#mining cap lamp

[mining-info]

The Evolution of Mining Cap Lamps: From Wired to Cordless

Mining cap lamps have long been an essential tool for underground workers, providing them with the necessary light to work in dark and dangerous environments. Over the years, these lamps have undergone significant changes in design and functionality, transitioning from bulky, wired systems to sleek, cordless models. This evolution has not only enhanced the safety and convenience for miners but also improved efficiency and comfort. Let’s take a look at how mining cap lamps have evolved from their wired origins to the modern cordless versions we see today.

Early Mining Cap Lamps: The Wired Era

The first mining cap lamps were relatively simple devices, often consisting of a small oil lantern attached to the miner’s helmet or cap. However, as mining operations progressed, the need for a more efficient and durable light source became apparent. The introduction of electric-powered cap lamps in the late 19th century marked the beginning of a new era in mining lighting.

Early electric cap lamps used large, heavy batteries and thick wires to connect the lamp to the power source. These lamps were typically cumbersome, often making it difficult for miners to move freely while working. The wires could easily become tangled or damaged, posing a safety risk in the already hazardous underground environment. Despite these challenges, electric lamps were a major advancement over oil lanterns, offering brighter and more reliable lighting.

The Shift to More Efficient Wired Lamps

As technology improved, so did the design of mining cap lamps. In the mid-20th century, lamps with more compact batteries and more durable wires became popular. These lamps were lighter and offered longer-lasting light, reducing the need for frequent battery replacements. Additionally, innovations like sealed battery packs and more efficient bulbs (such as incandescent and later halogen lights) improved the reliability and effectiveness of these lamps.

Despite these improvements, the reliance on wires continued to be a major limitation. Miners still had to deal with the inconvenience of wires snagging on equipment or getting caught in machinery. Moreover, the risk of electrical short circuits and the overall bulkiness of wired systems remained an issue.

The Rise of Cordless Cap Lamps: Freedom from Wires

In recent decades, the development of lithium-ion batteries and LED technology has led to the rise of cordless mining cap lamps. These modern lamps are much lighter, more compact, and far more energy-efficient than their wired predecessors. With the advent of cordless designs, miners no longer had to worry about tangled wires or the constant struggle of managing bulky equipment.

Cordless cap lamps are powered by rechargeable lithium-ion batteries, which are lightweight yet offer long-lasting power. These lamps are typically attached directly to the miner’s helmet or headgear, with no need for external power sources or cables. LED lights have also revolutionized mining cap lamps, providing brighter illumination while consuming less power. These lamps can run for hours on a single charge, offering miners extended working time without the need to replace batteries frequently.

Advantages of Cordless Mining Cap Lamps

The shift to cordless mining cap lamps has brought several benefits to both miners and mining operations:

Enhanced Mobility and Comfort: With no wires to manage, miners can move freely without the risk of entangling themselves or getting caught in machinery. This increased mobility also reduces the physical strain of carrying heavy equipment.

Improved Safety: Cordless cap lamps reduce the risk of electrical hazards, as there are no exposed wires to short-circuit or become damaged. Additionally, modern LED lights provide consistent and bright illumination, improving visibility and reducing the likelihood of accidents.

Cost-Effectiveness: Cordless mining lamps are more energy-efficient, which reduces the overall cost of operations. The use of rechargeable batteries eliminates the need for constant battery replacements, further saving costs in the long term.

Durability: Modern cordless lamps are built to withstand the harsh conditions of underground mining. They are typically waterproof, dustproof, and shock-resistant, ensuring reliability even in extreme environments.

The Future of Mining Cap Lamps

As technology continues to evolve, the future of mining cap lamps looks promising. We may see further advancements in battery technology, allowing for even longer-lasting power sources. Additionally, smart features, such as wireless connectivity for monitoring battery levels and performance, could be integrated into mining cap lamps, providing real-time data to miners and supervisors.

There may also be an increase in eco-friendly designs, using sustainable materials and energy-efficient technologies to minimize the environmental impact of mining operations. With the ongoing development of cordless cap lamps, miners will continue to enjoy improved safety, efficiency, and comfort, helping them navigate the challenges of underground work more effectively.

Conclusion

The evolution of mining cap lamps from wired to cordless models has been a significant step forward in enhancing miner safety and operational efficiency. Today’s cordless lamps offer greater mobility, better safety features, and improved comfort, making them an invaluable tool for miners worldwide. As technology continues to advance, we can expect even more innovations that will further improve these essential tools, ensuring a brighter and safer future for those working in the depths of the earth.

[moonlightcycle571]

Rock of Eternity Getting Offerings because they deserve it

I like to think that whenever there’s a magical artifact that needs containment, Billy just… takes it. Here is how it started.

Billy, after defeating an evil wizard: so… what do I do with the Staff???

Solomon: it cannot be kept in the world of man, it’s far to dangerous. You must destr-

Achilles: NEW LAMP

Hemrmes: YESSSSSSSS

Hercules: WAR TROPHY

Solomon: that is highly irresponsible, we cannot keep highly volatile objects for ‘the aesthetic’

Zeus: the burning violon

Solomon:

Solomon: well some decor never hurt anyone.

*and*

JL, after a long battle: Finally the foe has been vanquished! Now to find a secure place to stor-

Marvel, yoinks it and yeets it in a portal: done

Everyone present: w h a t

*or*

Amanda Waller: -thus the proof we need to detain you for breaking into secure government location and theft of a classified artifact

Marvel: *points to the screen* that’s not me

Waller: that’s litterally you in a French beret and a fake mustach

Marvel: I don’t know who that is, but they do look dashingly handsome. And look like a Gustavo. Probably a French mime who failed mime class and left on a journey of self discovery.

Waller: you can’t be serious

Captain Atom, fuck the government rn: I don’t know, Cap doesn’t have a mustach

Batman: the mime theory seems like a pretty sold theory to me

Several people (heroes, civilians, villains and all in between) telling Cap was with them as the time at the crime, each of them being vastly different.

Waller: this mf secretly a mass manipulator???

*or*

Cap, fighting in a museum:

Hermès: Ooh I know this pendant. Super magical, super cool.

Cap, on instinct, puts in pocket dimension to put it on the Rock:

Flash: … did I witness a theft????

Wether the pendant was actually magic or just a shiny jewel Hermes wanted is up for interpretation.

Anyways that’s how whenever he finds magical artefacts or books or whatnot, he just puts them in the Rock of Eternity. It’s a logical solution, as it serves as a place to safeguard and examine, and maybe purify some objects to use later.

The Wizard is so done. It started off as ‘dangerous artefacts to be relocated when a suitable place is found’ but then it became the go to storage and all the stuff just stays.

Thé Rock in the other hand, loves it. Getting more and more offerings by their new champion really shows how loved they are. It’s has been way too long since they got any offerings and new additions, so the newest champion giving them plenty of nourishment / stimulation is as if they are being spoiled.

Billy, brings an ancient cursed crown:

Wizard: another one???

Rock, already pushing Wizard aside: FOR ME!!!! TYTYTYYTY OH MY ME YOU ARE GOING TO LOOK SO CUTE WOTH THIS HOLD ONE LET ME JUST REPLACE THE MAGOC WOTH MINE

Five hours later Billy is chilling in one of the thrones with his new crown and one of his magic cape to match.

In conclusion, Billy is like a cat bringing a mouse in the house, except the mouse is actually a rubix cube that sometimes turns into sushi.

Yes Billy did bring a magic rubix cube that makes sushi when completed. Now I kinda want sushi ngl

[alastorss]

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Alastor comes home to silence.

It's strange considering how much of a night owl you've become since meeting him. The quietness is almost eerie—the long stretch of hall between the staircase and your shared bedroom seeming daunting despite the fact that he's walked it a million times before.

The rest of the hotel is dark, like it's been devoid of life all this time. Even Husk has retired for the night, the bar closed and wiped down.

He wonders if he accidentally waltzed into an alternate dimension.

Shaking his head, Alastor creeps down the hall as to not disturb the other guests between him and the bedroom. The door creaks at the hinges as he slowly pushes it open, not wanting to spook you in case you were awake.

He can't explain it, but warmth fills him from the tips of his ears all the way down to his toes when he finally lays eyes on you.

You've fallen asleep at the desk, head buried in your arms to hide your face from the light of the lamp. Your shoulders rise and fall gently with each soft snore, the blanket sloppily thrown over your shoulders cascading down to the floor to make you look like royalty.

The demon feels his grin shrink into a small smile as he slips behind you to peer at what you were doing before you passed out. Dozens of polaroid photos are lazily scattered around the desk, each one dated in the corner and signed with your name and a heart.

