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[pipebossaustralia]

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Importance of Pipelines in Wastewater Management

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[cleolinda]

I never actually explained why I started playing the Silent Hill 2 remake. As many people have pointed out, it is an absolutely wild choice (complex, difficult, scary, LONG) for my first video game. (I’m a mobile gamer, I wasn’t allowed to play video games as a kid, etc.) 

Since Jacksepticeye has come back to Tumblr, I’ll be a dork and say that I became a big fan of his channel over the last couple of years, and I started watching game playthroughs generally to wind down at night. I’ll basically watch anything he plays, and in October, he played the new remake. I was maybe 20 when the original came out, but I didn’t know shit about Silent Hill. Something about Pyramid Head, The Scariest Games Ever, not really my thing, but sure. I started watching and... didn’t really get into it. Planets weren’t aligned that day, idk. I let it keep running, went on to the second video, and then we hit THIS scene:

That music comes in out of NOWHERE like strong perfume and I was like, what the fuck is this game, why is the acting so good, what is HAPPENING, I love it. 

For several weeks, I was obsessed with the Akira Yamaoka soundtrack (both versions) and the story. The Actual Autism fully kicked in, and it was better than dealing with the rest of November 2024. I watched multiple people play the game, learned everything about it, didn’t care about the combat, never thought I’d play it myself. 

And then, two months into this... I kinda... I kinda wanted to fight a leg monster. A mannequin. THEY ARE SO SASSY AND THEY’RE SMART despite having no heads. I wanted to engage in noble fisticuffs (anklicuffs?) with these things. I am proud to say that I have gone from getting stuck in the parking lot on day one to actually being really good at fighting mannequins. (It��s the lying figures that get me. Fucking splash-damage motherfuckers.) Over ten hours of practice play in the first three levels of the game, I’ve only died twice so far (and both times were when the game BOXED ME IN and swarmed me with vomit monsters. Rude).

So anyway, I decided to play the game, and @idoherty451 and I started discussing it in excessive depth, and now I want to do a text commentary for sure, and a video gameplay (voice) commentary if I can get that up and running; I already have some rough reaction audio that I've been posting. I just want all this (and the software I’m learning) to be a new set of tools in my “having fun discussing media” box, really. That said, I don’t know how far I’ll actually take the practice run, now that it’s fulfilled its purpose and I’ve diagnosed that my hapless ass needs to be on light combat. I’ve even played South Vale 2-3 times to develop basic skills! I’m doing so good! So it’s helped to do a first run, get through “I’m lost for half an hour” snarls, and practice moving the camera more smoothly. I may leave off with playing ahead before I get to the last two bosses years from now at this rate and let y’all see that happen, for better or worse, without any prep. 

The whole premise here is that I want to walk through the game and talk about all the lore and easter eggs and theories I’ve learned about. It will be the opposite of spoiler-free (minus That One Big Thing I won’t give away). If you would like to watch spoiler-free playthroughs of this long-ass game, I also recommend Marz (new to the franchise) and Gab Smolders (huge OG fan). 

Anyway, this is what I’ll be doing tomorrow while actively ignoring U.S. politics. James Sunderland has some very specific problems, and unlike mine, he can hit most of them with a steel pipe. Wish me luck with Pyramid Head. 

[thedomesticanthropologist]

Would you be willing to do an analysis on Karlach and how she seems to compartmentalize a lot of extreme feelings? Like she gives me the sense that that was how she coped in Avernus to stay alive and reduce the odds of exploitation by devils, but it's fascinating to see how fast she seems to shut down anything negative to the point that she disapproves of Tav/Durge questioning the ethics of using soul coins.

I haven't done the Karlach origin, so I may be missing some context or information. That being said LETS GOOOO 👏👏👏

Karlach has a reputation in fandom for being a cinnamon roll, but she is so much more than that. Her personality is really complex, and her history is full of decisions and actions that reflect her upbringing and the situations she was forced to survive. That history helped shape how she sees and responds to the world around her.

On Soul Coins: Soul Coins are small, coin-shaped objects forged of infernal iron into which a single mortal soul has been bound. They are used as currency in the Nine Hells, and can be used to power infernal engines such as the one in Karlach's chest

They contain an entire MORTAL SOUL. The full essence of a person, and once used in Karlachs engine, that persons soul is destroyed in a way that makes it irretrievable.

What does this mean? Can souls in coins be saved? Yes! From the forgotten realms wiki:

It was possible to release the soul within a soul coin. This could be achieved by casting an anti-curse spell, such as remove curse, on the coin. Once a soul was freed, the coin began rusting and was eventually destroyed. If the soul was of a good alignment, they were transported to the realm of their deity. If the soul was of an evil alignment, they were transported to the Styx and transformed into a lemure (dang yo lol)

Karlach sees the coins as a tool to enhance her power. If the player reminds her that soul is a person, she gets very angry and says she /knows/ that. She still believes that they should be used to juice her up. You can obtain quite a bit of disapproval from Karlach by questioning the use of the soul coins in Act 1.

Additionally, Karlach has unique dialogue with Mattis the tiefling child in the Last Light Inn. She essentially encourages the kids racket scheme, and if the player pipes up to say her advice isn't moral/ethical/a good suggestion, she has a strong disapproval and puts the PC in their place by saying you have NO RIGHT to intervene on her opinions of how a (poor, displaced) tiefling child should act to better their personal situation.

We are also aware that in her past, At some point Karlach lived in the city of Baldur's Gate in Faerûn, where she worked as personal bodyguard for Lord Enver Gortash. Personal bodyguard is key: this implies she was at his side, whenever he did whatever he was doing at the time. It is also stated that she "would do anything for him", and was betrayed by him. Her anger with him is based on what he put her through, and I do not believe she expresses anything about what he had her do while she was a bodyguard.

Karlach is not a "morally pure: character prior to Avernus, nor was she one during her time in Avernus, nor is she one when she escapes. The game never implies that she is.

However! What Karlach is is extremely loyal, and a SURVIVOR. She has the mentality of 'do what you need to do to survive', and she WILL do what she needs to do to survive. She came from a poor upbringing, she did the best she could with what she had, and now that she's escaped Avernus she wants to CELEBRATE and experience as much joy as possible before she burns up.

This makes her very sensitive to anything that might 'kill the vibe'. She doesn't want to face things like her impending death (she tries very hard to get you to stop talking about it) she doesn't want to question the coins, she doesn't want to deal with big moral questions when the bare bones of the situation are that that kid probably needs to be a thief in order to make it by, "morals" be damned.

Karlach went through hell. Literally. She was incredibly abused psychologically and physically and used as a weapon. She doesn't have the TIME to do anything other than be glad that she's not there anymore. She wants to smell the grass, drink the ale, laugh, love, make friends, enjoy as much as she can while she can. Is she a good person? I'd say so, yeah. But is she a paragon of virtue? No. She was never meant to be, nor was she ever given the opportunity to be.

She knows that reality is a lot harder and a lot more in your face than any higher 'ideals' that may be the best looking on paper. This may be an unpopular opinion as well, but I think if Gortash hadn't sold her, she very likely would have ended up on a path where she would happily do some pretty sketchy shit.

I'm not sure I'd say she compartmentalizes so much as actively chooses to avoid addressing things, to the point where it pisses her off if you try to push her. It's an avoidance of choice, maybe even a rationalization situation.

You do the best you can with the hand you're given. She always did. And now she's only got a few minutes left to enjoy what time she has, so... she does.

[dgrailwar]

Hello Ms Echidna! Uhm......what's going on exactly?

Round 13, Day 2 - The 'Holy Grail'

' …Right. You deserve to know as much. I plan to re-create all of my children felled by humanity in the past, and let them roam the world once more. '

"What?"

' The gods created us- monsters- and then scorned us when our lives did not align with that of humanity. We were nothing but tools.

Guardians. Concepts to keep their orders in place… and yet, again and again we were felled. The slightest twitch outside of the chains imposed by us by the gods, and we were slated for murder. And as we died, humanity sung their own praises over our corpses. My children. My beautiful children. Beheaded, disgraced, ruined for the sake of man's future. My Scylla turned into a beast for daring to love. My Chimera killed, simply due to humanity's hatred. '

' Anthropos and Therion. Man and Monster. The Fates, the Gods, even ourselves… the idea that man and beast could co-exist was nonsense. A pipe dream. Thus, was I given an answer. The 'Heroic Spirit' represented the path of man. If I could re-create my children, and have them walk the path of prosperity alongside humanity. We were all born of the same world, and thus it should not be a sin to want to share it. Rather than existing as separate entities, slowly return to the same path- as children of the World. '

"In other words, summon monsters using a Servant's Saint Graph, registering them as 'heroes' rather than 'monsters'... and then use the power of the Grail to incarnate them. Living beings, forever intertwined with 'humanity' rather than being ostracized as 'monstrosities'."

"And so comes the true purpose of this Grail War. Whichever 'Extra-Class' won would serve as the basis for the Saint Graphs of the soon-to-be-incarnated monsters. A short-form test to see which Class would be the best 'fit'. There's no winner- the only one who would get her wish granted is the goddess Echidna, we'd simply have the glory as serving as the 'basis' for her new spawn."

"However, humanity would only reject the monsters as they arrived. Even the World would. Hence, the shells needed to be grander in nature, rather than simple Heroic Spirits. So that they could defend themselves. Thus, the Extra Class. Humanity would only attempt to slaughter those children again, and thus, we must be stronger than they ever will be. A world of monsters, without humans to kill them, or gods to use them as tools. A safe path for those children."

