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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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dance with the devil ; 18+

requested by ; nobody (sweet seduction rewrite)

word count ; 2554

content ; one night stand, wet dream, unprotected sex

fandom ; black butler

pairing ; sebastian michaelis x female reader

read also on ; ao3

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It took you quite a few moments to realise what had happened to you, half-asleep mind and bleary eyes struggling to catch up with reality as you slowly — ever so slowly — woke up. The first thing your dulled senses registered was the smooth, almost slippery, surface of the material you were laying in, layer after layer of the rich feeling material sliding under and over your body, a silky cocoon that should have been alarming in how cool it was to the touch. Then, when you stretched out one of your legs, you half consciously realised that there was barely any fabric over your private parts, the only barrier between your sex and the sheets beneath you being a thin and flimsy layer of what felt a bit like lace. Finally, when you sighed and rolled over onto your back, you began to pick up a scent that you knew had no business being in a bedroom — saffron.

That caught your attention, causing you to sit straight up as your sleep-blurred eyes darted around your distinctly unfamiliar environment: to the four strong, black quartz pillars that seemed to extend upwards into an endlessly murky dark sky; to the four intricately carved ebony posters that dotted the corners of your queen sized bed, itself covered in sheets of crimson and obscured behind half pulled-back translucent red curtains; to the lone, stone archway that faced the very end of your bed and the two glowing pinkish eyes that peered menacingly out from it.

With no idea where you were or how you got there, all you could do was freeze and pray to whatever higher beings you could think of that this was all just some vivid nightmare — or a well executed prank by a friend. But that small crumb of hope was quickly dashed when the figure spoke up in a deep, smooth tone that sounded somewhere between familiar and wrong. So perfect it was inhuman.

'Well, my lady,' the creature began, those eyes narrowing into slits as it stared at you from the shadows, 'I must admit that your interest in my last contract is most flattering. Your efforts and your results are incredible... for a mortal, at least,'

'Who are you?' You just about managed to spit out, your voice lacking the confidence that you'd tried to convey and coming out as something much closer to a squeak or a whisper.

'Perhaps a more appropriate quotation would be "what am I", ' it joked, a rumbling chuckle punctuating its statement before it continued, 'but I suppose I could humour you for your forwardness. We do not have names as you do, we simply go by whatever title we are given by our masters. You have names, we borrow them,'

'Then what are you?'

'I thought I'd made it apparent enough,' it sighed with seeming annoyance before it began to slowly move forwards, it's next words punctuated by the clacking of what sounded like heels, 'were the decorations I chose not a dead give away? Is the endless night above your head not a clear enough sign? What about the red lace you're wearing, did you think that was just coincidental?'

Bit by bit the entity emerged and you felt the blood drain from your face. It was tall, taller than anything you'd ever seen, and yet it felt close to human in height — a paradox only befitting of a creature of its calibre. A swirling cloud of black ink and blacker feathers circled its form, moving both as tranquil as water in a stream and as frantic as dust in a hurricane. Two large wings, their feathers perpetually falling and charred, sprouted from its back and curled around its humanoid torso — which itself was pale and covered in a leather uniform that wouldn't be out of place in a bondage scene. It's legs, long and slender and strong, were covered up to the knee by those heels — dark and leathery and high, making its own naturally towering height even more apparent.

And then there was it's face: pale, flawless skin that was too smooth and soft to be human; thin lips quirked upwards into a mocking smirk whose overwhelming mirth reflected in its cat-like fuchsia irises which regarded you with curiosity; a sharp jawline framed by straight black bangs and hair that looked too soft for its nature. Human features stapled together to form something decidedly not.

'A demon,'

'Well done, my lady. Though with your incessant prodding into my past I had assumed you'd have caught on quicker,' it gave a faux pout before chuckling again and approaching the bed, answering each of your questions cryptically as your mind raced to piece together the puzzle laid out before you.

'Your past? I've never seen you before,'

'Correct, you haven't seen me until now,'

'I don't study demonology or theology, I'm a historian!'

'Indeed you are, my lady,'

Then, just as the toes of his boots tapped the edge of the bed-frame you realised what he'd meant and blurted out the name he had 'borrowed'. The name you'd been looking into just a few hours earlier.

'Sebastian Michaelis,'

The demon smirked and reached out to grab your hand and press a kiss to your knuckles.

'At your service, madam,'

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‘You’re a demon?’ You reiterated, still unsure of what was happening to you.

‘A crow demon specifically, my lady,’

‘And you brought me here for what reason exactly?’

You started to play with the sheet beneath you, fingering the hem whilst you anxiously awaited his response, breath catching in your throat when he finally spoke.

‘To reward you for your determination,’ he tilted his head and leaned forwards on his hands, now half on the bed in front of you, ‘After all you wanted to learn about me, did you not?’

You paused for the briefest of moments before giving a small nod, not quite trusting yourself to respond.

‘There are things that textbooks and letters won’t teach you — surely you of all humans must understand that basic principle?’ Another nod and you swore his eyes flashed that pinkish colour again, ‘Then consider this me filling in some gaps. If you’d like me to, at least?’

Finally having found your voice you managed to croak out a quiet question. ‘And what would that entail exactly?’

He raised his eyebrow and looked between you and your bed before he spoke. ‘Surely I don’t need to spell it out for you?’

‘And if I don’t want to?’

‘Then I send you back,’ he offered nonchalantly, ‘I’m not forcing you to be here, I’m merely offering to expand your knowledge of myself, that is all,’

And after taking a minute to consider, you finally came to a decision.

‘I… I think I’d like to stay,’

After all, opportunities like this were rare to come by, and you were hardly going to turn him down. Not when he looked like that.

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In a fraction of a second, Sebastian had scaled the bed and was on top of you — pouncing the moment he was able like a wild animal faced with fresh prey. You barely had a moment to catch your breath before he had crashed his lips to yours, burying his fingers (claws?) in your hair to hold you still whilst you moaned and gasped in shock against his lips — groaning when you felt him press his hips harshly down against your own and felt the full size of his bulge.

He was massive, far larger than any you’d taken before. But you hadn’t the time to consider it as your mind was soon preoccupied by the heat and passion of the kiss as well as the faint stinging of him occasionally pulling your hair in his efforts to keep you in place. Only willingly pulling away when you started to feel your lungs burning for air and roughly pushed on his shoulder.

Even then it was a slow and minute movement. Barely noticeable but just enough to let you breathe whilst he took in your messed up appearance, dark eyes glinting with a sinful mixture of pride and lust.

After he parted the kiss, there was only a thin string of saliva connecting your open mouths that soon broke when he suddenly reached up and began to play with your chest. Smirking down at you whilst he groped the meat of one breast and chuckling when he started to roll and pinch your nipple and you started gasping and arching your back up into your touch. And once he was satisfied with how much attention he’d given it, he repeated the process with the other.

Alternating between right and left whilst teasing you with sly remarks that had your skin heating and your core throbbing with need.

‘You feel amazing,’

‘A perfect fit, it was like you were made to be used,’

‘Oh yes, keep making that sound,’

‘Keep on moaning like a whore and I’ll treat you like one,’

‘Eager, are we, kitten?’