His eyes scan the sprawling expanse of photos, dating all the way back to just before you'd introduced yourselves to each other.

He carefully plucks the sharpie from your fingers and caps it before slipping an arm under your knees and the other behind your back. Hoisting you up and using his hip to slide the chair back into place under the desk, he watches as you stir in his arms for a moment.

Alastor carries you to bed, laying you down and re-fluffing your blanket so that you can cozy into it. He sweeps your hair from your eyes and leans down to kiss your forehead.

"Sleep well, Cher," he whispers.

He's just about to whisk himself away to get ready to join you in bed when he happens across the photos again. Curiosity washes through him and, nosy as ever, he dares to take a peek at what your little project was all about.

The demon is careful not to nick the photos with his claws as he lightly drags them across the film, tracing each memory you captured.

Your first day at the hotel, dangling between Charlie and Vaggie as they took you in like a lost puppy. He's not in the photo, but he still remembers hearing your laughter from the lobby and thinking it was wonderful.

Your first time doing one of Charlie's ridiculous bonding activities, where you confessed that you had no recollection of your life as a human. It wasn't uncommon for new Sinners to have forgotten their lives, after all.

Your first time letting Angel dress you. He had decided to put you in something tight and revealing... that bastard.

Alastor's fingers stop atop a polaroid dated to when you first became friends.

He's distracted, looking at you with an expression he can't even recognize himself. Brows quirked and smile making his cheeks cherub—you snapped the photo in his moment of vulnerability when he normally would have vanished from it instantly.

He continues tracing your face in chronological order, your smile growing in each. And he's in every single one of them, never looking at the camera but instead distracted by you in some way.

"People told me you never like to take pictures," your voice suddenly startles him. He looks at you over his shoulder in surprise. You blink at him slowly through your bleariness, the same smile he's seen in all the photos gracing your face. "But for some reason, you've always been in mine."

Alastor turns around again to scan across all the polaroids you've taken of him, dating up until just last week when you had surprised him his favourite meal.

For a moment it dawns on him that he, a demon, should never have opened himself up so much to you. That you were his greatest flaw. That he was weak around you. The thought leaves as fast as it came when he realizes how soft his smile had gotten around you.

He can't remember ever being this happy even as a mortal walking the earth.

"Al?" You say quietly, now sitting up in bed alert and awake from his uncharacteristic silence.

He's still for another second. Then, he swipes the camera from the desk and makes his way to your side. You barely have time to register what he's doing before the light flashes and the shutter clicks.

The picture prints slow enough for you to finally realize that you had been the subject of his photo.

"What was that for?" You giggle, rubbing your eyes from the blinding light.

Alastor takes the picture and slips it into his pocket.

"I want to remember this," he tells you with a kiss to the top of your head. "A memory for me to keep, dearest."

~

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[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Tis The Damn Season

♥ masterlist | request rules | 12 days of ficmas

♥ pairing: lando norris x fem!driver!reader

♥ synopsis: lando’s certainly feeling the pressure of gift giving this holiday season. he wanted to give you something to show you he truly cares and turns to the grid for help.

♥ wc: 1.1k - as always none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing and fluffy fluff fluff !!!

♥ a/n: first day of ficmas with some platonic norstappen <3

Grill the Grid Secret Santa was a video all the fans looked forward to. It was a cute tradition—but everyone always ended up with a bunch of random crap they didn’t know what to do with. But after pulling your name this year, Lando had to make sure the gift was perfect

“I don’t see why you’re taking this so seriously,” Max laughed. “Charles cut out pictures of his own face for me a few years ago.”

“How romantic,” Lando replied, drawing an eye roll from Max. “I just don’t know what to get her.”

Max took a swig of beer, “And you think I do?”

Lando sighed, “I don’t know… I just—I don’t want to get her some random shit object that she’s gonna throw away. I want it to be important.”

“And when I asked you if you were into this girl you said no,” Max smirked.

“Shut up,” Lando said with a playful eye roll.

-

Lando

what the fuck do i actually get y/n for secret santa

Charles

You’re not supposed to tell us who you got :(

Carlos

Get her a jumper

Lando

I’m not getting her a lame ass jumper

Pierre

…i got carlos a jumper one year

Lando

I’m aware

-

Lando sighed and clicked off his phone, the only light source in his room. He switched on his bedside lamp and wandered around his bedroom looking for ideas.

He stepped towards a shelf, a few helmets and tchotchkes on display along with a framed picture of the two of you from your karting days. Sitting beside it was a few broken shards of china.

-2023 Hungarian Grand Prix-

Despite the cheering in the grand stands, you could hear the cracking of your first trophy as clear as day. The beautiful hand painted porcelain hit the ground hard, breaking in three different places after Lando popped the champagne.

It wasn't his fault of course. Accidents happen all the time. It was still a shame though. The first woman to win an F1 Grand Prix and her trophy breaks?

"This is misogyny, actually," your PR manager Morgan said, eliciting a laugh from you and a few drivers.

"I'm so sorry Y/n, I had no idea that would happen," Lando apologized profusely, a look of sincerity in his eyes.

"No, no, don't be sorry. It's okay," you promised.

"Congratulations, seriously. You had an amazing drive," Max praised you while wiping the sweat off the back of his neck.

You adjusted your cap, pulling your ponytail through the space between the clasp and fabric.

"'Thank you," you say breathlessly, gulping down a cold bottle of water.

"Alright, post race interviews for everyone and I'll find out about your new trophy Y/n," Morgan said, setting the broken pieces of porcelain on a table.

Your head spun with ideas what was going to happen to the broken ceramic. Whatever you had in mind never came close to what actually did happen with it.

Lando thought, "Maybe I could try finding the rest of the pieces and rebuild it?"

Absolutely not. Give her own fucking trophy to her as a gift? How lame.

He played with the jewelry on his veiny hands anxiously, caring way too much about the impression his future gift would give you.

Within seconds of this he was struck with the most perfect idea. He tucked the pieces of your trophy into his pocket and quickly made it out the front door, ready to begin a perfect Secret Santa.

-

“Alright,” an interviewer handed you a small box that was wrapped with colorful paper and a bow. “We need you to guess who this is from.”

You shook it carefully, noticing some rounded ridges that stuck out. You gently slipped the ribbon off with a single pull, used the tip of your nail to slice through some clear tape, and unwrapped the gift.

From the moment you pulled it out, everyone knew it was a ring box. The black velvet encapsulating it said everything.

“Wow am I getting proposed to on grill the grid?” you joked, stirring a laugh from the filming crew.

You opened the case to reveal a ring front and center. It wasn’t just any kind of ring though. There was gold rimming around the band and the purple-ish pink design that stood out perfectly on the white porcelain.

Along with that was a folded up picture of you and Lando. The one from karting. The same one he had in his bedroom.

Your heart completely melted, remembering the days where you two were so close.

“Well, this is clearly from Lando,” you smiled with a soft laugh, putting a hand over your heart.

“May I see the ring?” the woman interviewing you asked.

“Mhm,” you nodded, handing her over the glossy object.

She squinted to get a good look at the design.

“This looks like the hungary trophies you know,” she said, looking back up to you.

“It does,” a crew member agreed.

You held your hand out for the small object back and inspected it yourself. It couldn't possibly be...?

It was.

You placed the folded picture back into the box and kept the ring in your palm.

“Hang on,” you pulled out your phone and called Lando as the cameras kept rolling.

“Can you come over here? We’re by Ferrari hospitality.”

Within minutes Lando made his way to you alongside Max.

“Is this from my trophy in Hungary?” you held up the ring with two fingers.

“Yeah,” Lando nodded.

“Did you fucking steal my trophy?” you laughed.

“Only like a few pieces,” he held his hands up in surrender with a playful smile. “There were some on the floor that I stashed in my pocket to figure out what to do with later. Maybe ask an FIA person but we all know I didn't get around to that. What do you know? They were in my pockets at the end of the day and i just kept them on a shelf.”

“Well good thing you did,” you looked at the ring and slipped it on your finger. You walked over to him slowly and threw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a tight hug.

“It was one of the most, if not the most important moment in F1 history,” he mumbled against your shoulder. “I want you to always have a piece of that podium with you.”

You pulled away and wiped a tear from your eye with a laugh. With the memory of that day, the ring, and the picture of you and Lando as kids, all the emotions were starting to flood back.

“Fuck you for making me cry,” you laughed, using the sleeve on your sweater to wipe your face. You softly kissed his cheek and squeezed Lando’s hand before they cut the clip.

You’ll never live down that video. It’s mentioned probably a thousand times a day by fans alone shipping the two of you. But eventually, that first ring Lando ever gave you will sit on your finger right next to the wedding band he proposed to you with.

