#Impeller processing

[gd-prototyping]

We provide precision five-axis CNC machining, which can process various impeller blades.https://www.gd-prototypes.com/

[ungoliantschilde]

Thor Vs Loki, by Arthur Adams

[gumpistol]

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𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑! / @code01746

[datastring]

Propeller and Impeller Mixers Market Set to Reach $1,836.7 Million by 2035 Amid Industrial Expansion

The global Propeller and Impeller Mixers market is on track to grow significantly, with projected revenues increasing from $663.4 million in 2024 to $1,836.7 million by 2035, reflecting an average annual growth rate of 9.7%. This growth is driven by rising demand in critical application areas such as chemical mixing, food processing, wastewater treatment, and oil dispersion, which rely heavily on efficient and reliable mixing technologies.

Detailed Analysis - https://datastringconsulting.com/industry-analysis/propeller-and-impeller-mixers-market-research-report

Key Drivers and Application Areas

Propeller and impeller mixers serve as essential equipment across a diverse range of industries. In chemical processing, these mixers help ensure homogeneity and facilitate complex reactions. The food and beverage sector uses them for consistent texture and quality during blending. In wastewater treatment, they play a pivotal role in sludge mixing and aeration, while in oil and energy applications, they are critical for dispersion and emulsification processes.

As these industries scale production and embrace process automation, the need for technologically advanced mixers is set to grow rapidly. Customization, energy efficiency, and process adaptability are becoming top priorities in product development.

Competitive Landscape and Strategic Direction

The Propeller and Impeller Mixers market is defined by strong competition among prominent manufacturers. Industry leaders such as Sulzer Ltd, Philadelphia Mixing Solutions, Lightnin Mixers (SPX Flow), ProQuip Inc., Silverson Machines Ltd, Xylem Inc., Mixel Company, Chemineer Inc. (NOV Inc.), Alfa Laval, KSB, Brawn Mixer Inc., and Jongia NV are actively investing in innovation to maintain their market edge.

These companies are advancing mixer designs through improved blade geometry, material enhancements, and integration of digital controls. They are also exploring strategic partnerships, acquisitions, and regional expansions to broaden their customer base and access new revenue streams.

Global Expansion and Regional Shifts

North America and Europe continue to lead in market activity due to their mature industrial bases and high investment in process optimization. However, these regions face challenges such as high capital expenditure and evolving regulatory demands, prompting firms to seek growth in emerging markets.

Countries like India, Brazil, and South Africa are gaining attention as next-generation demand hubs. Rising industrial activity, particularly in chemical production and food processing, coupled with improving infrastructure, makes these regions ideal for market entry and expansion.

Evolving Supply Chains and Technological Complexity

The supply chain for Propeller and Impeller Mixers—from raw material sourcing to product design, manufacturing, and distribution—is undergoing transformation. This evolution is being driven by the need for customized solutions, digital integration, and sustainable manufacturing practices. As the market matures, companies are expected to invest in smarter production capabilities, modular mixer designs, and global logistics networks to meet demand efficiently and sustainably.

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[galaxy-process]

Radial Flow Impeller Manufacturer in Pune, India

Galaxy Industrial Equipment Pvt. Ltd., is the biggest producer of high-performance radial flow impellers, is based in Pune, India. We deliver the latest technologies for effective fluid flow and perfect mixing in a range of industrial applications because to our commitment to excellence. At Galaxy, we're experts in creating radial flow impellers with superior performance and reliability. Our impellers are perfect for sectors including chemical processing, wastewater treatment, and power generation because they are designed to tackle a broad variety of fluid dynamics difficulties. We pride ourselves on using only the highest quality material in our products, ensuring that our radial flow impellers withstand the most demanding conditions. Our thorough testing procedures ensure lifespan and dependability, helping our clients concentrate on their main business without having to worry about equipment failure. Recognizing that every application has distinct needs, we provide specialized solutions made to satisfy particular customer demands. Our committed group of experts works directly with customers to provide impeller designs that optimize performance and improve operational efficacy.

[opbackgrounds]

Impel Down pulls much from the Divine Comedy, and in that light referring to this intake process as baptism is quite interesting. In Catholic theology, people who die without being baptized are barred from heaven. In Dante's Inferno the first circle of hell, Limbo, belongs to both virtuous pagans and souls who died before receiving the sacrament. One Piece flips this idea on its head, instead not allowing its prisoners into hell without being baptized. Dante's Limbo is likewise a place without direct punishment, whereas this "rebirth" is enough to kill ordinary men.

And you can see insidious bits of propaganda already at work, even though this is obviously inhumane torture. It's a ritual. It sterilizes clothes and prevents disease. It burns away sin. Ignore the screams and the death. They're criminals so they deserve it, and even if they didn't, it's for their own good.