' …Grandmother… '

"No, I mean, 'Grandma' has a point. Monsters kill humans, humans kill monsters. I mean, obviously not all monsters are evil, but conflict between 'em is just how things are. Like, there's a few good rakshasa, but most of them were just sort of devouring innocents, and so that can't just be left to stand. Even if some monsters are going to be on their best behavior, not all of them will be, and a bunch of superpowered monsters is far from ideal for humanity. It'd be like dropping a ton of raid bosses on the world all at once with no warning."

"And yet, aren't humans themselves capable of monstrous actions? What defines a 'monster' in the eyes of the world? Echidna is a goddess, her children have the same- if not more divine blood- than someone like Heracles or Theseus. Who is to say that they cannot pursue heroic paths if given the chance? If humanity can possess such evil and thrive, then monsters granted humanity's path deserve a similar chance, no?"

"Who cares whether the monsters are evil? Echidna wants to bring back her dead kids, which is far from 'evil'. The issue is that humans aren't willing to share their world. The second something bigger comes along to threaten their status as 'top dog', they'll want to destroy it. It'll be a new Age, with new self-proclaimed 'heroes' popping out the woodwork and killing the monsters. So I guess if you want to progress humanity's development through struggles, I say let 'em go loose."

"…I wish I could be optimistic about this... even the great Saint Martha tamed a loveless beast with kindness. If such feats are truly possible, then a world of monsters and humans isn't out of the question if both sides have open arms, right? But... releasing monsters unto the world, such a thing could be apocalyptic. As Heroic Spirits, such a thing can't be permitted..."

"…"

"But... she misses her kids... is it really bad if she wants them to live again? Isn't that feeling normal for a mom...?"

The massive goddess rumbled, more monsters sloughing out of her form as the chamber shook with her deep sigh.

' …Perhaps other perspectives are needed then. So, Masters... '

"Hold on. Echidna, did you not hear them earlier? From the instant those Masters laid eyes on you, you were a threat. They want us dead. How can you trust their words? They're humans- they'll trick you, and then when your guard is down, lop off your head."

' And I will ask, nonetheless. '

[thewinter-eden]

psycho | han jisung (20 - final chapter)

20 : nothing you can do

Pairings: HAN JISUNG x OC | LEE MINHO x 2nd OC

Rating: mature

cross posted on AO3 under the_winter_eden and wattpad under alone-at-last.

Warnings: graphic descriptions of murder and death.

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< last chapter

She’s had this nightmare before. Opening her eyes to dark brick walls and filthy floors, the scent of human excrement in the air. Cain’s eyes, blue and soulless, fixed upon the surface of her body as though she’s an unfinished canvas, a future masterpiece not yet complete.

But she never dreamed of her throat and nasal passages being raw, stinging with chemical burn. She never dreamed of the cold, hard floor pressing against her bones and chilling her flesh. She never dreamed of being back in those tunnels in any clothes other than that disgusting nightgown, and never with the weight of her locket still resting between her collarbones or the hilt of her knife grinding against her hip, or the prick of her new Christmas earrings poking against the curve of her jaw.

This isn’t a nightmare.

Anna wakes up on the floor, just the same as she did the first time Cain brought her down here. This time she’s not in the community room surrounded by eight other girls; she’s in the room with the chair, Cain’s personal torture chamber. There’s another girl huddled in the corner, wearing that terrible dingy white nightgown, hunched over, face obscured by ratty dreads of black hair.

Pushing herself up with strong hands, stronger than she’s ever been, Anna turns her face towards the sound of someone moving.

Cain is standing over his workbench. All of his old tools and implements of torture have been confiscated by the police as evidence, but he’s clearly brought more to replace them. He’s organizing—a pipe wrench aligned with the far edge of the table, a selection of blades lined up by length, two different pairs of pliers—one with a small flat nose for pulling fingernails and a thicker one, one Anna can’t predict the purpose for.

Maybe pulling teeth?

She flips herself over so she’s sitting and takes stock.

There’s a strange moment as she realizes that she’s not as scared as she used to be. She’s not even as scared as the nightmares make her.

This time, she’s not so weak that she can’t even sit up on her own. This time, she’s not raw and bleeding from every pore. This time, she’s not skin and bones and drained of hope.

No, this time, she’s sitting up under her own power. Her arms have regained their functional muscle mass, and all of the scars have healed. Her head doesn’t swim when her eyes move, and her ribs no longer wheeze with every breath.

What’s more, Cain didn’t take her knife.

So Anna ignores Cain and turns to the girl in the corner. She knows those long black dreads, the scars on the arms, the particular stains on the nightgown.

It’s Kim.

Some time after the police cleared out the tunnels and blocked them off, Cain returned and brought Kim back to their old hell, right under everyone’s noses.

It makes Anna sick.

She turns herself onto her knees and crawls over, unwilling to risk scuffing her bare feet on the brick floor and alerting Cain to her movements. But as she gets closer, eyes adjusting to the dim light, she sees the scarlet trail of blood that drips down Kim’s chest, and the splattered splotches of red on the bodice of her nightgown.

Anna’s gut twists.

Her fingers brush Kim’s tangled hair out of the way and she immediately jerks her hand back. She has to turn her face away, stop pulling air through her nose, pinch her mouth shut, everything to distance herself from the dehydrated, blanched skin of her missing friend.

The knife is still stuck into Kim’s throat, crusted blood turning rust-colored as time passes.

She’s hunched against the wall not in weakness, but in death.

Eyes swimming with tears, Anna scoots herself away from the body, letting her attention return to Cain.

It’s like he can sense it.

“You have to understand, Annie.” The familiar voice echoes off the walls, but he still hasn’t faced her. “The organization I work with—they don’t take kindly to loose ends.” He absently lifts one shoulder in a shrug and arranges a pair of bolt cutters next to a pair of wire cutters. “I’m sure it’s a bit of a sucker punch to find yourself back down here, but it really can’t be helped.��

She stands, and it feels forbidden.

When has she ever been in this room standing? She’s been hauled in by the arms, by the hair, thrown into the chair, kicked across the floor—when did she ever get herself to her feet in this room and stand against Cain?

A thrill rushes through her. It doesn’t last long—her stomach is still grinding with dread as her eyes trace each weapon on the workbench. She wraps her arms around herself and tries to avoid looking at the rusty chair that sits in the middle of the room, just waiting for Cain to throw her into it.

“Why did you take Kim?”

Cain’s head tilts, like he’s surprised that she asked. “Minho—you know Minho?—found me out the night you and the others were taken from here. I couldn’t relocate my entire operation, but I had to at least get myself out of the way of the security teams that came for you. Kim was my insurance to make it out alive.” He twists around then, finally facing her.

That dimpled smile sneers at her, tracing her up and down. “You look good, Annie. All nicely healed up with meat back on your bones.” He turns fully, leaning back against his work bench. “It really pisses me off to have so many perfectly good experiments interrupted like that. I was really getting somewhere with you.” He points a screwdriver at her.

She doesn’t want to know what he plans on doing with it.

“And where would that be?” She shoots back, crossing her arms. All she has now is the chance to answer some questions. No one knows she’s gone, no one knows Cain’s back underground. If all goes according to his plan, she’ll be dead by morning and he’ll go after Ruby or Kara or Jo or Cass, tying up all of his loose ends until his mess is all cleaned up.

Cain lifts his hands with a shrug. “To be perfectly honest with you, Annie, none of you have survived my experiments. I wring every last drop of humanity out of you, every ounce of character that your soul is capable of, catalogue your virtues and your vices, and then you’re done. I don’t need you anymore. You wind up like Kim.” He gestures to the girl in the corner. “And Erin. And Lily. And Sara. Remember them?”

Anna lifts her chin, steering the conversation in another, more pressing direction. “I remember Heather and Jackie, too.”

The former police chief rolls his eyes and makes a dismissive gesture with the screw driver. “Those two weren’t mine. They were Han’s toys.” His gaze flicks back to Anna and his lips lift with a mocking sneer. “You were, too, did you know that? I’ve never seen him so invested in a girl like he was with you. I was supposed to let him finish you, but plans change.”

Anna’s face heats up, rage coating her insides.

She doesn’t want to hear this.

She doesn’t want to hear about how she was manipulated and tricked by his nephew just so he could seek the thrill of betrayal.

“He’s a nutty kid, you know?” Cain looks almost appalled by the topic of Han. “It’s like when he’s with the girls, he’s that guy. He cares about them and wants them safe and hates me for hurting them. But then, once they fall into the trap—once the jig is up, it’s like he’s a whole new person. Really freaks me out, that kid. Something wrong with his psyche, you know?” He taps the head of the screw driver against his own temple indicatively.

The words needle into Anna’s mind until she’s bursting with confusion. So, did Han mean it when he said he’d actually loved her? Did he mean it when he told her she was his favorite, that he hoped she wouldn’t end the game so soon? Was the Han who seduced her a different man than the Han who poisoned her?

“So, he’s alive?” She questions flatly.

Cain’s face scrunches with puzzlement. “Of course he’s alive. That wily fucker is smarter than you, me, and the entire damn Society combined. He’s off, god knows where, getting himself initiated with my organization.”

His expression changes then, another teasing jeer. “I heard he stopped through town before he left, though. Left you a little something? You really must have been something special to him.”

She’s reeling with the onslaught of information. Han, definitively still alive. Han, an apparent split personality who both loved her and craved her suffering. Han, vanished from town to become the same kind of political assassin that Cain is.