After a few minutes of this, however, the demon seemed to grow tired of it and abruptly stopped and moved to tear your thin panties off of your body. Quick enough to startle you into silence as he spread your legs further apart and settled himself comfortably whilst pressing the tip of his thick cock just against your soaking wet entrance.

Then he paused for a moment, not pushing it in and instead just slowly sliding his length along your slit. Gathering more and more of your slick with each go around and taking more and more of your patience with it until you finally snapped with a huff and a glare.

'Oh for God's sake just fuck me already!'

Your outburst made him chuckle darkly to himself, looking down at you with mirth before promptly complying with a simple 'as you wish' being his only warning.

Sebastian entered you in a single fluid movement, filling you to the brim and beyond, not giving you even a second to adjust before he started to thrust into your soaking wet cunt. His pace was fast and rough, merciless and unrelenting as he pounded into you — long, thick cock bullying into your pussy in such a way that it had your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open in a silent scream of overstimulation.

It was all so much, and it only compounded when his large hands pushed your legs back up towards your body, practically folding you in half in the process. Your new position allowed him to reach even deeper into your pussy and every minute movement sent new waves of white hot pleasure racing through your veins.

The room was filled with a veritable cacophony of the lewdest sounds possible: the wet slapping of skin against skin as he thrusted into your dripping wet cunt, the low echoing grunts and growls that spilled from his lips and caused the room around you to tremble, the moans and screams that escaped you as he continued to ravage and use you. It was booming and overwhelming but in the state you were in you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Especially not when he reached down with his free hand and started to play with your neglected clit in time with his thrusts. Circling, rubbing and flicking the bundle of nerves whilst continuing to rock his hips inhumanly fast against your own.

A delicious cocktail of sensation that was rapidly bringing you closer and closer to your release. Brought closer with every thrust and flick and grunt and phrase you couldn’t understand solely because it was coming from him — and at this rate you knew you wouldn’t last.

And, indeed, with the combination of his cock filling you and his skilful fingers toying with your sensitive clit, it didn't take much longer for you to fall helplessly over the edge of climax. Completely, deliciously, at his mercy as he relentlessly pounded into your pussy, abusing your g-spot with the same relentless precision that he used to rub and circle your clit in just the right way to have your mind going completely and helplessly blank.

Your vision erupted into a blurry mosaic of watercolour reds and blacks broken up by spots of pure white. Your body was being wracked with wave after wave of intense pleasure that had you arching into him and trembling in place as your waist and thighs started to ache. Your mouth fell open into a perfectly slutty 'o' as a string of whorish moans and groans and expletives spilled from your lips, each one earning rougher treatment and more degrading dirty talk from the man above you that you were in no state to even register.

Your mind was blank and yet you were only able to think of him: his cock, his fingers, his lips, his voice. Just everything about him.

And Sebastian, as if able to read your thoughts (which he may very well have done), smirked and leaned down just enough to bring you into a passionate kiss as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Leaving you helplessly overstimulated and yet wanting nothing more than more of what he could give you.

More. More. More.

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You woke up with a start, sitting straight up and looking at your surroundings with sleep-blurred eyes. Mind still catching up and trying to comprehend where and when you were as you reeled from the intensity of your orgasm. Then you shifted your leg slightly and felt the pool of wetness in your panties and came to once more.

You were back in your home office, exactly where you were when you fell asleep. Still in your work clothes with piles upon piles of books and papers and notes scattered haphazardly across the surface — one of which was unfortunately dampened at one corner from where you'd drooled on it in your sleep. Lovely.

It was rare for you to have such lucid dreams and part of you was disappointed that it was just a figment of your imagination. Apparently reading about long dead butlers would make them pop into your unconscious mind as a sexy demon, who knew.

With that humorous realisation, you made quick work of reorganising the bomb site that was your desk. Neatly stacking your books and filing each bit of paperwork away with a system you'd devised at the start of your project. But then you caught sight of something that most certainly hadn't been there before; a small piece of parchment adorned with the most beautiful cursive you'd ever seen.

'Dear human,

Your determination and tenacity in your attempts to research the tragedies that befell the Phantomhive lineage are highly admirable. The efforts you made to check and confirm your sources are something that other mortals should strive to emulate.

Though your flexibility and stamina would be hard to match, kitten, both in your work and in other areas — for which I should hope I am the only witness.

We'll speak again tonight, we have much to discuss.

* also it was Michaelis, not Micheals, darling'

You scoffed at the correction before smiling to yourself and carefully folding the paper once, then twice, and putting it in your breast pocket. That was one you were going to keep.

Maybe it wasn't just a dream after all.

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acupofqueercoffee · 1 year

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“Saint, I’m a sinner”

Gorgon Ambessa Medarda x Blind Reader

cw : ‼️ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ // dubcon-ish // loss of virginity // breeding // rough to soft // soulmate au

i went unhinged 🥶 got an absolutely marvellous idea for gorgon medarda x blind reader but i’m kickstarting this concept with downright sin 🥲

Ambessa Medarda was taking a luxurious soak in the pond, languidly nursing a chalice of decadent wine, when, to her irritation, the moment of tranquility is rudely interrupted by unwanted visitors.

It was not unheard of for people to venture into her abode. At the same time, she only received visitors once in a blue moon. Some, lost souls gone astray, and others, foolish enough to come for her possessions, but whichever of the two they might be, they were led to the same fate. Doom was bound to befall whoever stood before the gorgon.

Medarda had always been comfortable in her own skin, and being a gorgon did not change that. As a former warlord, it was entertaining to her when people tried to challenge her. Of course, on the other hand, to a warlord like Medarda who had mastered the art of war, very few could come close, not to mention, rise to her calibre. Still, even poor rivals were infinitely better than no rivals. So, she indulged them, because by indulging them, she was indulging herself.

In the shadows, she moved, and from afar, she struck. Tactics and stratagems were usually used to quickly conquer an opponent, but she found herself using them instead to prolong the fight. She was confident in her craft, proud even, and rightfully so. Given her background in addition to her new abilities, as soon as the gorgon made herself seen, everyone would be descending into their inevitable downfall.

Although she had been forced into this new life, she had little trouble with it, but having said that, there was one thing that she found a pity. As a gorgon, Medarda could no longer partake in debauchery. Alcohol was not an issue, having enough to last another millennia. Sex on the other hand, now, that was where the inconvenience stemmed. Her new body had come with interesting modifications, so to speak, but she lacked any real specimens to experiment with them on.

Many fair maidens had come to her lair but none had left. Now, they stood lifeless amongst the many statues decorating her residence. Turning them to stone had not been her intention. In this life, some things were out of her reach, and as someone who used to attain whatever or whoever she desired, it exasperated her, to say the least.

A lover of fighting though she was, the gorgon did not take kindly to having her fun spoiled. So, without stalling time like she usually would, she had made a rather quick work of petrifying the trespasser. One out of the pair because, to her bewilderment, the lass remained standing. You were evidently, peculiarly immune to the gorgon’s presence.

She slithered towards you, and upon closer inspection, discovered that your eyes were a misty grey.