[bloodofelves]

TRANSISTOR (2014) ↳ The Process can’t be stopped. The Process could be impelled to simply go away. As for the town, we’ll have ourselves a blank canvas.

[codnasties]

bull rider!ghost 👻

having an uni bestie that's from a small rural town as someone who was born and raised in a city has it's perks, like getting to experience things you had never experienced before. and i'm talking about going to a rodeo.

crowd roaring as a new rider sat on an angry bull and got tossed into the air as the animal bucked fiercely. the first few wild dudes that you had seen were interesting. you know, the attraction of something new that you had never really seen before. but after a handful of them it started getting a bit boring, but your friend was cheering on so loudly and seemingly enjoying that so much it would probably be rude to tell them that you weren't having so much fun.

trying to find some kind of entertainment, you told your friend you were going to go and get a drink, because at this moment a beer looked like it would bring you some semblance of entertainment.

but you were wrong, because as you make your way back to the rodeo grounds, your eye caught a rider that was different. he had a commanding and charming aura to him, something that impelled you to look at him. well, maybe it was more that just the way he carried himself.

it was the way those jeans seemed to hug those thick thighs of his, how, with the help of the chaps he was wearing, they left little to imagination, giving you a perfect view of his ass. and oh what an ass! and his shirt... the way his strong and built muscle seemed to flex and ripple with each movement that he made.

when you finally made it back to where your friend was sitting - which took you longer than the way to the bar because of adoring such a man -, this mysterious dude was now on the chute, lowering himself onto one hell of an angry bull.

while the rest of the riders had caught your eye, there was nothing but anticipation inside of you to see him try to tame that ton and a half bull. and he did not disappoint, the beast beneath him bucking trying to get him of.

it wasn't just the way he has holding on or how long those eight seconds seemed to last when it was him on the arena. it was the way his hips swayed trying to follow the bulls movements, the way the bicep of the arm he was using to hold on became impossibly bigger with the tension, the veins that were proptinding on the hand he had up in the air, the glimpse of tattoos on his forearm as the sleeve of his shirt got pulled by his muscles.

before you ever realised, the buzzer had sounded, indicating that the time necessary was over and that he could now get off the bull. and when he did, you became even more intrigued by him and how fucking tall he looked and how he, amazingly, had managed to keep the hat he was wearing on his head the whole time.

seeing how entranced you were by this one specific rider, your friend immediately gave you that information that you were unknowingly desperate to know. "his name is simon riley, but they call him ghost"

"ghost?", you asked them back.

"yup, because of the way he rides, breaks records and then fucking vanishes. the public doesn't really know much about him or his personal life. and it's also a know fact that is hard to even get to meet him and talk to him" they explained. "oh, an also he ghost every single person that he fucks'

"hmm interesting", you hummed, starting to get into your head that as much as this 'ghost' seemed attractive and got you horny just from looking at him, he was quite unreachable and maybe a bit of an asshole.

"yeah, the man's a beast at what he does", they exclaimed, cutting your thought process.

"i can see, you don't need me to tell me twice", you uttered back.

"and he's actually a cousin of mine! let me introduce you to him'" they gave you further explanation.

you couldn't help the immediate 'oh' that left you. because you actually had a chance to talk to this man an maybe, maybe try to cham your way into those tight jeans of his. because an asshole has his charm, you know?

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hope y'all enjoyed that, i just pulled this out of my pussy.

no smut just pure hornyness. anyways, save a horse ride a cowboy or sum

[queercodedangel]

"In this sense, then, 'sex' not only functions as a norm, but is part of a regulatory practice that produces the bodies it governs, that is, whose regulatory force is made clear as a kind of productive power, the power to produce—demarcate, circulate, differentiate—the bodies it controls. Thus, 'sex' is a regulatory ideal whose materialization is compelled, and this materialization takes place (or fails to take place) through certain highly regulated practices. In other words, 'sex' is an ideal construct which is forcibly materialized through time.

It is not a simple fact or static condition of a body, but a process whereby regulatory norms materialize 'sex' and achieve this materialization through a forcible reiteration of those norms. That this reiteration is necessary is a sign that materialization is never quite complete, that bodies never quite comply with the norms by which their materialization is impelled. Indeed, it is the instabilities, the possibilities for rematerialization, opened up by this process that mark one domain in which the force of the regulatory law can be turned against itself to spawn rearticulations that call into question the hegemonic force of that very regulatory law."

- Judith Butler, Bodies That Matter: On the Discursive Limits of Sex

[assiraphales]

I can’t think what bon clays thought process in impel down was other than oh my darling friend luffy!!!! he’d be happy to see me either way but uhhhhhh let me test a theory real fast. & purposefully chose to put on zoro’s face to see how luffy would react

[tholiabentz]

Sabretooth, Marvel Renditions. Impel card n°15. Done in Procreate ✨ Video process on YouTube!