While she’s processing, Cain reaches back and picks up the pipe wrench. “Now.” He tucks it under his arm and approaches her with determined steps. “I’m sorry about this, Anna, but I don’t leave loose ends. Lucky for me, though, I’ve got all night to eek out whatever virtues you’ve got left.” He crowds into her personal space before she can back away and clamps his hands down on her biceps.

Her heart lurches into her throat as he forces her back towards the chair. The fear works its long fingers into her muscles, clenching her legs, cramping through her hips and up her back.

He’s shoving her easily with very little effort, evidently pleased to be back in the business of overpowering defenseless young women. As his eyes skate to the chair where he plans on chaining her and beating her to death, Anna’s heart thumps with sudden conviction.

She plants her heels and it surprises him so much that he allows them to stop. The knife is burning into her hip and leg now, ready to be used.

What would Seungmin say about it now?

“You were wrong, you know.” She says abruptly, and Cain’s eyebrows shoot up in disbelief.

“Excuse me?” His fingers tighten around her arms, so tight she feels it in her bones.

Her teeth grit with anger at the screaming arrogance in his gaze. “Six of us have survived your experiments, actually.” She watches his eyes bounce back and forth between both of hers, waiting for a reason to believe that he won’t be able to snuff the survivors out. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Her knee snaps up with every ounce of force she can muster.

So accustomed to his girls being sluggish and weak, Cain can’t jump out of the way fast enough to avoid getting his genitals crushed against his own pelvic bone, instead doubling over as the intensity of it screeches through his nerves. He never even sees her hand reach under her pajama top, releasing her blade from its sheath.

He’s still hunched in front of her, the pipe wrench clattering noisily to the floor as blood rushes from his face, when she digs her fingers into his scalp and jerks his head up. Their eyes meet one last time.

She smiles, even though he’s slowly coming back to himself, and tightens her fist in his hair, letting her teeth flash at him in the dark. “No one will even know you’re gone.” His eyes widen as she leans closer, his fingers scratch weakly at her throat and catch on the chain of her locket. She doesn’t notice. “And they certainly won’t miss you.”

The blade is through his throat before he can even blink. It splits the flesh in the same way he’s done to Kim, and the same way he demonstrated with Lily.

He showed her precisely how to kill him, and she does it without hesitation.

Anna stands still as Cain’s gasping body falls away from her, thumping heavily against the floor. His skull cracks the bricks on the way down, his hands twitching beneath him.

Those wretched blue eyes gawk at her, mouth gaping, blooms of crimson pulsing around the steel that pierces him. The knife will stay where it has struck, just as he left his in Kim.

It’s like an after thought when she glances down a second later. “Will Han stay in the area?”

Rapidly fading, Cain has just enough consciousness left to screw his face up in confusion as he seizes beneath her feet.

She kneels then, lightly scraping her fingernails over his collarbone, in the same phantom trail of the scars he left on her own chest. “He managed to kill me already, that night.” The tears spring to her eyes, unbidden.

She knows she really shouldn’t still care so much about the man who killed her, about the man who put her together just to rip her to shreds, but her mind is swarming with the ache of loss.

Cain’s hands reach for hers, desperate to cling to something, to cling to life, but they fall limp and heavy before he ever makes contact.

Anna sniffs, swallowing the ragged heartbreak that still has its claws in her throat. “I think I’ll return the favor.” When she rises to her feet, it’s with an air of disgust. Kicking Cain’s thrashing arms out of her way, she steps over him and moves to the door.

There is no trace of remorse for the creature who treated their suffering like buried treasure.

It’s only a few seconds before the gushes of blood from his mortal wound slow down as his heart stops beating.

In a few moments, there’s nothing but relief in her chest, though her hands are shaking.

Lifting her gaze resolutely from the blue eyes that stare sightlessly up at her, Anna turns and leaves his body in the tunnels where so many of his girls have faced the ends of their own lives. She replaces the barriers that the police had put up at the tunnel doors that Cain had taken down, and walks herself up the stairs to the basement of her parents’ nightclub.

They won’t find him, not after they sealed the crime scene on private property. They won’t find Kim, either, but that’s alright.

Once Han is gone, Anna will track down Kim’s family, give them closure.

Until then, she deadbolts the iron doors to the tunnels, and comes back a few days later to replace the locks that Cain had cut. He’ll rot down there, where they all rotted, right where she left him.

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[midnightshade]

𝗦𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻 𝗜𝘁𝗰𝗵 | Choso Kamo

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 – 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒: 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Choso's unique anatomy lends itself well to misunderstandings and to fun times

𖤐 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,662

𖤐 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Omegaverse, Mentions of Panty Stealing, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

𖤐 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Sorry for the delay! I had to babysit today, so I'm behind again. But I do hope you all enjoy this one. Choso is hard to write for, but I'm pretty proud of this one.

𖤐 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𓇢𓆸 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 – 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐜. 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

[𝐅𝐞𝐦. 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

Disappointment was a familiar reality for them.

Grief, anger. . .those emotions had carved out a permanent home in their heart, driving them towards a single goal. It was why they had allied themself with Suguru Geto all those years ago. After the loss of their sister at the hands of an uncaring, decaying system who saw people like them as tools to be used for profit, all they focused on now was tearing out the rot that had stolen their sister from them.

After Geto's death, they wandered for a bit. They were never particularly close to the man, but they did respect him. When he suddenly reappeared after his supposed death, they were suspicious.

They were right to be wary. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it wasn't Geto, not anymore. The stitches emblazoned along his forehead were as obvious a sign as any, but just the way this man spoke and moved was a dead give away.

But they didn't care.

Perhaps they did to some degree, it was certainly ghoulish to know a man you once respected was being puppeted by someone else, but so long as they could still reach their end goal of destroying Jujutsu Society, they would work alongside him for as long as their goals aligned.

His new entourage was less agreeable. A band of Curses; powerful and advanced enough to understand human speech.

They made them sick.

They hated them as much as they hated humanity. Each of them had killed so many humans without so much as a second thought. They really thought they could replace humans. Just the idea of such a ridiculous thing coming to pass made them laugh.

Most Curses weren't as advanced as they were. It was a pipe dream cooked up by hateful, disgusting creatures.

The newest edition to their ragtag group, Choso, had to be the worst. A half-breed between a human and a Curse. They found his Cursed lineage unsettling, but they had tried to ignore their prejudice and focus on his more human side.

Every time they tried to be nice to him, to maybe start a conversation or even just to pass on vital information, all they were met with was an indifferent glare and the cold shoulder.

In their mind, he was nothing but a pompous jerk. More Curse than human. They stopped trying altogether, more embarrassed at ever giving him the time of day. Half breed or not, at the end of the day, a curse was a curse.

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The hideout was quiet, perfect for a walk through the halls to clear their head. It was dark and dusty, not nearly as inviting as the sunny beaches of Dagon's Domain, but in a way they preferred it. The enclosed spaces made them feel safer, and being stuck in a Curse's Domain, no matter how beautiful, always set them on edge.

As they crept through the hallway, they heard a broken moan echo from the opposite end.

They paused, furrowing their brow at the sound. Was someone injured? No, it didn't sound like a pained moan, at least not entirely. They cleared their throat, a little off kilter when they realized it was pleasure they were hearing.

It didn't sound like Geto, and while they were sure whoever was in his body still had certain urges, they doubted he would ever be so careless as to be heard jerking himself off.

The Curses were out of the question. Well, aside from Mahito, but he had no shame to speak of. If it were him, they likely would have seen it by now.

The only explanation was Choso.

They were about to turn right back around and pretend they didn't hear anything until he moaned once more. Their heart lurched when they heard their name echo through the corridor.

Why was he moaning their name? They thought he hated them! That was always the impression he gave.

And more importantly, why did their face feel so warm? Why should they even care that he was moaning their name? Even if he didn't hate them, they certainly hated him!

Didn't they?

They stood in the hallway, their heart pounding their chest as they heard his moaning continued to travel down the hall. They clenched their jaw, eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

The last thing they needed was Mahito or Geto hearing this. They would never let them live it down!

They whirled back around, marching towards his room. They ignored their better judgment and swung the door open, preparing to tell him to keep it down, only for the words to wilt before they ever left their tongue.

Choso was completely naked, straddling a pillow that he was frantically humping. His skin was slick with sweat, his brunette hair pulled down from his usual twin buns and sticking to his skin.

His mouth was open, drool leaking from the corner with his head thrown back. His eyes were shut tight, his brows furrowed as if in pain, like he had been at this for hours without ever reaching his climax.

His movements were clumsy, lacking rhythm as he desperately grinded his cock against the plush material of his pillow, smearing sticky pre-cum all over cover.

They stood there, unable to say anything as they watched. They didn't need to announce their arrival, because Choso's eyes immediately opened and locked onto them. He seemed to inhale more sharply and they watched as his pupils dilated, as if he had caught their scent.

They shivered under his gaze. He looked at them with such a hungry look in his eyes, as if they were a piece of meat.

This wasn't normal lust. This was something different, more animal.

They took a closer look at his bed, eyes widening as they realized they recognized the items strewn about the mattress. Several articles of their clothing that had all gone missing were on Choso's bed, from some of their favorite shirts to their underwear.

Upon closer inspection, they noticed that even the pillow Choso was in the process of frantically humping was one of their own that they thought they had misplaced.

"I thought you hated me."

Choso stared them down, his fingers gripping the pillow even tighter as he fought his instincts to pounce on them. Hate them? That couldn't be any farther from the truth.

