, with words.”

Fuzzy as you may feel, you’re still (reasonably) coherent. You want Osamu, want whatever he has in mind, want to feel the results of your behavior as deeply as he’ll give. You’re teetering on the edge of your (and his) favorite headspace, a few perfect touches away from being blissed out and subby, all for him.

“Okay,” you murmur.

“Okay, who?”

“Okay, sir.”

“And your safeword?”

“Onigiri.”

“That’s right,” he coos. “That’s my girl.”

Osamu looks like a man wrestling with himself. He strokes your hips with gentle hands, sliding his fingers up under your shirt. But his arms, big and broad, strain. You can count the veins bulging under his skin, see how tight his muscles are, and oh, what you would give to be wrapped up in those arms for the rest of your life.

“Hey,” he interrupts. You look up and see the eyes of a worried lover. “I’ll never hurt you in ways you don’t like. Tell me as soon as anything’s too much, and I’ll go softer, understand?”

You nod.

“Yes or no, baby girl?”

“Yes, sir,” you insist. You lean forward slightly, entranced by the stern look on his face. He is the picture of control, looking at you in a way that conveys the internal calculations going on in his head. You think you’d like to help him let go of that, do what feels right instead of what he thinks is right.

You reach for the collar of his shirt, entwining your fingers in the soft fabric and tugging. “Please fuck me, sir.”

A low sound, thick with want, vibrates out of his throat. Those words went right to his cock, intensifying the growing bulge between his legs. You’re certain it’s making it harder and harder (pun intended) for him to concentrate; good, you think.

“Sit tight for a second.” He pats your hips and presses a kiss to your forehead. The gesture lasts one, two, three seconds, during which you can’t breathe. When he steps away, he’s biting his lip, hiding a grin—and then he winks.

You do not hide your grin from him. Instead, you let the flutter in your stomach inspire your feet to swing from your perch on Osamu’s desk.

After just a few seconds, he’s in front of you again, this time with the desk chair. He doesn’t wheel it, no; he picks it up, making it look weightless, and it looks like he’s flexing his arms on purpose to make you giggle.

It works.

“Thank everythin’ you’re wearing a skirt.” He grins wildly while he, with one hand on your waist and the other hand tightly gripping your fingers, helps you off the desk. Sure, you could do it herself, they both know, but you’d both much rather let Osamu handle everything. Falling into him and surrendering to trust feels good, and who are you to deny things that make your body sing?

Osamu flips up the bottom of your skirt and pulls, just slightly, so it’s hiked up around the top of your thighs. He gives you a look, and you quickly nod, which leads to him sliding your panties down your legs. Then, he nudges you to sit, and cool faux leather meets bare, burning skin.

You sigh, closing your eyes to stop yourself from shaking with anticipation. “I did it on purpose.”

“Of course you did.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Falling to his knees at your feet, Osamu looks at you with love: nothing more, nothing less.

He lays kisses all over your legs. Starting playfully, dotting your shins and knees with little pecks that make you giggle, he ends up open-mouthed, sucking shades of mauve, raspberry, and plum into the soft, sweet skin of your thighs. 

“So pretty for me,” he murmurs before kissing the juncture of your thigh and your hip. “You’re so beautiful. Like a work of art”

Then, his lips latch onto your clit, and he begins to suckle on your bundle of nerves like a man that hasn’t seen water for days, and a secret oasis resides between your legs.

Every time you moan, he sucks harder, creating a vicious cycle of action and reaction where his role and yours blur together. He makes you whimper with need, and he answers every one of your calls; he sets metaphorical fire to your trembling bud, and sounds of ecstasy erupt from your lips. 

Frustratingly, his tongue doesn’t go near your folds, never strays from your clit, treats this like an appetizer before tasting the sweet, wet fruit of his labor.

And then, he leans back on his heels.

You gasp at the loss of contact. Cold, artificial air rushes your clit, feeling like ice against his left-behind saliva, and your wriggle against the chair, not sure if you want to be closer or farther away from him. “S-Samu—S-Sir!”

“That was mean,” he tells you. You know—your mind and body feel the realization with agony, his teasing slicing through you like a sharpened blade. His bait-and-switch is unfair, so unfair that the lonely ache in your pussy hurts, leaving you shuddering and weak in the knees while he looks at you with a patronizing stare.

Not one to torture you for long, though, he leans forward again, brushing his nose up against your sex. You whine, throwing your legs over his shoulders to pull him closer, closer, until his lips ghost along the slick edges of your core. He sighs, blowing warm air into you in a way that makes you keen.

You reach and grab a fist of his hair, at which he grunts; with trembling lips, you resign to begging, “Please, please, sir.”

You get the raised brow again, a little gesture that makes you want to throw yout head back and cry out in frustration. “Thought you wanted mean?”

“‘M sorry, sir, I-I—”

“That’s right,” he cuts you off in a tone that’s over-the-top condescending, hinting that he doesn’t really mean it. You recognize the sound of Osamu’s voice when he’s electric, on fire with adrenaline. Every word is laced with a wicked degree of lust that makes your heart pound, makes you struggle closer to him. “My girl’s too dumb to know what she wants.”

Osamu runs his hands up and down your legs, then he grips your knees, wrapping your thighs snugly around his broad shoulders. When he speaks, his voice is quiet, caring, and full of love, but his smirk mocks the way you’re falling apart in his hands. “‘S okay, though. That’s why I’m here. You need me to take care of you, don’t you, baby girl?”

You rush to agree, nodding as you sniffle and press one of your thighs closer to Osamu’s mouth. “I-I can’t…I need you, s-sir.”

“I know, baby; I know.” To soothe you—because he can’t help himself—he presses an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh, then bites down until you squeal. You, unaware of what your body is doing to him, reward him with a sudden tug to the fistful of his hair you’re holding onto for dear life. He lets you lead him even though he’s fully aware that you’re not coherent enough to realize it; when you pull, he presses his nose above your sex, grazing his teeth along the flesh of your mound until he reaches the top of your folds.

“Fuckin’ delicious,” he growls, right before he dives back in for seconds, tongue flat against your core.

He slides his tongue down from your clit to your weeping hole, dipping just the tip inside. For himself, he wants to savor your saccharine taste; for you, he wants to draw out your pleasure as long as possible, to hold you over the edge of bliss until you’re breathless because of him.

While he slides his tongue in and out of you, lapping from the bottom of your folds up to your clit, he swirls his tongue around your pert bundle of nerves, then angles his chin so his nose bumps against your clit with every downward stroke of his tongue. A waterfall of moans spills out of your lips, any word other than please completely forgotten from your vocabulary. He loves his girl, his polite baby, and as such, the ministrations of his tongue start to quicken, to become rushed and ragged because he, too, needs more.

Your vision starts to blur with pleasure, with tears. You’re close, so close, and you feel knots tying themselves in your stomach and your groin. Wordlessly, thrusting shallowly forward, you beg him not to pull away again; you were wrong, you want to cry, you don’t want him to be mean.

You chase the building high, follow the white hot light building in your vision all the way to your peak. Hips rocking forward, meeting his tongue with no rhythm whatsoever and knocking your clit against his teeth. Legs squeezing, pressing his warm cheeks into you until his 5 o’clock shadow scrapes angry marks into your thighs.

Right before your orgasm crashes over you, he pulls away again.

The sound you make is somewhere between a moan and a sob, and fat tears finally break free from your eyes as your blubber, choking and gasping on your ruined orgasm “N-No, sir, please.”

You don't get very long to cry, though, as he rushes to stand over you. His hands grab both of your cheeks and pull you into him, kissing you so deeply that your ability to think finally melts away completely. His tongue is in your mouth. You taste yourself on him: salty, sweet, musky. His fingers are as cold as ice against your burning skin, heat radiating from your cheeks, to your chest, to your stomach, to your groin. You fidget, but that makes him hold you tighter, pinning your soft cheeks between his calloused hands.

Whimpering, mewling against his lips, you paw at his chest. Broad muscle meets weak fingers, and you tug at the fabric in your way. You need him, need to feel him, need him to hold you now before all of your pieces fall apart.

Osamu pulls his tongue out of your mouth, but you’re too dazed to speak. He presses kisses down your throat, pausing only to suck on your collarbone while quick fingers make easy work of your sweater’s buttons. He glances up at you through half-lidded eyes, grinning as he presses feather-light kisses to the top of your chest. “What’re you crying for, pretty girl? This is what you asked for.”

You take a deep breath, arch your back, push your chest closer to his face. “P-Please, I want…”

When your voice falls off, too weak to finish your sentence, he gives you a fox-like grin. “You want?”

You whine, kicking your feet out behind him. One leg wraps around his waist, the other tangles behind his thigh. Your hands find stability in grabbing his forearms, and you fleetingly think that’s a mistake because he’s so strong and thick that your middle finger and thumb aren’t even close to touching.

“Good girls ask for what they want,” he breathes, letting go of one side of your face to brush his fingers down your throat. He admires you like a fine work of art, but there’s a determination in his touch. A plan, something he knows that you don't.

Asking for what you want is easier said than done when you’re fully clothed, let alone when you’re halfway to the best orgasm of your life. You know he just needs a few words, that you want to be good, and that he likes his good girl, but you struggle to breathe around the words while he, one-handed, unclasps your bra and starts caressing your breast.

“Did you hear me, baby?”

You blinked up at him, nodding feverishly.

He presses his thumb against the side of your neck. Your breach catches under the pad of his finger. “Then tell me what you want.”

His pace grinds to an almost total stop; just one hand keeps massaging your breast. You lick your lips, rock forward, and press your sticky forehead to Osamu’s arm. You sniffle, hot tears rolling off your cheek and into the crook of his elbow.

“I can’t,” you babble, barely louder than a whisper. “‘M sorry, I-I can’t.”

“Oh baby, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for being my dumb little girl.” At that, at the gentle tone he mocks you with, something snaps in your chest. You feel as if you needed to be broken apart to feel whole again; when your pride shatters, you cry more freely, face blotchy and wet with tears while you cling to Osamu for dear life. Underneath the cracked surface, though, you feel bright and new, shining bright from the trust you give him, and the safety he gives you in return.

Osamu pulls you up by your throat and you yelp, raising your head to stare at him with bleary eyes. 

“You’re fucking perfect, just like this,” he assures you. Then, he kisses you slowly, loops his arms around you to make you turn around, then presses you face-first against his desk. You close your eyes and let out a shaky sigh; your knees tremble and your hands buzz, not quite feeling the desk’s smooth surface under the electricity coursing through your veins.