[kit-williams]

Ok resend of the other sfw Husbandry scenario

A Pre-Heresy Primarch ends up in the Husbandry World. Dealers choice on which one. Bonus points for dramatic irony if it's one of the dead ones and/or one of the ones who nobody would expect having time, patience, or chill to deal with baseline humans.

He was going to an audience with his Father. It was mid-day on holy Terra. How in the Void did he end up in the middle of a temperate rainforest on a damp and misty night in the beat between one breath and the next?! Fortunately he can hear the occasional sounds of distant vehicles pasing on some sort of paved road. Armored boots sinking into well soaked forest floor he began his measured treck through forested mountian terrain.

The most logical course of action was to find the road. From the road he can find some form of settlement. Which in turn will enable him to determine if he's on a human world or a xenos one. If it's a xenos world? He can begin cleansing it. If it's a human one? Hopefully it's already within the Imperium. That failing he can begin the processing of draging this world, kicking and screaming if need be, into the Emperor's light.

The screach of ruber folowed by dull sharp shatteing glass, the harsh crunch deforming metal metal and the dull crack of splintering wood drew him the rest of the way towards the road. Accompanied by the familiar scent of blood, the sharp scent of hydrocarbons and the piercing wails of an infant.

He reached the vehicle as a stray spark ignited the iso-octane and heptane around the engine. The adult baselines in the front seat were already dead on his scans. The infant's detachable crash harness served it's function admirably however. Instinct impelled him to rip off the door of the primative vehicle and peel back it's roof. A few quick slashes freed the infant harness and all from the impending inferno. He even dumped the lose blanket and stuffed toy into the harnes with the child as he pulled them out. Fifteen seconds later the car burst into flames.

The moment he looked down to meet the childs eyes he felt some thing all the way down to his soul. His first priority shifted, he needed to reach civilization to ensure the child's safety. Carefully cradling the crash harness in one arm he draped his cloak over it to protect the little one from the drizzle.

One short martch in the direction of the vehicle had been headed prior to the crash and a patroling of his sons intercepted him. The rain had even stopped so his precious bundel was uncovered. What he did not expect was for the Sargeant to take off his helmet and gloves off to rub his eyes in disbelief when he hailed them or for one of them to drop to his knees and begin the Litany of Thanksgiving for the Emperor's Deliverance. He certainly did not expect the final member of the squad to clatter to the ground in a dead faint.

@egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@ms--lobotomy @nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog @felinisnoctis @riokunova

@superunkn0wn @bookandyarndragon

SO I'm probably going to do something like this for all the Primarchs but for now I decided on Lorgar! (if ya'll can remind me in a week or so to come back to this please )

Lorgar coos down at the baby in his arms his finger gently pressing down on their stomach and chest as the rain picked up again. He's taken to cooing hymnals to Father to try and soothe the baby in his grasp. His sons are trying to wake their brother but the Sargent walks over to Lorgar. "Father we will need you to come to base."

"Do you know what has happened to me?"

There was a tension in the air, "We have to get to base first. I am not at liberty to explain."

"Why not." Lorgar said and his sons could feel the weight of his words... the full brunt of his authority in this moment.

The Sargent flinched under this direct gaze of his Father, "There is much I am not allowed to say. All I can say is that the situation is grave... things are not how they appear. There are those who know more and those who can explain what is going on better than I. I apologize Father that I cannot... but we must get the baseline infant out of the rain.

The walk to the base was filled with the sound of rain as it was clear to Lorgar that this was not a hive city as the rain was only lightly polluted but not enough to turn the rain acidic. His sons had tried to take the babe from him and he refused to be parted. Something was amiss as he was shepherded to a room seeing a council of his... sons? One was covered in symbology he only recognized in the ancient dark texts that Erebus was fond of... spikes growing from his skin and out of his armor.

"So you are here." One of them said with a reverence in his voice mixed with disbelief.

"Where is here." Lorgar said causing all but the spiked marine to flinch under his direct command.

"Calm yourself Father." The spiked Astartes says, "We will explain to you what has occurred. But please allow the medicae to check over the child." He gestures to a human that has entered the room and Lorgar hands them their carrier watching them gently take them out before laying them on a gurney before rolling them away. "Will you answer us this? Where were you before you arrived."

"I was going to see Father! I had arrived on Terra not that long ago. Why is this important." The air grew thick with Lorgar's displeasure at being questioned by his own sons and not receiving answers.

Finally one of the council broke, "You are on Terra. This is Terra circa M3."

Lorgar simply inhaled as his eyes darted thinking about the implications. "Oh. I see." He simply said.