“I should kill you for your husband’s audacity. In fact,-”

“He’s n-”

Oh, how dared you cut her off!

Her jaw flexed, and her command was sharply snarled through gritted teeth.

“Silence!”

“Interrupt me again, and vision will not be your only impairment.” She spoke with a low, languid lilt, smooth at the same time like liquid silver. She circled you, studying you as if a predator would a prey, and in fact, you were, she corrected herself. You were her prey, fidgety on your feet as a cornered animal should.

“As I was saying, you would already have perished if not for your defect. Your flaw is what saved you.“

You shook like a leaf in a hurricane, accompanied by a small squeak when your chin was seized between two cold fingers and a thumb. “Then again, it’s not every day that I get a scrumptious little morsel delivering itself to me.” She made you dance to her demand, turning your head left, right, and finally, directed your eyes the colour of clouds onto her own. “And one who can stare me straight in the eyes no less. How convenient.”

“You have two options, little lass.” Thick unyielding fingers dug into your cheeks. “Give yourself up to me,-” The gorgon’s head full of snakes emitted a cacophony of hisses, small, smooth heads nudging, and tiny little tongues licking all over your face. She revelled in your shuddering breaths, red lips laced with sinister glee. “-or die.”

“Don’t both entail the same fate for me?” Your voice was but a meek murmur. “You will devour me.” It was not so much a question as a prediction.

She found you amusing. A curious creature. “Perhaps. But certainly not in the sense you’re thinking.”

From maintaining an unyielding grip on your jaw, ample fingers slid down, down to your delicate neck where immediately upon arrival, they latched on your soft flesh. A necklace designed just for you. A snug fit.

“Now, decide.“ She squeezed it a little, enough to make you wheeze.

Your fingers had found themselves on her forearm, supplication rather than rebellion. “I- I give myself up to you.”

Crimson lips stretched into a malevolent grin, displaying two evil-looking fangs. Eyes gleamed with a wicked, excited glint.

“Say no more.”

Fingers locking around a dainty wrist, she yanked, pulling you around as if you were a mere marionette for her to manipulate as she saw fit. Then, you were roughly thrown, but the bed that you fell into prevented the unpleasantness that was certain to come with the fall otherwise.

As immediately as her hands had left your wrist, they found themselves on your dainty waist, the soft, delicate flesh yielding beneath callously demanding digits.

“You see little one, even as a human, I’ve always had a healthy appetite for intimacy. It has only increased tenfold once I became a gorgon under the curse of a jealous god. The cause,…” Dragging you towards the end of the bed, she nosed your neck, felt the wild little flutter of your pulse on her lips. “…well, his prized possession of a wife cried my name in bed instead of his. Egotistical as gods are, this wounded his pride. My last dalliance was well over millennia ago, and needless to say, I have so much pent up frustrations that are in desperate need of a release.” She did a playful nibble, fang poking skin, and you gasped, ambrosia to her ears. “And here you are. A timely arrival, I must say.”

As her lips hungrily trailed down your body, goosebumps blossomed in their wake. Her fingers fisted into your garments around your hips, impressive muscles rolling beneath skin the shade of dark chocolate, as the flimsy fabric was reduced to tatters in a wink of an eye.

“Oh little lass, to say I am ridiculously, positively ravenous is an understatement.”

Medarda spoke as she took you in, tiny and lithe, helpless and sprawled naked beneath her, a delectable little morsel offered to her on a diamond platter, all hers to devour.

Her tongue flicked, joined by her fellows as they bombarded your chest with an onslaught of tongues.

In a flurry of movements, she had positioned herself between your delightfully pretty thighs that came nowhere near the size of her arm. Oh you were so, so small compared to her, and the many visual evidences fuelled the gorgon’s already burning desire.

Accompanied by sickening sounds of sinews snapping and flesh parting, a new addition to her body emerged just below her hip. Long, thick, gooey and throbbing, the gorgon was positively aching to be inside you.

“Let me show you just what true vigour really looks like. I bet your twink of a husband did not do a good job at it.”

She rested her cock atop your folds, and the warmth it provided seeped into her. Flowing through her veins, it thawed her frosty heart.

“He’s- ah-”

Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!

It was maddening how your dainty little body writhed, small squeaks and soft whimpers dripping down your pretty, pink lips like syrupy poison.

“-no -wait!”

Millennia. Millennia, that was how long she had waited. Medarda had done enough waiting. More than enough in fact. It was time for her to take, and oh, take, she would.

“You have willingly relinquished yourself to me. And I will do whatever I want with what is rightfully mine.”

Her tail thrashed wildly, excitedly behind her while you did the same beneath her massive stature, albeit pathetically, as her equally massive shaft pushed into your tight little cunt with an untamed desperation.

“It’s not- I- mngh!”

With a savage thrust, she bottomed out in one fell swoop. Immediately, she felt warm all over, like finally soaking in a warm bath after being drenched in a downpour. At the same time, she was not oblivious to the sensation of penetrating something that was not supposed to be there. Considering that there were day and night differences between the two of you, size for one thing, it was a given that you would tear one way or another. And yet, what she felt was entirely unexpected. A sensation both so familiar and unfamiliar, but one that definitely evoked a distant memory.

She was returning from war, another victory, and it was in a town that they had decided to rest for the night where she had seen her. A spark had ignited as soon as their eyes met. Hence, the green-eyed creature wounding up in the warlord’s bed later that night had been no surprise, but her lover for the night had bled on her sheets. After learning that it was her first time, Medarda had been more generous with her than she usually would, pampering the life out of the girl. Being the first to someone surprisingly caused in her an eruption of euphoria akin to conquering a war. Although she had enjoyed it tremendously, it had been her only experience with a maiden, and for millennia, it had remained so.

Until today, it seemed.

“I- I’ve never-” You whimpered, face contorting, and with a soft wavering exhale, continued. “-been with anyone before. And he was certainly not my husband.”

A voice so small coupled with tentative fingers roaming over her chest brought Medarda out of her little trip down memory lane. For a moment, she thought that you were going to punch her, claw her, push her back, anything, futile though they would undeniably be, but she definitely was not expecting you to only rest them there, holding onto her as if she was your salvation.

You were gazing at her, and even though Medarda knew that your eyes were not actually perceiving her, the gorgon felt miraculously seen which, after eons of no real eye contact whatsoever was a welcome sensation.

She watched as tears squeezed out of your eyes, running in thick, fat globules down your cheeks. An emotion so strong and so alien compelled her to console you, a thumb finding itself on your soft skin, gathering the endless leakage of salty droplets with a bone-melting tenderness that she thought had long been lost. And it had indeed. But you, oh beautiful, enigmatic you, who was adorably nuzzling her palm as if she had not been the cause of your suffering, brought these long lost feelings out of her.

“I- It’s not that I don’t want you. I do. It’s all I’ve ever wanted ever since I saw you for the first time.”

Puzzled, she questioned, “You can see?”

“In my mind’s eyes, yes.” And then, you added. “But I see only you, Ambessa.”

How do you know my name? , She wanted to demand.