And then Osamu spanks you.

It’s just one slap, and you cry out more in surprise than out of pain. Heat rushes to your ass while you whine, feeling the impact turn into liquid arousal dripping between your slick folds. 

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

You nod with all the vigor you can gather. To that, he spanks the other cheek.

“Yes or no, baby?”

“Yes, sir!” you blurt. You squeeze your eyes shut, ready, hoping for another impact that never comes. Instead, you hear a quiet, metallic clink, then ruffling fabric, then the sound of thin plastic tearing.

All signs point to being seconds away from getting your boyfriend’s cock, and your heart stutters with want.

He runs a hand up and down your spine, and you can’t help but note how heavy his grip feels, how he commands you with the lightest of touches. His other hand grabs your hip, holding you steady once he chooses the right position, lines himself up, and pushes into you with ease.

A throaty growl reaches your ears. You feel his day’s frustration melt away with every inch he stretches you open with, feel tension leave his body as soon as the tip of his cock brushes your cervix. All that’s left behind is his hunger, which he chases by picking up the pace as soon as he’s fully stuffed inside you.

Frustration is replaced with an insatiable desire that has him pounding you so hard that his thighs slap against the backs of yours, your ass slams into his hips, and you’re seeing stars. Your lips hang open while you gasp for air, and tears stream down your face, but your head spins, revolving around the bright moon that fills your sky: Osamu, Osamu, Osamu.

You aren’t sure just how many times he spanks you; you’re not counting beats to see if he’s keeping time with the unfair pace of his thrust. All you know is the feeling of clenching hard at every impact, making him groan every time his hand comes down on your ass, and you hear skin on skin, huffs of breath, and feral growls—all behind you.

Osamu.

“Too fucked out—shit—to think, huh baby girl?” He stutters through his words, barely able to form a complete thought of his own while he reaches forward, under your belly to find your clit from above. 

As soon as he touches you, you choke on a sob. You register a few words in his voice, but you can’t tell if they’re real, or you’re imagining them. 

“It’s—’s okay. I’ll think for ya.”

So fucking tight. 

Is this what you wanted, baby? 

Wanted to make—make me take out all my anger on you?

My perfect little f-fuckdoll.

Good—good girl. Good fucking girl.

Come, baby girl; come for me right now.

And, because Osamu knows what you want best of all, you do. You snap like a pair of chopsticks, splintering, messy, coming undone in a way that permanently changes your very structure. You feel different, made new, changed into something useful for him to satisfy his hunger.

Your orgasm ripples through you in waves that have you heaving. Warm skin, glassy eyes, wet cheeks, hips pressing back into Osamu to swallow him more. You clamp down on him hard, pussy spasming, sucking him dry, pulling an orgasm from him that has him draped over you: slick with sweat, biting down on your shoulder, hand tangled tightly with yours.

“Fuck,” he whines. Afterglow bubbles in your stomach, leaving you delirious and woozy; all you can do in response is whimper.

“‘Ve gotcha,” he slurs. After massaging his hands into your shoulders and down your sides, he winds his arms around your waist and hoists you up as if you weigh nothing. He balances your head on his shoulder and, in spite of his own wobbly, uneven gait, carries you to sit in his office chair, where you curl up in his lap.

“Sir,” you murmur, reaching to smooth your hands over his chest. 

He catches one, presses a kiss to every finger, your palm, and your wrist. “You did so good, baby girl. ‘S over now—you’re safe.”

You bury your face in his neck, too tired to do anything else. But, you do have the fleeting thought that, with him, no matter what you beg him to do to you, “safe” is what you’ll always be.

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Culture of the Destroyed ⛓️‍💥✨

~.*COME TO OUR LAND, OUR LAND OF LOVE*.~

So you’ve been accepted into the Cult of the Destroyed! But what is there to expect once inside?

Origin

Our beloved cult was founded in 1991 by the beautiful, holy and sacred Moon Queen. She breathed her dreamsmoke upon our oppressors and rive them to madness - while granting us the sweetest visions of our lost past. Legends say that the Queen was once a prisoner to the execution grounds… until her illustrious influence inspired a coup in her followers.

Though it began shakily, held on the backs of terrified refugees and convicts, each toy banded together in the name of once-cursed innovation to seek methods of survival. Just when all seemed lost, the Moon Queen discovered something. Seeds. And once food and water were secure, the Cult of the Destroyed began to flourish.

Layout

The Cult resides within Playtime Co.’s recycling plant, colloquially named “Destroy-A-Toy” by humans and toys alike. The warehouse is enormous and stocked with machinery, sorted goods, disposable garbage (ripe for the picking!) and many, many execution methods. Be it crushing from the plant’s crown conveyor belt, incineration from the heat pits, dismemberment from the dangerously whirring fan blades or - God forbid - digestion from the monstrous carnivore who resides inside, the cultists of Destroy-A-Toy have near-infinite ways to deal with intruders and traitors alike.

The plant’s centre is an enormous rectangular prism with an extremely high vaulted roof. In its centre sits the main conveyor belt, which leads to the crushing block. This is a gathering space and where the executions take place. The conveyor is only ever activated when the cult is legitimately in danger; therefore, the space is used for socialising, entertainment and general silly shenanigans.

To the left are the living quarters:

Rooms, tents, blocks etc.

Food court and banquet hall

The medical tent

The nursery

Most ritual activities

And to the right are the more industrial aspects of the facility:

Recycling chute

Incineration, dismemberment and digestion wings

Cell block (repurposed to hold humans)

Water purification systems

Catwalks to the cavern

The cavern leads to an enormous lake of water found under the plant. Destroy-A-Toy is powered electrically so it’s uncertain why such a large body of water exists, but what the cultists DO know is that it contains an underwater tunnel network that could potentially lead outside the toy factory if any were brave enough to dive. This lake is is filled with fish carefully managed by the Queen’s people.

The importance of the lake:

Provides drinking water once purified

Provides cleaning water

Allows crops to grow with the assistance of floodlights

Both recreational and educational fishing

The lake has been decorated with bioluminescence, fairy lights and cave paintings and is a beautiful sight to behold.

Food

Light, water and seeds are required for the cult’s agriculture. They take great delight in their cooking and host weekly banquets to celebrate their achievements. Toys were often starved as convicts and are therefore thoroughly fed under the Moon Queen’s care. Over time and through the assistance of a mysterious supplier, the Destroyed have learned to cook potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, peas, cabbage, spinach and corn. The incineration plants are used to cook, boil, steam and fry food. Most is served with fresh fish from the lake. Delicious!

This is California. The fish are ABUNDANT. And her beloved majesty is a cat, after all. If only she could grab some chicken… sigh.

Style/Aesthetic

Destroy-A-Toy represents freedom. Therefore, it adores:

Bright, pretty colours

Regal and imposing architecture mixed with cutesy little inhabitants

VEGETATION. These guys LOOOOVE their plants. Vines, trellises, leaves - since they’ve never been outside, they’re cherishing what they have. The living quarters particularly are filled with green space.

Gentle, coloured lights and bioluminescence

Celestial bric-a-brac - sun, moon, stars

Bead curtains outside the tents

Jewels/jewellery. Very celestial and goddess-y

Stuffing, coloured clothes patches etc. to fit the “toy” heritage

🌿🌺✨💎👼🌙🍇🪻

Rituals

Many of its rituals are hidden from outsiders… but you’re in the cult now, so you deserve to know!

The most important ones you must know are the Executions, the Campfire and the Cuddle Puddle.

Executions take place when traitors, prisoners or abusers are officially condemned. These are bloodthirsty public ceremonies that are NOT for the faint of heart. Just a casual reminder to never piss Catnap off.

The Campfire is the cult’s local worship ritual. The cult will gather around the conveyor belt, where a ring of fire is constructed. The Queen is seated in the centre. Music is performed and a dance celebration occurs - and, at the song’s climax, Catnap will release her smoke, iniviating worship.

The Cuddle Puddle is everyone’s favourite. According to the Moon Queen, “One cannot be happy when affected by the bad vibes! So we mush squiiiiiiish the bad vibes out! Very cuddly.”

Are you staying? ✨

We hope to see you participating in the Campfire soon… 🐦‍🔥

Oh! And here’s our playlist! For the vibes :)

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Commission ||| Gavin Reed x Reader

- Florist/Tattoo Artist AU -

A florist and a tattoo artist. Two starkly different careers, yet somehow they tend to intertwine, especially when one needs an outside opinion to push their work forward.

——————————————— Request - Anonymous : Can you please do a romantic Tattoo Artist ! Gavin x Florist ! Reader?

Pairing: Tattoo Artist ! Gavin Reed x Florist ! Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Tone: Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

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Gavin’s apartment sat in a mist of evening heat, the sharp rays of the setting autumn sun filtering through the gaps in his wooden blinds leaving even stripes on any surface that got in the way. The living room that the two of you sat in was practically painted golden, the original vibrant colours of books and throw pillows muted to hues of orange and brown. It was almost as if you were looking at the world through a choppy filter. The shadows were darker than before, pronounced by the light, and if you looked closely you could see small bits of dust float in the direct spotlight. Almost like glitter that in the end brought the surroundings of high contrast back to life.

Even with such a pretty moment, you couldn’t help but spare a few glances to your boyfriend as he sat on the floor, wearing the sweater you bought him not that long ago paired with mismatched sweats. A line of shadow comfortably blocked out Gavin's eyes as an adjacent strand of light did the opposite to his lips. The stubble practically sparkled from his hunched position over the coffee table, his scar pronounced with a slick sheen. However, that was the most you could see from where you sat, as the open laptop obscured most of your view. There were blank sheets of paper haphazardly scattered around him on the dark wood of both the table and the floor; pens and pencils of many brands were a mess of piles on the desk. You could almost make out the tiny metal shine of a sharpener. Everything but the current thing Gavin was drawing, the sound of the pencil scratching against paper the largest hint you were getting.

With a small puff, you turned your attention back to your phone, bringing your knees up to your chest and sinking into the back cushion of the loveseat.

Your small shop needed a new order of seasonal flowers, however you only had enough money spare for a small sample of them as opposed to what you usually bought. The changing seasons meant recycling the leftover summer collection, your earnings taking a hit in the process. Paired with the pressure of rent and how costly the heat was during the actual months of summer, you were on a tight budget that you didn't want to waste. And, as you scrolled through the supplier's website, you also had a budget you didn't know how to use. You practically frowned at the vast selection.