"Will you tell us when you are from father?"

"Why does that matter." Lorgar couldn't stop the growl in his voice.

The son that had yet to speak finally spoke up, "Because we are not all from the same time. I am from before you have been reunited with the legion. He is from after you've been reunited, and he," He points to his twisted brother with distain.

"I am from M41." They practically purr with delight.

Lorgar inhales again digesting the information... this had a dozen implications that brothers far more invested in the sciences would have them rattling off... but this... "A test of faith... " Lorgar whispered before smiling and clapping his hands together, "Right! Well I've been told there are things I must know so I suppose we shall get started on that."

The air in the base relaxed from its ball of intensity as it all would surely be okay given that their Genesire was handling it well.

[diminuel]

Since I’m still down the Rocks rabbit hole and pondering this AU some more (I'm boring and just calling it Time Travelling Rocks AU for now) I think the path of angst for any time traveling AU would go like this:

Either little Pebble (I'm just going to use this as a name for now because it's cute! Technically, unless I change my mind, Crocodile's name is Keres) gets taken off Hachinosu and Rocks has been chasing for leads, leaving a trail of destruction for days/ weeks that finally leads to God Valley once he hears the broadcast. Or if the kid was on Rocks’ ship it’s also possible they lost sight of her on God Valley because a D. Clan child is not going to just sit around and hide. There has probably already been tension between Pebble’s parents regarding whether it was appropriate to bring a child on high stake raids and if it maybe wasn’t better to drop her off on Sphynx instead where a child can grow up safe and sheltered (but alone and ultimately defenseless if it turns out Sphynx isn’t safe after all).

It's possible that Rocks believes that Pebble has been killed which starts him on an even worse spiral of destruction, with no holds barred. And there’s a real danger that killing a lot of the present World Nobles would rain destruction down on the seas below, enough that Roger and Garp know that they have to stop him even if that means killing him and protecting Celestials in the process. Yes, it’s tragic that Rocks’ child is among the casualties but they can’t let Rocks trigger a "great cleansing". (Rocks would of course think that those are empty words coming from Garp, who knows that innocent children are experiencing unspeakable suffering and die at the hands of World Nobles every day. Who knows and does nothing about it. Who knows of the wanted poster that had been put out for Rocks’ innocent child and does nothing.)

Rocks, who has no devil fruit power but uses magic (or ancient civilization technology that looks like magic), knows that if he gets killed, a last resort/ emergency spell will be triggered. He doesn’t know what exactly it does but he doesn’t care.

But maybe as he lays dying he sees his child run past. Wearing different clothes, hiding her identity, having everyone fooled that she died, even her own parents. Such a smart child. And in true D. clan fashion Rocks can die with a laugh.

And then the magic is triggered and Rocks gasps awake and instantly swallows salt water. Disoriented, with wounds carried over from the battle, it takes him a while to get to land. He learns where he is and, shockingly, when he is. 36 years thrown into the future, on an island called Dawn.

If I go with a 36 years jump then that would put him shortly before Luffy’s departure, so he would be the only Monkey kid still on Dawn. In a serious AU I would go with that for sure. So that Rocks might only return to the world stage in/ around Marineford as well, having spent the time before acclimatizing to this time (and being babysat by Garp to make sure he’s not taking the first opportunity to return to his King of the World/ World Destroying ways.)

Maybe he’d meet Luffy in Impel Down because Rocks also had the brilliant idea to break into the prison to get Ace and Crocodile out, just that he’s a lot more stealthy than Luffy. But once Luffy’s made such a commotion then all bets are off for him too. It’s a fun family trip! :DD (Crocodile doesn’t think it’s fun at all. And he’s not looking forward to seeing his parents' reunion in Marineford of all places where the stakes are just too high for relationship drama...! And from the way Rocks is talking about Whitebeard there is definitely going to be relationship drama and Rocks might just kill the old man and the doing the World Governments job for them.)

I think while the Marine would still claim victory because they think Ace died (he gets better), Whitebeard does survive.

(In a sillier AU where everything is changed anyway the time jump could be earlier.)

[discordantwritings]

Taken Back (Crocodile x Reader)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, fem afab! Reader (reader is referred to as girl), degradation, oral sex, facefucking, clothed sex/ dry humping, idk what the nice tag for getting off on a shoe is

WC: 1.9k

Summary: Your old boss is out of prison and back in action. You know he doesn’t like loose ends so you make a play to kill him before he can kill you. Things turn out differently than you plan.

Notes: I am not sure if this is what the requester wanted but my mind went to places that I couldn’t stop and I hope they like it!

Tagging: @keiva1000

Sword griped tight you wait for the lackey pirates to pass as you sneak further into Karai Bari island. Sir Crocodile’s wanted poster weighs heavy in your pocket as you mentally run through your plan once again.