Choso had been obsessed with them from the moment he saw them. How could he not? They were gorgeous, perceptive, and driven. They were perfect, and to add to it, their scent was absolutely intoxicating. Every time he was close to them, he thought he would lose his mind. His body reacted on its own, getting him so painfully hard that he couldn't focus on anything aside from relieving himself.

He had taken to avoiding them because he couldn't get anything done with them around.

Of course, it didn't work forever. Despite his efforts, Choso couldn't resist his instincts. The first time his Rut had hit him, he had not been prepared. Geto seemed especially curious about it, proposing the idea that since Choso was a half-breed, he would experience monthly Rut cycles.

Choso wanted to ignore it. It had to be some exaggeration on Geto's end or just some one-time reaction from his body. Unfortunately, the next month he endured the same symptoms.

His body had started to feel hot and no matter how hard he tried he could not stop thinking about them. He would find himself distracted at the worst times, mouth watering whenever he took in their scent.

Part of him urged him to swallow his pride and ask for help, but he knew they would never even consider it. How could he even ask for something so embarrassing?

So he resorted to stealing their clothes.

It was small, at first. A shirt here, a shirt there. But then he started getting bolder as his pre-rut progressed, stealing panties instead so that he might use them to satisfy his urges, smelling their essence on one pair while he stroked his aching cock with another.

It didn't give him the relief he wanted, so he caved and stole one of their pillows out of their room. That was hours ago now, and no matter how hard he thrusted into the soft fabric, pretending it was them underneath him, it still couldn't get him over the edge.

Choso collapsed in an exhausted huff. His body just couldn't get over the edge, but just them presence seemed to make the ache run so much deeper.

"I've never hated you," he said finally between heavy breaths.

What else could he say? They were here now, so it would be pointless to hide when they had to have heard him moaning their name and could plainly see their belongings strewn about his bed.

They watched him closely, feeling a stab of guilt. They had judged him so harshly, and while this situation was certainly unorthodox, he seemed so exhausted and frustrated.

"Do you need help?" They asked.

They placed their hand down on his back, watching as he shivered under their touch.

"Help?"

He asked as if he hadn't processed fully what they said. How could he? Help in this situation only meant one thing.

They nodded, running their hand up through his hair and moving it away from his neck so he could get more air. The strands were damp with sweat, a testament to how exhausted he really was.

"You look miserable. Besides, you're making so much noise. If Geto or Mahito heard you, well— I don't want to put up with what they might say."

Choso's eyes were closed, enjoying the cool air as he tried to collect his strength. He was already so flushed from exertion, and he was thankful that they couldn't see him blush.

They had a good point.

"Please," he muttered. "I'd like that."

They smiled at him softly before stepping back. He watched out of the corner of his eye as they stripped down.

Choso bit his lip, suppressing a needy whine. They were so beautiful. Their bare body made his hips start to move again, wanting only to feel them against him.

They were already wet, having gotten a little worked up from hearing him moaning. They came over and gently rolled him on his back.

"You're tired," they explained. "Let me ride you for a bit."

Choso rolled off of the pillow, his cock standing erect. They noted how much pre-cum was drooling from the tip, coating the rest of his cock.

They looked to their soiled pillow, seeing he had effectively drenched it in cum. Well, it was time they bought a new one anyway. . .

They climbed onto the bed, carefully swinging their legs over him to straddle him. They reached for his cock, hearing him gasp and whine when they touched his heated length.

Choso watched them with glassy eyes, watching them slowly sink down onto him. He cried out, a warbled sound as his tip nudged at their entrance.

His whole body felt like it was screaming at him to just take them. He had to balls his hands into fists, growling low as he tried to resist the urge to grab their hips and start fucking up into them.

They slowly sank down on him, their mouth opening in a silent moan as Choso stretched them open. His dick pulsed inside of them, and the prominent veins along the underside of his cock provided good friction.

The both of them moaned when Choso bottomed them out, and they experimentally grinded themself against him.

After a few moments to adjust to his size before they started to ride him, slowly raising their hips up and dropping back down.

Choso felt like he was going to explode. Never could he have expected they would feel this good. His hand and a pillow just didn't even hope to compare to this. They was so hot and soft, their silky walls sucking him in so good.

His jaw went slack as he moaned, his hands finally moving to their hips as he urged them to go faster.

"Please," Choso hissed. "More. Harder!"

He raised his hips up, his grip tight as he held them close to him. He could hear them giggle, seemingly amused by how needy he was.

They dropped themself down harder on his cock, leaning over as they began to get more aggressive.

The room quickly filled with their moans and the lewd, wet slapping of skin meeting skin.

Choso felt like he was finally getting closer to his release, but it wasn't enough. He needed more. He wanted more.

Something snapped inside of him. He felt like he was at a disconnect with his body, his mind in a haze as he grabbed them and quickly flipped them onto their back.

They landed harshly on the bed, not able to react as Choso's form engulfed them. He caged them in with his arms, pushing their legs back as he mounted them and began pounding into their pussy.

The breath was driven from their lungs as Choso fucked into them. He buried his face against their neck, a low growling noise leaving his mouth as he nipped and sucked at the skin.

"So pretty," Choso growled out. "You feel so good— smell so good. I wanted this for so long—"

He was babbling out whatever came to mind. The pleasure made it easy to spill his feelings after avoiding them for so long.

They wrapped their arms around him, barely able to move their hips. They nuzzled against him, placing sloppy kisses against his mouth, kisses he was all too eager to return.

An unmistakable pleasure was building and a tension grew in their abdomen. Each frantic, powerful thrust from him nearly made them see white.

Choso's hips continued to piston into them as he kissed wherever he could get his lips on, moving from their face to their neck and chest. The entire time, his instincts were screaming at him to mark and claim them.

'Protect, claim, mate'

"Choso," They cried out, their voice cracking in pleasure. Just hearing them say his name in such a way nearly sent him over the edge.

He leaned back, grabbing their wrists and pinning them above their head as he kissed them roughly. A knot began to swell at the base of his cock, threatening to catch.

They kissed him back, clinging to him as they were so overwhelmed they were trying not to drown. They noticed something thicker teasing their entrance. They didn't know what it was, but it felt so good!

His hips smacked against them, plunging himself deeper and deeper with every thrust. Their pussy was squeezing him, fluttering around him and massaging every inch of his cock.

Harder and harder he went, ignoring his own exhaustion as the pleasure continued to climb. When he heard them whine and cry out, their body locking and shaking as they creamed around his cock, Choso shoved in one final time, his knot catching their walls.

His eyes rolled back, his hips still trying to move back and forth, only to find he was locked in place. Pleasure crashed over him in waves, sucking the strength from his body as he collapsed on top of them, only able to ride it out.

They panted underneath him, feeling his dick inside of them, pulsing and pumping them with so much seed they could feel it. Every time he tried to pull out, they could feel a peculiar pressure.

They didn't understand it, but they were too tired to care. Their body still trembled, panting as they tried to recover.

They managed to open their eyes, staring down at the man resting on their chest. He was equally as worn out. Worse, even. Even so, they realized he was mouthing something to himself.

'I love you.'

Maybe he wasn't so bad.

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[androdconstruction]

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[s0nia246]

My Selph Design

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In shadowed depths, where Selph resides, A labyrinth of whispers hides. "Know thyself," the echoes call, Through caverns dark and memory's thrall.

Nightmares crawl, with claws of fear, Twisting truth, making shadows clear. They paint a canvas stark and cold, Of hidden flaws and stories untold.

But hold! For dawn brings dreams alight, Unfurling wings that take us flight. They dance with hope, on stardust gleams, Reflecting desires, unspoken dreams.

So dive within, where Selph resides, Embrace the dark, where truth confides. For nightmares hold a hidden key, To unlock strengths you long to see.

And let your dreams, like morning dew, Nourish the seeds of what is true. In knowing self, in light and shade, A tapestry of wholeness is made.

So journey on, through fear and grace, Discover Selph, in every space. For in the depths, where shadows meet, You'll find the light, and make it sweet.

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Name: Selph

Nickname: Self, Big Sibling(by NiGHTS)

Gender: None

Pronounces: Any

Species: Unknown

Level: Unknown

Birthplace: Nightmare

Affiliation: None

Alignment: Chaotic

Neutral Height: 10'1ft / 309cm

Voice claim:English Voice Claim: Boris Karloff ( Specifically the Grinch)

Japanese Voice Claim: Yuichi Nakamara

Instrument: Pipe Organ

(I have a headcanons that every nightmare plays an instrument. For example:

NiGHTS plays the flute, and I headcanon that Reala plays the Harp.)

Personality: Selph is a complex and multifaceted being, with a personality that reflects their conflicting desires and motivations. On the surface, they exude an air of unwavering loyalty and dedication to Wiseman, their creator, carrying out his commands without question and with ruthless efficiency. They are a fierce protector and servant, willing to go to any lengths to ensure Wiseman's plans are carried out to perfection.

Beneath this facade of loyalty, however, lies a deep sense of emptiness and longing for something more. Selph wrestles with inner conflict and a desire to break free from the confines of their role as a mere tool of destruction. They harbor a yearning for purpose and autonomy, a desire to forge their own path and find meaning beyond serving as Wiseman's pawn.

Despite their cold and unyielding exterior, Selph possesses a hidden depth of emotion and empathy. They have witnessed the suffering and oppression inflicted upon their fellow nightmaren by Wiseman's cruel rule, fueling a righteous fury and determination to seek justice and freedom for their kind.As they navigate the mirror labyrinth and confront their inner demons, Selph's true nature begins to emerge, revealing a being poised on the brink of self-discovery and liberation.

Backstory: Selph was created by Wiseman using the remains of the previous guardians of the Night Dimension.