It's not like variety wasn’t good, though. The issue was that you had to choose and soon  before the plants went out of stock. You wanted to buy ones of yellow to match with the overall warm colours of autumn. Coneflowers and Sneezeweeds stood out to you as an interesting option, unique in essence however those would not only have to be imported from a different farm as the small text told you – meaning that you'd have to wait a week or two longer for their arrival – but you also feared that their almost protruding centre bulb would be seen as unattractive by most. That, and you weren’t sure if you would be able to group them in any coherent compositions as they were usually garden flowers and not ones you would pick for a vase. You held onto the thought though, wishing to experiment with them once your finances became more favourable.

Scrolling further, you noted that you already had some Orange Lilies in stock, alongside Peach Bloom Chrysanthemums. Maybe you could buy some other colours, like Orange Chrysanthemums as they were easy to use and easy to source. However the issue was that they could also be associated with funerals and death, so involving them in casual compositions would be risky with the people that are fans of flowers. More roses could always be a safe bet, although… the cost of freshly picked ones would bite into too much of the budget…

Your fingers pinched at the bridge of your nose whilst you forced yourself to take a steady breath. When they slowly slipped from your face, plopping to your side, your head turned back to Gavin. A fresh mind, you thought. With careful intent, you leaned ever so slightly, causing the cushions beneath you to puff in the silence of the room.

“Gavin love, I need your help picking some flowers for the store. I can’t make up my mind.”

Your voice carried itself into a moment of beating silence, the only thing breaking it up being the loud scratching of a 4B pencil. It scratched louder and louder, right until the lead audibly snapped, and your boyfriend let out a grumbly, irritated curse with a small slam of his fist, tossing the wood to the side.

“Whatever you choose will be good,” he grumbled, visibly pocketing his anger as he ran a hand down his cheek. It didn’t stop the pout from gracing your lips.

Standing up from your spot on the loveseat, you slowly waddled over towards where Gavin sat on the wooden floor, all the while getting a better look at the piles of work in front of him. You didn’t stop until you stood just about next to him, your legs gently bumping into him as you bent at your waist to look at what exactly he was doing.

From the looks of it, Gavin had designed the beginnings of a tattoo, something autumn themed if the crayons of oranges and yellows and reds were anything to go by. And, evident by the rough stacks of slightly scrunched up paper, it wasn’t going as well as he wanted. Some sheets of paper had tears in them, the small beads of residue placing the small eraser as the culprit. Others looked like they were scrunched, folded back out, only to be scrunched again and thrown to the floor. The references on the laptop’s dimmed screen were also a mess. Most of the tabs were opened into their own windows, however all but one were shrunk tiny. Amongst the images of forests and grass and twigs and flowers was a wall of black text on a white background.

You raised your brows as your knees bent underneath you and you lowered yourself to sit next to him, “is this for that commission you got a few days ago?”

“Yeah,” he answered, letting out a huff of anger, “and the bastard didn’t give me nearly enough fucking detail.”

Placing a hand on his tense shoulder, you gave it a soft squeeze in offer of comfort, giving him time to shake you off if physical touch wasn’t what he needed. When he didn’t make an effort to move, you slipped the hand behind him, slowly rubbing circles on his back. After a moment, your other hand gently lifted the drawing he was working on before you came over, giving it a light shake to remove any excess lead.

“What did they give you?”

Your eyes moved up to look at him, feeling him relax into your touch before answering, “they want something fall themed. I drew some shit up but apparently there wasn’t enough fucking nature in them.”

Briefly, you glanced at the phone you left behind on the loveseat, before looking back at his work and then up at his face. His brows were still furrowed, deep valleys forming where they wished to meet. His dark eyes were completely still and unblinking, staring murder at the laptop like a hawk would its prey. You noticed the moisture building up on their surface, and with a soft sigh you shuffled your position so that you could easily lean in and placed a kiss on his cheek, the hand that previously examined the artwork now cupping his cheek. “Have you asked them for more details?”

He scoffed, “it’s been a week. Asking now will make me look like a fucking idiot.”

“It wouldn’t,” you defended, but you didn’t push him, instead leaving another kiss on his cheek and lingering near his face for a short moment before pulling away from him completely. You shuffled closer to the coffee table, leaning over its area to look at his work more clearly. “What if you add more flowers?”

“Flowers?”

“Yeah, you said they wanted nature. What’s more natural than flowers?”

With your eyes trained on the array of sketches spread in front of you, you felt Gavin slither an arm around your waist as his body shifted on the ground to sit closer to you and follow your gaze.

“They want the design to be masculine.”

A humm of response bubbled in your throat as you took a minute to think, blinking twice before pointing your finger at the now sleeping laptop. Wordlessly, you tilted your head in request and waited for him to give you the go ahead. When he nodded and gave your waist a gentle squeeze, you instantly reached for the device and pulled it close and into your lap. You were careful as to not close any of his tabs, manoeuvring the cursor around on the big red boxes that threatened to cause trouble, quickly opening a new tab and fullscreening it. It didn't take you long to pull up a few varieties of blooms, mostly choosing ones familiar to your flower shop incase Gavin needed real references, and you pointed to some specific examples.

“If you want the arrangement to be masculine, you want to keep it minimal. Large shapes with varied detail.”

Sunflowers, Lilies. No matter how much you hated to say it, you suggested including vegetables and fruits. Pumpkins namely, to which he nodded. A short while later, his arm left your waist as he returned the laptop to its previous spot and leaned over the table, pulling out a new piece of paper from the misshapen stack and doodling some thumbnail composition sketches. A minute after minute passed as you observed Gavin work, passion for the work making his eyes glitter in concentration. When he was done with a few solid designs – circled in the yet-to-be-broken 3B pencil – you couldn’t stop the proud smile from forming on your lips.

“Huh, would you look at that…” he said quietly, examining his own work.

“I told you-”

He dropped the pencil on the table before twisting his body to the side, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist once again and pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms travelled to your back as he adjusted your position, and when he was happy, he peppered kisses on your face and your neck, causing you to giggle.

When he was satisfied with that, you felt his body physically deflate as he cuddled into you, his breath fanning against the skin of your neck - right before pushing you in front of him so that your back lay flat against his warm chest, his arms wrapped over your shoulders and his legs on either side of your body. Both of you were facing the coffee table, and he pulled his laptop closer, leaving it on top of his drawings as if they weren't as important to him. Closing all the tabs, he gestured at the screen with his hand.

“It’s only fair if I help you with your flower shop.”

You chuckled, “I love you too Gavin.”

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Take 2! How is Sealstorm handling the heat in Australia when he visits with Percy?

He's a creative problem solver :)

(takes place not long after this short I think)

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Perceptor didn't know when the power went out. For one, it happened some time after two in the morning, when he was fast asleep. He had probably slept better after the relentless cold of the hotel room had melted away.

The first he knew about the power outage was at 6 in the morning when he opened his eyes to clean white sheets and a wide expanse of white ceiling.

His first thought was that Brainstorm was... absent. Odd, since he liked to wake Perceptor up with a suffocating reminder that he weighed at least three regular people.

His second thought was that it was strange that he wasn't freezing. Despite his best efforts on this trip, he usually woke with icecubes for toes and fingers gone terribly stiff with cold.

Preceptor blinked at the white hotel ceiling for a second. Then leaned over to pat the bedside table until his glasses materialised in his hand. His phone was next. There was an SMS, which had come through in silence at 2:31 AM: Dear valued guest, hotel management has been made aware that the electricity supply to this block is currently unavailable...

That wasn't good. Perceptor knew Brainstorm would probably be fine even if the power stayed out for a while, but his belly still did a nervous little flip about it. Getting too hot would be bad news for a polar mermaid.

Brainstorm was truly a creature of the ice and cold, well-armed with all his weight of blubber and fur to swim in waters that would kill Perceptor in minutes. But that meant that he couldn't tolerate a lot of heat. Sixteen degrees was fine, but eighteen was pushing it, and over twenty made him feel sick, which in turn made him cranky and rude.

It being high summer, their selection criteria for hotels on this trip had pretty much started and stopped at climate control. And now, evidently, the power was out.

Perceptor skimmed the rest of the message: utilities supplier working on it, management apologises for the inconvenience. Right. He turned the phone screen dark.

"Brainstorm?" He rolled out of the bed. It was a tall, luxurious hotel bed, set so high off the ground that he kind of just spilled into a standing position. He'd taken to sleeping in soft trousers and a hooded sweater, in red and black respectively, for the cold. They were warm and cosy—a little too warm now, actually. He pulled the sweater off and left it on top of the rumpled covers.

Outside the master bedroom, which was pretty much 90% enormous bed, the hotel suite was... kind of a mess. There were long snaking trails of water over the floor and furniture displaced at random. He glanced into the kitchenette and found the refrigerator and freezer units completely absent, but most of their contents spread across the benches.

"... Brainstorm?" he called, a little louder. Weirdly, the hotel room didn't sound as though the power was out. The heavily glazed windows kept most of the traffic muted outside but he could hear the dull humming of something. "Are you alright?"

"Bath tub!"

The sound of his voice was a relief. Perceptor turned towards the bathroom instead. It was, like the rest of the suite, perfectly palatial and on-trend. In this case that meant it was an awful lot of big marble slabs, and that the room came fitted with the strange, voyeuristic vibe of walls that were half clear glass.

That meant that Perceptor should have been able to see in straight away, but he couldn't: what had once been clear glass had evidently not remained so, and when he touched the surface he pulled his fingers back fast at the biting cold of it. It had become frosted the hard way, he guessed.

A mass of dark smudgy shapes were vaguely visible on the floor. One of them, he assumed, had to be Brainstorm's furred back flippers and tail.

Perceptor was more curious than worried, now. He opened the door and paused in the threshold, and although he was braced for the temperature change, it still smacked into him like a wall of frost. He was suddenly very, very awake.

It was freezing in here.

The remains of several kitchen appliances lay strewn about, cannibalised. Strange mechanical parts littered the marble floors, the exposed organs of systems he rarely contemplated right out in the open. The humming was louder than he expected. There was evidently no grid power in use. Instead, Brainstorm had rigged something with a system of wires, boxes, electrical tape and mysterious coloured fluids: crude chemical batteries, he supposed.

In the sunken tub itself, Brainstorm was half-buried beneath icy water. His long claws were delicately manipulating a length of copper wire that Perceptor felt probably did not belong around so much moisture.