Get into his office. Kill him or die in the process. Finally be free one way or the other.

Shitty plan, but it’s the best you���ve got.

Ever since you heard the news that Crocodile had escaped from Impel Down you knew you had to do this. You knew he didn’t like loose ends. You knew him well, he was your old boss after all.

For years you had worked for Baroque Works, a special agent directly under Sir Crocodile’s rule. You would go so far to say you had a decent relationship with him, as decent a relationship as Crocodile could have. You appreciated his efficiency and ruthlessness and he appreciated your obedience and skill.

You were a spy, often away from Alabasta for months at a time, and you had been away when the Straw Hat Pirates had turned the country upside down. When you got back there was nothing left for you, so you had to rebuild your life. It wasn’t easy- but your skills were more than enough to keep you above water.

But then Crocodile broke out.

It was like a knife was hanging over your head held by only a fraying thread. In every dark alley you expect to see him or one of your old coworkers, every night you shove a chair underneath the doorknob so no one can sneak in. Living in fear wasn’t much of a life. So when you caught wind of your old boss’ new hideout you stole yourself a ship and started sailing.

Now you’re here, sneaking through carnival surplus and dodging the gaze of pirate clowns. You’re not sure how exactly Sir Crocodile got in business with Buggy the Clown but you can’t really spare that much thought to that right now. It’s just a fitting backdrop for your quickly declining mental state.

You navigate carefully according to the (thankfully sound) information you bartered for and avoid being spotted as you come up on the door to Sir Crocodile’s office. Instinctually you know it’s his- painted in that signature dark green he loves so much. Sword in one hand, short dagger in the other you seep your haki into the blades. Pitch black weapons ready, you shove open the door and prepare to attack.

Sir Crocodile looks exactly the same. You figured maybe prison would have done some damage to him, but you couldn’t have been more wrong. He was still the same broad, imposing, terrifying man.

A man who was standing in front of his desk facing the door. A man who knew you were coming.

You falter in the door way as he smirks at you. All the adrenaline you were running off of evaporates in an instant as you’re faced with the cruel fact you’d be outsmarted.

You really should have known better.

“It’s been a while.” Sir Crocodile says, absentmindedly polishing his golden hook with a cloth.

“It has.” Is the best response you can come up with.

“You were really thinking of killing me? I really thought you were smarter than that.” The slight disappointment in his voice hurts more than the fact he’s going to kill you.

“I didn’t want to wait around to be killed.” You turn the dagger over in your hand, fighting to keep your willpower strong enough to empower the blade.

“Fair enough.” You feel his eyes slide over your form and you fight not to shrink away. “But what makes you think I want you dead?”

“What?” That wasn’t a question you were ready for.

“I don’t think I stuttered.”

“No- I-“ Your stance shifted, letting your guard down slightly. “I’m a loose end. You don’t like loose ends.”

Silence hangs in the air as he seems to contemplate that answer. “That is true. But why did you never think I’d want you working for me again?”

…

Admittedly, that thought never crossed your mind. You were caught up in the countless ruthless slaughters you had seen at his hand and hook. Never did you think that you could come back, that there was room for you to come back.

And now you’ve probably destroyed that chance.

“I clearly had a lapse in judgement.”

“Clearly.” Sir Crocodile pushes himself off his desk and walks over to you and you drop your now useless blades to your side, willpower having run out long ago. “If it wasn’t me this whole gambit probably would have worked. It was good to know you still had all your connections and skills. And no one noticed you sneaking around.”

“You did teach me well.” You admit as he stalks over to you.

“That’s why I’m not going to kill you.” Crocodile is standing only a foot from you now, grey eyes bearing down on you. “I’m going to take you back.”

A confusing rush of emotions swirl in your head as you process the fact that you’re not actually going to die and actually just got your job back. “Thank you sir.”

“You will have to work very, very hard to make up for this though. You did think about killing me.” He saunters back over to his desk, taking a seat behind it.

“Of course.” Of course you would never expect things to just go back to the way they were.

“Double shifts, and of course every bit of information you gained while I was away.”

“I will compile all that information for you.”

“And I expect you to come up with some other ways to get back on my good side. You’ve always been creative.”

He wasn’t implying anything. But the crazy cocktail of emotions, adrenaline, and honestly the way your mind was always a bit in the gutter had you thinking about less conventional ways to get back on his good side. There had never been anything between you two but you can’t deny that you’ve thought about it- I mean who could blame you? He was strong, commanding, and incredibly handsome. And, while you didn’t want to get overly full of yourself, you swear you’d occasionally feel his gaze on you when you weren’t looking.