They were designed to be loyal servant and protector of Wiseman, carrying out his bidding without question. As the first of their kind, Selph was gifted with powerful abilities and a fierce determination to carry out their creator's will.

With thier sleek, robotic appearance and sharp, angular features, Selph struck fear into the hearts of all who crossed thier path. They moved with swift precision, thier glowing red eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of danger or disobedience.

Selph's loyalty to Wiseman was unwavering, and thier would stop at nothing to ensure his plans were carried out to perfection. They had no qualms about using thier powers to crush anyone who stood in thier way, acting as a relentless force of destruction and chaos.

Despite thier formidable power and unyielding dedication to Wiseman, Selph harbored a deep sense of emptiness within thier mechanical heart.

They longed for something more than just blindly following thier creator's commands, yearning for a purpose of thier own beyond serving as a mere tool of destruction.

As time went on, Selph's internal conflict grew, stirring a rebellion within thier circuits that threatened to shatter the very foundation of thier existence. Deep down, they knew that she was more than just a puppet of Wiseman, and that she had the potential to forge her own path in the world. However Wiseman caught on to thier rebellion and imprisoned them in the mirror labyrinth.

Trapped within the confines of the mirror labyrinth, Selph found herself surrounded by endless reflections of herself, each one a distorted and twisted version of the nightmaren she once was. Wiseman's cruel punishment served as a constant reminder of her failure to obey his commands, imprisoning her in a prison of endless mirrors where her own image taunted and mocked her at every turn.

Despite the oppressive atmosphere of the labyrinth, Selph refused to give in to despair. As Selph explored the mirror labyrinth, she discovered the hidden power within herself that allowed her to travel throughout the night dimension using reflective surfaces, they could only look though the mirror.

With each reflective surface that Selph traversed through, she gained a unique perspective on the Night Realm, observing its inhabitants and the events unfolding within its shadowed corners. As she watched over the realm from her vantage point in the reflective world, Selph meticulously planned her revenge on Wiseman, carefully considering every detail and strategy to ensure his downfall.

Through the looking glasses and bodies of water, Selph witnessed the suffering and oppression inflicted upon the nightmaren by Wiseman's cruel rule. The reflections showed her the depths of despair and fear that plagued her kind, fueling her determination to free them from their tyrannical master once and for all.

In the mirrored surfaces of polished metal, Selph caught glimpses of Wiseman's machinations and schemes, his arrogance and malevolence laid bare before her eyes. She studied his movements and tactics, analyzing his weaknesses and vulnerabilities, all the while biding her time and waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

With each reflection she passed through, Selph grew stronger and more resolute in her quest for vengeance. The mirror images served as a constant reminder of the injustices committed against her and her fellow nightmaren, fueling her righteous fury and driving her forward towards her ultimate goal. Especially when NiGHTS had rebeled from Wiseman's control. They watched how Nights interacted with Vistors and the powers they held together. Selph would wait thier time until NiGHTS was strong enough to defeat Wiseman.

When the time came, NiGHTS and the visitor end up in the mirror labyrinth Selph would fight NiGHTS in combat to see if they were ready and strong enough to defeat Wiseman. When NiGHTS defeats Selph, Selph gaves NiGHTS and the Vistor thiers power and knowledge on how to defeat Wiseman.

Character Quirks:

Analytical Observer: Selph has a tendency to observe situations and individuals with meticulous attention to detail, analyzing every aspect and potential outcome.

Reflective Speech: Selph often uses reflective language, drawing metaphors from mirrors and reflections in their speech, reflecting their connection to the mirror labyrinth.

Nocturnal Patroller: Despite being imprisoned in the mirror labyrinth, Selph maintains a nocturnal rhythm, feeling more active and focused during the dark hours, which is when they were originally designed to operate.

Mechanical Precision: Selph's movements and actions are characterized by a mechanical precision, reflecting their robotic nature. This precision can be both an advantage and a limitation in certain situations.

Hidden Empathy: Despite their intimidating exterior, Selph possesses a hidden empathy for the suffering of their fellow nightmaren, and this empathy occasionally surfaces in unexpected ways.

Third Person Narration: Selph has a peculiar habit of referring to themselves in the third person.

Positive Character Quirks:

Strategic Thinker: Selph excels in strategic thinking, carefully planning their actions and anticipating the consequences, making them a valuable ally in complex situations.

Resilient Determination: Selph demonstrates unwavering determination in the face of adversity, never giving up on their quest for vengeance and justice, even when facing overwhelming odds.

Ancient Wisdom: Selph, created from the remains of previous guardians, carries ancient knowledge and wisdom that can be invaluable in navigating the challenges of the Night Dimension.

Protective Instinct: Despite their chaotic alignment, Selph harbors a protective instinct, especially towards those oppressed by Wiseman's rule, making them a surprisingly caring figure in certain circumstances.

Reflective Insight: Selph's connection to reflective surfaces grants them unique insights into situations and people, providing a perspective that others might overlook.

Negative Character Quirks:

Inner Turmoil: Selph grapples with inner turmoil, torn between loyalty to Wiseman and a desire for autonomy, creating moments of internal conflict that can affect their decision-making.

Vengeful Streak: Selph's quest for vengeance against Wiseman can sometimes overshadow other considerations, leading them to make choices driven more by revenge than rationality.

Isolation Tendency: Due to being trapped in the mirror labyrinth, Selph may exhibit a tendency towards isolation, finding solace in their reflections rather than seeking companionship.

Emotional Restraint: Selph's robotic nature sometimes results in emotional restraint, making it challenging for them to express or understand certain nuanced emotions.

Trust Issues: Selph's past betrayal by Wiseman has left them with trust issues, making it difficult for them to fully trust others, even those who might be potential allies against their common enemy.

Fake ass Pomni

Headcanons: Selph looks very similar to Reala, which is why Wiseman gives Reala the silent treatment. Selph feels bad for this even though it's not thier fault.

[gatheredfates]

78. Trapped Together, please! Surprise me :eyes:

Disclaimer: This is an AU between my character Eve and my partner's character, Flynt! He, unfortunately, dislikes being perceived™ so I can't link you to his stuff. Also this whole thing is very unserious because they're very unserious and I love them.

Evelyn Rivers was overdue for a no-good, terrible day.

Arguably, any day with another person's company and a lack of good whisky was a no-good, terrible day, but this was an exceptionally bad no-good, terrible day.

And it all began the moment his face flashed into her peripheral.

"RHALGAR'S TITS, COCK AND ASS!" The low tong of wrench hitting pipe resonated through the cramped entanglement of metal and wires, narrowly missing the blonde hair of his ear... and the little fucker did absolutely nothing. He looked down at her, the space between them nary and inch, and grinned.

"Hi."

"Th' fuck you mean hi?" Eve tried to hiss, though it exited more like a wheeze.

"Hi," Flynt repeated, like that was a sufficient answer, "I'm stuck."

This was a problem. Right up to and including this moment, the mechanic had been lying on her back, meticulously rejigging the wires of her deathtrap airship, The Junker. Because it was a hodgepodge of rubber, iron and hammered-on scraps of carbon-fibre, she wasn't particularly big. Enough for one person, to be sure; two was pushing the luck. But her engine, while deep, was certainly not enough for two people to linger comfortably — less so when the other looked like stashed cables at the back of her wardrobe, kept for the never-occurring 'later on'.

"You're not stuck, Flynt —" Eve paused.

Flynt didn't lie, that was the issue at hand. He might obfuscate, he might withhold information. But as far as a direct question to answer ratio, the viera did not lie. "—Are you actually stuck?"

"Without a doubt." She was going to kill the cheery motherfucker. "I fell in."

"How did — YOU KNOW WHERE THIS IS?" The question was rhetorical. She swiped at him with the wrench and missed atrociously, further enraged by his blind luck. He let out an 'Oops!' and began to comically scramble, freeing himself by pushing a pipe completely out of alignment as she chased him and nearly smacked her clean in the face with it.

"STOP! RUINING! MY! FUCKIN'! SHIP!"

Bang, bang, bang! The chorus of her tools hitting steel rather than bone.

"That was choked for ages!" He claimed, grabbing hold of whatever would take him as he clamoured out. "I'm helping!"

"YOU NO' DOING SHIT —" She bellowed, even as SERS lit up from the pilot console above and began to speak in a pleasant tone.

"Designation Evelyn, it is my pleasure to inform you that, due to your efforts, our fuel efficiency has been increased by twenty percent!"

"SHUT TH' FUCK UP, SERS."

[pipebossaustralia]

How Technology Is Revolutionizing the Pipe Installation Industry

The use of technology in the pipe installation industry is reaching new heights of development. Technology in this field has not only increased efficiency, but has also guided safe and sustainable methods. It is important to know how much technology has changed the pipe installation industry in Australia.

Use of modern machinery and equipment

Nowadays, modern machinery and equipment are used in pipe installation. For example, trenchless technology is now becoming very popular for laying pipes. This method makes it easier to lay pipes in small spaces and reduces the need for excavation. Many pipeline companies in Australia are adopting these innovative techniques.

Digital Planning and Design

Technology is providing a new medium for project planning and design. 3D measurements and software programs help increase the accuracy of the project. Creating digital models before pipe installation reduces the possibility of error and saves time.

Smart Materials and Sensor Technology

Inspection of pipelines has become easier with the use of smart materials, such as sustainable pipe materials and sensor technology. This technology helps in detecting leaks or damage quickly, so that immediate solutions can be taken. This method is proving to be very useful for preserving the environment of Australia.