Before she could get a word out however, dainty digits grasped her finger. Once again, she was distracted by the staggering comparison, thinking in her head that two of your fingers would not even make one of hers, when she suddenly felt something beneath her fingertips.

Letters. No, dots.

“It’s your name in Braille.” You explained sweetly. Plucking her forefinger between your delicate digits, you guided it down the length of your sternum, elucidating, “Am-bes-sa Me-dar-da” , as more dots appeared beneath her fingertip.

“I was born with it engraved on my flesh.”

In silence, she considered this new-found knowledge.

“I, too, have a name on my body.” Her fingers unfurled atop your sternum, resting betwixt your soft breasts. Your heartbeat was a delightful throb beneath her palm.

“It’s yours.”

A deduction rather than a statement.

Then, her hips shifted involuntarily. For a moment, the fact that she was entirely sheathed inside you completely slipped her mind.

The slightest of movements had you gasping sharply, helplessly, brows collapsing, and only then did the gravity of the act truly register. Not only had she acted like a savage, her frustration was only fuelled, she admitted, when she had seen you with that twink of a man. She was rightfully unimpressed by the fact that you, who was so pleasing to the eye, would even be with that…whatever that was.

If she could, she would definitely have you for herself, and she was confident that you, too, would not be immune to her. They never did. So, once she had learnt that she could truly, truly have you, her long frayed restraint had snapped, bottled-up emotions reaching to a boil until they bursted. Having said that, the way she had taken you had not been ideal, especially not at all for your first time.

Perhaps, she should rein in her demanding desires for now. Medarda had waited for almost an eternity. What difference would another day or two make?

“I will pull it out, but it’s still going to hurt, little one.”

“No- I- I want you to take me.” She felt your legs closing around her hip, caging her in. When she gazed down at you, she found your cheeks a pretty peachy pink. “I want you. Please- Just- hah- give me a moment please.” Your pleas were a dangerous thing, and unable to resist any longer, her powerful hips did a playful wicked nudge.

It had a pleasant effect of knocking the breath right out of your lungs, “It’s- mngh!” , those saccharine lips falling open in a soft, little gasp.

Alright, Medarda decided, she could be merciful to you.

She trailed kisses up your body, purposefully licking the bulge that was visible on your belly, and you shuddered beneath her, little frame quavering in her hands. Her snakes thrummed and hummed with exhilaration, practically buzzing with excitement as she was.

Meanwhile, as massive hands held you on your ribcage, her lips gingerly caressed the tenderness of your breasts, teased the soft flesh with her razor-sharp fangs. Your nipples were like ripe, plump, berries ready to be plucked and eaten. She closed her lips around one, sucked it into her mouth, and you jolted, back arching, heals digging into her hips.

Once she had given ample attention to your chest, lavishing it with kisses and bites, nibbling the soft succulent flesh of your breasts that tasted as tender and delicious as their tantalising appearance, she noticed the faintest of movements in your hip. Deep inside, your folds fluttered around her, and the gorgon took it as a sign to start moving herself. Simultaneously, her hand found home on your delicate thigh, ample fingers sinking into silky smoothness, as she split you open with her cock. Your back arched into a delicious curve, chest pressing into her own, and she held you against her, strong arm looped around your back.

Medarda had seen a great many things in her life, from splendid renaissance paintings and sculptures to dazzling diamonds, glittering gold and mountains and mountains of jewels. And yet, this little fallen angel in her arms with her opal white eyes and forbidden fruit for lips put them to shame.

She had tasted many a delicacy, from different local cuisines to other more scandalous tidbits, but none of it compared to the heavenly flavour that lingered on her tongue after she had kissed your lips sanguine.

Likewise, as a warlord, she had won a great many battles, and yet, as absurd as it might sound, touching the parts of your body that no one else had touched, reaching into the depths of your body that no one else had set foot before, was a triumph like no other.

Delicate digits furled and unfurled on her chest while she pushed and pulled, each thrust sharper, harder, deeper, more invasive and more demanding than the last. Enveloped in your silky heat, and ravished by an explosion of sensations, it did not take long for Medarda to erupt inside you, pumping your little body, her sweet little mate, full of her copious essence. She could feel every twitch, every flutter, every throb, every little detail, and it was maddeningly overwhelming. Your bodies were joined in the most profound of ways, but at the same time, it was truly an out-of-body experience.

Even though the gorgon was yet to be satiated, for you were sapped dry of stamina, she had decided to let you rest. Without her even realising, her motive along the way had shifted from using you to her heart’s content to claiming you hers. Now that it had been accomplished, the idea of just lounging in bed did not sound too bad especially now that she had her little fallen angel in her arms.

However, when she saw a mixture of her essence and your blood oozing out of your cunt as she shifted to pull out of you, she did not like it, a snarl pulling her lips taut. Medarda wanted as much of her essence staying in her sweet mate as possible. So, she scooped it all up with the tip of her cock and quickly slipped herself back inside. You whimpered weakly, but almost instinctively, she cooed into your ears, and instantly, you calmed.

Whilst her tail coiled protectively around you, your dainty frame was cradled close to her bosoms. A pleased hum that flied past your lips tumbled like candy down the canals of her ears. When your lovely little face tucked into the nook of her neck and nuzzled her pulse, body melting into her embrace, the gorgon decided right then and there that she was never letting you go.

You were unquestionably, irrevocably hers, evidenced by the branded name lying atop your very heart as well as her potent seeds nestling deep inside your womb.

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bazaarwords · 1 year

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beatrice helping ava improve her handwriting?

snippets of ava and bea traveling to switzerland?

the immediate aftermath following their argument in the apartment and finding out mary died?

thanks for the prompts, anon! just a little something quick—i did the first one (and i may end up doing the others, or continuing this one... or both)

“Ava. Ava, what does this say?”

Ava is neck-deep in the cryptic knowledge of her brand-new recipe book, and can’t immediately look up. She’ll look, of course, eventually.

It’s Beatrice, and she’s always looking at Beatrice.

But right now she’s retreated into her mind palace where she can look for an ephemeral filing cabinet that’s hiding the definition for the word chuchichäschtli, which at this point she feels like she should know. They’ve been here for weeks and she isn’t completely fluent in Swiss German.

Pathetic, Ava, come on.

She’s almost found the file when a piece of stationary slides over the word she doesn’t know, and replaces it with—

“Eggs and milk,” she reads, “or maybe… milk and… okay. I was in a hurry. I also had oil on my hands from… damn, what was it?”

Beatrice takes the paper back and looks it over, closer this time. She worries at the inside of her cheek while she does this, which is very bad for Ava’s brain and its higher functions. Bad for all its functions, really. Ava’s noticed recently (because there is not a single thing she can’t notice about Beatrice, not a single thing she doesn’t want to) that she’s developed a number of nervous tics. Some are easy—a bouncing leg, wringing hands, pacing. Others are terrifying—repeatedly tossing a knife, repeatedly throwing a knife. More still are little things, things Ava is pretty sure no one else notices. She’s also pretty sure she doesn’t want anyone else to notice.

She’s been called impulsive and is, in fact, impulsive, so she follows the lesser of five unique impulses and reaches up to smooth a hand over Bea’s cheek.