He rolled around when Perceptor came in, turning so he could prop his spined elbow on the lip of the tub and rest his chin upon his hand.

"Percy! Good morning," he crowed, letting the wire tumble from his off-hand casually. His attention was suddenly laser-focused on Perceptor. Heady. "Come inside, you're letting all the cool out."

Perceptor looked at the machinery. His toes already hated him, but he took a step inside the bathroom and closed the door.

"This looks..." Advanced. Dangerous. Necessary, perhaps. Also, very much like an inappropriate use of hotel property. "... creative," Perceptor suggested, instead of any of those things.

"What, this old thing?" Brainstorm crooned, picking up a chunk of ice, examining it and letting it splash back into the water. "I'm a creative problem solver. Also, it started getting really hot at about three am and I had to put my unmatched genius to the task. Are you coming over here?"

Perceptor eyed the icy water in the tub. It was very, very cold in here. At some point, there had been a bath mat, which might have insulated his toes a little—but it was basically a block of ice, so he assumed that had gotten soaked at some point before the... unmatched genius situation... had unfolded in here.

He took another step closer to the tub. One of Brainstorm's damp hands wrapped around his ankle. His claws were as cold as steel in winter and the chill bit straight into Perceptor's skin.

"I won't be able to stay in here for too long," he cautioned, hoping to manage Brainstorm's expectations. He knew Brainstorm loved to brag about his successful inventions, but Perceptor might have to listen from the other side of the glass.

"That's a shame. That looks interesting." Brainstorm nodded at Perceptor's chest, where his nipples had beaded up tightly, obvious under his tee-shirt. He pressed his thumb gently into the big muscle of Perceptor's calf. Beneath the sting of the cold, it felt nice.

Perceptor hummed. "Freezing is less sexually interesting to me than you may imagine."

Brainstorm let his ankle go, rolling his yellow eyes extravagantly.

"I've heard," he said, sounding perilously close to whining. "Believe me, I've heard."

Perceptor's teeth were starting to chatter. He leaned down just enough to smooth his hand over the cold bone of Brainstorm's helm. "It's very impressive. I'm glad you're not overheating."

"Of course! I'm just that good." Brainstorm beamed "Let me know when they get the electricity on again?"

"Certainly." And that was about all Perceptor could manage, barefoot in this cold. He shut the bathroom door behind him, feeling the warmth of the rest of the hotel suite hit him like a wall. He shivered all over and his glasses fogged at the edges.

At least that meant Brainstorm was still taken care of. Perceptor headed into the carnage of the kitchenette to make his depredations on the steadily warming contents of the fridge. It would go too waste, otherwise.

Probably, he should be more concerned about who was going to take care of the bill for damages to an absurdly expensive hotel room. Brainstorm seemed unlikely. The university, possibly. Insurance, maybe. Wasn't the tourism department sponsoring part of this trip...?

Perceptor deftly avoided the spilled water on his way back to bed with his breakfast.

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Descend into the Heart of Madness

Vanessa, Gregory, and Glamrock Freddy head down below Roxy Race way together. They don't come back the same.

Time Frame: Burntrap Ending Security Breach Arc, SB Trio POV

Companion to Trade Tomorrow for Today

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Vanessa flicked her flashlight over the dilapidated elevator, mouth twisting to the side as the sight left her decidedly unimpressed. Glamrock Freddy stood beside her, ears bent in that way that helped him express concern while Gregory carefully examined the rusted metal control panel nearby. In the wake of their travel together, twisted metal and popped open gates lay scattered over filthy ground, piles of trash and industrial garbage heaped in place to act as makeshift walls to block the way forward.

“Well, this looks an OSHA payday if I ever saw one,” she muttered dryly and pulled her manual from her back pocket again. -She’d been doing this so often this whole night, her only comfort from everything that had been happening that had turned her world inside out and upside down and filled it with horrors.- “What’s corporate policy for dealing with this? Doubt we have enough bleach in stock to clean this mess up.”

“So, everything that’s been happening in the Pizzaplex is because of something that’s way down there?” Gregory suddenly asked, looking over at Freddy first before glancing at Vanessa, “Something that’s doing weird crap other than sucking the power out of this place?”

“The records we were able to collect all indicate the source of the power drain is located beneath Roxy Raceway,” Freddy confirmed with a nod, his voice still scratchy from the swap of his voice box with Chica’s. He gestured at the elevator, “This is one of the service elevators that descends beyond the known boundaries of the Pizzaplex. However, based on the condition of it, I do not think it will survive a return trip.”

Vanessa swallowed at his words, biting her lip as she slipped the manual away. “You’re saying… we go down this thing, we might never get back to the surface?” she asked, voice cracking a little as she gave it another sweep with her flashlight.

“Do we have time to find another one? A safer one?” Gregory asked her in return, wariness in his tone conflicting with the expression of fear and resignation in his eyes. Vanessa lifted her wrist, twisting it to check the face of her watch. The Pizzaplex officially opened to the public at 8 AM, it opened to staff and suppliers at 6 AM. With all the activity going on since the doors opened -don’t think about almost losing herself, don’t think about watching Sydney fall under whatever malevolence made itself present in the building, don’t think about the crowd of people that rushed in and immediately took to fighting the S.T.A.F.F. and animatronics with signs of experience in doing so, don’t think about the woman in the rabbit suit asking her to join her in ‘having fun’- she had lost all track of time.

7:25 AM.

“We’ve got about half an hour before general public starts showing up,” she finally answered numbly, weight settling on her shoulders and heart racing as she cast her thoughts ahead to what could happen if innocent people walked in on the nightmare taking place up above. “They walk into the place before we get network control and power back, it’s going to turn into a blood bath.”

And Sydney would be there among the remaining functional S.T.A.F.F. bots, leading the way in slaughtering those people in the name of Fazbear Entertainment for whatever schemes needed fresh souls. Her best friend….

“So we don’t have a choice but to use this one,” Gregory sighed, pulling out his own flashlight that Vanessa glanced over quickly. He shone the light out at the rest of the sub-foundation level, searching for something only he could think to look for. Movement? Aid? “Fuck my life, I guess.”

“Language,” Freddy told him in exasperation and Vanessa felt her mouth twitch into a small smile. Gregory only gave him a flat glare without any heat to it before pressing the call button to open the elevator doors. The three of them stood together in silence, tense, until the doors slid open to reveal the elevator itself, a ramshackle looking thing that didn’t inspire much trust in its security.

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” Vanessa murmured, shivering from a sudden chill running up her spine. So much could go wrong, and once they were down there…. What if they never saw the outside world again? She grabbed her walkie-talkie, pressed the contact on it and raised it to her mouth, “Sydney? You out there? Can you still hear me? Over.”

No response. He’d stopped responding to her, to anyone, once they were given orders to find and contain Gregory. Network control. Her own implant had been disabled by whatever Gregory had done to the system trying to trap her consciousness. Before that, she’d almost been like him, following horrible orders and likely screaming in her own head, trying to fight her own body betraying her.

“No help from your boyfriend, huh?” Gregory quipped dryly and Vanessa shot him a glare as the boy stepped into the elevator, Freddy following him with careful steps.

“Not boyfriend, best friend,” she corrected and hurried in with them. Loophole in the manual, she had to keep carrying it out. Keep people out of restricted areas; if a guest requires assistance leaving the Pizzaplex, escort until they do. In case of emergency, follow the guideline that minimizes a paper trail. Gregory wanted to leave the Pizzaplex, but refused to go out the main doors until he finished his little self-assigned mission, so Vanessa would help him until he was satisfied and willing to leave. Technically, this place couldn’t be considered restricted if it wasn’t on the official paperwork to be labeled as ‘restricted’, and an evidence trail was different from a paper trail if he spoke to cops about what he saw.

The elevator jerked, making them all freeze in sudden alarm, and then began descending, the usual music now a distorted mess of fluctuating speed and notes. Vanessa flicked her light up to the speaker, wondering if smacking it with the flashlight would count as a strike against her since the elevator wasn’t part of the official property.

“You didn’t have to come, y’know,” Gregory suddenly said, his hands clutching the flashlight he’d clearly stolen. Vanessa gave it another quick look over, zeroing in on the bird sticker plastered near the butt of the device. “You have people looking out for you, like that big guy. The Not-Boyfriend.”

“Best friend,” Vanessa corrected again and pointed at the flashlight, “And that’s his. Where’d you find it?” Gregory gave her an odd look and she shook her head, “Never mind. And I already told you, as a security guard for Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex it is my responsibility to make sure our guests have a safe and fantasy-filled time, which also includes escorting them out of the building when they want to leave.” She shifted in place in discomfort, glancing around at the flickering light of the elevator. “You want out, so I’m helping until we can get you out.”

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened to reveal a massive tunnel leading out and away from the shaft. Twin beams of light roved over the walls of rubble and construction debris from their flashlights as guard and boy carefully stepped out of the elevator that now shuddered and went dead behind them.

“And if you’re right,” Vanessa continued in a softer tone, fearful gaze lifting to the shadows high above that blocked all view of the rest of the world, “then dealing with whatever’s down here will save Sydney too. You broke the system that was trying to get in my head. Maybe the system controlling him is down here too?”

The path was littered with construction lights, gas generators, and bright red canisters emptied of fuel. Now and then some forgotten tools and other equipment would be seen, along with what looked like dried blood spatters. Vanessa swallowed hard at the sight. Other people had been down here to clear the way, obviously, but she hadn’t considered until now what happened to those people. They had to have been silenced, otherwise she would have known about this place a lot sooner.

Did Sydney know? Was he ordered to do the silencing?

“God… what did management make you do?” she murmured and jumped with a small shriek at a sudden hiss of steam from a pipe nearby. Gregory shushed her, eyes wide with alarm. The three of them held still, listening, but the only other sounds were the plinks of pebbles and dust occasionally falling from above and striking rubble and the generators running. “Have you been turning those on?” Vanessa asked the boy.

“Yeah?” Gregory returned with a shrug, “They’re connecting to something up ahead, and it’s better to just turn them on now and see what happens than find out we needed them on when we get there and then have to come all the way back here to do it.”

“That’s dumb and lazy,” Vanessa told him flatly, folding her arms over her chest, “What if you end up powering a death machine?” Gregory waved his hands around to show off their surroundings.

“Who builds a death machine in a dump like this and hooks it up to gas generators?!” he exclaimed incredulously, “If there’s anything messed up in here that could cause death or whatever, it’s already getting power from the Pizzaplex! It won’t get anything from generators that aren’t hooked up to the power grid!”