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pockets of possessiveness (john price x lieutenant f!reader)

you knocked on his door with your pillow in hand, feet freezing on bare tile. after a second, you heard a gruff “come in”, and pushed open the door to the sight of your captain smoking a cigar with paperwork spread around him. he looked up at you syrup-slow, eyes dragging up and down your body.

“whose clothes are those?” you peeked down at the oversized tee and boxers you wore. “mine.” he grunted. “y’ make it a habit buyin’ shit that doesn’t fit.” you rolled your eyes, stomping over to the couch you came for. “yes, actually. i like to buy oversized shirts and men’s boxers are extremely comfortable and cheap.” his hat was off, which meant you could see the slight rise of his eyebrows, disbelief in his vision. “‘s long as they aren’t johnny’s.” you took a while to answer that, instead dropping your pillow on couch and making yourself comfy, taking out the blanket he tucked away in a box underneath. “‘m not dignifying that with a response.” a small smile tugged at his lips, fond affection spreading slowly. he turned his desk lamp away from you so the harsh glare was no longer in your eyes. “g’night, sweetheart.” you closed your eyes. “night, cap.”

it was way too early in the morning for someone to be bothering you on your day off. you felt a presence standing over you and groaned, hand reaching out to push him away. “go back to sleep, sweetheart. was jus’ sayin’ bye.” your hand landed on his bicep, tugging him down to crouch before you. blearily, you opened one eye, watching the movement of your hand travel to his neck, wrapping around the strands with his hair. he understood you immediately, moving closer til your foreheads touched. you sighed on contact, his smell of cigars and pine seeping into your skin. “got to go, baby. i’ll lock the door so y’ can sleep ‘s long as you want.” you whined a little, then acquiesced with a nod. “‘m not sleepin’ with johnny.” he let out a big sigh. “i know.” you were both silent for a bit, breathing in each other’s presence. for a second, you could imagine it was under different circumstances. with no ranks between you and only lazy sundays like this. instead, you dropped your hand and he rose up, pinching your hip in goodbye.

“y’r not goin’. it’s a suicide mission.” you huffed at his attitude, crossing your arms over your chest so he couldn’t see your hands trembling. “but it’s made for my skills, cap. why else would they assign it to the team?” you looked to the rest of your task force around the room, making eye contact with them individually. “anyone?” gaz tried to speak and you shut him up with a look, already knowing he was going to take his captain’s side. johnny was oddly silent, eyes tracing patterns on the floor. “captain’s right. ‘s yer death if y’ go.” ghost’s voice was low and gravelly in the silence of the room. that was it - overruled by your fellow lieutenant. with him on your captain’s side, you had no shot. “fine. i’ll just not do my job.” you avoided john’s gaze, instead staring a hole into the side of simon’s face. the idiot turned and faced you, cocking his head in silent argument.

i hate you

no you don’t

you’re wrong

you know i’m right

whatever. you’re still on my shit list.

the meeting ended and you beelined for the door. despite your fervent strides, john caught up with you, tugging you into the nearest room (your quarters), before you could run away. you unlocked the door without acknowledging him, letting him follow you into your sacred space and locking the door after him. “‘s for your safety, sweetheart.” you whipped around, pushing him into the door with a finger on his chest. “no, john, it’s for you. you not trusting me, not trusting my skills.” he grabbed your finger with his hand, dwarfing it in his rough warmth. “‘s not that i don’t trust you. i don’t want- i can’t see you killed.” somehow in the darkness of the room, you could see his eyes pleading, an unusual vulnerability for your captain.

“you can’t be this possessive and still not fuck me, captain.” you mocked him with his rank, pointing out the one big problem between you. “y’ know it’s more than fuckin’, sweetheart. woulda done it a while ago ‘f it was jus’ that.” oh. oh. you had guessed, slightly, but to hear him say it was…new. “next time, can you tell me that before going all caveman in front of the team?” his grip on your finger had loosened, his hand spreading out your own so he could link the two together. your palms were over his heart and you could feel its heavy beating calm slowly. “y’ didn’t know?” you shook your head, eyes focusing on the sight of your hands intertwined. your left hand to be specific, his fingers rubbing your ring finger absentmindedly. “don’t want t’ see you hurt because i care for you. and i don’t mind using my position t’ ensure it.” he leaned in, and for a heart stopping moment you thought he would kiss you. instead, he kissed your forehead, lips resting for a second. “we okay?” you nodded against him, feeling the scratch of his beard. “yeah, john, we’re okay.”

john was two seconds away from tugging you off the dance floor, ripping off the scrap of fabric you wore, and taking you in front of the entire club. you had begged the team to go clubbing after the mission, and with gaz and johnny on your side, your prayers were answered. you’d found the perfect thing to wear in a local shop - a scrap of a dress in your favorite color that showed off almost all of your skin. of course, you’d done shots with gaz and johnny, and now the three of you were on the dance floor, dancing the night away. “gonna break that glass, captain.” ghost nodded towards the tight grip price had on his whiskey, knuckles white and strained. he loosened slightly at his lieutenant’s words, gaze never leaving your figure. “fuckin’ hell.” ghost muttered, tracking the figure of his captain’s obsession. johnny had joined you from the back and gaz from the front, the three of you grinding like there was no tomorrow. johnny’s fingers gripped your waist while kyle’s brushed your shoulders, occasionally running up and down your arms. “cap-“ but he was already moving, glass empty and dropped on the table as price made his way to the dance floor.

“‘m cutting in.” your captain peeled his two sergeants off you, sending them scampering and snickering with a glare. “didn’t know you danced, john.” he didn’t, just stood unmoving with arms akimbo and possessiveness flaring in his eyes. “come on.” you grabbed his arm and dragged him through the crowd, finding a dark corner for the two of you, away from the team. “took you long enough to come get me.” you giggled. he raised an eyebrow, resting his hands on your waist as you swayed to the beat of the music. “y’ sayin’ that was all for me?” you nodded, biting your lip in anticipation. instead of replying, he flipped you around, tugging you into him until there was no space between you. you started grinding, not the false imitation of what you were doing with johnny and kyle, letting the beat move your hips. “a worse man might take advantage of you, darlin’. so pretty an’ willing f’ me.” he was right next to your ear, beard scraping your soft skin.

“doesn’t make you worse, john. it makes you human.” huh. he’d never thought of it that way, that he was just a man instead of a captain. he contemplated it, that gray area, as you moved one of his hands from your waist to your lower stomach, pressing it above your core. “‘s not taking advantage, john. i’m not drunk, just tipsy.” he pressed harder against you, drawing out a moan in the darkness as you felt that familiar coil of arousal. you could feel the outline of his cock through his jeans, the thin material of your dress barely a barrier. “don’t want our first time to be in a filthy club bathroom, baby. when i fuck you, i’m goin’ to take my time.” he grinded his palm into you, noting the hitch in your breath as he found your cunt, hidden behind two layers of fabric. it was building up, your nipples hardening and scraping against your dress. he was rock hard now, hips loose and all yours. you couldn’t quell that one voice in the back of your mind, though. “will it- will it just be once? when you fuck me?” he shook his head, spinning you around until your back was to a wall, your captain pinning your hands up and looking down at you with a hungry gaze. his hips were still pressed into yours, cock rubbing against your cunt. “y’ gonna get it through your head. you’re mine and i’m yours.” his eyes were searching yours for confirmation that he hadn’t been grasping at straws. you nodded quickly, wrapping a leg around his waist and tugging him closer. “mine. yours. when are you gonna kiss me, john?” you whined that last part, turning on your biggest puppy dog eyes. he almost growled at it, you so helpless under him. the invisible limits he had on himself, on a relationship between a captain and lieutenant, broke easily under your heady gaze. he leaned in slowly, cupping your jaw and running his thumb over your lips. and finally, finally, he kissed you.

it was slow and soft and john, the taste of whiskey rushing through your mouth. you were in a bubble, tugging your pinned hands out of his grip so you could pull him closer. his hips slotted further into yours but his lips told a softer story, biting and licking, exploring yours. you never wanted to stop, content to lie here forever and never let him go. “y’ taste like my dreams, sweetheart.” he whispered, just for you. he tasted like your future.

[worldofstoriesanddreams]

Is there an age limit? Part 2

“For me?” The annoying red-clad giant of a man who was all sunshine and diabetes-inducing puppies bounced around. He played with the communicator Batman handed to him as if it were a shiny new toy.

“I can’t believe I’m in the Justice League!” The Herculean man-child squealed, grinning like an imbecile. “Somebody, kick me. Show me I’m not dreaming!” 

Guy Gardner was too happy to oblige. 

“My pleasure.”