If you were wrong your head might go back on the chopping block but if you were right then you’d get back in his good graces pretty damn fast.

Worth a shot.

You walked over to his desk, one hand trailing on the dark wood as you walk behind it. “I was wondering, sir, if there was anything I could do for you right now?”

He looks up at you with a raised eyebrow, studying you before answering. “Depends. What are you thinking?”

Of course he was going to make you say it. You can see in his eyes that he knows what you’re implying. He’s playing with you.

You choose not to say anything else, simply letting your knees hit the ground in front of his slightly parted legs. You don’t move after that, choosing to fold your hands in your lap while you wait for him to give you an order.

“Oh well look at this. Seems you are smart.” He shifts in his seat, legs spreading wider. “C’mere.”

You shuffle closer to him, hands quickly finding his belt. You swear you hear him chuckle but you’re too preoccupied with the large bulge growing in his pants as you unzip them. Reaching under his boxers you pull out his half hard length and your mouth waters.

He’s thick- so much so that you know it’ll be a challenge to wrap your mouth around him. But that fact only spurs you on further as you nuzzle up to his base and press sloppy kisses against it. You feel him harden under you and you flatten your tongue and lick a long stripe up from his base to the tip.

“Stop teasing.” His fingers thread through your hair, gripping hard as he pushes your head closer in warning.

You don’t need to be told twice. Taking his tip into your mouth you swirl your tongue around it a few times before slowly taking him further into your mouth. Crocodile groans in appreciation as you sink down, his cock slipping down into your throat until your nose brushes against his pelvis.

“If I’d of known you were so good on your knees I would have hunted you down the second I got out.” His grip pulls you back ever so slightly just so he can shove you back down again. “We’ll just have to make up for lost time.”

It’s thrilling to let yourself be used like this, the drag of his cock in your throat foreign yet intoxicating. You’re already soaked, shifting unconsciously to try and get some friction to relieve the quickly growing ache. Of course Crocodile notices.

“Are you such a whore that you’re getting off on this?” Your eyes flick up and you see him grinning down at you. “Spread your legs.”

You’re confused but you do as he asks, knees going wide and holding onto his thighs for support. It isn’t until you feel the tip of his expensive shoe between your thighs that it all clicks. You grind down on the hard surface and moan around Crocodile’s cock.

“That’s it.” Crocodile mumbles appreciatively above you.

You let him continue to use you, filthy wet noises filling the room as spit drips down your chin and onto his lap. When he’s controlling your head it’s easy to focus your effort on grinding yourself against his shoe. It’s humiliating, degrading, disgusting, and you love it. Your head swims with lust, captured in the feeling of his cock throbbing in your throat.

You know he’s close when his grip tightens on your hair and his hips buck up every time he shoves your face down. If that wasn’t enough signs, his mouth gets looser, filthy words spilling out.

“Fuck you’re too good at this- tight little throat was made for my cock, huh? It’s like you were meant to take me-“ The pulling of your hair brings tears to your eyes, just on the verge of spilling over. “You’re going to swallow what I give you- take my fucking load-“

You feel his cum hit the back of your throat and you do your best to swallow as you’re still held down. You can only swallow so much before you feel him dripping out the side of your mouth and down your chin. Finally he pulls you off and you gasp for air, face still held up for Crocodile to see. His hook comes up to your face and collects the spit and cum on your chin. He presses the cold metal up to your mouth and you lick it up without a thought, earning a groan from Crocodile.

“Such a good girl.” You’re rewarded with him pressing his shoe up to your clit. “Be a good little whore and get off on my shoe.”

It doesn’t take long now that he’s helping, forced to look in his eyes as you moan and shudder, coming undone in a way you never thought you could. As you come down he lets you go and your head falls down to his lap, head light from your orgasm.

“You have certainly proven yourself.” You feel the hook lightly brush through your hair. “And now I’ll never let you go.”

[dejwrld]

— breeding kink, teasing, black fem reader, mdni | shunsui kyōraku

shunsui kyōraku overhears you tell rangiku that you want a child but is hesitant on mentioning it to shunsui due to his sudden promotion of being commanding captain and that evening, he's immediately folding you provocatively that you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. your cheeks staining with a heated touch while you squirm under his firm grasp. your legs bent back to where your knees are pushed to your chest—completely vulnerable from the pleasurable wave that was about to hit you.

the pad of shunsui's thumbs traces against your stretch marks that imprinted your thighs as if he was attempting to solve a puzzle. with his cock wedged between your pussy lips that glistened with your essence and his precum, you inhaled sharply at his teasing. his cock rubs upward and downward between your lips and he teasingly brushes his mushroom-shaped tip against your entrance before repeating the process until you're a soaking mess, completely staining the futon under your naked body.