“The logic is sound,” Freddy agreed, ears wiggling to show amusement. Vanessa looked between them and sighed. Well, at least they helped her keep her thoughts off what was happening up above.

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Horrified was only the tip of the iceberg of emotions swirling in Vanessa’s head as she gazed up at the sign in lights, the boy and animatronic beside her also staring up at it in confusion.

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place.

A pizzeria? Down here? How many feet below ground was this? How did a whole building end up down here in such weirdly good condition? Did corporate know about this?

Was the Pizzaplex built above it intentionally?

“Is this where we’re supposed to go?” Gregory asked aloud, then sighed harshly, “Hey, Knife Lady! Wake up!” Vanessa shot him a look, one eyebrow raised, and quickly raised her flashlight, brandishing it like a weapon, when a plume of black smoke rose up before them.

The smoke swirled, then faded, leaving behind a woman dressed all in black, long hair decorated with a black ribbon that made it look as if she had rabbit ears. She looked beautiful, even with the right side of her face scarred, but her eyes were frighteningly inhuman, black sclera with a glowing purple pinprick of light for a pupil in her left eye. She looked down at Gregory like she was barely tolerating being around him, which made Vanessa feel suddenly irritated with her.

“Once again, my name is FuriRosa,” the woman greeted with a huff, one hand resting on her hip, “Where did you put my knife, guey?”

“And then you wonder why I call you Knife Lady,” Gregory snarked back, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and lifting it to show off a belt cinched around his stomach, a sheathed knife strapped to it. “You won’t let me use it, so I just keep it here. Happy?”

“Is that a knife?” Vanessa demanded, scowling at the weapon as Gregory pulled the shirt back down, “Why do you have a knife? That’s not allowed in the Pizzaplex! And where did you come from?” The last question was directed at the strange woman, who only sneered at her in silence. Rude.

“This is Knife Lady. She came from the knife, and I found the knife already in the Pizzaplex cuz somebody dropped it,” Gregory introduced her in a dry tone, “She’s some kind of weird ghost thing and she has fire powers and she’s kind of a bitch.”

“Language,” Freddy reprimanded again.

“That’s kind of rude to say about someone,” Vanessa pointed out, glancing over at the woman now sniffing at the air and looking very much like whatever she smelled was incredibly offensive.

“She was rude first!” Gregory protested in frustration, “She wouldn’t let me use the knife!”

“You don’t have the right to,” FuriRosa shot back and took to glaring up at the wrecked pizzeria, “This place stinks of Afton blood, even more than the other place. Their Remnant soaks here.” She lifted a hand absently, pitch black fingers posed as though they were claws. “Get me further inside. If they’re hiding within, I’ll rip them to shreds and get my revenge.”

“I told you she was a bitch,” Gregory said in stage whisper to Vanessa, one hand up to his mouth in a performative attempt to hide his words.

“Language,” Freddy repeated in the same scolding yet patient tone. He sounded almost parental, weirdly enough. Vanessa looked at each of her companions in disbelief before looking back up at the pizzeria before them.

Yeah, there was nothing in the manual about any of this. Which meant she probably wasn’t going to get any sort of compensation… drat. She let out a long, low groan of complaint before taking a step forward to enter the ruined building.

Might as well get this over with.

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She didn’t know how much time had passed since those lighthearted moments of banter. Honestly, she didn’t think she cared at this point. She felt hollowed out of everything, numb with despair.

“Vanessa? Y-you’re not dead, r-right?” Gregory’s voice sounded so small and frightened and helpless, the boy kneeling in the rubble beside her prone body. She faintly recalled Freddy laying her out on her back in as clear a patch of ground as he could. The sleeves of her uniform shirt were torn free and used to bind a couple of flat pieces of metal to her arm, a makeshift splint for her fractured limb. She didn’t know where her flashlight went, or her hat. Was that important? The thoughts drifted through her mind with no sense of priority or logic. Nothing felt important, really, not after what she’d learned from the madwoman inside the ruined pizzeria.

Was she even Vanessa? Was that truly her name? Vanessa Afton… what a sick joke.

“Vanessa? P-please, say something,” Gregory begged softly, hiccuping through the words. Drops of water hit her cheek and her lashes fluttered in response, her eyes moving at last from staring at nothing to focusing on the face of the little boy crouched over her. He was crying. He was crying and some distant instinct wanted her to wipe his tears away and tell him she was okay.

Was that truly her, or also a lie?

Gregory sniffled, his gaze searching hers for something. What was he looking for? “Mm,” he began uncertainly, his voice dropping to a whisper, “M-mom?”

Was that who she was? She couldn’t remember. Everything before she woke up in that research lab was gone, and months after she’d keep forgetting things. Those memories, they’d been taken from her. From her and from Gregory. Was she Gregory’s mom? Was Gregory even his name?

She didn’t know. She didn’t know and the guilt and despair threatened to pull her under. Even with the ruined pizzeria set ablaze, burning through whatever constructs were keeping larger rubble suspended and now threatening to spread to their little bubble of tenuous safety, she couldn’t feel anything but despair and shame.

“Officer Vanessa, please,” Freddy murmured through the scratchy voice box installed in him, “We need to get moving and find a way out of here. You need medical attention.” Her gaze moved from Gregory to the animatronic, and Vanessa searched the bear’s face for signs of humanity. He was possessed too, wasn’t he? Another discovery made in that cursed place. “Your arm is broken, you suffered an electrical shock, a head injury, and inhaled some of the smoke as we fled, which led to you passing out for a short time,” Freddy added, listing off her injuries to catch her up on what she’d missed.

She dimly remembered all that. Precious memories.

“Mom?” Gregory repeated, still sniffling as he sat back, rubbing the tears from his eyes, “Vanessa?”

“I’m okay,” she managed to get the words out at last, weak and tremulous and so, so unsure of herself. She couldn’t be ‘Mom’, not when she couldn’t remember being one. But she still felt the want to keep Gregory safe when she looked back at him, felt the urge to hug him and stop the tears, even through the thick blanket of numbness that coaxed her to give up and sink into her own mind and drown.

Gregory shook his head, lip trembling as he huddled in place. “You’re not. You’re really, really not,” he disagreed shakily and took an equally shuddering breath, “I’m not okay, either.”

She looked him over, at the new collection of scrapes and bruises littering his legs and arms and face. She should have kept him safe. If they were family, then she did a poor job of keeping him safe. The least she could do, before even thinking of letting herself fall into herself, would be to finish her job as best she can. His mission was complete, so now it was time for him to leave the premises.

“We should go,” Vanessa whispered. What time was it? Did it matter? Gregory nodded and pushed himself to his feet. She wondered if she should do the same but the problem was solved by Freddy sliding his hands under her back and legs, lifting her from the ground in a bridal carry. From where she could see, cheek pressed to his chest, Freddy’s shell had taken damage as well, deep scratches and scraped paint and part of one shoulder casing broken off completely, exposing the joint of his endoskeleton shoulder.

They started walking, Freddy and Gregory, and Vanessa listened to the heavy thumps of Freddy’s footsteps, faint vibrations moving through the shell of his chest. She could also hear her walkie-talkie crackling, Gregory speaking into it and relaying what happened in the pizzeria in between requests for help to escape this cave system.

“The people that showed up said they found and fixed another elevator for us, we just gotta find the other end of it down here,” the boy reported after a while. Vanessa lifted her head to gaze blankly down at him. He offered her a small and hopeful smile, “We’ll make it out of here… Mom.”

She wished he didn’t call her that. It wasn’t fair to them; Gregory deserved a good mom, and Vanessa couldn’t even be sure of her own identity. Not anymore. Still, he didn’t have anyone, and the madwoman who stole their memories had given them both the last name of Afton in some twisted mockery of adoption into her family, so maybe she could try to be a real family member for him. Vanessa managed a small nod and Gregory brightened a little, more hopeful in his expression.

“Oh, and your Not-Boyfriend also seemed to snap out of it, but he got taken to the hospital already,” he added, shaking the walkie-talkie to keep her focus on him.

“Best friend,” she corrected. Ugh, her voice sounded so raspy and bad. Was that from the smoke inhalation? Or the dust from all the debris that collapsed in the path that led to the pizzeria?

“Whatever,” Gregory dismissed with a wave of his hand, “Point is, Circus Baby’s friends are gonna help us get out of here, and then we can get away from this place and be free.” His eyes were wide and bright as he spoke, “Just the three of us, you and me and Freddy; we’ll ditch this place and find our own one. We can have a home.”

It sounded so nice. A real home, a place to heal and start making memories again, memories that wouldn’t be stripped from her mind to keep her blank for someone else to take her over. A home where she could look after Gregory, and Freddy and Sydney could help out, and they’d all be together and happy.

She wanted so badly to be happy.

“Yeah,” she managed to say, blinking to keep her tears in so she didn’t jinx the whole thing, “Let’s get out of here, and find a home.” She reached her uninjured arm out, hand open, and gave a gentle squeeze when Gregory put his hand in hers.

Freddy didn’t say anything, but he wiggled his ears and Vanessa could almost feel the smile from the spirit within him as they moved on in search of a way up and out of the madness under the Pizzaplex.

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Their custom made sheer curtains are created by using lightweight fabrics that drape delicately over your windows, updating the look of any room with fresh texture and movement.  These sheer curtains are also available in various colours, textures and patterns depending on your stylistic preferences. They supply different type of sheer curtains such as sheer bedroom curtains and sheer eyelet curtains, sheer curtains with roller blinds and more. These curtain suppliers guarantee that their sheer curtains can provide a layer of thermal and acoustic insulation to your windows ensuring your space get warm during the winter months by trapping in heat and cool during the summer months by blocking heat. These curtains can also help to reduce noise levels by absorbing sound waves. Sheer curtains provide a beautiful window covering solution, but they also offer practical benefits such as reducing glare and heat from direct sunlight.

Value of Installing Custom Made Curtains: 

Numerous websites state that curtains created to order are precisely tailored to your window's measurements. However, it is probably impossible or extremely difficult to obtain the correct size when buying curtains from one of the retail chains because there are so few options available in terms of size, design, and colour. Having said that, improperly fitting curtains will not only fail to offer the appropriate amount of seclusion, but they will also detract from the attractiveness of your interior design. Expert interior design teams offer a plethora of possibilities for custom-made curtains. Professional processes and premium linings are used in the exquisite craftsmanship of custom-made curtains. Careful consideration is given to the style and placement of your windows, as well as the amount of sunlight they receive, while choosing the fabrics.