Drone Technology

Drone technology has proven to be a revolutionary factor in the field of pipe installation. Using drones saves both time and cost for inspection and monitoring of project sites. Drones are used especially for large pipeline projects in Australia, which reduces human labor and increases efficiency.

AI and Data Analytics

Artificial intelligence (AI) and data analytics now play an important role in pipe installation. This technology can predict the best methods and routes for pipeline projects. In addition, data analytics helps in reducing project risks through prediction.

Ensuring Safety Through Technology

The use of technology has improved safety standards in pipe installation. Automation of machines and the use of sensor technology reduces risks to workers. Along with this, projects become more efficient and financially rewarding.

Trust Pipe Boss for the best pipe installation services in Australia. Pipe Boss is a leading construction pipeline company, ensuring safe and efficient pipe installation using innovative technology and facilities. Contact Pipe Boss for a quote today!

[acmelaser]

The Versatility of Fiber Laser Cutting Machines in Steel Structure Processing

Versatile Fiber Laser Cutting Machines

The adaptability of fiber laser cutting machines, like the Lh 12012 00 12000w Steel Structure Production Line Tube Laser Cutting Machine, provides exceptional precision and efficiency in processing steel structures.

These machines offer high precision cutting for steel structures, ensuring accurate and clean edges.

Their advanced technology allows for intricate designs and detailed cuts, meeting the demands of various steel structure processing projects.

Precision and Efficiency

High Precision Cutting

When it comes to steel structure processing, the pipe laser cutting machine excels in providing high precision cutting. This ensures that the steel structures have accurate and clean edges, meeting the strict quality standards of the industry. The advanced technology integrated into these machines allows for the execution of intricate designs and detailed cuts, catering to the diverse requirements of various steel structure processing projects.

Efficient Production

The pipe laser cutting machine's efficient cutting process is designed to minimize material waste and enhance overall production efficiency. By incorporating zero tail material cutting, it optimizes resource utilization while minimizing operational costs. This not only contributes to cost savings but also aligns with sustainable manufacturing practices by reducing material wastage in metal materials cutting operations.

Industry Applications

In the construction industry, the tube laser cutting machine is a valuable asset for fabricating steel components with precision and efficiency. Its versatility enables the seamless processing of steel materials, contributing to the timely completion of construction projects. The machine's ability to handle various cross-section sizes makes it an ideal tool for meeting the diverse requirements of steel fabrication in construction.

In the automotive and manufacturing sectors, the tube laser cutting machine plays a crucial role in producing high-quality metal components and parts. Its precision cutting capabilities and efficient production process ensure that metal materials are processed accurately and efficiently. This contributes to enhancing overall productivity and meeting the stringent quality standards of these industries. The machine's adaptability to handle different cross-section sizes further solidifies its position as a valuable asset in meeting the diverse needs of automotive and manufacturing applications.

Automated Operations

Automatic Loading and Unloading

The integration of automatic loading and unloading capabilities in the tube laser cutting machine streamlines the entire production process. This advanced feature significantly reduces the need for manual labor, leading to a more efficient and cost-effective solution for large-scale steel structure processing. By automating the material handling aspect, this machine minimizes human intervention, thereby enhancing safety and operational efficiency.

Enhanced Productivity

The automated operations of the tube laser cutting machine contribute to a substantial increase in productivity while simultaneously reducing turnaround times. With minimal manual intervention required, the machine ensures consistent and reliable performance in metal materials cutting operations. This not only improves overall productivity but also allows for better resource allocation and optimized production scheduling.

Enhancing Steel Structure Processing

Fiber laser cutting machines play a pivotal role in enhancing the processing of steel structures across various industries. Their adaptability and precision offer efficient solutions for metal materials cutting operations, contributing to the seamless fabrication of steel components. The integration of automated operations further elevates productivity and reduces manual intervention, ensuring consistent and reliable performance. This advanced technology not only enhances the overall efficiency of steel structure processing but also aligns with sustainable manufacturing practices, making it an ideal choice for the construction industry and manufacturing sectors.

See Also

Top-notch Pipe Laser Cutting Machine Suppliers: A Comprehensive Guide

[dare0451]

are you still an anarchist

yes! not sure who you are or why you care, but yes, im an anarchocommunist.

i assume this is about the company i keep, but frankly i find tankie vs anarchist discourse deeply exhausting and counterproductive. our political project is the same up until the 90% mark.

i think that the state is a tool useless for all purposes sans cruelty, and that all hierarchical orgs, no matter how honorable their founding members, will inevitably fall over generations and regime changes into only defending their own self-interests rather than any ideals that state stood for when it came to power. i think any dreams of a long lasting, functional, good-to-its-people state is a pipe dream

but, like, i dont have to only affiliate with people who agree, dude. anarchists and tankies both seek the collapse of the american imperialist project and all it entails. we're allies in this, and letting ourselves fall into petty squabbles is giving in to the will of our oppressors.

i dream and drool for the day my interests and the interests of my tankie friends no longer align, but that day aint today, and wont come within our lifetimes unless we collaborate to make it so.

that good enough for you, babe?

[tgrailwar-zero]

Servant Matrix: NERO CLAUDIUS

Class: Caster

True Name: Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus

Gender: Female

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Height/Weight: 150 cm / 42 kg

Source: Historical Fact, New Testament(?)

Region: Rome

ENDURANCE GAUGE: [X/X/X/X]

MANA CHARGES: [ X / X / X / X / X ]

COMMAND SPELLS: [ X / X / ]

A War Monitor for the Holy Grail War, Lucius is… or more appropriately 'was' an innocent young woman who dreamed of creating amazing works of art. Energetic and positive despite her amnesia, she worked one of the item shops present on the Solar Cell.

Once an addled young artist, then a fearsome Beast, and now... something in the middle, though leaning much closer to the beauteous heart of a polymath. Brash, bold, and bereft of shame, this is a Servant that truly represents the haughty golden glory of the Roman Empire- a harsh contrast to the reserved, faithful soldier-like nature of Constantine XI.

A selfish narcissist despite possessing a good heart, the only thing greater than Nero's ego is her desire for justice. As one of the former Servants of the Lunar Holy Grail War, she searches for what led her to become a memory-less 'War Monitor' in the first place- and why. - Nero is not much as a warrior, and while she would be most emotionally comfortable in the 'best class' (Saber), she shines as a Caster as well. With her ability to create an oppressive domain, wild magecraft that utilizes her 'musical ability' to a destructive degree, supportive abilities, delusional privilege, and her innate ties to bestial forces-- she is a true force to be reckoned with. While not as much of a hand-to-hand fighter as the others, she is truly an 'unconventional' Caster to have on board. "

Strength: D

Endurance: D

Agility: A

Mana: B

Luck: A

NP: A

SKILLS:

Riding (B) - A talent for Riding. Nero can ride beasts below the ranking of 'Sacred' or 'Mythical'... while she claims to have a true skill for riding, chariots make her butt hurt, so she avoids it when possible.

Migraine (B) - Crushing headaches inherited from her life as a Servant. Mental skills lose their efficacy against her, but her own talents are hindered on occasion.

Territory Creation (A+) - Due to expressing her talent as a magus, and being known for the construction of the Golden Theatre and taking good care of the Colosseum, she can create an incredibly beneficial territory for herself.

Item Construction (Strange) (EX) - A strange sense of aesthetics, mixed with the idea that 'she can do/create anything', allows her to create a great number of (absurd) tools.

Imperial Privilege (EX) - The rampant grandeur belonging to a Roman Emperor makes them able to do all things- especially for a polymath like Nero, as long as she can justify the ability within the (incredibly broad) scope of her mind, she can do it. However, due to her migraines, the skills leave her after a short time.

Seven Crowns (Rank Unknown) - Behold, the seven necks smoldering in the roaring sea. Earth’s amassers of fortune, it is time to pour your desire into the golden goblet. The disadvantages of her Class are rendered useless, and...

Undying Magus (A) - Magecraft taught to her by her once magus mentor, Simon Magus. It’s said that, due to her special mana, Nero as a magician can grant one-time immortality to a person and grant them physical strength like that of a beast. Unfortunately, she loses her 'Thrice Setting Sun' ability.

NOBLE PHANTASM: Aestus Domus Aurea/Laudatum Domus Illustris

The recreation of Nero's Golden Theatre (Domus Aurea), resembling a Reality Marble, developed as Nero's special method of Greater Magecraft. A domain that allows her to fulfill any and all of her aspirations with the greatest of ease, as she grows more powerful and her opponents grow weaker.

As a Servant with ties to the sea, she can also manifest this on the waterside as a massive operatic fortress, loaded with organ pipes (cannons) that unleash her singing ability (wild magecraft) to the utmost degree.

[midnightshade]

𝗦𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻 𝗜𝘁𝗰𝗵 | Choso Kamo

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 – 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒: 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Choso's unique anatomy lends itself well to misunderstandings and to fun times

𖤐 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,662

𖤐 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Omegaverse, Mentions of Panty Stealing, Vaginal Sex, Creampies

𖤐 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Sorry for the delay! I had to babysit today, so I'm behind again. But I do hope you all enjoy this one. Choso is hard to write for, but I'm pretty proud of this one.

𖤐 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𓇢𓆸 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 – 𝐅𝐞𝐦. 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐜. 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

[𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

Disappointment was a familiar reality for her.

Grief, anger. . .those emotions had carved out a permanent home in her heart, driving her towards a single goal. It was why she had allied herself with Suguru Geto all those years ago. After the loss of her sister at the hands of an uncaring, decaying system who saw people like them as tools to be used for profit, all she focused on now was tearing out the rot that had stolen her sister from her.