"you said you wanted children, hm?" he hums lowly as he palms his hardened cock before lining himself to finally give you what you wanted—what you craved.

"how many?" he asked pushing his hips forward gaining an innocent gasp from you.

"one?" he thrusts forward causing your body to jerk forward. his callous hands drags you back to him in a motion where he didn't break a sweat.

"or a set of twins?" he thrusts two more times before hooking your legs and impel forward at a pace that causes your toes to curl. his breathy groans hits at your ear as his words leave a intoxicating chill down your spine.

"tell me how many you want. we can do this all night until you're satisfied, doll."

[frankingsteinery]

i mentioned victor's delusions in brief previously (here), but because of the inherent complexity (and almost contradictory aspect) of their nature i decided it warranted its own post!

victor, alongside other psychotic symptoms, experiences delusions of guilt and persecution. a delusion is an involuntary belief that isn't rooted in logic or evidence; a person experiencing a delusion is fixed in their belief, and they can't stop believing it even if they know it isn't true and/or despite contrary evidence.

while victor's delusions–specifically regarding those that revolve around the creature–by in large turn out to actually be true, i.e. the creature actually harmed his family and victor by extension, during the point in the novel when he was experiencing them, he has no evidence to suggest that this was the case, and within the context of the rest of his symptoms, they'd still be considered delusional ideas.

for a variety of reasons, i'm still on the fence on whether i'd categorize victor's mania and grandiosity during the creation process as constituting delusions of grandeur. and to what extent is this sense of grandiosity justified, because he DID discover the secret of life itself… does that not almost warrant the feeling of being superiorly intelligent, this sense of infallibly, and the belief that they should be lauded for their achievements, in almost anyone who could have made the same discovery? it's tricky because i’m not sure if i just have an aversion to the "victor had grandiose delusions during the creation process" take simply because the vast, vast majority of those who make that argument also make the argument that delusion of grandeur = arrogance = evil = victor sucks (and that line of thinking is a whole separate can of worms in of itself…), or if i actually don’t wholly agree with it; for this reason i won’t touch on this here yet

with that out of the way–

like i’ve stated before, victor’s psychotic breaks are either triggered by the stress of the creation process or the death of one of his loved ones. this results in delusions of persecution, which is defined as when the affected person believes that harm is going to occur to oneself or those close to them by a persecutor, in this case the creature, despite a clear lack of evidence. initially, this starts with paranoia:

“Every night I was oppressed by a slow fever, and I became nervous to a most painful degree; the fall of a leaf startled me, and I shunned my fellow creatures as if I had been guilty of a crime. Sometimes I grew alarmed at the wreck I perceived that I had become…”

“With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet”

this paranoia develops into a delusion as victor’s belief that the creature means him harm, despite having nothing to support this idea, becomes fixed. this comes to a head after the creature’s animation: 

“I beheld the wretch…He might have spoken, but I did not hear; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped and rushed downstairs…where I remained during the rest of the night, walking up and down in the greatest agitation, listening attentively, catching and fearing each sound as if it were to announce the approach of the demoniacal corpse to which I had so miserably given life”

“I issued into the streets, pacing them with quick steps, as if I sought to avoid the wretch whom I feared every turning of the street would present to my view. I did not dare return to the apartment which I inhabited, but felt impelled to hurry on”

delusions can often feel like a sudden truth (the false belief) has been revealed to you. victor himself notes this sudden, extreme shift in perspective within himself:

“...dreams that had been my food and pleasant rest for so long a space were now become a hell to me; and the change was so rapid, the overthrow so complete!”

as victor recovers physically, this delusion becomes less present as the acute phase ends, and victor’s fears regarding the creature fade into the background as he enters the recovery phase. he stays in this manner until psychosis is again triggered by the stressor of william’s murder–then, victor’s delusion of persecution returns. however, this time, he believes the creature is not only going to harm himself, but was the murderer of william. once more, this starts with paranoia:

“Fear overcame me; I dared no advance, dreading a thousand nameless evils that made me tremble, although I was unable to define them…The picture appeared a vast and dim scene of evil, and I foresaw obscurely that I was destined to become the most wretched of human beings.”

and then develops into a fixed belief:

“I perceived in the gloom a figure which stole from behind a clump of trees near me; I stood fixed, gazing intently: I could not be mistaken. A flash of lightning illuminated the object, and discovered its shape plainly to me; its gigantic stature, and the deformity of its aspect more hideous than belongs to humanity, instantly informed me that it was the wretch…Could he be (I shuddered at the conception) the murderer of my brother? No sooner did that idea cross my imagination, than I became convinced of its truth… He was the murderer! I could not doubt it. The mere presence of the idea was an irresistible proof of the fact.”