Bea doesn’t turn her head, just cuts her eyes at Ava. It would scare her, but it does something else entirely.

“Your going to cut your mouth up if you keep doing that,” she says, a whopping ten times softer than she’d intended. “Which will suck for you because I'm trying to make the world's most delicious lemon tart.”

Not a tic, but another little thing Ava is predisposed to notice: Bea stands like someone’s attached a metal rod to her spine, and takes a sharp little breath. Ava has discovered through careful study (Beatrice is the only thing she studies carefully) that she does this to calibrate her senses. Usually, after Ava has done something stupid.

“We need to improve your handwriting,” Beatrice says, like nothing’s happened. “If we ever need you to send a missive or—“

As much as she’d wanted to live in the previous moment, Ava knows better. She laughs instead, moves right along. “I think I’m the last person you want as a pen pal.”

“It’s a valuable—it’s one of the most valuable life skills one can have, Ava. You can’t just… never write anything.”

“Well if you look carefully…” Here come the impulses again—she crowds Bea against the door frame to their kitchen (their kitchen is something she will put in one of those little filing cabinets, for later) and points down at her chicken scratch. “I did write something.”

Bea is like a stone pillar. “Legibility is a vitally important part of writing,” she says like she’s being forced.

Ava groans, as theatrically as she can physically manage. “Fine, Miss—huh. I don’t know your last name. How do—Bea, what’s your last name?” Beatrice is already in the other room. “Is it Jesus? Christ? You know, I never really figured out what the whole married to God thing—“

“Ava.” Beatrice says, absolutely a command, and Ava stops. Like a goofy little trained dog. Jesus. “Get a pen.”

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Redmayne plays the main villain, Balem Abrasax, the ruthless eldest son of an ultra-powerful family whose corporation produces an elixir of eternal life. If Jupiter Ascending were a normal movie, he would be an intimidating figure of stone-cold evil, like Darth Vader or Baron Harkonnen. But Jupiter Ascending couldn’t be normal if it tried, and as such Balem is a screaming inferno of deranged psychosexual camp.

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Redmayne delivers almost every line in a hoarse, breathless whisper, as though he’s trying to seduce someone through a crushed windpipe. His airbrush-smooth skin, glassy eyes, and puffy-lipped smile suggests a particularly self-obsessed plastic surgery addict. He swings wildly from narcotized calm to bug-eyed bursts of rage, with every line reading calibrated for maximum petulance. His voice cracks when he shrieks “go!” at his minion; when he declares “I create life!”, it cracks again, this time while he clutches at the air like Skeletor. When Jupiter Jones (Mila Kunis) confronts Balem for killing her mother (who is now reincarnated as Jupiter... it’s complicated), he gives her a big, soap opera-esque backhanded slap before choking out “how dare you?” with the histrionic verve of Faye Dunaway in Mommie Dearest. He somehow manages to overact plummeting to his death. It rules so hard.

we should go back to this actually!!!!

#.text #what the article skirts around is that he and his mom had the most psychosexual of rships #convinced in my heart of hearts that redacted was akio levels but as they say its ~ambiguous (its not)

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Tips for Properly Maintaining Your Carpentry Tools by Cecil Burton (Winnebago County, Illinois)

Cecil Eugene Burton Jr

Tips for Properly Maintaining Your Carpentry Tools by Cecil Burton (Winnebago County, Illinois)

Carpentry tools are essential assets for any woodworker, enabling precision and efficiency in crafting projects. However, like any valuable possessions, these tools require regular maintenance to ensure optimal performance and longevity. Neglecting maintenance not only diminishes their effectiveness but can also pose safety risks. In this blog, we'll delve into crucial tips by skilled craftsman Cecil Burton (Winnebago County, Illinois) for properly maintaining your carpentry tools, helping you preserve their functionality and reliability for years to come.

Regular Cleaning and Inspection

The cornerstone of tool maintenance is regular cleaning and inspection. After each use, diligently remove any sawdust, debris, or residue from your tools using a brush or compressed air. Inspect them for signs of damage, such as rust, dull blades, or loose handles. Addressing these issues promptly prevents minor problems from escalating into major repairs. Additionally, apply a light coat of lubricant to metal surfaces to prevent corrosion and ensure smooth operation.

Proper storage is equally important; store your tools in a dry environment away from moisture and extreme temperatures. Consider investing in a dedicated toolbox or wall-mounted organizer to keep them organized and protected from potential damage.

Sharpening Blades and Cutting Edges

Sharp blades and cutting edges are essential for precise cuts and efficient woodworking. Regularly sharpen your saw blades, chisels, and plane irons using appropriate sharpening tools such as sharpening stones or honing guides. Follow the manufacturer's guidelines for the correct sharpening angles and techniques to maintain the tool's integrity.

Avoid using dull or damaged blades, as they not only compromise the quality of your work but also increase the risk of accidents. A sharp tool requires less force to operate, reducing strain on both the tool and the user. Incorporate blade sharpening into your regular maintenance routine under the guidance of skilled craftsman like Cecil Burton (Winnebago County, Illinois) to ensure consistent performance and skilled craftsman results.

Rust Prevention and Removal

Rust is the bane of carpentry tools, causing deterioration and hindering functionality. Preventive measures such as storing tools in a dry environment and applying a protective coating can mitigate rust formation. However, if rust does appear, promptly address it to prevent further damage.

To remove rust, use a combination of abrasive tools such as sandpaper or steel wool, along with rust-removing solutions like vinegar or commercial rust removers. After removing the rust, thoroughly clean and dry the affected area before applying a protective coating. Regularly inspect your tools under the guidance of a skilled craftsman like Cecil Burton (Winnebago County, Illinois) for any signs of rust, especially after prolonged storage or exposure to moisture.

Handle Care and Maintenance

The handles of carpentry tools are often overlooked, yet they play a crucial role in ensuring comfort, control, and safety during use. Inspect handles regularly for cracks, splinters, or wear and tear, as these can compromise their integrity and pose hazards.

To maintain handles, clean them with a damp cloth and mild detergent to remove dirt and grime. Sand any rough spots or splinters, then apply a protective finish such as linseed oil or varnish to nourish the wood and enhance durability. Avoid exposing wooden handles to excessive moisture or prolonged sunlight, as these can cause warping or cracking. For tools with rubber or plastic handles, clean them with a mild solvent and avoid exposure to harsh chemicals or prolonged UV exposure.

Calibration and Adjustment

Precision is paramount in carpentry, and accurately calibrated tools are essential for achieving accurate measurements and cuts. Periodically calibrate your measuring tools such as squares, levels, and rulers to ensure their accuracy. Verify the alignment of saw blades, jointer knives, and planer blades to maintain precise cutting angles and dimensions.

If you notice any discrepancies or inconsistencies in your tools' performance, such as misaligned cuts or inaccurate measurements, promptly address them through calibration or adjustment. Consult the manufacturer's guidelines or seek assistance from experienced skilled craftsman like Cecil Burton (Winnebago County, Illinois) to ensure proper calibration techniques and optimal tool performance.

