#Bearings Maintenance Tips

[nbpbearings]

Discover essential maintenance strategies for optimizing the longevity of your truck's hub bearings. Explore expert-recommended tips to ensure smooth operations and extend the lifespan of your vehicle's crucial components.

[an-excellent-choice]

Head canon where one morning Gale comes out of his tent with not one, not two but three hickeys high on his neck. High enough that a high collared robe couldn't cover it.

Everybody in camp hoots and hollers at Gale all morning while he preps and cooks breakfast for everybody.

Karlach laughs at Gale and waggles her eyebrows at him about having a hot night.

Laezel clucks her tongue but does say that such marks are a great sign of companionship(romantic)

Halsin agrees with Lae'zel and deems it romantic to bear a lover's mark.

Wyll will have a teasing remark "A romance for the ages". He also teases that Gale will need to reciprocate these marks with a necklace or earring(maybe even a ring) to have a more constant sign of one's love to keep up with Tav

Gale blusters and blurts out that he doesn't mind the maintenance of such marks.

Astarion and Shadowheart definitely will be tag teaming Gale with snarky teasing. How marks like this are a sign of a possessive, passionate and insatiable lover. How could Gale ever keep up.

They use this as an opening to start giving lewd tips that Gale is adamant he doesn't need but he doesn't make any other attempt to silence them.

Everybody in camp are having a fun time teasing a blushing Gale when Tav stumbles out of Gale's tent just as breakfast has finished cooking.

Bleary and half asleep Tav plops down on a log near Gale. Astarion is about to make a teasing remark about Tav doing most of the work last night when they finally look at Tav's outfit

The first thing they notice is the shirt that's mostly unbuttoned, giving everybody an eyeful of Tav's cleavage and skin they don't usually show.

The second thing they notice is dozens of hickeys and bitemarks littered across Tav's neck and chest.

[creepycranberry]

Same people different circumstances: Pt 2

Pt 1

Warnings: not proofread, baby babble, flying toys, fluff, not proofread

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You and Eddie had fallen into a rhythm, he came over most weeknights for dinner and would sometimes stay over when he accidentally stayed too late.

He would usually sleep on the couch or on the recliner chair in the nursery if Winnie was being particularly fussy. It was nice to have him around again, though the question of what your relationship was hung heavy over the both of you. You ignored it for the most part but late afternoons were spent watching Winnie and Eddie exist together like it was so natural and sometimes, just for a moment, you let yourself believe that nothing had ever happened. This was just how things were, this was the life you got to live.

Eddie had been around plenty of kids, but this was slightly different. Because babies weren’t technically yet kids. Steve’s son was about three months younger than Winnie. He wasn’t talking yet, he said baby babble and that was it.

Winnie had certain words down.

Her new favorite being “no.”

Every opportunity she had to use this new fancy word she took. Whether it was a whine over it being bedtime or a simple answer to a question or a shriek when bath time inevitably came around, no was said. No was said with such vigor that somehow it managed to cancel out the no’s she was told by you and Eddie.

And a no mixed with her now being able to walk was almost impossible to deal with at times.

It was a bath time tantrum that caused a slight emotional breakdown for you.

Eddie had a date tonight, which already put you in a somewhat sour mood, despite the fact that you were the one to suggest it.

You felt bad that he was giving you so much of his life, and while he didn’t mind it was eating away at you. You guys weren’t a couple and you weren’t exactly at a point in life where dating was a priority and you wanted him to be able to have fun and go out. It wasn’t fair that you keep him with you to help take care of your kid.

So he was out with Delia, who he had met at work when she went to get some maintenance done on her car.

You had found her number in his wallet when grabbing some cash to tip a pizza guy the other week and you had encouraged him to call her.

And now both you and your daughter were in a sour mood due to his absence.

She had already all but refused her dinner, but what she did decide to eat was mushed into her shirt so you had told her it was time for a bath And now you were sitting on your bathroom floor while Winnie repeatedly said, “no mommy! No baf!” While she played with her bath toys on the floor.

“Come on, baby, please?”

She shook her head, her signature pout finding its way to her lips as she began to cry in frustration.

“No baf mommy!” She insisted and you sighed.

“What do I have to do to get you to take a bath, Winnie-Bear?” You asked and she huffed.

“No Baf!” She reiterated and you groaned.

“Come on, baby, take a bath and then we can watch Bambi or Eeyore and then Eddie will be here to put you to bed and tuck you in and read you a story.” Winnie shakes her head again, “Winifred Lane you need to take a bath!” You snap and her bottom lip juts out and she begins sniffling.

“I’m sorry, baby, I just need you to-“ you’re interrupted by a Little People Horse figurine hitting you in the eye.

“Mean mommy.” She wails.

You can’t help but cry too.

Throwing was another addition she had discovered recently but she hadn’t quite gotten the concept of aim. It was likely she hadn’t meant I throw it at you, she was just frustrated and didn’t know what to do with it.

And the rational part of you knows that but the shock of it causes you to start crying too, covering your eye.

You simply stand up, trying to hide your misty eyes from Winnie as you walk out of the bathroom, leaving her standing there, wailing.

And That was the moment Eddie just had to walk through the door.

“What’s Wrong? Where’s Winnie?” He asks immediately, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe the tears from your cheeks but you don’t want it. You’re too overwhelmed, you don’t want to be touched or talked to or to hear your baby sobbing from the other room.

So you just point to the bathroom and then walk around him.

When Eddie goes into the bathroom Winnie is red in the face and crying so hard she can barely breathe.

“Aw, sweetheart.” He mumbles, “breaking my heart.”

He sits on the floor by her and holds out his arms, she climbs into his lap and sobs into his chest. He tries to sooth her the best he can, patting her back and humming ‘Winnie Lane is in my ears and in my eyes’

He stands to pace around the small bathroom, continuing to pat her back.

“What’s wrong, girlie?” He asks her.

“Me-mean mommy.” She sobs.

Eddie shakes his head, “she’s not mean, baby, she’s just tired. I think you’re a little tired too.”

The mere suggestion makes her worse, “no daddy! No bed!”