while it turned out that he was actually correct in this assumption, what’s important to emphasize here is that victor has absolutely ZERO proof that the creature was involved with the murder of william, apart from seeing a shady-looking outline outside of geneva after walking in the rain all night. victor is not thinking clearly here, which he himself acknowledges in a phenomenon known as double book-keeping. double book-keeping refers to a mental process where an individual maintains two conflicting beliefs or realities simultaneously--where a person might experience delusions or hallucinations while still having moments of awareness that these perceptions are not grounded in reality. here, victor holds two realities (believing in a delusion while being aware that this belief would not be shared by others):

” My first thought was to discover what I knew of the murderer, and cause instant pursuit to be made. But I paused when I reflected on the story that I had to tell. A being whom I myself had formed, and endued with life, had met me at midnight among the precipices of an inaccessible mountain. I remembered also the nervous fever with which I had been seized just at the time that I dated my creation, and which would give an air of delirium to a tale otherwise so utterly improbable. I well knew that if any other had communicated such a relation to me, I should have looked upon it as the ravings of insanity…”

and, in fact, the only evidence he has is (seemingly) proof to the contrary i.e. the locket found in justine’s pocket. yet victor holds this belief with the intense conviction characteristic of delusions, as well as the incorrigibility of a delusion, as he’s continually resistant to his family’s logical counterarguments, as ernest recounts the events to victor upon his return home:

“This was a strange tale, but it did not shake my faith; and I replied earnestly, “You are all mistaken; I know the murderer. Justine, poor, good Justine, is innocent.”

he goes on to make the same assertion to his father and elizabeth, without once questioning the validity of his previous belief. 

victor develops delusions of guilt surrounding the trial of justine, the delusional belief of one's personal guilt for an event, real or imagined–it is an extreme and unwarranted feeling of remorse or guilt that someone has done something terrible. people with delusions of guilt may also believe they are "evil" or have committed an "unpardonable" sin and deserve to be punished forever. despite having no hand in the results of the trial, and again, no proof that the creature was even involved, victor is convinced of his guilt to the point of agony. for example:

”My own agitation and anguish was extreme during the whole trial. I believed in her innocence; I knew it. Could the dæmon who had (I did not for a minute doubt) murdered my brother also in his hellish sport have betrayed the innocent to death and ignominy? … The tortures of the accused did not equal mine; she was sustained by innocence, but the fangs of remorse tore my bosom and would not forgo their hold.”

”During this conversation I had retired to a corner of the prison room, where I could conceal the horrid anguish that possessed me. Despair! Who dared talk of that? The poor victim, who on the morrow was to pass the awful boundary between life and death, felt not, as I did, such deep and bitter agony…But I, the true murderer, felt the never-dying worm alive in my bosom, which allowed of no hope or consolation.”

  The blood flowed freely in my veins, but a weight of despair and remorse pressed on my heart which nothing could remove. Sleep fled from my eyes; I wandered like an evil spirit, for I had committed deeds of mischief beyond description horrible, and more, much more (I persuaded myself) was yet behind… I was seized by remorse and the sense of guilt, which hurried me away to a hell of intense tortures such as no language can describe.

delusions of guilt are often accompanied by low self-esteem, depression, and sometimes suicide (attempts); victor experiences all of these following the trial. this delusion is maintained throughout the rest of the novel.

lastly, during the chase at the arctic and on walton’s ship, victor experiences delusions surrounding his family. in his final attempt to hold onto those he lost, victor becomse unable to distinguish between reality and the delusions that sustain him:

"During the day I was sustained and inspirited by the hope of night, for in sleep I saw my friends, my wife, and my beloved country… I persuaded myself that I was dreaming until night should come and that I should then enjoy reality in the arms of my dearest friends. What agonising fondness did I feel for them! How did I cling to their dear forms, as sometimes they haunted even my waking hours, and persuade myself that they still lived!...I pursued my path towards the destruction of the dæmon more as a task enjoined by heaven, as the mechanical impulse of some power of which I was unconscious, than as the ardent desire of my soul."

Yet he enjoys one comfort, the offspring of solitude and delirium; he believes that when in dreams he holds converse with his friends and derives from that communion consolation for his miseries or excitements to his vengeance, that they are not the creations of his fancy, but the beings themselves who visit him from the regions of a remote world."

ultimately victor's delusions evolve throughout the novel; what starts as paranoia becomes a fixed belief that the creature means to harm him and his family, which eventually develops into a certainty that he's responsible for the deaths of his loved ones. by the time he reaches the arctic, he clings to delusions of his family still being alive and that they're talking to him.

i'll probably make yet another post dissecting what this all means in context, i.e. like avo said; the implications of the treatment of victor as a character due to these symptoms of a "weird" "scary" illness... buuuut. again. another time!