Proper Storage

Store your carpentry tools in a dry environment to prevent rust and corrosion. Use a toolbox or a designated storage cabinet to keep them organized and protected from moisture and dust. Consider using silica gel packets or a dehumidifier in the storage area to control humidity levels. Avoid storing tools in direct sunlight or near sources of heat, as this can damage their handles and blades. Proper storage not only extends the lifespan of your tools but also makes them readily accessible when needed.

Proper maintenance is the cornerstone of preserving the functionality and longevity of your carpentry tools. By incorporating these tips by skilled craftsman like Cecil Burton (Winnebago County, Illinois) into your maintenance routine, you can ensure optimal performance, safety, and reliability in your woodworking endeavors. Remember to clean and inspect your tools regularly, sharpen blades, prevent rust formation, care for handles, and calibrate equipment as needed. With diligent maintenance, your carpentry tools will remain invaluable assets for years to come, enabling you to tackle woodworking projects with precision and confidence.

#Cecil Eugene Burton Jr

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Exotic Labradorite Slabs From Precious Gem Surfaces

The inherent beauty of labradorite slabs is abundant. The stone looks smooth and comes in both light and dark colours. It is frequently used in ornamental items for homes and workplaces, including pendants, earrings, cabochons, and pendants. Labradorite slabs can be used for things besides jewellery too. They can be utilised, for instance, to develop gorgeous interiors. The inherent beauty of labradorite slabs is abundant. The stone looks smooth and comes in both light and dark colours. It is frequently used in ornamental items for homes and workplaces, including pendants, earrings, cabochons, and pendants. Labradorite slabs can be used for things besides jewellery too.

When designing interiors with diffusers for natural light, interior designers frequently utilise slabs of labradorite. Diffusers of natural light are things or pieces in a space that take in ambient light and reflect it upward to enrich the ambiance of the space. Diffusers of natural light are advantageous for the occupants of places like hospitals, restaurants, and offices. In addition, by simulating the effects of sunlight on the walls and furnishings, the usage of natural light diffusers in homes can raise a space's degree of comfort. Wool is incorporated into design elements like carpets and upholstery for natural light diffusers. Additionally, slabs of labradorite can be used as diffusers for natural light inside various design components to add to the décor.

Due to its remarkable optical qualities, including high transmittance and high opacity, labradorite is frequently utilised as a natural light diffuser. Transmittance, also known as the brightness factor of a slab of labradorite, is the ratio of the amount of sunlight that goes through the slab to the amount of sunlight that it reflects. The percentage of ambient light that may travel through a slab is determined by its opacity factor, which describes how dark a slab appears in direct sunshine. Labradorite's high opacity and transmittance make it the perfect material for making diffusers for natural light because they increase both brightness parameters while absorbing extra ambient light from windows or artificial sources like lamps and torches.

The Labradorite slab is not only a strong stone, but it can also turn any area into a stunning work of art. One of the top producers of labradorite slabs in India, JSB Stones offers a vast selection of the highest calibre slabs to all of its customers.

In essence, labradorite is a hard stone that is widely employed in modern slab and surface manufacturing. Since labradorite absorbs excess indoor lighting while also reflecting some indoor lighting upward toward our eyes, it is also utilised to form a natural light diffuser within the body.

Due to this characteristic, labradorite provides a perfect decorative element for rooms that are designed to be functional rather than busy or overly adorned. This type of stone is frequently used by designers to create modern interior designs since its geometric patterns mirror current trends and, at the same time, raise the ambiance level of the space thanks to its natural attributes.

Additionally, because they absorb excess indoor lighting while also reflecting some of it upward towards our eyes like a mirror, slabs of labradorite are also utilised to produce a natural light diffuser within the body. Due to this characteristic, labradorite makes a perfect decorative element for rooms that emphasise comfort above chaotic or overly adorned aesthetics. This sort of stone is frequently used by designers to create warm, cosy home environments since its smooth appearance goes with the majority of current interior design trends.

Due to its distinctive qualities, such as their high brightness factor, high opacity factor, and capacity to diffuse artificial indoor lighting up into our eyes—making them perfect for constructing natural light diffusers—labradorite slabs have several uses in interior design. Therefore, these lovely stones are unquestionably deserving additions to any designer's toolkit!

One can see the typical texture and feature of this slab as well as the brilliance and brightness of this brilliant stone slab. A great selection of labradorite slabs are produced and supplied by JSB Stones in India. The aura is balanced, protected, and sealed from energy leaks by this stone, which is also a shield against many harmful energies. This stone may bring out the best in people, making it a good choice for the workplace. If you are finding the best Labradorite slab Manufacturers, Get it touch with Precious gem surfaces.

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Why Calibration Services are Essential for Houston Businesses?

Calibration Services in Houston, Texas are crucial because of multiple factors:

Quality Confirmation: Exact estimations are fundamental for keeping up with top-notch principles. Adjustment guarantees that estimation instruments are precise and solid, limiting the gamble of broken items arriving at the market. Industry Consistence: Numerous businesses, like aviation, car, and clinical, have explicit estimation prerequisites. Calibration Services fulfill these industry guidelines, guarantee consistency, and stay away from punishments or legitimate issues. Process Productivity: In assembling and creating processes, precise estimations are vital for ideal effectiveness. Calibration administrations ensure that instruments are aligned to their particular prerequisites, empowering smooth tasks and forestalling exorbitant personal time. Productivity: Exact estimations add to cost control and benefit. Alignment administrations assist organizations with staying away from the abuse of assets, decreasing squandering, and improving creation yield.

The Job of Rock Surface Plates in Adjustment Granite surface plates are broadly utilized in adjustment administrations for their staggering dependability and levelness. These plates are produced using strong stone, known for its unbending nature and protection from wear. Here's the reason rock surface plates are fundamental in adjustment:

Soundness: Stone has great dependability, forestalling any mutilation or twisting because of temperature changes or outer variables. This dependability guarantees exact estimations, as the surface plate stays unaffected by outer powers. Evenness: Rock surface plates are carefully created to be very level, frequently accomplishing surface evenness inside millionths of an inch. This degree of levelness is pivotal for exact estimations, particularly for accuracy instruments. Wear Opposition: Stone is profoundly impervious to wear, making it reasonable for long-haul use in adjustment administrations. The strength of stone surface plates guarantees that estimations stay exact over a lengthy period, lessening the requirement for incessant recalibration. Non-Attractive Property: Rock is non-attractive, permitting accuracy instruments to work without impedance from attractive powers. This property is especially valuable while adjusting attractive instruments or devices. With these characteristics, rock surface plates give a solid and steady reference surface for adjustment professionals, ensuring exact estimations for a great many instruments.