Eddie freezes, “you don’t have to go to bed yet, baby.”

She looks up at him with her red face and dramatic pout and Eddie melts, holding her as close as possible, “and I’m Eddie. Not Daddy. I know they sound similar but they aren’t-“

“No.” She shakes her head, still hiccuping a little but calmed at the knowledge that she’s not yet being sent to bed. She points a chubby finger at his chest, “daddy.”

She says it like it’s the most obvious thing.

“Sweetheart, why are you calling me that?” Eddie smiles.

“Mamá Lena.”

The old Cuban woman must have just assumed. She had always liked Eddie so it made sense he supposed.

“Do you want to color?” He asks her, changing the subject in hopes of distracting her so he can check on you.

She nods and almost throws herself out of his arms.

He sets her up in her high chair with a coloring book and some crayons, helping her pick out a coloring page before quietly heading down the hall to the bedroom.

The lights are off but Eddie can make out the faint outline of the bundle of blankets on the bed, the unmistakable snuffles coming from it make his heart squeeze.

“Sweetheart?” He coos softly to you but you just sniffle again. He sits on the bed, kicking his shoes off before putting his feet on the bed cause he knows it drives you crazy, “come on, can you sit up for me?” He reaches to the nightstand and flicks on the lamp.

You peek your head out of the blanket and he frowns at your tear streaked cheeks and at the one eye that seems redder than the other.

“What happened, sweetheart?” Eddie says softly, wiping away your tears with his thumb and moving your hair out of your face.

“She just got so upset, I just wanted her to take a bath but she was fussing and whining and I snapped at her and she started to cry and she threw a toy at me and it kind of shocked me and I just couldn’t do it and then you got here and I must’ve looked like the worst mom in the world but I just-“

“Hey,” he scooches closer to hold you better and you rest your forehead on his bicep,”you’re a great mom, you just got a little overwhelmed and I wasn’t here to help like normal, it’s okay.”

You scrunch your eyebrows together, “why are you back so early?”

Eddies eyes widen and he avoids your gaze, “just got tired.”

“Eddie.”

He sighs, “I hated it. She was great, she was fun to talk to but then I just kept talking about Winnie and I hated leaving the two of you here and disrupting Winnie’s normal and by the end she just told me to go home.”

“I’m sorry.” You mumble, picking at your thumb nail.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I feel like I somehow ruined your date.”

“You did no such thing.” Eddie sighs, “and from what I can tell it’s good that I came home when I did. Apparently all hell breaks loose when I leave for too long.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, allowing yourself to lean into him a little bit more, “we did miss you though.”

“I missed you, too. Let’s get some ice on your eye.”

“It’s fine, Ed's, it's not even that bad.” You shrug, wiping your nose with your sleeve.

“Nope. Just in case.” Eddie stands up and holds your hands to pull you up into a standing position.

You groan but get up and he holds your hand all the way down the hall.

“Mommy!” Winnie’s little arms reach out to you and you pick her up, holding her close.

“Hey, Winnie-girl.”

Eddie walks up to the both of you with a cold pack, inspecting your eye, “she’s got quite the arm. Should sign her up for softball.”

“And let her get a concussion or sprain her ankle? Over my dead body.”

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head, holding the ice pack to your eye. Winnie reaches out to see what he’s got, jumping at the temperature.

“It’s cold, Winnie-bear.” Eddie informs her, using your nickname for her.

The three of you migrate to the couch, Eddie holding Winnie, “she still needs a b-a-t-h.” You sigh.

“Maybe it’ll go smoother with the both of us.” Eddie offers and you shrug.

“Maybe. Hey Winnie? How about that bath, baby?”

Immediately she pouts, looking at Eddie to save her. When he doesn’t do anything she wraps her little arms around his neck and holds on tight, trying to distract him with a cuddle.

“Come on, after your bath I can read you a story and we can cuddle in your chair.” Eddie says and she shakes her head, “well then I guess you don’t want the new story I got you.” He sighs, “oh well. Maybe I can it read it to mommy since you wrong want to-“

“Baf, mommy?” Winnie perks up and you smile.

“Come on baby.”

She lets you give her a bath and dry her off. She picks out her pajamas and then pulls herself up into her chair, looking at Eddie expectantly, “sto-y, daddy?”

You look at Eddie with raised eyebrows, “daddy?”

“Uh, yeah I uh- miss Lena said something I guess. I tried to correct her earlier but she said no and-”

“So long as you stick around I don’t give a damn what she calls you.” You assure him, leaning your head into his shoulder, “that’s all up to her.”

Eddie nods and maintains eye contact with you until Winnie lets out an impatient huff.

“I’m coming, Winnie Lane.” He smiles, swooping her up into his arm and attacking her chubby cheek with little kisses.

You leave so he can put her to bed.

——-

After about a half hour Eddie wanders into your room, eyes slightly droopy. You scorch over to give him room and he flops down on the bed next to you.

“Come here often?” He quips, laying on his side with his head resting on his hand.

You laugh and shake your head, “not at all.”

“Damn. So I just got lucky, huh?”

“I guess so.” You shrug.

“How’s your eye?”

“It’s alright. It doesn’t hurt. I don’t think it will bruise.”

“That’s good.”

“How was the date other than what you told me?” You inquire and Eddie exhales deeply, leaning back onto your headboard.

“It wasn’t bad. She was fun to talk to, the restaurant was nice. She could just tell that I had missed you and Winnie and she was sweet about it, but she told me that maybe dating wasn’t something I wanted to do right now.” He explains and you nod.

“So I guess you’re done with dating for the moment?”

“No.” Eddie shakes his head and you involuntarily pout.

“What do you mean? You said you hated leaving Winnie and that you just needed to-”

“Well I figure if I’m dating Winnie’s mom I’ll get to see her more.” He shrugs, a sly grin overtaking his features.

You pause slightly for a moment, you feel the blush creep into your cheeks and you have to really try not to stutter when you clarify, “Was that an ask out?”

“Depends on whether or not you’d say yes.” Eddie smiles, fiddling with his rings.