His signature kick - a brutal, no-holds-barred move - would send a seasoned fighter flying across the floor. Guy delivered one of his specialties to Captain Whitebread.

Crack!

“My leg!” 

Agony ripped from his foot, up his leg, as he felt his bones shatter upon impact with that brick wall of a man.

“I broke my leg!” He hopped to the nearest seat, clutching his foot, hoping to earn sympathy points with Ice. 

The cold beauty looked away.

Instead, the Big Red Cheese hovered towards him.

“I’m so sorry.” The overgrown baby - who was made of concrete - had the audacity to offer him a hand. 

“Can I help you?”

“Nah, Guy’s just being Guy,” Hal pulled Justice League’s newest recruit away. “You must see our recreation rooms!”

Superman, one of the Big Three, intercepted them. 

“Wait, Cap,” he dangled a set of keys in front of Captain Whitebread. 

“You get the room beside mine,” Superman grinned as the big blue boy scout wrapped his arm around the cheesy red boy scout. 

He behaved as if Cap was his twin brother. “I’ll show you your private quarters!”

Guy’s jaw dropped as he turned as green as his ring.

While every member of the Justice League had a private room in the Watchtower, a cluster of four rooms were considered prime estate. Three of the four prestigious rooms were taken by the Big Three - Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman. 

Captain Whitebread gets the fourth? 

It is as good as telling the hero community that the dolt is one of the Big Four.

Guy knew he deserved that honour far more than that joke of a hero.

 *

“Holy Moley!” Captain Marvel’s gawked at his private quarters. “Is this for me?”

“All yours,” Superman grinned, spreading out his arms. 

His fellow Kryptonian’s childlike wonder was a welcome change from the jaded cynicism, or even worse, the self-important grandeur of some heroes.

“Can this room handle lightning strikes?” Captain Marvel ran his hand over a wall.

“Well,” Superman rock on the back of his heels. 

“We are in space, so there is no lightning out here. But it can withstand intense heat, radiation, corrosive environments and physical stress, so I’d imagine it can handle a regular thunderstorm.”

Marvel frowned, in thought. “Can it handle over a billion volts at more than 30,000 degrees Celsius?”

“I’m not sure if anything can handle that,” Superman replied.

“May not be an issue if….” Captain Marvel’s face lit up with a dazzling grin. 

“Never mind. I know what to do.” He chuckled. 

“Wisdom of Solomon,” he tapped his head.

Cap’s eyes bugged out at the fully stocked mini-fridge and pantry. He picked up a can of beer. “I’m sure you must be a certain age to drink these,” he frowned.

Superman wasn’t a fan of alcohol either. It had no effect on his Kryptonian physiology. He didn’t fancy the taste. 

“I don’t like beer or alcohol either. It might be a Kryptonian thing,” he beamed, more certain than ever that he was no longer the last of his kind. “I had mine swapped for milk,” he grinned. “I can arrange that for you too.”

“That would be cool!” Cap looked delighted. “Can I have chocolate milk?”

Cap behaved like a kid let loose in a toy shop as Superman showed him the room’s features.

“The bed and walls are reinforced, but cannot withstand our strength, if you toss and turn in your sleep,” Superman warned. “Do you sleepwalk?”

“No,” Cap pursed his lips. “I’ll power down before bed so it shouldn’t be an issue.”

Power down? Does Marvel have portable red sun lamps? 

That’s a brilliant idea he could adopt.”

For the rest of the morning, Superman had the pleasure of showing his new brother the rest of the Watchtower.

“Superman, this place is awesome!” Cap remarked

“Call me Kal,” Superman replied. 

“Okay Kal. You were saying you have Polar Bears in your Fortress of Solitude. Can I play with them?” Marvel pleaded with large, puppy eyes.

“Sure, Will-em,” Kal replied. 

Cap cringed. “I rather you call me Billy. William sounds so… old.”

“Bill, then?��� Kal asked.

“Bill is good,” Billy replied.

Marvel prefers his civilian Earth name. 

He probably was raised on Earth too.

So civilian Earth name it is.

“Then call me Clark.”

Bill preferred flying to using the zeta tubes. He had a point. One can never tire of the magnificent view, flying on your power from the space station to earth.

“You keep your key where everyone can see?” Bill’s eyes widened at the large golden key outside Superman’s ice fortress.

“It’s made of dwarf star material and weighs millions of tons,” Clark smirked. “It’s not like anyone can pick it up and let themselves in.” He fitted the massive key into the keyhole.

“I bet I can,” Bill smirked. 

“Kryptonians can,” Clark replied. “But we’re almost extinct.” He handed the key to Marvel, who returned it to its place where it doubled up as an aircraft navigation marker.

“Holy Moley!” Bill’s jaw dropped lower as they walked into the fortress. “Are those your parents?” He pointed up at the statues Kal had created in memory of his birth parents.

“Yes. Jor-el and Lara Lor-Van,” Clark replied. “I was a baby when they sent me away. I don’t remember anything about them.”

“Oh,” Bill squeezed Clark’s shoulder. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay.” Clark assured him. “Ma and Pa Kent took me in when I landed on earth as a baby. They raised me as their own son.”

“That’s cool. I don’t have parents. I lost mine when I was five,” Bill’s eyes glistened with tears. 

“I can still remember them, though the memories are getting fuzzy.”He dropped his smile.

“You can always visit me and my family at the farm,” Superman patted his back.

“Farm?” Cap’s eyes widened. “You grew up in a farm?”

“Raised there. My folks live there,” he chuckled as he led Bill through the fortress' many chambers. “Talking about families, there’s a polar bear family I want you to meet.”

He opened a door that led into a natural cave just outside the Fortress of Solitude.

“My neighbours,” Clark gestured at a family of polar bears. 

The father and mother bears nodded at the men and chuffed their greeting.

Bill chuffed back. 

Then he whimpered like a playful bear cub.

Curious cubs approached Cap with their heads up and ears forward.

The biggest baby bear swatted the air in a playful mock attack. 

Captain Marvel pawed back as younger cubs rolled around. 

Their mother walked slowly towards Cap, and sniffed at him. 

The babies followed suit. 

Between the cuffs, whines and whimpers, the bears seemed to be having some sort of conversation with the man.

“Do you understand what they are saying?” Clark walked up to them, getting a growl in response.

“Oh sorry,” Bill replied. “I keep forgetting we aren’t speaking English.”

“Huh?” Clark frowned. Confused.

“Sasha here was telling me about your noisy machines driving their fish away,” Bill added. “She asks you to be a good neighbour and keep the noise down.”

Apparently, the mother bear was Sasha, the father bear was Phil.

“I’m hardly here,” Clark replied.

Bill chuffed at the mother bear, getting a series of growls in return.

“She says, you may not be here, but your machines still make too much noise. These two days, the sounds are more frequent and worse,” Bill explained.

Sasha chuffed some more.

“Then there are the newcomers in shiny suits that came through this week,” translated Bill.

“That’s not possible,” Clark had a nagging feeling something was wrong.

Phil roared. 

Sasha herded the cubs away.

“They are coming again. The bears smell them,” Clark translated for Bill. 

“Sasha is asking you to tell your guests to be more considerate.”

“What guests?” 

A sudden pain stabbed through Clark’s entire body. 

Kryptonite.

He searched for the source, but his super-vision failed him. A wave of dizziness hit him. Hard.

“Are you okay, Clark,” Bill caught him before he hit the ground.

“Kryptonite,” his vision turned blurry as an armoured figure bearing a large chunk of Kryptonite stalked past the bears, towards him.

“I got this.” 

Bill’s voice was the last thing Clark heard before he blacked out.

*

“Batman! Superman’s poisoned!” Captain Marvel strode into the Watchtower carrying a limp, green-faced Superman.

“What happened?” Batman led Marvel to The Infirmary.

“Kryptonite bomb exploded in our faces,” Marvel grimaced. “Shards of Green K pierced his skin. I removed as much as I could but I don’t have X-ray vision, but I think he breathed particles of Kryptonite, so can you check his lungs?”

“Hmmph,” Batman scrutinised Marvel. “Why aren’t you affected?”

“Kryptonite doesn’t bother me,” Marvel replied. “We were attacked in the Arctic. Who do I hand the culprits over to?”

“Bring them here for interrogation,” Batman replied. If these guys infiltrated Superman’s fortress, he wanted to find out more. “Local authorities don’t have the facilities or security to store technology that is advanced enough to take down Superman. Bring everything here for safekeeping.”

“Yes, sir!” Marvel did a chipper salute and disappeared in a red blur.

So, Captain Marvel is immune to Kryptonite. He doesn’t have X-ray vision either. The man is clearly not a Kryptonian.