The Course of Calibration Service The adjustment interaction includes a few moves toward guaranteeing precise estimations. Here is an outline of the ordinary adjustment administration process:

Assessment: Alignment specialists assess the instrument's present status and usefulness. They distinguish any issues or deviations from the necessary principles. Change: If vital, professionals make acclimations to bring the instrument's readings inside the adequate reach. This step guarantees that the estimations are precise and dependable. Calibration Testing: The instrument is then exposed to a progression of adjustment tests utilizing recognizable guidelines and reference instruments. The specialist thinks about the readings of the instrument being adjusted with the known upsides of the guidelines. Results Examination: The alignment results are completely dissected to recognize any errors or deviations. Any expected remedies or changes are made given this examination. Alignment Testament: Upon effective alignment, a declaration is given, giving point-by-point data about the instrument, the alignment interaction, and the outcomes. This testament fills in as confirmation of consistency with industry principles. By depending on proficient adjustment benefits and using stone surface plates, organizations can accomplish solid and precise estimations, prompting further developed efficiency and productivity.

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Aidenous smiled and held up the clear stone for her, it was polished to be entire clearly.

"These can be calibrated to do whatever you wish."

Estelle took the one in Aidioneus's hand and moved through it in her hand.

"I've always wondered how they get polished."

Leesan looked it over, fingers running over the smooth surface. Aidenous hummed and set the last stone in the bracelet he'd made for Persephone, twisting the clasp around her wrist.

It would remind her of his love and adoration of her. He shrugged and looked back to his new family.

"You'll need to ask my father. I know the locals mine it. We probably have more skilled artisans who actually refine the -"

"Locals? You mean the prisoners in Kavalla and Endovier?"

Leesan took the peice from Estelle's fingers setting to down. Aidenous stiffened but shrugged.

"We prefer the term locals. Most were born here -"

"Right because they can't leave right?"

"They were tried and found guilty Leesan. What other justice do you wish for them? Death? At least this time they could be useful -"

Leesan eyes flashed and he leaned over the table, his knuckles wrapping in time with his words.

"My father was born here. He escaped, barely survived the slave ship when it crashed in Doranelle -"

"Where he was Turned and became a King right? So his story had a good ending from where it began yes?"

"Not everything is about power -"

Aidenous copied his pose, leaning toward him.

"Spoken like someone who grew up in power."

//AHHHHHHHHHHHHH//

Persephone was delighted at how well he was blending with her family, with how the relationships were building with her siblings. It was important to her that the most important people in her life got along, that her sisters and brothers approved of him as much as their parents did. She felt Aidenous had gone beyond what she could have ever expected, he was more than she ever thought she would have in a mate.

She remained close to his side as she watched him work, as she watched him put in place the stone into the bracelet. The effect and time he had spent on this, she smiled softly as she rose her hand for him to secure it - there was no need for words.

Her smile only faded when the conversation began to shift. She had heard of the prisons, they all had from a young age. Their parents had not hidden the darkest aspects of the world from them, but she had believed that those there had been there fairly.

As the tensions rose and Leesan began to ask more questions, she noticed her sister’s body language change. Tension, discomfort. When they met eyes she knew exactly at that moment where her sister’s mind was going - she loved her dearly, but she knew she could not join her on this.

Estelle moved closer to her mate, her fingers gently brushed against his arm in an attempt to ground him in that moment. There was much about his family she was still learning, things he had been opening up about. This was one of the topics they hadn’t covered yet.

She could see where Aidenous was coming from with the fact that his father’s story had a good ending, but that didn’t excuse the start. Leesan’s father was born in a prison, he had not committed a crime.

“I understand you say the trials are fair and those there are for their crimes, justice. But those born there…how can a child suffer for the sins of a parent?” She asked Aidenous. “Do the children not deserve the right to be free?”

#Muse | Persephone #Muse | Estelle

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The Wonders of Wire Saw Machines

In the world of industrial tools and machinery, wire saw machines stand out as marvels of engineering. These incredible machines are used for cutting hard materials like stone, metal, and other substances with precision and efficiency. Behind the scenes, the creation of wire saw machines involves intricate processes and skilled craftsmanship that bring these powerful tools to life.

Understanding Wire Saw Machines

Wire saw machines are utilized in various industries, from construction to manufacturing. Picture a tool that resembles a large, sophisticated version of a common wire cutter you might use at home. Instead of just slicing through paper or small materials, wire saw machines employ a high-tension wire coated with abrasive particles to cut through robust materials.

The Manufacturing Process

Design and Planning

The journey of Wire Saw Machine Manufacturer starts with meticulous planning and design. Engineers and designers collaborate to create blueprints that define the machine's structure, capabilities, and functions. They consider factors like the intended materials for cutting, dimensions, and required precision.

Material Selection

High-quality materials are crucial for constructing durable and resilient wire saw machines. Components like the frame, wire guides, tensioning systems, and motors demand materials that can withstand high tension and stress during operation.

Precision Assembly

Assembly of a wire saw machine involves intricate steps where each component is carefully fitted and connected. The tensioning system, responsible for maintaining the wire's appropriate tension, requires precise calibration. Bearings, gears, and motors are integrated to ensure smooth and accurate cutting operations.

Integration of Control Systems

Modern wire saw machines often incorporate advanced control systems for enhanced precision. These systems regulate variables like wire tension, speed, and cutting parameters, ensuring optimal performance and safety during operation.

The Role of Skilled Craftsmanship

Craftsmanship plays a pivotal role in the manufacturing of wire saw machines. Skilled technicians and machinists meticulously work on components, ensuring they meet exact specifications and quality standards. Their expertise is vital in achieving the precision necessary for these machines to perform flawlessly.

Innovation and Advancements

Continuous innovation drives the evolution of wire saw machines. Manufacturers consistently research and develop new techniques, materials, and technologies to enhance cutting efficiency, accuracy, and safety. Advancements in automation and computer-controlled systems have revolutionized these machines, making them more user-friendly and efficient.

Quality Assurance

Before a wire saw machine leaves the manufacturing facility, rigorous quality checks and testing take place. These tests ensure that every component functions correctly and that the machine meets stringent quality standards. Only after passing these assessments is the machine deemed ready for market distribution.

The Impact on Industries

Wire saw machines have significantly impacted various industries. In construction, they enable precise cutting of large stone blocks for architectural purposes. In manufacturing, they facilitate the creation of intricate metal parts. Their versatility has made them indispensable in fields requiring precision cutting of hard materials.

ConclusionWire saw machines, the unsung heroes of industrial machinery, owe their excellence to the symphony of engineering, craftsmanship, and innovation. As these marvels transform industries with their precision and efficiency, the Kashdra Group stands proudly as a cornerstone in their creation. From conception to crafting, Kashdra Group's commitment to quality and innovation shapes these powerful tools that redefine the boundaries of material manipulation. As technology advances, the Kashdra Group continues to lead, driving remarkable innovations in wire saw machines and shaping the world around us.

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A Highland Song Review (Nintendo Switch OLED)

For this A Highland Song Review, To reach the sea, Moira must first cross the Scottish Highlands—a wilderness of paths, peaks, shortcuts, dangers, and song. For fifteen years, Moira McKinnon has lived with her mum in a small house on the edge of the Scottish Highlands. Then one day she receives a letter from her Uncle Hamish urging her to come to the coast. If she can reach his lighthouse for Beltane, a wonderful surprise will be waiting...