“yes.” You say a bit too quickly for you liking, “I mean- yeah, sure.” You think for a second more, “but if it doesn’t work out you have to still be there for Winnie. I would forgive my-“

“I'm not gonna leave you sweetheart. And I would never dream of leaving her.” Eddie reassures you, pulling you closer into him and kissing the top of your head.

He doesn’t say the rest of what he’s thinking, which is that he had spent a year just wishing to have you back. There was no chance he would be letting you go anytime soon, or ever.

You nod and look up at him, wide eyed and smiley.

He looks back at you the same way and leans down, kissing you on the cheek.

You pout a little and Eddie smiles, knowing where Winnie got that habit from, “what?”

“Eddie?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can you grow a pair and kiss me for real?” You sigh and Eddie laughs.

“Nothing I’d rather do, sweet girl.”

He leans down and brushes your lips with his, you can feel his grin and smell his cologne and shampoo.

You wanted to bathe in that smell, to have it around you all the time.

And Eddie would gladly make sure you could always have right there with you. He would always make sure that he was right there with you.

[yunoclips]

Sub!Haechan HC's

A handful. VERY high maintenance. He knows what he wants and what makes him feel good.

Doesn't mind topping you but it's not his favorite. He cums super fast. He also just doesn't like doing the work. He must admit though...he does like it when you flip him over and ride him into a drooling , mindless mess after he comes without permission.

Definitely prefers to get fucked. He's a pillow princess after all.

Likes getting fucked hard and fast when he's really energetic. It drains his energy and makes him really tired.

He doesn't mind getting fucked slow though , it's a nice change of pace.

If you don't give him what he wants , he turns things upside down.

Leaving cum stains on your sheets , sending you pics of his gaping lubed up hole while you're outside. Just absolutely destructive.

One time you had came home after a long day of work. Only to find Haechan passed out on the bed with a thick dildo stuffed in his ass. Cum leaking out of his red tip. You were upset to say the least. When he finally woke up he had explained to you that he did that because you didn't fuck him the night before. What a brat.

Very loud. He cries a lot and barley ever groans. Every thing is high pitched whines and grueling mewls that almost sound like he's in pain but no... that's just you hitting his prostate.

When you suck him off he doesn't enjoy when you deep throat him. He's not too big in size and it doesn't really do much for him. If you wanna get him going alternate between sucking his tip and balls. Make sure you have a finger or two curled in his ass.

Doesn't like that much talking during sex, he likes to hear himself. He thinks his sounds are really hot.

Suck on his thighs while jerking him off and he cums hard.

Usually cums cross eyed with his nose scrunched up tightly.

He actually prefers oil over lube. Something about the wetness of it.

Prefers getting fucked in missionary so he can rub his hand in circles over his slit.

Cum on his face. He like's to rub it over his lips and then lick it.

His big brown teddy bear must be present at all times. He needs it when things get really intense.

No cock cages for him.

Likes wearing knee high socks during sex, He thinks it accentuates his hips.

His nipples are VERY sensitive. One time your hand accidentally brushed over one of his hard nipples and he came instantly.

He actually loves masturbating by playing with both of his nipples.

Loves giving you head. One time he fell asleep between your thighs.

The room must be cold if you're gonna fuck. He sweats a lot.

He actually enjoys fucking with the lights on.

Put some fingers in his mouth when he's talking a bit too much , it'll shut him right up.

Pull his hair when you're fucking him from behind. He likes that.

His safeword is bear.

Needs high maintenance after care.

Start with cuddling and positive affirmations. Just make him feel really special.

Then run him a nice bath with therapeutic bath salts. It relaxes his sore muscles.

After you're all dried up and clean ordering take out is a MUST.

He's such a fun sub!

[rmelster]

—𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇: 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈:

❝Son of man, behold, I take away from thee the desire of thy eyes with a stroke: yet neither shalt thou mourn nor weep, neither shall thy tears run down...❞

-Ezekiel 24:16.

A chill roused him from sleep.

Barnabas Allenbrought found no difficulty in leaving his frigid bed; once the languor of slumber subdued, he stood with a shiver and, with drowsy steps, he walked behind the screen of his bedroom.

He followed his usual routine: He washed his face and neck with cool water, then, with the help of a comb and rosemary water, he gave shape to his hair until it was tame and orderly. With the tip of his fingers he applied some whitish ointment in his brow, to conceal the wan scar that, like a crack in porcelain, crossed it. His pince-nez glasses, dusty from the past day, were conscientiously cleaned. A black frock coat, a waistcoat and an undershirt with a high starched neck he had neatly placed near his bed were the replacement of his nightshirt and.

His breakfast was composed of a single, soft-boiled egg, a day-old crumpets, and a cup of warm tea, all of this disposed in the austere and corresponding order in the table, almost as if someone else would sit there to enjoy the first moments of morning alongside him. But that was not the case. Entertaining himself with the reading of a little book of ornithology, he was very much aware of his deep state of solitude, yet paid no mind to iIt wasn’t until he had finished his breakfast, taken his coat and picked his canary’s cage —a friendly fellow with a vivid yellow plumage and beady eyes, whose chants never failed to bring him a sense of peace—, that he felt the familiar sting of sorrow stab his side. When he was about to cross the threshold, he gave a glance to the small mirror that hang there, and he soon repented.

His condition had always been an endless source of discontent: A pallor of hair, skin and eyes, a remarkable sensitivity to sunlight and a rather short vision were the most noticeable signs of it, and thus, were treated as a heinous stain to his being, just like the scar on his brow or the obscure nature of his first years. Furthermore, none of his other features inspired great affection: He had a stern physiognomy with an elongated face, a long aquiline nose and haggard cheeks, and that sort of heavy-lidded eyes that seem apathetic and languid; his mouth was thin and very much roughened by the cold weather, and it seldomly smiled.

He had once been a wholesome, mild young boy during his student days, and he had earned tease and, sometimes, friendship; but now he was a quiet man of twenty eight, with an unsmiling sharp face and a dour disposition, and his presence never failed to make everyone in the room feel cold. He could hardly bear to see what he was to himself.

What an unloveable creature he had become.