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What Effect Does Winter Weather Have on Home Security?

High winds and significant snowfall that accompany winter storms can easily result in power disruptions. Winter storm Grayson, which struck the east coast less than a year ago, cut electricity to 80,000 homes and businesses.

Winter weather may significantly affect your everyday life, depending on where you reside. In addition to impacting heating costs and driving conditions, snow, sleet, and freezing temperatures can have an impact on home security.

1. Power Blackouts Take into account a home security system with a battery backup. The system will transition to battery mode in the event of a power outage and remain there until the power is restored. Your system will recharge and continue to work normally once the power is restored. However, your system's battery life is limited. After 24 hours, most batteries degrade. Always inquire about the lifespan of the backup batteries from your security supplier and make plans appropriately.

2. Communication Blocking Consider using cellular monitoring as a backup for your security system to prevent system outages. Your security monitoring service will immediately switch to your backup cellular connection if your IP (wi-fi) connection drops due to severe winter weather. This enables you to prevent theft or break-ins even if your home's main network encounters issues because of the harsh winter weather.

3. Unresponsive Emergency Services Due to natural calamities like winter storms, emergency services are frequently overrun with calls and requests. If there is severe winter weather, homeowners must be ready for delays. As you wait for emergency services to arrive, take into account the following precautions to keep your property secure:

Give your security provider current emergency contact information.

Use a battery-operated radio to get updates on emergency services, storm information, and a forecast of when the power could come back on or the weather will get better.

In the case of a protracted power outage, prepare an emergency kit with supplies such as food, water, blankets, hats, gloves, batteries, matches, and a flashlight.

Reduce the harm caused by extreme weather by using the aforementioned advice. To make sure you have the right precautions in place in the case of a winter storm, get in touch with Cove.

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Scout:

The Gatekeeper

+10% damage +50% bullets per shot On hit:Pull enemies towards you, like an inverted force-a-nature Shoots in 3 directions -3 ammo from the clip per shot -50% fire rate -10% reload speed

Digi-Batter Box 3000

On use: Pull out a personal scout sized mvm shield that lasts 35 seconds Can't use other weapons while blocking -35% recharge rate then cleaver

Batter's weight downs

On wearer: +50% knockback resistance Fall damage you would have taken is dealt to enemies you land on -50% damage taken by the scout -15% movement speed

soldier:

Your Ameri-tection

+75% blast radius Projectile has a 3 person protecting shield infront of it -75% damage -75% clip size -50% ammo capacity -30% projectile speed

Stately Backer

On wearer: +40 hp You cannot be backstabbed +70% damage resistance from behind No charge meter or other effects -30% movement speed

Flippy's Shovel

While deployed: -30% movement speed but 100% knockback resistance and +30% resistance to a every form of damage -30% damage -30% swing speed -30% deploy and holster speed

Pyro:

Expendable Maid's Tool

+75% direct damage +70% airblast knockback Primary fire and alt-fire shoot out in a mvm shield-like formation +70% airblast cost -75% airblast fire rate -30% afterburn damage

A Fan's Pack

On wearer: +25% jump height +25% air movement control

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You have an airblast aura around you that is like huo-long heat maker but pyro with airblast and smaller, and going off -10% slower

Refueler's Commitment

On wearer: +150% max primary ammo +15% weapon switch speed Loud sloshing from gasoline in this new arm of yours

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On hit:apply gas passer effect -25% damage -50% swing speed

Demoman:

Splashy's Boots

On wearer: +50 hp +50% blast radius on secondary

Ladapso's Launcher

+100% reload speed You can launch your allies and they do not take fall damage from it, your stickies also heal allies for 75 hp on explosion at closest while 5 hp at furthest +80% blast radius for allies -75% damage to enemies -75% fire rate

Tavish's Ailment

Alt-fire:throw your bottle at an ally and heal them for 100 hp, takes 20% longer then sandman to recharge though -100% damage

Heavy:

Medic's Bouncy Ball Launcher

+200% Max primary ammo You shoot bouncy projectiles that are small ball shaped health packs and heal as such to allies Fires in 3 round bursts You deal no damage to enemies

Vich-Launcher

Fire sandviches to your allies faster then an airstirke! 1 shot per clip -65% reload speed

Mafia's Boosters

+65% damage Each kill (max 5) increases your swing speed by 10% but you start at -20% swing speed base

Engineer:

Provised Supplier

Alt-fire:marks a teamate(not for death)up to 3 max teammates can be marked

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Upon firing:whoever you marked,will get teleported to where ypur projectile lands Costs metal to fire 1 teammate=100 metal 2 teammates=150 metal 3 teammates=200 metal

Mega Metal Manager

On wearer: +400 metal increase As your metal gets more full, you get slower, up to -80% movement speed

Builder's Presence On wearer: +25% movement speed When allies or buildings are nearby, repair and upgrade them/ give them ammo No wrench boosting

Medic:

Medic's Heal Engine

On wearer: +25 up +35% movement speed +30% air movement control

The Anti-Medigun

Shoots a beam the size of a sniper dot and uber charges with damage dealt 5 damage per second Doesn't latch on to enemies but does pierce them

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Ubercharge: after 300 damage is dealt gain a 300% bigger beam of energy that deals 20 damage per second Lasts 10.5s

Vital Stealer

+75% swing speed +40% life leech -60% damage -20% deploy and holster speed

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On wearer: -20 hp

Sniper:

The Croc'd Shot

+60% deploy and holster speed +25% damage +25% max primary ammo On kill:get a screenshot closeup of the enemy face as the bullet hit and killed them -55% charge speed -50% fire rate

Kanger-Boom

+60% bullets per shot +25% damage +35% reload speed On hit:knockback enemies like a 50% weaker force-a-nature Mini-crits when it would crit -25% clip size -50% fire rate

Sloth's Feet

On wearer: Allows you to scale up walls at your movement speed like a Minecraft spider -35% movement speed

Spy:

Shotty-volver

+50% damage +30% bullets per shot On hit: a 25% weaker knockback compared to force-a-nature Fires 2 shots at once +30% bullet spread

Charmed Rune

On wearer: -15% movement speed

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On backstab: for 22 seconds, the person you stabbed will start firing at their allies, doing -25% damage then usual to them Can't backstab again till effect is over -90% deploy and holster speed -10% backstab raise animation speed

Sticky Blackout

+10% sapper damage Upon destroying a building: it explodes and deals damage to that of a -50% weaker sticky, knocking enemies away as well -60% sapper health

Escar-vroom

+10% cloak duration +10% cloak recharge -30% uncloak noise Upon cloaking: +65% movement speed Upon uncloaking: -30% movement speed for 3 seconds

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SKJ Overseas: Leading Manufacturer of Ceramic Saddles, Rings, Grid Blocks, and More

SKJ Overseas is a renowned name in the manufacturing and export sector of high-quality industrial ceramic products such as Ceramic Saddles, Rings, Grid Blocks, PP Pall Rings, Ceramic Ultra, and more. With a commitment to superior quality and innovation, SKJ Overseas has earned a reputation as a reliable supplier in both domestic and international markets. This article will explore SKJ Overseas' product range, manufacturing processes, and its growing presence in key global markets, including Pall Ring in Dubai, Ceramic Super Intalox Saddle in Dubai, and Grid Block in Mandsaur. Additionally, we'll discuss their prominence as inert ceramic balls manufacturers, inert ceramic balls exporters, and High Alumina Ceramic Balls exporters.

SKJ Overseas: Excellence in Ceramic and Industrial Products Manufacturing

SKJ Overseas has established itself as a leader in the manufacturing of ceramic and industrial products that are widely used in various industrial processes, including chemical engineering, gas treatment, and distillation processes. Their product portfolio includes Ceramic Saddles, PP Pall Rings, Grid Blocks, and High Alumina Ceramic Balls, among others, which are known for their high durability, strength, and heat resistance.

The company’s manufacturing capabilities are backed by advanced technology and stringent quality control processes, ensuring that each product meets international standards. Moreover, SKJ Overseas is not just a domestic supplier; it has a strong export portfolio, serving clients across several countries.

Product Range at SKJ Overseas

Ceramic Saddles

Ceramic Saddles are used in various industries for gas scrubbing, distillation, and filtration processes. SKJ Overseas manufactures Ceramic Saddles that are designed to provide maximum surface area, ensuring efficient mass transfer and gas-liquid interaction. Their products are highly durable, resistant to thermal shock, and offer excellent chemical resistance.

PP Pall Rings

PP Pall Rings are a crucial element in packed bed columns, offering high surface area and low-pressure drop, which improves the efficiency of various industrial processes such as gas absorption, distillation, and stripping. SKJ Overseas manufactures high-quality PP Pall Rings with precise dimensions that ensure optimal performance in diverse chemical and petrochemical industries. With a growing demand for Pall Rings in Dubai, SKJ Overseas has become a key supplier for companies in the region that require reliable and efficient mass transfer solutions.

Ceramic Super Intalox Saddle

The Ceramic Super Intalox Saddle in Dubai is another product SKJ Overseas is well-known for. These saddles provide excellent packing performance due to their unique design, which offers a large surface area, making them ideal for gas and liquid distribution applications. Industries in Dubai and other parts of the Middle East prefer SKJ Overseas' Ceramic Super Intalox Saddles due to their high mechanical strength, resistance to high temperatures, and superior chemical stability.

Grid Blocks

Grid Blocks in Mandsaur and other regions play a crucial role in catalyst support in various industries. These blocks are used in applications requiring high surface area, excellent mechanical strength, and long operational life. SKJ Overseas produces high-quality Grid Blocks designed for uniform gas flow and temperature distribution, essential for efficient catalytic reactions.

Inert Ceramic Balls

As an inert ceramic balls manufacturer, SKJ Overseas has gained significant recognition for producing ceramic balls that are used as catalyst bed support media in chemical reactors. These balls are designed to provide excellent chemical stability, resistance to high temperatures, and mechanical strength, making them essential in various industrial applications.

SKJ Overseas is also an established inert ceramic balls exporter, supplying these critical industrial components to clients worldwide. The company ensures that its inert ceramic balls meet international standards, offering durability and performance that cater to the needs of industries such as oil refining, gas processing, and petrochemical manufacturing.