As he applied the ultrasonic vibratory device to Superman’s chest to loosen the kryptonite particles in his lungs, Batman pondered on the new information that Marvel had revealed about himself.  

Marvel may not be a Kryptonian, but he could be a Daxamite. 

These are descendants of Kryptonians who left Krypton to explore space. They have the same powers as Kryptonians but do not have x-ray vision. 

Although they are not affected by Kryptonite, Daxamites have a fatal sensitivity to lead.

Batman set up the portable lung lavage system to wash out Superman’s lungs. 

Then he headed to his private quarters where he kept his contingencies against every member of the Justice League.

He removed the Kryptonite from Marvel’s box and replaced it with lead bullets. 

[jibitzlesscrocs]

Can you do Matt giving tattoo to x reader please.

of course ! this is a great idea.

tattooartist!matt x reader

warning: none

tattoo love

in which matt gives reader a tattoo

It started with your fingertips—light and curious—as they traced the delicate ink winding up Matt’s arm. You were both curled up in bed, the glow of a warm bedside lamp casting golden halos on the sheets. Your head rested gently on his bicep, eyes dreamily following the curves of his tattoos, one after another, like stories written in permanent ink on his skin.

“You like them?” he asked, voice low and lazy, lips barely moving.

“I love them,” you murmured. Your finger stilled over a small piece on his forearm. “I always wondered what it would feel like… to get one.”

Matt tilted his head to look at you, a flicker of interest blooming in his sleepy gaze. “You want a tattoo?”

You hesitated, then nodded. “I think… I do. Maybe something small. Maybe… right now.”

That pulled a slow grin from him, amused and fond. “Right now?”

You bit your lip and nodded again, firmer this time. “Yeah. Right now.”

Matt sat up, a spark of mischief lighting in his eyes. He reached over the bed and pulled open the bottom drawer of his dresser—the one you’d never paid much attention to. Inside, neatly stored and gleaming under the dim light, was a compact black tattoo kit.

Your breath caught. “You… have a tattoo kit?”

“For practice,” he shrugged, already laying out the pieces on the bed like a ritual. “Sometimes I like messing around with it. Haven’t done one on someone else in a while, though.”

You blinked at him, heartbeat picking up as he turned to you with a smirk.

“Let me do one on you,” he said softly. “If you trust me.”

And you did. With your whole heart.

You shifted on the bed, scooting closer to where he had laid out ink caps, gloves, wipes, and the quiet hum of anticipation. Matt was calm and focused, all teasing gone now as he took this seriously. Gently, he cupped your hand in his.

“What do you want?” he asked.

You told him—something simple and meaningful. He searched for designs online, pulling up a few options, tweaking them slightly until you both found the one. A small, delicate linework design that felt so you.

“Perfect,” he whispered.

He printed it onto a stencil, cleaned your forearm carefully, and pressed the design onto your skin. When you looked down at it, something in your chest fluttered—it felt permanent, but in a good way. In a you’re ready for this way.

“You sure?” he asked, searching your face.

You nodded, but your nerves betrayed you, hands trembling just slightly. Matt noticed. He always noticed.

“Hey,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss the back of your hand. “It’s okay to be nervous. It’s your first. I was nervous for mine too. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

He prepped the tattoo gun, inked it up, and tested the buzz in the air. The sound was louder than you expected, electric and alive. Your arm lay on a small cushion, your skin bare, your heart skipping.

Matt kissed your forehead, eyes soft.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

The first touch of the needle was a sharp sting—like a cat’s scratch that lingered a second longer than expected. You winced, not in pain, but in surprise. Matt paused.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” you breathed.

“Okay. Deep breath for me, love.”

He continued, and as he worked, the pain shifted, less of a sting, more of a hum. A dull heat under your skin, pulsing in sync with your heartbeat. You felt every line, but his voice, soft and steady, grounded you.

“You’re doing amazing,” he whispered, wiping gently, “Looks so good already.”

You watched him as much as the tattoo. The way his brows furrowed in focus, the gentle way he held your arm, like he was drawing on parchment instead of skin. There was something intimate about it. Matt marking your skin, leaving a tiny piece of art that only he could’ve given you.

When it was done, he cleaned the area, wrapped it carefully in a thin sheet of plastic, then looked up at you with a proud smile.

“There,” he said softly. “Your first tattoo.”

You stared at it. beautiful, delicate, yours, and then at him, and without thinking, you launched forward into his arms.

He laughed, catching you easily, arms wrapping around your waist. You kissed him, a little breathless, feeling his hands press against your back, mindful of your forearm.

“Thank you,” you whispered into his neck.

Matt kissed your cheek, smiling so wide it reached his eyes. “You’re welcome, tattoo girl.”

You pulled back, teasing. “That what you’re gonna call me now?”

“I mean,” he said with a smirk, “you’ve got one tattoo and suddenly you’re cooler than me.”

You giggled, brushing a hand through his hair. “You made me cool.”

He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours.

“I made you mine.”

And beneath the soft hum of your heart, the memory of the buzzing ink, and the faint sting of your first piece of art, you knew it—this was more than just a tattoo.

It was a love story.

Written in ink.

MAI’S STORE

requested !! enjoy

[ashthewaterghoul]

Girls Night With Copia

1.7k words of pure fluff based on these posts of mine X X

    The Ghoulettes are a force to be reckoned with.

    They’re as ferocious as they’re caring and no one would dare say ‘no’ to their asks, lest they say goodbye to their ability to walk the next day. Take that how you will…

    So, when Cumulus bumped into a very stressed looking Frater – his eye paint doing nothing to hide his tiredness, or the crow’s feet that seemed to have mutated into that of ravens – she declared a Girl’s Night was in order. And Copia would never say no, even if he wanted to.

    Copia found himself outside the Ghoulettes’ shared room that night, paint scrubbed off, in his pyjamas and a bag of wine bottles in hand as per usual - for each of the girls’ own tastes. Cirrus welcomed him in and Sunshine declared she would go first. Each Ghoulette had a role for their pamper sessions after all…

Read below the cut! Will be put on ao3 later, cba doing it rn lol

    Copia took his shirt off and hopped into their massive nest, face down and waiting for his masseuse.

    Sunshine popped the cap off of one of her jars of massage oils, infused with the herbs she can grow with her Earth affinity, and used her Fire affinity to help heat it up on her hands. Copia wouldn’t flinch when those hands would start roaming along his back, only relax. If he was a Ghoul, he knows he would start purring up a storm right about now. The girls were more than used to his groans of relief as Sunny expertly worked each knot from his muscles, and lifted more strain than he knew he was carrying. The Multi Ghoulette had long discovered that Copia carries his stress in his neck and between his shoulders and focuses most of her attentions there, and sometimes she even manages to crack a few joints while she’s at it.

    When Copia flips over, she gets to work massaging his front too. All along his arms and his plush stomach, putting some more pressure to her hands as she passes over his chest to provide some comfort like a weighted blanket- as if he wasn’t already relaxed enough anyway.

    The way she always declares Copia done was when she would lean over and kiss the tip of his nose with a giggle.

     “You feeling better, C?” She asked, smoothing back Copia’s hair, her own bouncy curls hitting him in the face a bit.

    “Much better. Amazing as always, solare.” He replied with a smile.

    He slowly sits up and stretches, feeling about ten years younger and back in the start of his Cardinal days.

    “Me next!” Aurora excitedly announced, bouncing on her heels as she waits for Copia to come over.

    Aurora is a lady and she keeps her claws sharp and pristine. Early on in her days topside, she took online nail art classes and is now a fully-fledged and qualified nail technician. She has boxes of polishes and equipment in with her belongings but tonight she only has out what she needs.

    At her little workbench, she has her files, polishes, curing lamps and, of course, a glass of wine. Aurora likes a sparkling zinfandel and it seemingly was the inspiration for her colour scheme tonight.

    Copia sat with his hands in bowls to soak off what little remained of his last Rory-cure, as the pack had taken to calling them, and talked through her plan.

    “So, your pinky, pointer and ring fingers are all going to be this colour,” she said as she showed off a shimmering bottle whose colour matched the pale, rosy pink of her tipple, “and then your thumb and middle are going to be a darker pink and I’m going to draw a pentagram in the shimmer, and some cool swirly shit. Kinda like what comes out of summoning portals.”

    “Sounds perfect, my love.” Copia smiled. He’d never say no to any of Rory’s designs and in the event he doesn’t like the look, he wears his gloves in public anyway. Although that hasn’t happened yet. Copia always loves his newest Ghoulette’s artistry and always feels more confident wearing it under his leather every day.

    Sunshine, now having her hands free, got to enjoy her glass of muscat alongside Cumulus’ own Sauvignon Blanc and Cirrus’ merlot. When Copia gets to his tall Air Ghoulette, he’ll finally get a glass too.