He gave one last glance to his reflection, then took his coat from the hook and, holding the canary's cage, he left to the streets, were the fog received him with a cold embrace.

Liverpool was a dim place.

The old borough was no longer the wholesome, homely coastal town it had once been known as, but a port that reeked from the sulphuric breath of the factories, the corrupted water of the canals, the eroded wood and saltpeter of the docks. A greenish fog —the smog, as they called it— snaked through the alleys like a chilling sigh and the old cobbled floor shone beneath it, damp and slippery. But at those hours, where the monstrous factories still slumbered like sleeping dragons, the quiet solitude of its streets invited the wanderer to think.

The St. Alphonsus Hospital rose between two streets, and it exuded that religious melancholy all the formerly church-directed institutions have. Moss spotted its tall walls like a trimming, and the stone of its bricks had been severely darkened by years of ill weather and even iller maintenance. A foundling home turned into a hospital, it was a sterile and silent place, too vast, too lonely and too gloomy, that fitted much its staff. It gave that sort of impression that a man could possibly get lost in its halls and never be seen again.

Barnabas Allenbrought’s office had once belonged to the head of the place, an old, stingy priest whose reputation of corrupt preceded him and for whom nobody had shed a truthful tear upon his death. Upon his arrival, Barnabas had made sure to remove all testimony of the former man’s presence, in a silent quest to cleanse the dead man’s print from that space. Nobody needed to ask why: The doctor’s marked religiosity was well known by his peers, and accepted as some eccentricity. Under his watch, gone were the lavishly lined furniture, the paintings of disrobed biblical women, all that suggested the existence of a long gone man in the office. All, but the old cross that still, hang heavily over the desk, a somber reminder that there were powers higher than man, higher than theirs.

Death, the first of them.

Someone knocked on his door, and soon, the familiar voice of nurse Ludlow, a veteran of the trade, and one of the few that did not regard him with the usual mix of morbid curiosity or contempt for his rather young age.

"Doctor Allenbrought," the nurse called him, “There is a man asking for you.”

"Let him come in. I shall receive him in a moment."

Indeed, the man came in, and Barnabas soon noticed that he had the bearing of a butler belonging to a romance: silver hair, a well-shaped moustache, a tidy black suit, and those affected gestures that hinted what had brought him there. His canary chirped curiously, jumping from one bar to the other, as if to see the stranger better.

“What brings you to this hospital, mr…?” he asked. The man took a deep breath.

“Catherine, the beloved wife of my employer, the Honorable Wilbur Walding, is very ill” his tone, soft and moderated, almos remembered him of a play.

“And where is she?” Barnabas inquired, barely paying attention to the title.

“Resting in bed, doctor. She woke up very afflicted, and could not possibly accompany me.”

"I see. For how long has your mistress been sick?" he asked.

“For almost two weeks now, doctor.”

Barnabas could not help but to raise his eyebrow.

“That seems a long time to start seeking help. Has it become virulent all of a sudden, or else?”

“… This last years, her health as not been as good as it would be expected, and she waved off all concerns. Besides, her episodes have been… Fleeting, erratic and most unexpected.”

“I see. And what exactly ails your mistress?” At the question, the man seemed to pale even further.

"It… It would be very mortifying to say so," he replied lamely. Barnabas blinked, indolent.

"Very mortifying” he repeated, “You seem to ignore that the work of a doctor is, by nature, a very mortifying job.”

“For the privacy of my employers, I mean” the man quickly added, “It would be embarrassing to talk about them in this unbecoming way.”

Barnabas closed the eyes slightly behind his glasses, and took an encyclopaedia from the shelf with a languid gesture.

"My good sir, this is a doctor's office, not a society hall. If you don't trust me, I invite you not to waste my time and that of your lady and to look for another doctor who does have the patience to listen to your preambles and to intuit whatever you are hiding with them. If you want to trust me your case, then I shall be here to hear. If not, go, and good day” he dispatched him.

"Doctor…”

"Good morning, I said," he said, opening the encyclopaedia. The man tensed visibly, and finally spoke.

“Vomiting. Dizziness… Diarrhea.”

"The bloody kind?”

“Aye, yes… The episodes are unpredictable, and she is left frail… The family doctor does not see the cause of this, and the service is very preoccupied for her wellbeing.”

“… Is your mistress stable now?”

The man hid from his eyes: “… Hardly, doctor. Hardly.”

Barnabas left the volume over his desk, and picked his coat.

“Then lead the way: I shall pay your mistress a visit.”

My liege @lordbettany / @theboarsbride / @nealsneen / @borbon-casual

Guess who’s back!

[ask-egonspengler]

Egon what’s one thing you’ve been wanting to discus but no ones mentioned or brought up? Ball is in your court have fun!

This has been sitting in my inbox for a bit, mostly because I was unsure what I wanted to talk about.

I know now. Bear with me — I’m tired and my back hurts more than usual.

I feel that there’s an imbalance in questions about the team. To my knowledge, I’ve never gotten one about Winston, which is a shame because we wouldn’t be complete without him. So I think I’ll share a few anecdotes about Winston.

He’s the only one of us without a doctorate in parapsychology. He’s the only one who’s ever served in the military. And honestly, he’s the only one who’s actually fit enough to be doing this job.

In many ways, he should’ve been the outsider, but he’s as much a part of our team as any of us.

He challenges Peter in ways that Ray or I don’t even attempt anymore and usually gets through to him. Winston is half the reason that Dana and Peter are still together. He roots for them and gives Peter tips on how to better his relationship.

He and Ray share a love of vintage cars and music, specifically the blues and jazz. The two of them can talk for hours about their common interests over a beer and a Duke Ellington record.

You wouldn’t think that Winston would have much in common with me, but I find that he has a stillness about him that’s appealing. He’s working on his doctorate now and I’ve offered to assist him with assignments or studying in any way I can.

Winston is always asking me to explain our technology to him. He has a sharp mind and is curious about how the tools of our trade work, even if he’ll never have to do maintenance or upgrades on them.

He’s curious about my past, too. He’s told me all about his childhood, his schooling, and his military service. And in turn, he asks me about my time in Sweden, what my post-grad experience was like, etc.