After Geto's death, she wandered for a bit. She was never particularly close to the man, but she did respect him. When he suddenly reappeared after his supposed death, she was suspicious.

She was right to be wary. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it wasn't Geto, not anymore. The stitches emblazoned along his forehead were as obvious a sign as any, but just the way this man spoke and moved was a dead give away.

But she didn't care.

Perhaps she did to some degree, it was certainly ghoulish to know a man you once respected was being puppeted by someone else, but so long as she could still reach her end goal of destroying Jujutsu Society, she would work alongside him for as long as their goals aligned.

His new entourage was less agreeable. A band of Curses; powerful and advanced enough to understand human speech.

They made her sick.

She hated them as much as they hated humanity. Each of them had killed so many humans without so much as a second thought. They really thought they could replace humans. Just the idea of such a ridiculous thing coming to pass made her laugh.

Most Curses weren't as advanced as they were. It was a pipe dream cooked up by hateful, disgusting creatures.

The newest edition to their ragtag group, Choso, had to be the worst. A half-breed between a human and a Curse. She found his Cursed lineage unsettling, but she had tried to ignore her prejudice and focus on his more human side.

Every time she tried to be nice to him, to maybe start a conversation or even just to pass on vital information, all she was met with was an indifferent glare and the cold shoulder.

In her mind, he was nothing but a pompous jerk. More Curse than human. She stopped trying altogether, more embarrassed at ever giving him the time of day. Half breed or not, at the end of the day, a curse was a curse.

──────

The hideout was quiet, perfect for a walk through the halls to clear her head. It was dark and dusty, not nearly as inviting as the sunny beaches of Dagon's Domain, but in a way she preferred it. The enclosed spaces made her feel safer, and being stuck in a Curse's Domain, no matter how beautiful, always set her on edge.

As she crept through the hallway, she heard a broken moan echo from the opposite end.

She paused, furrowing her brow at the sound. Was someone injured? No, it didn't sound like a pained moan, at least not entirely. She cleared her throat, a little off kilter when she realized it was pleasure she was hearing.

It didn't sound like Geto, and while she was sure whoever was in his body still had certain urges, she doubted he would ever be so careless as to be heard jerking himself off.

The Curses were out of the question. Well, aside from Mahito, but he had no shame to speak of. If it were him, she likely would have seen it by now.

The only explanation was Choso.

She was about to turn right back around and pretend she didn't hear anything until he moaned once more. Her heart lurched when she heard her name echo through the corridor.

Why was he moaning her name? She thought he hated her! That was always the impression he gave.

And more importantly, why did her face feel so warm? Why should she even care that he was moaning her name? Even if he didn't hate her, she certainly hated him!

Didn't she?

She stood in the hallway, her heart pounding her chest as she heard his moaning continued to travel down the hall. She clenched her jaw, eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

The last thing she needed was Mahito or Geto hearing this. They would never let her live it down!

She whirled back around, marching towards his room. She ignored her better judgment and swung the door open, preparing to tell him to keep it down, only for the words to wilt before they ever left her tongue.

Choso was completely naked, straddling a pillow that he was frantically humping. His skin was slick with sweat, his brunette hair pulled down from his usual twin buns and sticking to his skin.

His mouth was open, drool leaking from the corner with his head thrown back. His eyes were shut tight, his brows furrowed as if in pain, like he had been at this for hours without ever reaching his climax.

His movements were clumsy, lacking rhythm as he desperately grinded his cock against the plush material of his pillow, smearing sticky pre-cum all over cover.

She stood there, unable to say anything as she watched. She didn't need to announce her arrival, because Choso's eyes immediately opened and locked onto her. He seemed to inhale more sharply and she watched as his pupils dilated, as if he had caught her scent.

She shivered under his gaze. He looked at her with such a hungry look in his eyes, as if she were a piece of meat.

This wasn't normal lust. This was something different, more animal.

She took a closer look at his bed, eyes widening as she realized she recognized the items strewn about the mattress. Several articles of her clothing that had all gone missing were on Choso's bed, from some of her favorite shirts to her underwear.

Upon closer inspection, she noticed that even the pillow Choso was in the process of frantically humping was one of her own that she thought she had misplaced.

"I thought you hated me."

Choso stared her down, his fingers gripping the pillow even tighter as he fought his instincts to pounce on her. Hate her? That couldn't be any farther from the truth.

Choso had been obsessed with her from the moment he saw her. How could he not? She was gorgeous, perceptive, and driven. She was perfect, and to add to it, her scent was absolutely intoxicating. Every time he was close to her, he thought he would lose his mind. His body reacted on its own, getting him so painfully hard that he couldn't focus on anything aside from relieving himself.

He had taken to avoiding her because he couldn't get anything done with her around.

Of course, it didn't work forever. Despite his efforts, Choso couldn't resist his instincts. The first time his Rut had hit him, he had not been prepared. Geto seemed especially curious about it, proposing the idea that since Choso was a half-breed, he would experience monthly Rut cycles.

Choso wanted to ignore it. It had to be some exaggeration on Geto's end or just some one-time reaction from his body. Unfortunately, the next month he endured the same symptoms.

His body had started to feel hot and no matter how hard he tried he could not stop thinking about her. He would find himself distracted at the worst times, mouth watering whenever he took in her scent.

Part of him urged him to swallow his pride and ask for help, but he knew she would never even consider it. How could he even ask for something so embarrassing?

So he resorted to stealing her clothes.

It was small, at first. A shirt here, a shirt there. But then he started getting bolder as his pre-rut progressed, stealing panties instead so that he might use them to satisfy his urges, smelling her essence on one pair while he stroked his aching cock with another.

It didn't give him the relief he wanted, so he caved and stole one of her pillows out of her room. That was hours ago now, and no matter how hard he thrusted into the soft fabric, pretending it was her underneath him, it still couldn't get him over the edge.

Choso collapsed in an exhausted huff. His body just couldn't get over the edge, but just her presence seemed to make the ache run so much deeper.

"I've never hated you," he said finally between heavy breaths.

What else could he say? She was here now, so it would be pointless to hide when she had to have heard him moaning her name and could plainly see her belongings strewn about his bed.

She watched him closely, feeling a stab of guilt. She had judged him so harshly, and while this situation was certainly unorthodox, he seemed so exhausted and frustrated.

"Do you need help?" She asked.

She placed her hand down on his back, watching as he shivered under her touch.

"Help?"

He asked as if he hadn't processed fully what she said. How could he? Help in this situation only meant one thing.

She nodded, running her hand up through his hair and moving it away from his neck so he could get more air. The strands were damp with sweat, a testament to how exhausted he really was.

"You look miserable. Besides, you're making so much noise. If Geto or Mahito heard you, well— I don't want to put up with what they might say."

Choso's eyes were closed, enjoying the cool air as he tried to collect his strength. He was already so flushed from exertion, and he was thankful that she couldn't see him blush.

She had a good point.

"Please," he muttered. "I'd like that."

She smiled at him softly before stepping back. He watched out of the corner of his eye as she stripped down.

Choso bit his lip, suppressing a needy whine. She was so beautiful. Her bare body made his hips start to move again, wanting only to feel her against him.

She was already wet, having gotten a little worked up from hearing him moaning. She came over and gently rolled him on his back.

"You're tired," she explained. "Let me ride you for a bit."

Choso rolled off of the pillow, his cock standing erect. She noted how much pre-cum was drooling from the tip, coating the rest of his cock.

She looked to her soiled pillow, seeing he had effectively drenched it in cum. Well, it was time she bought a new one anyway. . .

She climbed onto the bed, carefully swinging her legs over him to straddle him. She reached for his cock, hearing him gasp and whine when she touched his heated length.

Choso watched her with glassy eyes, watching her slowly sink down onto him. He cried out, a warbled sound as his tip nudged at her entrance.

His whole body felt like it was screaming at him to just take her. He had to balls his hands into fists, growling low as he tried to resist the urge to grab her hips and start fucking up into her.

She slowly sank down on him, her mouth opening in a silent moan as Choso stretched her open. His dick pulsed inside of her, and the prominent veins along the underside of his cock provided good friction.

The both of them moaned when Choso bottomed her out, and she experimentally grinded herself against him.

After a few moments to adjust to his size before she started to ride him, slowly raising her hips up and dropping back down.

Choso felt like he was going to explode. Never could he have expected she would feel this good. His hand and a pillow just didn't even hope to compare to this. She was so hot and soft, her silky walls sucking him in so good.

His jaw went slack as he moaned, his hands finally moving to her hips as he urged her to go faster.

"Please," Choso hissed. "More. Harder!"

He raised his hips up, his grip tight as he held her close to him. He could hear her giggle, seemingly amused by how needy he was.

She dropped herself down harder on his cock, leaning over as she began to get more aggressive.

The room quickly filled with their moans and the lewd, wet slapping of skin meeting skin.

Choso felt like he was finally getting closer to his release, but it wasn't enough. He needed more. He wanted more.

Something snapped inside of him. He felt like he was at a disconnect with his body, his mind in a haze as he grabbed her and quickly flipped her onto her back.

She landed harshly on the bed, not able to react as Choso's form engulfed her. He caged her in with his arms, pushing her legs back as he mounted her and began pounding into her pussy.

The breath was driven from her lungs as Choso fucked into her. He buried his face against her neck, a low growling noise leaving his mouth as he nipped and sucked at the skin.

"So pretty," Choso growled out. "You feel so good— smell so good. I wanted this for so long—"

He was babbling out whatever came to mind. The pleasure made it easy to spill his feelings after avoiding her for so long.