    Aurora focuses hard as she does Copia’s nails; making sure to file them to the length and shape he likes before applying some oil that smells absolutely incredible and he knows Dewdrop has tried to drink on more than a few occasions.

    When they’re both happy, Aurora will get to painting them. Using the best base coat she has and making sure not to flood Copia’s cuticle before curing the gel polish under the UV lamps and then starting to paint the colour and designs. After the top coat’s set, she spends a good 5 minutes having Copia pose his hands so she can take pictures for her ever-expanding portfolio.

    Then Copia hops back onto the nest, now clear of Sunny’s massage oils, and puts his head in Cumulus’ lap, looking up at her.

    “Hey, sugar,” She coos, “You got anything I need to look at today?”

    Cumulus’ facials were sought-after commodities that so few ever got. She was a full-on skin care guru who could easily craft up bespoke skincare routines in her sleep, knowing what each ingredient does and who needs what product in what order.

    “Ah, I have no complaints, cara.” Copia said, already closing his eyes as Cumulus’ cool hands got to work analysing his face. Copia wasn’t quite sure of the benefit of certain things, but he trusted his Air Ghoulette, and it all felt nice anyway.

    She painted on face masks and gently washed them off, doing specific ones on different areas of his face. She did a blackhead peel that always felt strange but Copia was long-used to the sensation. She always paid special attention to the skin on Copia’s top lip and around his eyes that were usually always painted as it often got dried out from the near-constant product wear. It used to be a concern for his whole face when he was Papa and wore his skull paint, and she was always in charge of helping him wash away all the paint and take care of his skin afterwards.

    She glided cool massage globes across his face, and used a gua sha too. She rubbed in toners and serums and cleansers and moisturisers until Copia was sure her magic had managed to de-age him.

    “Fresh as a daisy.” She said with a kind smile as she finished applying the last of the products.

    “Grazie, Lu.” Copia said with an equally kind grin as his Air Ghoulette took off the hairband he’d had on and helped smooth back his hair again.

    “You’re very welcome, C-bear.” She said with a boop to his nose as she got up.

    Copia sat up in the nest, and Cirrus sat next to him, a glass of merlot in hand and one she gave to her summoner.

    “Thank you, Cirrus.” Copia said as the taller Ghoulette shifted to be right beside him, ready for her turn in the Copia-Pampering-And-Destressing-Carousel.

    “Thank me later. Now, tell me how being Frater Imperator is treating you.” She said with a mischievous smirk.

    Cirrus was infamously the Ministry’s gossip monger. Any tiny crumb of a story she would eat right up and add it to her ever-growing bank of knowledge. As she went around the Siblings, getting her tales and rumours, she discovered a talent she had. She had this incredible ability to pick people’s brains and draw out just about anything she wanted. Amazing news for her love of chatter and tales, even better for her pack. She often used her power for good, and used it to draw out what’s been stressing people. Even if they don’t want help, no one will ever deny how amazing it always feels to get their burdens out in the open.

    Copia never liked to talk about his problems, preferring rather to be there for his flock and care for them like any good Clergy leader should. But, as Cirrus often reminded him, the Ghouls can take care of themselves, so Copia doesn’t need to have that front with them. And so, with his wine in hand, Cirrus picked his brains, worded her questions very carefully and got Copia to admit to things that he didn’t even know where weighing on him.

    “And now you can thank me.” Cirrus said as Copia finished pouring out his heart, and Aurora poured more wine into his glass.

    “Ay, grazie mille, Cir.” Copia said, leaning into the arm that Cirrus had around him, her kind eyes, blue like frosty mornings, lighting up at being bale to help.

    With Copia feeling thoroughly destressed and spoiled by his girls, they all piled onto the nest and snuggled, just catching up and laughing as they drank their respective wines.

    “What are we watching tonight?” Cumulus said after a while.

    “Love Actually?” Aurora suggested.

    “We watched that last time.” Cirrus laughed.

    “It’s Christmas, Cirrus, have some festive cheer!” Sunshine defended her fellow Multi.

    “Fine, what about The Holiday then?” Cirrus said.

    “Oooo, yeah, we haven’t watched that yet this year!” Cumulus said as she sprang up to get the remote for the TV.

    The last part to their girl’s night traditions was always watching a romcom – the cheesier the better, usually. Copia didn’t know how they hadn’t watched every single one yet but his girls were always resourceful, and seemed to have an entire inventory of them to look through. Of course, they rewatched some from time-to-time, but Copia never paid too much attention to the films, as he always preferred to focus on his Ghoulettes. Especially in their nights together since he became Frater.

    He doesn’t get to see his Ghouls nearly as much as he’d like to now, and so soaks up each and every moment he can with them. Okay, maybe it turns into an orgy where Copia still gets spoiled and basted with attention the whole time, but he still values that time too. Tonight was nothing of the sort though, and Copia fell asleep surrounded by his girls, his body feeling lighter and younger, his belly full of wine and snacks.

    Most importantly, he fell asleep with his heart positively brimming with love for his oh-so-cherished Ghoulettes.

One shot master post can be found here!

[weewoowings]

🫣 for tevan? 🙂❤️

New experiences, Rated G, 452 words

AO3 Link

Splash of Color

Tommy sat cross-legged on the couch, carefully applying the last coat of deep blue polish to his pinky finger. The coffee table in front of him was scattered with tiny bottles, cotton pads, and remover, evidence of his usual routine.

Buck, lounging beside him, watched with open curiosity. “So, how’d you get into this?”

Tommy didn’t look up as he twisted the cap back onto the bottle. “Started messing around with it in high school. My cousin was obsessed with nail polish, had a whole drawer full. One day, she dared me to let her paint mine. Figured, why not? Turned out, I liked it.” He flexed his fingers, checking for any uneven spots. “Kept doing it after that.”

Buck hummed, nodding slowly. He’d seen Tommy with painted nails plenty of times, usually dark blues, greens, sometimes deep red or black, but he’d never thought to ask about it. Until now.

“You ever paint someone else’s?”

Tommy’s brow arched. “What, are you volunteering, Evan?”

He wiggled his fingers. “Why not? I’ve got three days off. If I hate it, I can take it off before my next shift.”

Tommy huffed a quiet laugh but didn’t hesitate. “Alright. Pick a color.”

Buck scanned the bottles, then tapped one. “That green.”

Tommy rolled the bottle between his palms, warming up the polish. “Good choice. Hold still.”

Buck stretched his hand out, resting it on Tommy’s knee, and watched as his boyfriend worked. His touch was precise but gentle, each brushstroke smooth and deliberate. Buck found himself watching Tommy’s face more than his own nails, the quiet focus, the way his lips pressed together slightly, the faint crease between his brows.

“Not bad,” Tommy murmured after a few minutes, inspecting his work. “You’ve got steady hands. Makes this easy.”

Buck smirked. “Steady hands are kind of a requirement in our line of work.”

Tommy rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he picked up his other hand, carefully starting on the next set of nails. The silence between them was comfortable, filled only with the occasional clink of a bottle against the table top.

When Tommy finally pulled back, Buck examined his hands, turning them under the light. The green was rich, dark enough to almost look black until it caught the glow of the lamp.

“Well?” Tommy asked, capping the bottle.

Buck grinned. “I kinda love it.”

Tommy smiled, wiping a stray dot of polish from Buck’s knuckle. “Told you. Suits you, Evan.”

He flexed his fingers, then nudged Tommy’s foot with his own. “Guess you’ll have to keep doing it, then.”

Tommy just shook his head, but the small, pleased smile on his face said he didn’t mind one bit.

[dandysworldhcs]

i think boxten sounds like wilson from house md

yall GYATT to watch that show its peak trust me my sources are made up but its good

ANYWAY hey what do yall think of crk x dandys world . wjat about shelly as white lily and astro as pure vanilla THINK ABOUT IT.

anyway i have some headcanons about astro he just hates bright light like lamps and flashlights ,, he tolerates brightney by not looking at her when they speak . generally he just dislikes all types of light except for liek the natural sources like his glow

also the end of his cap works like a tail. it swishes around if he's angry

despite being like . idk a moon he's a light sleeper . even if you like take a step [ like a very quiet one [ he'd still wake up

he has adhd [ totally not me self projecting ]

auM. THATS ALL. HE SOUNDS LIKE KURAMA FROM YYH LIKE I ALREADY SAID IN ONE OF MY ASKS . I JUST NEED YOU TO HEAER ME OUT ON THE VOICECLAIM

anyway i think im done rambling bye

i think your going to love that ive started that show with a friend of mine

[silversokolova]

Ghost Swap

Ghost Swap! Block A prompt by @metalfaceirl: "cabanela using brainrot speak, everyone is horrified". For Ghost Swap by @fyeahghosttrick

8:18 PM

"I don't know," Ray lied, "I'm just a desk lamp." That part, at least, was true. For all intents and purposes, he was but a humble desk lamp who sat in the lonely junkyard on the outskirts of town. His explanation served its purpose in getting the red-suited spirit- Sissel, his name was- to investigate matters himself.