Winston has faced some racism lately. Something from a bystander about “a spook busting spooks”. He had to hold me back from pummeling the bigot in question. I just flew into a blind rage without thinking, demanding that the man watch his mouth. According to Winston, the guy called me an antisemitic slur. I was so livid that I didn’t hear.

After we removed ourselves from the situation with Peter and Ray’s help, Winston pulled me aside and told me he appreciated the gesture but he was pretty sure the guy would’ve flattened me had he not held me back. That hadn’t occurred to me, but he’s right.

All of this to say Winston doesn’t get nearly enough recognition from people outside the team, which is a damn shame because he deserves so much more.

[rawmeknockout]

Not reader with Rodimus? Some body worship please 🙏🙏

//rodimus would choose death by thigh crushing 100%//

Being a regular maintenance bot has it's perks. Most people don't bother you when you're at work. Or at all, in fact. You blend in to the rest of the crew for the most part. It's especially handy when you're working on something so important. Your servos are deep in the bridge's internals, carefully avoiding elements that still flicker with energy, when someone presses tight to your back and makes you jump. Your digits just barely brush the powered-down battery, but it still gives off enough charge to shock you.

Most people don't bother you when you're at work.

"Captain, do you need anything?" You can tell Rodimus is grinning by the way he presses his face to your neck cables, his arms around your waist unyielding even as he bears the weight of his frame against your back. If he thinks you're just going to hold him up, instead of crumple to the floor like dead weight, he has another thing coming.

"It's lunchtime, you know?" It takes a second for his words to register, checking your internal chronometer, but, lo and behold, he's right. You glance around to see the bridge... deserted. Empty for everyone besides you. Not that this sort of behavior is unusual from you. Oftentimes you'll get off work starving and wondering why, only to realize you had worked eight hours without break. Working on the Lost Light, where you can get absorbed without someone even checking on you, has only seemed to make this habit worse.

"Just stay like this. Captain's order." He pats the sides of your waist with both servos before he pulls away. You almost whip around to ask what he's doing when you hear metal hit the floor. When his servos return to the back of your thighs, you have to keep from kicking backwards like a startled Cybertronian horse. You're still so new to the crew, to being in Rodimus' close inner circle, it's hard to tell what's actually a Captain's order and what's just him fucking with you.

When his glossa meets your modesty panel, you know he's just fucking with you. Your thighs twitch apart in his hold, leaning further on the very expensive computer in front of you. This is such a bad idea, but when Rodimus trails wet, open-mouth kisses down your inner thigh it's hard to care. It's not like you and Rodimus haven't gotten up to things you shouldn't in your short-time on the Lost Light, but right where Megatron or, Primus forbid, Ultra Magnus could walk in and see you? The thought is almost shameful and nauseating enough for you to bounce away from Rodimus.

"I've been thinking about you all day," Your Captain's words are muffled where he still lavishes your thighs in kisses, trailing from the seam of your knee back up to your modesty panel. He carefully catches the lubricant you’re leaking, lapping it up before digging the tip of his glossa into the junction where your modesty panel slides back. Such careful teasing has it folding away without any internal prompting, "I really wanted you to ride my glossa, but this'll have to do for now."

Rodimus places delicate kisses from your node to the lips of your valve, glossa laying down gentle swipes before he truly delves in. You release an invent you hadn't realized you were holding, so caught up in focusing on every soft sensation. You know Rodimus can be more enthusiastic, more energetic, he's just teasing you. When his glossa finally pushes past the lips of your valve, you sigh out a low moan, moving back against his mouth. Rodimus meets you with fervor, his glossa fucking you into a fast approaching overload.

With the time ticking down, you're tempted to check your chronometer again. Just to make sure. But Rodimus' glossa teases your calipers, swipes over nodes that even you haven't touched in... So long. When was the last time you got an overload that wasn't via Rodimus? You should really remember to thank your Captain for his hard work. For coming to make sure you at least took what was supposed to be your lunchbreak.

[cyanocoraxx]

your centipedes are so cool, ive been wondering about how to start! do you have any resources/tips?

of course! bear with me here because there's a lot to go through

if you're going all out and want to get it perfect, you need: a plastic tub with a locking lid (ideally), a drill for making ventilation holes, tongs for feeding/maintenance, a water bowl, peat or topsoil, sand, gravel, and some bark for hides and decoration.

-- SPECIES --

"beginner" species: scolopendra polymorpha (#1 recommendation), scolopendra cingulata, scolopendra morsitans & ethmostigmus trigonpododus. these guys are relatively inexpensive, usually pretty docile, easy to care for, easy to find & have milder venom than the larger species! however, you can obviously keep any species you want and it's your choice. just do plenty of research first. as cute as they are, many of the other species are extremely venomous and lightning-fast and deserve respect. it won't help either of you if you buy a pede that terrifies you to care for. ):

⚠︎ venom ⚠︎: several scolopendra species are extremely venomous, including subspinipes, sp. malaysian tiger, and dehaani. and you do decide to go for one of the spicier land dragons you need to fully understand the responsibility it entails. an escaped centipede can harm not just you, but your other pets and family members. you need to be sure you can handle the risk not just to yourself but others. please thoroughly research bite reports of the species you're looking for before buying so you know what you're getting in to. <3 also invest in some tongs for general maintenance. don't go putting your hands in willy nilly or you get the bitey witey ....

-- SETUP --

enclosure: expect a true escape artist. centipedes cannot climb smooth surfaces like glass or plastic but they CAN push themselves up against the surface to their fully stretched body length and if they can reach the lid it's game over. they can also grip on to ventilation holes and push off of enclosure decor. you would need a plastic enclosure that is taller than your pede and substrate combined. i currently use these tubs for my larger pedes as they have locking lids with very small gaps around the edges.

above are my setups for astraeus and choso! they have ventilation around all sides. i also have velcro straps securing the lids as double protection just because I got paranoid when I first put them in their new enclosures, but now I keep them on anyway because I feel better that way sbdhnfjm

ventilation: cross-ventilation is ESSENTIAL. there's a lot of misinfo online about this. a centipede needs ample ventilation at the bottom of their enclosure on all sides to prevent stagnant air and gas buildup so you would need to drill a few rows of ventilation holes. also make sure they're not big enough for a smaller pede to squeeze out of, because they can and will if they can fit!