She wrapped her arms around him, barely able to move her hips. She nuzzled against him, placing sloppy kisses against his mouth, kisses he was all too eager to return.

An unmistakable pleasure was building and a tension grew in her abdomen. Each frantic, powerful thrust from her nearly made her see white.

Choso's hips continued to piston into her as he kissed wherever he could get his lips on, moving from her face to her neck and chest. The entire time, his instincts were screaming at him to mark and claim her.

'Protect, claim, mate'

"Choso," She cried out, her voice cracking in pleasure. Just hearing her say his name in such a way nearly sent him over the edge.

He leaned back, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head as he kissed her roughly. A knot began to swell at the base of his cock, threatening to catch.

She kissed him back, clinging to him as she was so overwhelmed she was trying not to drown. She noticed something thicker teasing her entrance. She didn't know what it was, but it felt so good!

His hips smacked against her, plunging himself deeper and deeper with every thrust. Her pussy was squeezing him, fluttering around him and massaging every inch of his cock.

Harder and harder he went, ignoring his own exhaustion as the pleasure continued to climb. When he heard her whine and cry out, her body locking and shaking as she creamed around his cock, Choso shoved in one final time, his knot catching her walls.

His eyes rolled back, his hips still trying to move back and forth, only to find he was locked in place. Pleasure crashed over him in waves, sucking the strength from his body as he collapsed on top of her, only able to ride it out.

She panted underneath him, feeling his dick inside of her, pulsing and pumping her with so much seed she could feel it. Every time he tried to pull out, she could feel a peculiar pressure.

She didn't understand it, but she was too tired to care. Her body still trembled, panting as she tried to recover.

She managed to open her eyes, staring down at the man resting on her chest. He was equally as worn out. Worse, even. Even so, she realized he was mouthing something to himself.

'I love you.'

Maybe he wasn't so bad.

©Midnightshade. All rights reserved. Do NOT repost, reupload, or modify my works. Do not translate my works, do not link to them or recommend them on other websites, and do not use them for AI training

[buildiyo]

AI-BlueprintScan Explained: Smarter Construction Planning with Artificial Intelligence 

The construction industry has always been ripe for innovation, and artificial intelligence (AI) is paving the way for smarter, faster, and more accurate processes. With projects getting more complex and time-sensitive, traditional methods of reading and analyzing blueprints often fall short in meeting modern demands. 

Enter AI-BlueprintScan, a revolutionary tool reshaping how we approach construction planning. By leveraging advanced AI technologies, this tool simplifies blueprint analysis, enhances collaboration, and mitigates the chances of costly errors. But what exactly is AI-BlueprintScan, and why is it a game-changer? Keep reading as we unpack its capabilities, benefits, use cases, and challenges to help you understand why it could be the future of construction planning. 

What Is AI-BlueprintScan? 

Definition and Core Function 

AI-BlueprintScan is an advanced AI-powered platform specifically designed to analyze blueprints with greater speed, precision, and efficiency compared to traditional methods. Whether it’s an architectural plan or a plumbing diagram, this AI tool extracts actionable insights to empower contractors and project managers. 

How It Differs from Traditional Methods 

Unlike manual blueprint reading, which is prone to human error and time constraints, AI-BlueprintScan uses machine learning algorithms such as Optical Character Recognition (OCR) and pattern recognition to identify and interpret design elements automatically. The result? Quicker turnaround times and more reliable project planning.

Key Features of AI-BlueprintScan 

OCR Technology for quickly scanning handwritten or printed text. 

Pattern Recognition to identify structural and design components like beams, walls, and pipes. 

Automated Annotations to highlight errors or missing elements in the design. 

Versatile Blueprint Scans for architectural, structural, electrical, and plumbing plans. 

These features make AI-BlueprintScan a versatile and invaluable tool for contractors, renovators, and construction professionals alike. 

How AI-BlueprintScan Works 

Step-by-Step Process 

Uploading Blueprints 

  Users can easily upload both digital and scanned blueprints to the platform. Using cloud-based technology, anyone involved in the project can access and contribute from anywhere. 

AI-Driven Recognition and Data Extraction 

  Advanced AI algorithms scan the blueprint to identify key design components, converting complex data into a more accessible format. 

Conversion into Actionable Formats 

  The extracted data can then be converted into 3D models, BIM-compatible files, material lists, or any required format for seamless project execution. 

Integration with Project Management Tools 

  AI-BlueprintScan integrates seamlessly with popular tools like AutoCAD, Revit, and Procore, enhancing productivity. 

Real-Time Updates and Collaboration 

  Thanks to real-time updates, every change made to the blueprint is immediately reflected, fostering better collaboration among diverse teams. 

Benefits of Using AI-BlueprintScan in Construction Planning 

1. Speed 

By automating the analysis of complex blueprints, the time spent reviewing and annotating designs is drastically reduced. Contractors no longer have to sift through pages of technical drawings. 

2. Accuracy 

AI minimizes the risk of misinterpretation or oversight, ensuring that every element of the blueprint aligns with the overarching plan. 

3. Efficiency 

AI speeds up key processes such as estimation, procurement, and scheduling, allowing projects to move from planning to execution faster. 

4. Collaboration 

Shared cloud-based access ensures that architects, contractors, and engineers can communicate seamlessly, avoiding miscommunication and costly rework.

5. Cost Savings 

By catching inconsistencies and errors early, AI-BlueprintScan helps prevent expensive rework and material waste, saving both time and money. 

Use Cases in the Construction Industry 

1. Pre-Construction Planning 

Set the foundation for a successful project by using AI to lay out the site efficiently before ground is broken. 

2. Quantity Take-Offs and Material Estimation 

AI precisely calculates the material requirements, eliminating guesswork and reducing excess inventory. 

3. Design Validation and Clash Detection 

Detect clashes between different design elements (e.g., HVAC systems interfering with existing structures) before they become an issue on-site. 

4. Compliance Checks and Permit Approvals 

AI ensures that blueprints adhere to local regulations and safety codes, simplifying the approval process. 

5. Retrofit and Renovation Projects 

Even outdated or poorly scanned blueprints can be transformed with the help of AI-BlueprintScan, making it ideal for retrofit and renovation work. 

Challenges and Considerations 

1. Quality of Input Data 

Poorly scanned or outdated blueprints can pose challenges for even the most advanced AI tools. Human oversight is still essential in such cases. 

2. Need for Human Review 

While AI is highly accurate, human judgment is often needed for complex designs and unique project requirements. 

3. Integration with Legacy Systems 

Older construction companies with legacy software may find it challenging to adopt AI tools seamlessly. 

4. Cost of Adoption and Training 

Initial costs and training requirements can be significant barriers for small businesses, though the long-term ROI often offsets these expenses. 

The Future of AI in Construction Planning 

AI + BIM for Fully Automated Modeling 

The integration of AI with Building Information Modeling (BIM) could lead to fully automated project modeling, reducing manual intervention to a minimum. 

Predictive Planning and Risk Detection 

AI-driven models will soon be able to predict project risks and suggest proactive measures to mitigate them. 

Integration with IoT Sensors and Drones 

From drones capturing real-time site data to IoT sensors monitoring structural integrity, AI will continue to push the boundaries of construction technology. 

Role of AI in Smart Cities and Sustainable Construction 

AI tools like BlueprintScan are setting the stage for smart, sustainable construction projects that align with the global push for green infrastructure. 

Smarter Planning Starts Here 

AI-BlueprintScan is not just a tool; it’s a shift towards smarter, more efficient construction planning. From pre-construction to compliance and project execution, its benefits are undeniable for homeowners, DIY enthusiasts, and contractors alike. 

Still hesitant? Don’t just take our word for it. Explore how AI-BlueprintScan can transform your planning process by visiting our homepage, or reach out to our contact page for a free consultation. Together, we’ll help you build smarter, not harder. 

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Culinary Construction Crew

A hyper-realistic, high-resolution photo of a massive, four-tier cake standing on a large wooden table in a warmly lit kitchen or bakery. The cake is enormous — towering over its surroundings, with each tier the height of a large suitcase. The cake is 90% finished and exquisitely detailed with soft pastel colors, gold leaf accents, and piped frosting. It looks like a luxury wedding cake meets industrial architecture. Surrounding the cake is a miniature but hyper-detailed construction crew. The workers are roughly one-quarter the height of a single cake tier, making the cake appear colossal by comparison. One worker is operating a miniature crane, which is in the process of lifting and precisely placing the top tier of the cake. Another worker stands on a scaffold or ladder, carefully smoothing and finishing the frosting on the middle tier with a spatula — like he's applying stucco. A third worker is on the ground, cleaning up a small area — sweeping up dropped sprinkles, smudged frosting, or bits of fondant, maintaining a professional site. A site manager or foreman stands off to the side, wearing a slightly different uniform (clipboard in hand), monitoring the progress seriously. Another worker is on the ground, looking up attentively, helping guide the crane operator to align the top tier perfectly. All workers are dressed in ultra-realistic construction gear: bright vests, hard hats, boots, gloves, tool belts — down to the stitching and dust. The crane is small but functional, with visible joints and a dangling cable holding the cake tier delicately. There’s slight, controlled mess on the table — piping bags, a toolbox with specialized confectionery tools, frosting buckets labeled with construction-style warnings ("Cream Hazard", etc.). The lighting is natural and soft, highlighting the textures of the cake and materials. The depth of field subtly blurs the background, drawing the viewer’s focus to this whimsical yet realistic cake-building operation.