A Highland Song Review Pros:

- Beautiful hand-drawn graphics. - 1.2GB download size. - Platformer gameplay. - Best experienced with headphones. - Music calibration tool. - Gameplay and accessibility options - trip less when running to music, never flail while climbing, easier music rhythms, single jump button only, and weather and environment (mild/moderate/harsh) - In-game cutscenes. - Excellent voice work. - Platformer gameplay. - 2D perspective. - The camera can be zoomed in and out. - Fantastic locations and vistas to admire as you play. - The world is multi-layered so you can go into different layers like into the background or to the foreground. - The map fills in as you play and mark things. - Play how you want. - The story unfolds as you play. - Rest and sleep when you want to regain health but comfort is important and if you are uncomfortable you get less health. - Multiple routes happen all the time from paths to ledges. - Full day and night cycle with weather effects. - A chilled game. - Anything shiny is either something Interactive or a point of interest to mark on your map. - Multiple choice encounters and questions. - Find little mini-game-style sequences like stone skipping. - You can run out of breath and have to stop to compose yourself. - Discoveries get marked down in your notebook. - You get ever so slight help with markings. - Climbing and running can have you running out of breath. - Find resting spots. - It pays to explore and check out everywhere you can. - Really clever level design. - Puzzle elements throughout. - Simple controls. - Sleeping or resting will advance time and change the weather in real-time. - Very accessible. - Find and climb up all the peaks. - You get told when you last saved when you quit out. - Rhythm action platformer sections with the deer actually make you stronger so you can run and climb for longer. - You can find shortcuts and ways to change the layout of the world. - When asleep you can ask questions and get new discoveries. - Find the map locations marked (you get visual and audible feedback) to get new paths and name locations. - Items can be found and used in situations as a solution. - The game just compels you to keep going as every new discovery or shortcut is so rewarding. - You cannot die, if a fall would take you out then you simply respawn before. - The overall goal of the game is to make it to the lighthouse for the special event. - At the end of a run (when you make it) you get a breakdown of how many peaks and map pieces you found and used along with how many days it took you. - Each time you start again you keep all map shortcuts, discovered peaks, and items collected. - You Learn and earn every time you play a new run and it's fascinating to see how different and deep this world actually is. - Every subsequent playthrough feels new and unique even when retreading old ground. - The level design is fascinating in that you are always looking at peaks, shortcuts, and more. - A great handheld game. A Highland Song Review Cons: - The performance in docked mode is not always smooth. - It's not always clear where and when you can change between the layers of the game world. - She is very vocal and noisy. - It's not very good at explaining itself and helping with things like map marking and traversal in general. - I got stuck a few times. - It's a lot of going back and forth and learning where to go. - You don't get to move the camera around outside of the designated viewpoints. - Learning and marking the map pieces you find is really difficult with not great feedback. - You never feel like or know when you are making actual progress. Related Post: Salt And Sacrifice Review (Nintendo Switch OLED) A Highland Song: Official website. Developer: inkle (inklestudios.com) Publisher: inkle (inklestudios.com) Store Links - Nintendo Read the full article

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10 Types of Recycling Machines

Every day, our persistent production of waste products poses major environmental and health risks in all nations. Poor waste management practices and indiscriminate, improper residential litter disposal practices have made significant contributions to environmental degradation and ecological decline.

Recognising the potential harm caused by waste, nations and businesses urge appropriate rubbish recycling to reduce the amount of trash dumped in landfills and other locations that could contaminate the environment. A good waste management system also lowers carbon emissions since recycling requires less energy than producing new goods to replace what has been used and thrown away.

Additionally, recycling is a lucrative industry. People can find a lot of jobs thanks to it. You are creating jobs for people, whether you are constructing a sizable processing facility using labelling or decorating machines for recycling waste or a tiny cooperative enterprise in the neighbourhood to come up with innovative ways to reuse and recycle trash.

Recycling is the only alternative for these materials because the government also forbids the disposal of some wastes in landfills. Businesses and landfill sites must manage waste and trash on a continual basis; thus, they prefer to use waste recycling machines for their convenience.

Following are some types of recycling equipment and their intended uses:

1. Bag Opener

With the use of this device, bags can be opened without needing to be cut, preserving the contents. Due to this machine’s modular design, you can modify it to accommodate different bag types and sizes.

2. Conveyor Belts

Conveyor belts are a permanent fixture in any manufacturing or processing facility of industrial calibre. This recycling machine is crucial for moving raw materials between processing units and for moving finished goods from the processing facility to the packing area. The conveyor belt will automatically and effectively move whatever is needed.

3. Separators

Its function is to separate various waste or garbage types; it is also known as a sorting machine. To distinguish the different waste types and separate them from the others, use a disc screener or filter. This machine may be altered to filter various kinds of trash, making it very adaptable. It can be used to sort wood from stones, get rid of liquids, or separate metals from other materials.

4. Universal Shredder

For recycling, shredders are very necessary. The device is in charge of shredding the waste into more manageable pieces. Before transferring waste to another processing recycling machines, whether it be plastic, paper, or another type of waste, it is crucial to cut it up first.

5. Baling Press

A baling press is a crucial piece of recycling machines. They compress trash into bundles or bales that are firmly packed. After initial processing, trash is frequently retained in storage or compressed into bales for shipment to another facility to finish the recycling process.

6. Paper Refiner

A paper refiner would be essential to a recycling facility that specialises in recycling paper in order to ensure that the completed product is of the highest calibre. By improving the fibres’ ability to bind with one another, a paper refiner improves the strength and smoothness of recycled paper.

7. Granulators

This device crushes or chops garbage into minute particles or granules. Waste products produced by labelling or decorating machines in granule form are simpler to move or store. Before moving on to the next procedure, it could also be essential to grind the components into granules.

8. Rotatory Shears

This recycling machines has a double-shaft crusher, a high torque motor, and a moderate rotational speed. It is perfect for shredding large amounts of wire, plastic, metal, and other debris into smaller bits.

9. Reel Splitters

Both a mechanical and a hydraulic version of this machine are available. It is employed to split the paper product from the core and cut troublesome or flawed paper reels. Following separation and cutting, the paper will go through another procedure to finish recycling. Some reel splitters can also be set up to cut aluminium reels in addition to paper. Additionally, it can be used to cut compressed bundles of raw materials in bales.

10. Centrifuge Separator

This machine is perfect for plastic-specific recycling processing facilities. It is employed to tidy up, dry, and sort various kinds of crushed plastic materials. The centrifuge separator’s rotor rotates at a speed of 1,500 revolutions per minute. On the other hand, the perforated trommel moves anticlockwise. While the lighter non-plastic items and water are separated through the perforated trommel and discarded, the heavy plastic will sink to the bottom.

To Conclude,

The broad range of recycling machines covered in this overview exemplifies waste management innovation and a dedication to sustainability. These machines, which include everything from plastic shredders to can crushers, are crucial to the recycling process because they reduce waste, conserve resources, and have little adverse environmental impact. They demonstrate a global effort to address the issues of waste management and climate change. They show an international initiative to deal with the problems of waste management and climate change. Industries and communities may promote responsible consumption and waste reduction, contribute to a cleaner, greener future, and invest in recycling equipment by embracing technology. This will ensure a more sustainable and environmentally friendly earth for future generations.

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