⚠︎ MYCOSIS ⚠︎ is a thing. it's essentially a fungal infection that centipedes can get in damp, stagnant conditions, and it starts out as black spots typically on the legs and antennae. keeping a pede too wet with little or no ventilation just spells out disaster. don't be tempted to over-spray a pede's enclosure. if a pede does get mycosis, it can molt of out it if its enclosure is allowed to dry out more.

HOWEVER! the more ventilation you add and the less you spray, the higher the risk of desiccation (drying out). this is where it gets a little tricky. there needs to be a balance between the setup being too wet and too dry. best way to combat this is to keep one side damp and the other dry whilst providing a water dish. this way the pede can choose if it wants to be damp or dry.

above is astraeus modelling the substrate in their enclosure. they have a mix of sedge peat, desert sand, and gravel. they're leaned up against their fav piece of cork bark here too, where they spend the entire day before coming out at night.

substrate: this depends on the species you pick, but most pedes do well on a mixture of peat/topsoil and sand. mix gravel in as well as they like to move it around. the internet says to use coco fiber. DON'T!!!! pedes ingest some substrate when they eat their food and the fibers from coco coir will cause impaction and death.

-- DIET --

food: live prey includes gut-loaded crickets, locusts, superworms, and roaches. centipedes reach their maximum sizes most often when fed a varied diet. you can include raw meats (no fat!), shrimp, low-copper cat food and even fruits from time to time. most pedes aren't too picky and will eat whatever they can get their forcipules in to :P akaza above eating a prawn for tax/proof!

centipedes are opportunistic. they can eat large prey items and then go a long time without eating. every week is fine for an adult.

be sure to remove uneaten food to prevent the build up of gases and bacteria. springtails in the enclosure can help to minimize waste that is missed.

i think that covers it. maybe. i hope ASDFG

TOO LONG DIDN'T READ VERSION:

mix of peat/topsoil and sand

no coco fiber.

one side damp one side dry

water dish

wood for hides/decoration

tongs for feeding/maintenance

varied diet

cross-ventilation

most importantly, have fun. <3

(p.s. big thank you to the people of the chipotle centipede server for all their help and info as well, without them I wouldn't know half of this.)

[tangledbeast]

Zoo Tycoon Hints and Tips

Copied from my 2003 printout of the official site I posted. This is not all of the cheats that exist, just the ones on that specific page.

Cheat Codes

Name a guest Adam Levesque and unlock all Animal Care research programs (Adam Levesque is the CEO of Blue Fang and Creative Director for Zoo Tycoon.)

Name a guest Lou Catanzaro and unlock all Animal Enrichment research programs.

Name a guest Charlie Peterson and unlock all exhibit foliage.(Charlie Peterson is one of the Program Managers on Zoo Tycoon.)

Name a guest Akiyama and unlock all the scenarios that ship with the game (Akiyama is the family name of one of the test team members.)

Name a guest Steve Serafino and unlock all Endangered Animals research programs. (Steve Serafino is one of the designers of Zoo Tycoon.)

Name a guest John Wheeler and unlock all animal shelters. (John Wheeler is the Engineering Director for Zoo Tycoon)

Name a guest Ron Propst and unlock the Dinosaur Foliage research programs.

Name a Guest Hank Howie and unlock all Staff Education research programs.

Name a guest Eggman and all dinosaur eggs hatch more quickly. (DD)

Name a guest Dinoman and unlock all dinosaurs. (DD)

Name a male maintenance worker Bob V and all currently broken fences are fixed ("Bob V" refers to Bob Vila, the well-known improvement show host.)

Name a scientist Dr.Scholl and all scientists walk twice as fast.(DD)

Name an exhibit Cretaceous Corral and unlock the Triceratops.

Name an exhibit Xanadu and unlock the Unicorn. (Xanadu was Kublai Khan's summer capital in China, where he met Maroc Polo in 1275. It is also the title of a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.)

Name an exhibit Super Croc and unlock Deinosuchus

Press $ (Shift+4) and get $10,000, but a random exhibit fence weakens (great for the Bob V cheat!).

Easter Eggs

On September 15 on the in-game calendar (the date of the signing of the contract between Microsoft and Blue Fang for Zoo Tycoon), a biplane with the Microsoft logo flies across the map pulling a banner with the Blue Fang Logo.

On their own turf, penguins are capable of killing pretty much any animal in the game

Guests entering the zoo on January 1 (New Year's Day) on the in-game calendar will be sick.

October is Dinosaur Month! Purchase all dinosaurs at half price during the in-game month of October.

On October 31 on the real world calendar, all guests and buildings wear orange and black in honor of Halloween, a jack-o-lantern is available from the buildings and items menu, and a wicked witch flies over the zoo on a broomstick.

On October 31 (Halloween) on the in-game calendar a witch flies over the zoo on a broomstick and a jack-o-lantern is available from the buildings and items panel.

On Christmas (December 25) on the in-game calendar, Santa Clause flies over the zoo on his sleigh.

Secrets

Name a male maintenance worker George W and all the foliage in your zoo will vanish, but you'll receive $300 tax rebate.

Name a guest Mr.Brown, Mr.Pink, Mr.White, Mr.Blond, or Mr.Orange and all guests and buildings currently in the zoo change to the associated color.

Name a male maintenance worker The Rock, all buildings are turned to rubble.

Name a bear Deer and the bear will immediately break out of its exhibit unless the fence is electrified)

Place a Mermaid Statue in an exhibit or show tank and it changes into a real mermaid. The Mermaid will not appear in the adopt an animal menu; however,you can continue dropping Mermaid Statues into water tanks to "adopt" more.

Name a guest Zeta Psi and all adult male guests change colors and become sick. (Zeta Psi is a college fraternity.)

Name a guest Alfred H and a flock of birds appears to frighten your guests.