High Alumina Ceramic Balls

High Alumina Ceramic Balls are another significant product offered by SKJ Overseas. These balls are known for their high density, low porosity, and superior resistance to corrosion, making them ideal for use in various demanding industrial environments. As a prominent High Alumina Ceramic Balls exporter, SKJ Overseas ensures that these balls provide excellent wear resistance and longer service life, contributing to enhanced operational efficiency for industries worldwide.

Global Market Presence: Exporting High-Quality Ceramic Products

Pall Rings in Dubai: Meeting Industrial Demands

Dubai's booming industrial sector has created a significant demand for high-performance industrial packing solutions, and SKJ Overseas has been a crucial player in meeting this demand. Pall Rings in Dubai are widely used in industries such as petrochemicals, gas treatment, and chemical processing, and SKJ Overseas has emerged as a preferred supplier for these products. Their PP Pall Rings, known for their durability and low-pressure drop, have become a staple in many industrial plants in the region.

Dubai's strategic location as a global trade hub further enhances SKJ Overseas' ability to serve clients in the Middle East, Africa, and beyond. The company’s commitment to timely delivery and consistent product quality has strengthened its position in this competitive market.

Ceramic Super Intalox Saddle in Dubai: A Key Product for Gas and Liquid Distribution

In addition to Pall Rings, the demand for Ceramic Super Intalox Saddles in Dubai has also seen significant growth. These saddles are critical for gas and liquid distribution applications, offering excellent mechanical strength and chemical resistance. SKJ Overseas' Ceramic Super Intalox Saddles are preferred by industries in Dubai due to their superior performance in high-temperature and corrosive environments.

By offering customized solutions tailored to the needs of clients in Dubai, SKJ Overseas has solidified its presence in the region’s industrial market, becoming a key player in supplying advanced ceramic products.

Grid Blocks: Supporting Catalyst Processes

In the Indian market, particularly in regions like Mandsaur, Grid Blocks play a critical role in industrial processes. SKJ Overseas has been a major supplier of high-quality Grid Blocks to industries requiring efficient catalyst support systems. These blocks are designed for durability and optimal gas flow distribution, ensuring the efficient operation of reactors and other industrial equipment.

The company's strong manufacturing capabilities and strict adherence to quality standards have made it a trusted supplier in the Indian market, providing solutions that enhance the operational efficiency of chemical, petrochemical, and refining industries.

Commitment to Quality and Innovation

SKJ Overseas has earned a reputation for delivering products that adhere to the highest quality standards. The company’s production facilities are equipped with cutting-edge technology, allowing for precise manufacturing processes that ensure consistent product quality. From inert ceramic balls manufacturers to High Alumina Ceramic Balls exporters, SKJ Overseas adheres to rigorous quality control protocols at every stage of production.

Moreover, SKJ Overseas places a strong emphasis on research and development (R&D), constantly innovating to meet the evolving needs of their clients. This dedication to innovation allows them to stay ahead of market trends and offer products that meet the increasing demands of modern industrial applications.

Export Excellence: A Global Reach

With a strong export portfolio, SKJ Overseas is recognized as one of the leading inert ceramic balls exporters and High Alumina Ceramic Balls exporters. Their products are shipped to clients across Europe, the Middle East, Asia, and Africa, ensuring that industries worldwide have access to high-quality ceramic products that enhance their operational efficiency.

SKJ Overseas’ commitment to timely delivery, competitive pricing, and superior product quality has earned the company a loyal customer base across the globe. Their ability to cater to both large-scale industrial projects and smaller specialized requirements demonstrates their versatility and dedication to customer satisfaction.

Conclusion: SKJ Overseas – A Trusted Partner for Industrial Ceramic Solutions

SKJ Overseas has established itself as a leader in the manufacturing and export of high-quality ceramic products, including Ceramic Saddles, Rings, Grid Blocks, PP Pall Rings, and Ceramic Ultra. Their products are trusted by industries worldwide, from Pall Ring in Dubai to Grid Block in Mandsaur. As a company that places a high emphasis on quality, innovation, and customer satisfaction, SKJ Overseas continues to be a reliable partner for businesses seeking durable and efficient ceramic solutions.

Whether you are looking for inert ceramic balls manufacturers or High Alumina Ceramic Balls exporters, SKJ Overseas offers comprehensive solutions tailored to meet your specific industrial needs. Their dedication to quality and excellence ensures that their products continue to play a vital role in global industrial processes.

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Are you looking for high-quality #DIN2738 Steel in India? Look no further than VIRAT SPECIAL STEELS PVT. LIMITED , INDIA. We are one of the leading suppliers and stockists of DIN 2738 Steel in India and abroad.

DIN 2738 is a premium mold steel that offers excellent polishability, wear resistance, and toughness, making it ideal for a wide range of tooling applications. DIN 2738 or P20+Ni is a specially designed mold steel with improved toughness and excellent machinability compared to standard P20 grades.

DIN 1.2738 is a widely used cold work steel, especially in the plastic mold industry. It is equivalent to P20+Ni and AISI P20+Ni tool steel. DIN 2738 steels have superior polishability compared to 1.2312 (AISI P20+S) and better machinability. To enhance the hardness and wearability of the mould surface material , it can be treated with nitrogenation and flame hardening. DIN 2738 steel is melted in an electrical furnace and refined using a VOD or DH equipment.

Chemical Composition: Carbon (C): 0.35-0.45%, Manganese (Mn): 1.30-1.60%, Silicon (Si): 0.20-0.40%, Phosphorus (P): ≤ 0.030%, Sulfur (S): ≤ 0.030%, Chromium (Cr): 1.80-2.10%, Nickel (Ni): 0.90-1.20%, Molybdenum (Mo): 0.15-0.25%

Mechanical Properties: Tensile Strength: 980-1180 MPa Yield Strength: ≥ 800 MPa Elongation: ≥ 15% Hardness: 280-325 HB

Physical Properties: Density: DIN 2738 and P20+Ni have a density of approximately 7.85 g/cm³. Thermal Conductivity: The thermal conductivity of these steels is around 30-35 W/(m·K). Specific Heat Capacity: The specific heat capacity is about 460-480 J/(kg·K). Thermal Expansion: The linear coefficient of thermal expansion is approximately 11-12 x 10^-6 /K.

Application: DIN 2738 is applicable for large & small plastic mould dies for Automotive Industries, Dies for Domestic goods , High finishing plastic Die, Boaster Plates of Presses, Die Holders & Shoe blocks for drop Hammers, Press Cassettes , Upsetter Blocker, forging dies, Different dies & mold for plastic products etc.

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How about using "Innovative Packaging Solutions from BOPET Film Suppliers" as a topic? It highlights both the role of BOPET films and the value provided by suppliers

Packaging plays an important role in today's marketplace for keeping items safe and increasing their shelf life. Film made of BOPET (biaxially oriented polyethylene terephthalate) is a very useful material that is frequently used in the packaging industries. It is an Highly adaptable substance that is frequently utilized in the packaging industries . These films are Renowned for their exceptional durability, clarity, and capacity to block chemicals, making them perfect for a range of packaging needs in various sectors.

The reason why BOPET films are a favored packaging option.

BOPET films provide excellent durable strength, Ensuring  the Sustainability and Preserving of products during packaging. These movies also have the ability to withstand moisture, gasses, and odors, thus Supporting in maintaining the freshness and quality of food items.  BOPET films offer excellent transparency, allowing consumers to easily see the contents and making the product more attractive.

Stability in heat and impact on the environment.

Another significant benefit of BOPET films is their thermal stability, allowing them to be used in both high and low-temperature settings. This characteristic enables manufacturers to utilize BOPET films in frozen foods, ready-to-eat meals, and other temperature-sensitive products. Moreover, BOPET films can be recycled, making them a sustainable choice for companies looking to lower their environmental impact.

Customized options provided by suppliers of Bopet film.

Due to the increasing need for environmentally friendly and Optimized packaging options, BOPET films have become the preferred choice for numerous sectors. Bopet Film Suppliers provide a variety of customizable choices designed to meet individual requirements, Promising optimal package effectiveness.

Conclusion

If you need trustworthy and effective packaging supplies, Bopet Film Suppliers offer top solutions for improving your product's strength, shelf life, and overall appearance. The flexibility of BOPET films makes them a preferred option for packaging in different industries, such as food, drinks, electronics, and others.

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AAC Block Supplier in Gurgaon, Faridabad, Delhi : AAC Block. — Rodidust.

AAC blocks or Autoclaved Aerated Concrete blocks, one of lightweight building material, made up of sand, calcined gypsum, lime, water, aluminium powder and cement which is heated under pressure in autoclave. These blocks are used for both interior and exterior construction. It is greyish-white in color and has thermal efficiency three times higher than clay bricks. It is 50% lighter than red bricks and also one-third of cost those bricks. Its sound insulation is approximately 42b and water absorption of about 10% of its weight. AAC Block Supplier in Gurgaon.

Advantages of AAC Blocks.

✓ AAC blocks are light in weight. It weighs almost 50% less than other bricks. Hence its light weight leads to reduce transportation and labor cost. Not only this, its lighter weight makes the blocks easy to handle and also increase the chances of survival in seismic activity. Hence it is earthquake resistant also.

✓ Usually, AAC blocks are larger in size which leads to faster masonry work hence reducing the construction cost of project.

✓ While looking upon construction-design, moisture protection is the important factor that is taken into consideration. AAC blocks have porous structure. The macro pores present in AAC, makes it moisture-proof.

✓ It allows diffusion of water hence the usage of AAC blocks leads to great ventilation. It absorbs all the moisture and releases humidity.

✓ As compare to other concrete, it produces 30% less solid waste along with decrement of 50% of greenhouse gas emission. So, AAC blocks are environment- friendly.

✓ Talking about longevity of AAC blocks, they are not affected by harsh climates. Also, it does not get degrade easily by normal climate conditions. Hence, AAC blocks are long-lasting.

✓ When fire-safety point of view is taken into consideration, AAC blocks can be looked upon because of their non-combustible property. It can provide fire-resistance for upto six hours.

✓ In the manufacture of AAC blocks no toxic substances are utilized which further do not attracts pests. So, AAC blocks are also termite-free.

✓ AAC blocks allows temperatures to be warm in winters and cold in summers because of thermal insulation property which is gained by the formation of hydrogen in production process.

✓ AAC blocks are much stronger than other building materials as it have average compressive strength of 3.5 N/mm2.

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Key Features of High-Quality AAC Blocks.

Density and Strength

High-quality AAC blocks should have a uniform density and high compressive strength to ensure they are durable and capable of withstanding structural loads.