A red-suited corpse, two detectives- green and blue- and a doctor gathered around a couch, Ray wriggling happily in his lamp atop a nearby crate.

Ray watched matters unfold before him- these were new (yet similar) events, not ones from his own timeline- the timeline he abandoned ten years ago. More new events continued to come, and before Ray knew it, a familiar face appeared from the junkyard's top floor- where everything that night began- one of several beginnings. The face in question, Ray recalled, belonged to a man named Cabanela, a loose and lanky white-coated lawman of an inspector who merrily danced his way through the rigorous horrors of that night. Ray recalled speaking to the man ten years ago on the same night- the night he was repeating at this very moment- and the genuine smile on his face as they shared memories of the purple-haired little lady and briefly spoke of the media she consumed.

"Ah, the tension of a crime scene!" Cabanela exclaimed, dancing his way down the stairs, "Yeah, what a gyattingly sus crime scene! Nothing like it, rizzlers!" What? Ray could feel both his and Sissel's confusion despite neither spirit being in the ghost world. That's not how Cabanela ever spoke to Ray, or anyone else, in fact. That was how the little lady's friends spoke-- Ray froze in horror, the sudden caseation of movement in the lamp going unnoticed by the living near him. Oh gods, this can't be happening. It wasn't real, was it? Had Cabanela somehow retained the accursed knowledge Ray imparted on him all those years ago?

"Something tells me…" Cabanela mused, shooting a glance towards… Ray couldn't tell if the inspector was glancing at him, the people around him, or the red-suited corpse between them. "That somebody just thought, 'On god for real'!" The doctor scoffed while the blue and green detectives both looked as if they aged twenty years, their sudden change in liveliness met with a remark from Sissel, "If that white-coat keeps this up, I'll have two more deaths on my hands." None but Ray, the only other ghost present, heard his remark.

"Skibidi flex me this crime scene for clout, turn it into a bussin' scene!" Cabanela joyously remarked to the green- then blue- detective, the latter flinched at the inspector's words, while the former's jaw gapped open, utterly dumbfounded. "Ghosting me, boooys? Is my high-key rizz not good enough for you?" ("So this is the head of the Special Investigation Unit? He seems, uh… unique," Sissel commented.)

The doctor was the first to leave, "Welp, I've done all I can do," he declared. "Fanum tax!" Cabanela declared as the doctor- now $20 lighter and none the wiser for it- passed by. "High-key he's not sigma ong for real," twirled Cabanela, hoisting the red-suited corpse over his shoulders, much to the shock and horror of all parties present ("Hey! That's mine!" protested Sissel, whom attached himself to the core in said body). Cabanela then stood in place, staring into the very souls of the two detectives, whose spines quivered in fear. "No cap, it's not that cold, or are you two boys just ratioed?" Cabanela noted.

The blue detective collapsed ("He's not moving, but he's alive," commented Sissel), "Sus!" commented Cabanela, whom took a graceful leap over the blue-suit and towards the remaining detective, their bodies barely avoiding touching each other, "No cap?"

The green detective shuddered, "I-I'm green cap," he stuttered, lifting his cap. Cabanela was not amused, evidently, prompting him to peer over and look inside the hat after twisting it upside-down, "Hmm, you'd get massive rizz if you filled this with water and put a head in it- But only if it was porcelain-colored!" Cabanela informed the now utterly confused man, "Why, it'd show up on everyone's FYP," he 'helpfully' elaborated, much to the relief of nobody. "Why's this guy gotta be the one to handle my body?" Sissel lamented.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Cabanela suddenly exclaimed in his second sane statement, unceremoniously dropping the corpse on the ground (eliciting a minor chuckle from Ray) before ceremoniously dancing his way over the body and to a nearby telephone booth, where he then dialed a phone number. At Ray's insistence, Sissel reluctantly moved to the phone's core to eavesdrop, while the green detective took the opportunity to flee, abandoning his blue-capped coworker where he laid.

Ray hoped Cabanela's interference wouldn't force him to wait another ten years, provided the opportunity to make another jump back in time presented itself once more…

[mining-info]

How to Clean & Maintain Your Cap Lamps for Longevity

Cap lamps are essential safety equipment for miners and industrial workers, providing reliable illumination in challenging environments. Regular cleaning and maintenance are crucial for ensuring their longevity and optimal performance. Here’s a step-by-step guide to keeping your cap lamps in excellent condition.

1. Regular Cleaning

Dirt, dust, and grime can accumulate on your cap lamp, affecting brightness and efficiency. Follow these steps for proper cleaning:

Turn Off and Disconnect: Before cleaning, ensure the cap lamp is switched off and disconnected from any power source.

Use a Soft Cloth: Wipe the lamp's surface with a soft, dry cloth to remove dust.

Mild Soap Solution: For stubborn dirt, use a damp cloth with a mild soap solution. Avoid excessive moisture.

Lens Care: Clean the lens with a microfiber cloth to prevent scratches and maintain clarity.

Dry Thoroughly: Ensure all components are completely dry before reassembling or using the lamp.

2. Battery Maintenance

The battery is the heart of your cap lamp. Proper care extends its lifespan and ensures consistent performance.

Charge Properly: Follow the manufacturer’s charging instructions and avoid overcharging.

Store Correctly: Keep the battery in a cool, dry place when not in use.

Inspect for Damage: Regularly check for swelling, leakage, or other signs of battery deterioration.

Replace When Necessary: If the battery no longer holds a charge, replace it with a compatible one.

3. Inspecting Electrical Components

Check Wiring and Connections: Ensure that wires and connectors are secure and undamaged.

Test Switches: Press the switch multiple times to ensure smooth operation.

Look for Corrosion: Inspect terminals for rust or corrosion and clean them using a dry brush.

4. Maintaining the Strap and Housing

Inspect the Head Strap: Look for wear and tear on the adjustable strap and replace it if needed.

Check the Lamp Housing: Ensure the lamp housing is free from cracks and damage.

5. Storage Tips

Avoid Extreme Temperatures: Store cap lamps in moderate conditions to prevent battery and material degradation.

Keep Away from Moisture: Store in a dry place to prevent electrical issues.

Use Protective Cases: If available, use a case to prevent accidental damage.

6. Regular Functionality Tests

Turn It On Before Use: Ensure the lamp functions correctly before heading into the field.

Check Brightness Levels: If the light output is dim, it may indicate a weak battery or dirty lens.

Listen for Unusual Sounds: Any buzzing or flickering may indicate electrical issues requiring repair.

Final Thoughts

By following these cleaning and maintenance steps, you can extend the lifespan of your cap lamps, ensuring they remain reliable and efficient for years. Regular checks and proper storage will help you avoid unexpected failures, keeping you safe in demanding work environments.

[offtopic-enjoyers]

DAMNIT OKAY EVERY ANIMATIC IDEA IVE EVER HAD (a master list! UwU~)

this spans at least 2 years sooooo it’s LONG strap in chat

this won’t include all of my own ocs / animatics of my sona just fandom stuff

@the-slimebox and @snazum for the encouragement!!

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Hollywood dream iyesha erotica-Ted Nivison

what the world needs RTC/Marz with Tammy Nomi Vace and Dys (IWATE)

Dark Red Steve lacy-sol (iwate)

cirnos perfect math class-Tucker with Schlatt and Ted

anything you can do-Male Sol and Anemone (iwate)

Dead Girl Wlaking REPRISE-Wilbur and Philza (not a ship)

Idol(yoasobi) -schlatt

the entire rtc album cause it fits the IWATE cast

teenage dirtbag-Noelle and Susie (deltarune)

Hollywood Dream(yes again) -Sarah Lynn (BJHM)

labyrinth (miracle musical) -Ranboo and dream

Time Machine (miracle musical) -Revivedbur

Money Game (ren) - Jack Manifold and Schlatt

Welcome to the Internet-Schlatt a persona of the internet and a viewer

Over and Over-Cap Ripley (Alien)

Noel’s Lament -Angel Dust

365 but make it chuckle sammy

poor George- C!schlatt

Touring the Facility-Marina and Pearl (splatoon)

Show Pony (glass animals)-Anya (mouth washing)

Popipo- schlatt with his benedictines with Tucker and ted

Rot For Clout-Jschlatt or Kwite

Ohares part in the thneedville DEMO-c!schlatt

Bambi by hippocampus-Ted idle animation loop

Austin(dasha) -Schlatt and crew but like 2020-2022 era

Glass Chalet-Hollyleaf

Mine/Yours-Ashfur

Oh Distant You-Ashfur

Amazing Standing Lamp-Schlatt

Girl Hell 1999-schlatt

around the pomegranate-twilight sparkle

America (max dirado) firestar

I don’t work here-slime cilce

Call me what you like-fem sol and tang (iwate)

Vampire Empire-fem sol and tang

devils train-Tammy and sol on transcendent ending

n64-Tommy and wilbur

Sailor song-homura and madoka

I bet on losing dogs- Ai w Ruby and aqua

St Chroma-Manburg (Quackity,Schlatt,Purpled,Fundy,Tubbo)

Like Him-Tubbo and Shclatt with the mom being puffy

this was only one page so I’ll get to the other parts later!!!