Place a lion, a Bengal tiger, and a bear in an empty exhibit and unlock golden brick walkways.

Name a scientist Dr.Frankenstein and there's a 10% chance an egg will change contents when the scientist visits. (DD)

Name an exhibit Coprolite Corner, all dinosaur poo turns into rock. (DD)

Name guest Stinky and the guest caused other guests to be sick. (MM)

Name a male guest rpro and female guests will run from him. (MM)

Name a male guest Boogyman and the guest causes children to run away screaming. (MM)

Rumors

Name an exhibit wonderland and get a bonus towards the chance of visitors entering the zoo.

Name a reindeer comet and all dinosaurs and dino eggs disappear from your zoo.

Name an exhibit Microsoft and get double the normal donations at exhibits.

Name a female tour guide Rosalie and all your tour guides will work for free. (Rosalie is one of the Deep Gameplay testers for Zoo Tycoon.)

When penguins reach a happiness rating of 90+, they will do a happy dance.

When lowland gorillas reach a happiness rating of 90+, they will do a happy dance.

Name a female Zookeeper Susan Kittleson and Zoo Marketing effect is doubled (not cumulative) (DD)

Name a male Zoo Keeper Chuck Frizelle and Zoo Marketing is doubled (not cumulative) (DD)

Name a guest Russel C and all exhibit fences will become broken, letting the animals free.

Earn the Zoo of the Year award and unlock the Elephant Seal Statue. (MM)

Earn the Excellence in Arctic Exhibit Construction and unlock the Iceberg. (MM)

Earn The Best Sea Lion Show in the Country and unlock the California Sea Lion Statue. (MM)

Earn the Best Orca Show in the Country and unlock the Orca Statue (MM)

Earn the Best Dolphin Show in the County and unlock the Bottlenose Dolphin Statue (MM)

Win the Aquatic SHow Park scenario and unlock the Show Grandstand 2 (MM)

Win the Shark World scenario and unlock the Photo Booth.

Win the Super Zoo scenario and unlock the Trio Statue.

[liaromancewriter]

Bittersweet

Premise: A chance detour opens old wounds for Ethan and Cassie.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angst Words: 700 TW: Mention of pregnancy loss

A/N: Submission for @choicesjunechallenge prompt Father's Day. I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 38, prompt 2 (in bold)

The maternity ward at Boston’s Edenbrook Hospital was a bright and airy space with colorful posters, balloons and gift baskets on hand for expectant mothers and fathers. There was a sense of hope in the air and bubbles of excitement in the voices permeating the hallways.

Ethan Ramsey ignored all that as he marched past the nurses' station toward the elevators. He hardly ever came to this floor. As a young resident, he’d completed the obligatory OBGYN rotation, but the field had never interested him.

The Diagnostics Team rarely dealt with cases involving pregnancy and infants. But as Chief of Medicine, he couldn’t avoid an entire department. So, he made a point to schedule department head meetings on various floors.

It provided for a change in scenery and the added advantage of keeping the medical staff on their toes, not knowing when the Chief might drop in. He smirked, thinking how much he enjoyed doing that.

An “under maintenance” sign was taped across the elevator doors. With a frustrated sigh, Ethan retraced his steps to the bank on the north end.

He was almost at his destination when his steps slowed at the sight of the nursery up ahead and the woman standing at the viewing glass.

Her back was to him, but Ethan would recognize Cassie Valentine anywhere. His heart skipped a beat as he walked on leaden feet toward her. Now he understood Cassie’s reluctance to attend today’s meeting.

It was almost eight months since she’d suffered a missed miscarriage. They’d come a long way from those early dark days, but he knew how hard it was for Cassie, especially once she learned Max and Sienna were expecting again.

She tried to be pleased for their sake, but he acknowledged that pretending to be happy was pretty damn exhausting.

Lost in thought, she stiffened when he gently placed his hand across her back, relaxing when she recognized his touch. His heart broke at the silent tears streaming down her face and the devastation in her eyes at the sight of the newborns on the other side of the glass.

Ethan turned her sideways, placed his hands tenderly on either side of her face and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. When the dam broke, he folded her in his arms, tucking her head under his chin, and held her tight as her body convulsed.

He had always thought a family—kids—were not in the cards for him. He’d been adamant for so long that he was content with a single life. But fate had other plans for him.

His old doubts resurfaced once he and Cassie decided to try getting pregnant. But they were tempered with hope and anticipation. And then, when it wasn’t meant to be, he locked those feelings away.

As Father’s Day dawned closer, Ethan couldn’t pretend he hadn’t imagined an altogether different present. It would’ve been his first. Instead, it would be just like any other day.

Tears pooled in his eyes at the thought, but he blinked them away.

His gaze fell on a bassinet and the baby boy yawning. His tiny rosebud mouth opened and closed, lips pursing as if searching. The chubby face scrunched briefly before he settled down.

Unable to bear it any longer, Ethan turned his back to the nursery and drew Cassie away from the source of their misery. He spied the sign for a supply closet and changed directions.

Breathing easily once the door closed behind them, he placed two fingers on Cassie’s chin and raised her face. Her cheeks were splotchy, the tip of her nose red, but she’d never looked more beautiful to him.

He angled his head, closing the distance between them to kiss her lips, the touch whisper soft, designed to offer solace. She leaned into his touch, interlacing their hands, her thumb stroking the wedding band on his left hand.

As they comforted each other, Ethan thought doctors knew how unexpected life could be. But there was something to be said for small miracles. He might not be a father, but he had love. That was more than he’d ever thought he’d have. And it was enough.

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Submissions: @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

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[nbpbearings]

Discover essential tips for the optimal maintenance of bearings in agricultural machinery. Learn how to extend the lifespan of your bearings, enhance performance, and ensure smooth operation in various farming applications.