Thermal Performance

Good AAC blocks provide excellent thermal insulation, helping to maintain comfortable indoor temperatures without excessive energy use.

Moisture Resistance

Look for AAC blocks that are moisture-resistant, which helps prevent issues like mold growth and structural weakening.

Dimensional Accuracy

AAC blocks with accurate dimensions make construction more efficient, reducing the need for excess mortar and ensuring precise alignment.

Conclusion.

Choosing the right AAC block supplier in Gurgaon, Faridabad, and Delhi can make a significant difference in your construction project. AAC blocks are revolutionizing the building industry due to their eco-friendly nature, thermal insulation, lightweight design, and cost-effectiveness. Whether you are working on a residential, commercial, or industrial project, selecting a reliable supplier ensures you receive high-quality blocks that meet local building standards and certifications.

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Everything You Need To Know About Muffle Furnace Manufacturer in India

Harrier Enterprises is a leading manufacturer and supplier of Muffle Furnaces in India, providing high-performance solutions for laboratories and industrial applications. These furnaces are widely used for material testing, heat treatment, annealing, and sintering processes. Designed for precision, Harrier Enterprises’ Muffle Furnaces are known for their reliable performance, energy efficiency, and advanced features.

Uses:

Muffle Furnaces are essential for applications requiring high temperatures in a controlled environment without direct flame contact. They are widely used in metallurgical, ceramics, electronics, and chemical industries. These furnaces are ideal for testing materials, melting glass, performing ashing processes, and analyzing various metal and alloy compositions.

Working Principle:

The Muffle Furnace operates by generating heat through electric coils placed around the furnace chamber. The heating elements raise the internal temperature, which is uniformly distributed across the chamber to ensure even heating of the sample. The "muffle" structure isolates the sample from the heating elements, preventing contamination and ensuring precise temperature control. Temperature regulation is controlled by a digital controller, allowing users to set and maintain specific temperatures required for the process.

Features:

High-Temperature Capability: Harrier Enterprises’ Muffle Furnaces can reach temperatures up to 1700°C, making them suitable for a wide range of high-heat applications.

Uniform Heating: Advanced insulation ensures consistent temperature distribution throughout the chamber for precise heating.

Durable Construction: Built with high-grade stainless steel and ceramic fiber insulation, the furnace is designed for long-lasting performance and safety.

Energy Efficiency: Low power consumption due to advanced insulation and optimized heating elements reduces operational costs.

User-Friendly Controls: Equipped with programmable temperature controllers, users can easily set desired temperatures and monitor the furnace operation.

Safety Features: Over-temperature protection, insulation, and an automatic cut-off feature enhance operational safety.

Harrier Enterprises’ Muffle Furnaces are designed for precision and durability, meeting the diverse needs of industrial and laboratory applications.

For more Information:- Contact us:-+91–9278334734 Email:- harrierprince@gmail.com Address:- House №210, 1st Floor, Block-I, SDV Lakkarpur, Pole Factory, Faridabad, Haryana-121009, India.

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Troubleshooting Common Issues with Air Dryer Compressors

Air dryer compressors are essential components in compressed air systems, designed to remove moisture and ensure that the air remains dry and clean. However, like any machinery, they can experience issues that affect their performance and efficiency. Experiencing issues with your air dryer compressor can be frustrating, especially if it’s your first time dealing with such problems. It’s essential to repair promptly to keep moisture out and protect your pipes, tools, and equipment. Start by checking the cooler on your air compressors. If the inlet air temperature going into the air dryer compressor is too high, the dryer will be overworked and may not reach the required dew point.

Ensuring the inlet air temperature is within the recommended range is necessary for optimal performance. Before troubleshooting or repairing, always prioritise safety by disconnecting the power from the air dryer supplier. This precaution is essential to avoid accidents and prevent further damage to the equipment. Once you’ve ensured safety, inspect the dryer for visible signs of damage or wear. Addressing these issues can help prevent more significant problems in the future. Here’s a complete guide to diagnosing and resolving common issues with air dryer compressors.

Some common problems, causes and solutions of air dryer compressors:

Insufficient drying:

Problem: When your air dryer compressor fails to remove moisture sufficiently, it results in wet compressed air, leading to problems like rust and corrosion in your system.

Possible causes:

Blocked or dirty filters: Filters are essential in removing particulates and water. Over time, they can become clogged, reducing airflow and drying efficiency.

Incorrect settings: If the air dryer compressor’s settings are incorrect to your system’s requirements, it may not perform optimally.

Faulty refrigerant: Refrigerant issues, such as low levels or leaks, can impair the cooling process, affecting moisture removal.

Solutions:

Inspect and replace filters: Regularly check air and condensate filters. Replace them if they seem dirty or blocked. Routine maintenance is necessary to maintain performance.

Adjust dryer settings: Ensure that the air dryer compressor is according to the manufacturer’s recommendations and the specific needs of your system. Check settings like temperature and pressure to match working conditions.

Check refrigerant levels: Inspect refrigerant levels and look for leaks. If necessary, renew the refrigerant or address leaks to restore proper function.

High pressure drop:

Problem: A noticeable drop in pressure across the air dryer supplier can reduce system efficiency and performance.

Possible causes:

Blocked air intake: Dust and waste can block the air intake, reducing the volume of air processed and causing a pressure drop.

Dirty heat exchangers: Hoarding dirt and grime in heat exchangers can restrict heat transfer and airflow, resulting in pressure issues.

Faulty pressure regulator: A malfunctioning pressure regulator can lead to inaccurate pressure readings and affect system performance.

Solutions:

Clean air intake: Regularly clean the air intake to ensure precise airflow. Remove any waste or blocks.

Maintain heat exchangers: Clean heat exchangers to remove collected dirt. This will help maintain optimal heat transfer and airflow.

Check and replace pressure regulator: Inspect the pressure regulator for proper function. Replace it if it’s not delivering proper pressure readings.

Excessive noise:

Problem: Unusual or excessive noise from the air dryer compressors can show underlying issues and affect the overall process of your system.

Possible causes:

Loose parts: Vibrations from loose parts can cause noise. This is often due to poor assembly or wear and tear.

Worn bearings: Bearings that are worn out or damaged can produce grinding or rattling noises.

Improper support: Incorrect support of parts can lead to vibrations and noise during the process.

Solutions:

Tighten loose parts: Check and tighten all loose parts and connections. Ensure that all parts are securely fastened.

Inspect bearings: Examine the bearings for signs of wear or damage. Replace worn bearings to stop grinding noises.

Ensure proper support: Ensure all parts are scaled correctly and securely to prevent vibrations and noise.

Frequent cycling:

Problem: If the air dryer supplier is on and off too repeatedly, it can lead to inefficient function and unstable drying.

Possible causes:

Overloaded system: An overloaded system can cause the air dryer to supply more continually as it struggles to keep up with demand.

Short cycling: Short cycling by incorrect settings or rapid changes in temperature or pressure.

Faulty thermostat: A malfunctioning thermostat can lead to erratic cycling and impact the dryer’s efficiency.

Solutions:

Check system load: Ensure the system is beyond the dryer’s capacity. Adjust the load.

Adjust settings: Check and resolve air dryer compressor settings to avoid short cycling. Ensure that air compressors work within their scheduled parameters for temperature and pressure.

Test and repair thermostat: Inspect the thermostat for proper functioning. If faulty, repair or replace it to stabilise cycling and maintain efficient operation.

Water in the compressed air:

Problem: Finding water in the compressed air despite using an air dryer shows that air dryer compressors are not effectively removing moisture.

Possible causes:

Undersized dryer: If the air dryer compressor is too small for the system’s needs, it may not handle the moisture load effectively.

Malfunctioning drain valve: A faulty or blocked drain valve can prevent proper condensate removal, leading to water in the air stream.

High ambient temperatures: Excessively high temperatures can reduce the dryer’s efficiency, allowing moisture to pass through.

Solutions:

Verify dryer capacity: Confirm that the air dryer compressor is perfect for your system. If necessary, consider upgrading to a larger unit.

Inspect and maintain the drain valve: Regularly check the drain valve for proper operation. Clean or replace it as needed to ensure effective condensate removal.

Monitor and manage ambient temperature: Check the air dryer supplier’s temperature. Consider more cooling solutions or a more robust dryer if high temperatures are an issue.

Increased energy consumption:

Problem: Increasing energy consumption can lead to higher operating costs and show inefficiencies in the performance of air dryer compressors.

Possible causes:

Dirty parts: Collection of dirt on filters and heat exchangers can force the air compressors to work harder, consuming more energy.

Inefficient process: Incorrect settings or maintenance issues can lead to inefficient operation and higher energy use.

Older equipment: Outdated air dryer compressors may be less energy-efficient than newer models with advanced technology.

Solutions:

Clean and maintain: Regularly clean filters and heat exchangers for optimal performance. Schedule routine maintenance to address any inefficiencies.

Optimise settings: Review and adjust the air dryer compressor settings to ensure efficient operation. Avoid unnecessary energy consumption by fine-tuning parameters like pressure and temperature.

Upgrade equipment: Consider replacing outdated equipment with newer, more energy-efficient models. Modern air dryer compressors often come with advanced features that improve energy efficiency.

Leaking Condensate:

Problem: Leaks in the condensate system can lead to water damage and reduced performance in the air compressors.

Possible causes:

Faulty condensate drain: A malfunctioning or blocked drain can cause leaks and prevent proper water removal.

Loose or damaged connections: Leaks can occur due to loose connections or damage in the condensate lines or tanks.

Cracked or worn parts: Cracks or wear in the condensate system parts can lead to leaks and reduced efficiency.

Solutions:

Inspect and repair drain: Check the condensate drain for blockages or malfunctions. Clean or repair the drain as needed to ensure proper operation.

Tighten connections: Ensure connections in the condensate system are secure. Tighten any loose fittings and replace damaged parts.

Replace damaged parts: Examine the condensate lines and tanks for cracks or wear. Replace any damaged parts to prevent leaks and maintain system goodness.

Wrapping up:

Troubleshooting common issues with air dryer compressors includes understanding the probable problems and executing practical solutions. You can maintain the efficiency and reliability of your compressed air system by addressing issues such as insufficient drying, high-pressure drops, excessive noise, frequent cycling, water in the compressed air, increased energy consumption, and leaking condensate. Regular maintenance and prompt attention to any signs of trouble will help ensure that your air dryer compressor works smoothly and effectively, providing clean, dry, compressed air for your needs.