[nanarinsnumberonefan]

NANARIN DRABBLE, INTERMISSION 3.1

treat /triːt/ an event or item that is out of the ordinary and gives great pleasure.

The gift was complete. “Ahh.. That’s pretty!” You smiled, before you quickly wrapped up the plastic tightly with a turquoise lace to form it into a bow, humming to yourself as you did so. With a skip to your handwork, you handed the basket to your mother as she smiled at you, patting you on the head with her free hand. “Atta boy. Now go and rest up, we don’t wanna disappoint our visitors tomorrow Nijirou.” She smiled softly as you nodded almost immediately. “I will, don’t worry about it, ‘Ma!” Of course you’d sleep early in, especially if your neighbors — Plus Rin, were coming early in the morning, or maybe in the afternoon, by chance? Ahh, whatever — you shouldn’t be too worried for now; as you sped up the stairs and spun as an extra before you slipped into the bathroom, took a very nice shower, then changed into your proper home clothing. Maybe you can go to a ‘Konbini’ later when you want a light snack, you already ran out of snacks due to your siblings visiting the other week, that’s a shame. You lightly shook your head once more, grabbing a small journal and a fine-line pen before you sat ontop of your bed, opening the book as you flipped through pages with your finger as you landed on an empty page. Taking off the cap of your pen, you laid its tip ontop of the page as you began to write an entry about the past few days recently, and of course - your discovery.

Dear Diary,

Haha, it’s been a while since I’ve used this or even wrote in it, but today marks the first entry after the transfer. :)

It’s not everyday I get to do this cus i found out that highschool at my new school is more busy than usual ^^” and that’s like a big disadvantage for me, as I got stuff to do at home too. Huhu. But it’s okay!! c; At the end of the day I get to rest, and that’s really benefiting for me especially when it comes to tiring project days, deadlines are reallllyyy bad if you had to ask for my opinion. But it’s good to learn about the lesson more, so I can teach others or simply not forget about what was on topic for today. It’s that simple! Though on my way to school recently I met someone I used to call by the name Shion, cus the flowers he gave me were Shion’s. I never knew his name that time but as of me writing this, I think I have 9 Shion’s on me. I still need to discover what they mean though.. :-p Anyway! I got to talk with Hiori-san and Isagi-san and surprisingly Meguru-kun, it felt nice to talk to them a lot about our school lives and stuff, the Sando from Hiori-san was delicious too!! :o And i’ll admit i was actually giggling about the guy i met, not in THAT way i mean that he’s oddly quiet it’s funny to me. :DD I sure do hope I talk to him moreee.. :))

About Shion though, I once accidentally met up with him on the way to school again because it started to rain. I owe him one for that umbrella! I’m embarrassed for forgetting mine often.. sigh. It’s okay though! I can repay him tomorrow, since he’s visiting us with his parents, my ma said. I helped out with making the welcome gift and I think I made it nice :)) I hope they like it. Anyway I also DID find out Shion’s real name. His name is Rin Itoshi! I really thank Reo-san and Kara-san for giving me his name, I would’ve been done for if I never found out who he was, huhu :(( But anyway, I’ll write more soon when I feel like it for now. :DD

Signing off for today, Nijiro! <3

You even added a little heart with your signature, that’s not too common for you to even pull off. With a smile, you got off your bed again as you put the journal aside and went to your own desk and grabbed a word search from your drawer as you switched on your desk lamp and went to a random incomplete word search, like always. It was a little annoying for you, but your siblings and mom told you it was good; They were actually right. It was good for you, and that’s an intellectual benefit. But knowing you, you strangely took more than 6 weeks trying to finish at-least one page- it’s a pity alone, so maybe you can ask Rin if he’s into these things so you can both waste your time tomorrow once he comes here. You atleast highlighted 8 out of 20 of the words, lord- this is gonna take longer now, but that’s okay, you’ll persist. No worries! So you simply minded your business as you highlighted another word — Smiling to yourself as you yawned. Maybe you’re getting even more tired as you try to find some more words.

Actually, now that you think about it, maybe you should bring Rin to the nearby Konbini as a treat to repay him for everything he’s done to assist you. Jesus, are you in a Shojo?- You don’t even know, you read SLAM DUNK. Other than that, you soon turned off the desk lamp and went to bed; cozying yourself up as you drifted right into slumber.

AUTHOR NOTES

Hiii WELCOME TO THE FIRST INTERMISSION CHAPTER OF THE FIC!! These chapters are intentionally meant to be short, as they are just parts of the fic that are basically behind the scenes! haha... i always liked to think nanase was into word search due to his family, it's fun. @idkwhatmynameshoukdberahhhh LIKE I SAID. IM WORKING FAST. @indzae-mayumi urur so. U FOUND MY AO3 AND UR SO NICE I RESPECT YOU

[sirenjose]

Hunter Norton - Short Analysis/Notes

Wolframite’s arm is made of pyrite aka Fool’s Gold. Hunter Norton’s name is “Fool’s Gold”

Lily’s essence where Fluorite and the others are affected by “phosphorescent illness” which “gradually erodes the skin” and causes them to “yearn for captivity”. We see in Fluorite’s design notes that this “phosphorescence” caused people’s skin to begin transforming into different ores. Hunter Norton is also made of rocks/minerals.

According to the short backstory given to Hunter Norton so far, it re-emphasizes his fear of the dark and being back in the “bottomless mine that he had always wanted to escape from”. So he stays in the light. This can tie to how in Lily’s essence, in her design notes and in her essence trailer, we see how being in the moonlight starts to cure/heal the “phosphorescence illness” from Lily aka her ore/mineral parts. If being in the light helps, that could relate to why Norton is avoiding the darkness, and especially the mine itself.

On Hunter Norton’s hip is what appears to be an Oil-Wick Cap Lamp or Tea Pot lamp. These were 1st used in Scotland around 1850, with a hook on the back and a spout where the fat and oil for fuel were pulled from and lit. Miners typically used the cheapest fuel they could find. A drip ring could be added to catch any oil falling from the wick. Compared to candles, the light was brighter, lasted longer, and was easier to carry, but the flame was smokier. The open flame could also ignite flammable gases in mines and causing explosions. The threat of explosions led to the invention of the safety lamp for use in potentially combustible mines and the invention of the carbide lamp which replaced the oil-wick lamps by the 1920s. (Main difference is Oil-wick lamps were hung from their hats while Hunter Norton has it on his hip hanging from a chain.)

[mrsdeliberatecreater]

Some fun placebos to try.

Chewing and swallowing makes your jawline sharper.

Breathing in your nose and breathing out your mouth, makes your nose <blank> and lips <blank> - insert whatever you want here. Eg. plump, wide, tiny,etc.

Turning your head a bit and scratching right under your ear turns your glamour on - It is impossible for people to conceive of anything but your beauty.

Write something down in your phone's search bar, press search and then immediately kill the search. Its a direct line to your higher self and whatever you typed down manifests instantly - your own modern wishbook/magic lamp - I use this one a lot too.

When you put a cap/watch on(running errands), you're in undercover superhero mode and cannot be bothered or disturbed by anybody till you get your stuff done. Basically you just use it to keep people away.

Rubbing your nose gives you gives your a sloped nose bridge - Using it now.

Touching your lashes grows them - personal favorite of mine. My lashes are basically falsies now.

Now for the absolute champs:

💦 Drinking water clears your skin, shield potion, replenishes health bar, increased regeneration, extremely potent beauty potion, happy elixir, instant wish potion, face/body/life editing potion, calming potion, clears mind, healing(instantly cure any ailments), strength serum, speed booster, productivity booster, wisdom draught, liquid luck - you get the idea.

🛁🚿 Bath/Shower - All of the above but ten times more potent.

I use placebos in my subs as well.