[addicail]

SCP-7987

Level 5: Classified

Object Class: Safe

Note: Reclassification pending further data (see Threat Level Reclassification)

Attention: SCP-7987 has breached containment (see Containment Breach)

Special Containment Procedures

SCP-7987 is to be housed in cell 13 (the trailer) at the Wallace Facility for Special Containment of Human-Like Anomalies.  The area outside the cell is to be fenced off 10m from the edge of the building, using a 1.8m chain-link fence topped with barbed wire.  No personnel or other sapient beings are to be permitted within the fenced area.  Personnel must not approach within 10 metres of the fence if SCP-7987 is outside the trailer.  (SCP-7987 is permitted to leave the trailer, but not the fenced area.)  Feeding and other maintenance of SCP-7987 are to be conducted remotely.

Recapture Procedures

SCP-7987 has breached containment.  Agents may be assigned to search and recapture only if they are level 5 mental discipline certified.

Agents assigned to recapture SCP-7987 will use cover of MI5 agents.  Documentation and training will be provided to assist with this cover.

Agents are advised not to approach within 10 metres of the entity for any reason, and to knock it out at range using dart guns loaded with fast-acting sedatives.  Recommended dose is 225 mg ketamine.  (Subject's last recorded weight was 41 kg.)

If it becomes necessary for an agent to approach SCP-7987, agents must maintain a constant state of mind-blank meditation with a false persona.  If they must interact with the entity, they must conceal their motives, identities, and status as foundation agents, in both their words and their thoughts.

Description

SCP-7987 is Addie MacKay, a creature physically similar to a human, apparently born on October 1, 1991. It is 157 cm in height, weighed 41 kg at last measurement, and has pale skin, hazel eyes, curly red hair, and freckles.  It has tattoos on its trunk and limbs, none of which display anomalous characteristics.  (See Attachment 3, Identification Guide.)  Its nose measures 6.9 cm from bridge to tip - over three standard deviations above average.  Human noses of similar length are almost always convex and downturned in shape, but the nose on SCP-7987 is concave, with an upturned tip.

The subject lacks reproductive organs or secondary sex characteristics, and bears no scars that would indicate surgical removal of such characteristics.  The only exceptions are an Adam's apple, a voice of deep pitch and masculine timbre, and a small amount of facial hair.  Subject describes being assigned female at birth and being anatomically typical until 2010.  The subject refused to provide further information on the subject, stating "That's not what I'm here for."  No documentation to refute or corroborate these claims has been discovered.

Repeated experiments have demonstrated SCP-7987 possesses or once possessed telepathic capabilities.  Agent notes and experiment logs describe human participants and facility staff hearing a voice in their heads identical to that of SCP-7987, although the entity's mouth did not move, and facility microphones picked up no sound coming from it.  (See experiment logs 7987-1 through -15).  Experiment logs also record SCP-7987 reacting to stimuli imperceptible by typical human senses, but only when another sapient entity within 10m of the entity was able to perceive the stimuli.  In short, the entity is able to read the minds of sapient creatures within 10m of itself.

History

SCP-7987 first approached the Wallace facility in May 2023.  It voluntarily described its telepathic capabilities and gave itself up for containment.  (See attachment A: interview log 7987-20230511.)  The entity remained there for 6 months.  During this time, fifteen experiments were conducted with SCP-7987.  Agents used EEG to measure brain activity in SCP-7987 and other human test subjects.  EEG data was inconclusive regarding the nature of the entity's brain, but it did show an elevated level of activity compared with typical human brains.

Attachments

Interview Log - 11/05/2023

Intake Filing - 11/05/2023

Experiment Log 1 - 15/05/2023

Observation - 22/05/2023

Facilities Request - 03/06/2023 - APPROVED

Experiment Log 2 - 17/06/2023

Special Containment Procedures Update - 28/06/2023 - APPROVED

Experiment Log 3 - 10/08/2023

Analysis - 14/08/2023

Containment Breach - 12/10/2023

Neutralisation - 13/10/2023 DENIED

Security Reclassification - 13/10/2023 - APPROVED

Threat Level Reclassification - 13/10/2023 - PENDING

Identification Guide - 15/10/2023

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[bitchesgetriches]

Drunken Pig Princess, will you play the game where you say what you would do if you got a random $5, 50, 50,000, or 1,000,000?

YES I FUCKING WILL.

$5: I'LL PUT IT IN THE LITTLE MUG IN MY BEDROOM WHERE I PUT ALL $5. THIS IS SO I HAVE SOMETHING HANDY FOR TIPS WHEN I NEED THEM.

$50: KEEP IT IN MY WALLET. I'LL USE IT TO PAY FOR DRINKS OR SOMETHING. NOT SUPER WORRIED.

$500: YOU SKIPPED THIS ONE BUT I THINK IT'S IMPORTANT. I'LL PUT IT IN MY JOINT ACCOUNT WITH BEAR. WE WILL SPEND IT ON HOME MAINTENANCE AND IMPROVEMENT.

$5,000: AH, THE REEEEEEAL MONEY. THIS SHIT'S WHERE IT'S AT. I'M GOING TO PUT EVERY PENNY IN MY BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. IF MY IRA ISN'T MAXED OUT FOR THE YEAR, I'LL PUT IT THERE. IF NOT, IT'LL GO INTO MY GENERAL INVESTING.

$50,000: JESUS FUCK. I'M SPLITTING THIS RIDICULOUS SUM BETWEEN HOME IMPROVEMENT, INVESTING, AND TRAVEL. DRUNK PIGGY WANTS TO SEE PATAGONIA, Y'ALL.

$1,000,000: I'M QUITTING MY DAY JOB AND DOING BGR FULL-TIME.

The Dollar Bill Game, Part 1: If Money Were No Object 

The Dollar Bill Game, Part 2: What Money Goals Say About You

[disteluria]

PLEASE I need the saddest glamrock freddy × fem!reader angst you could literally possibly think of involving the reader who's burnt out from studying too hard

OoooooOOOoOOOOh! You want angst and sadness? You can have angst and sadness! *Rubs hands together*

~I'm sorry...~

"Aggghhh!" y/n shouts while aggressively ruffling through her hair. "I'm done, uni sucks and agggh!" She stomps on the floor and starts pacing the room until she gets stopped by a tall humanoid looking bear animatronic. "Superstar...Are you alright? Y-you- seem agitated.", Freddy Fazbear opens his arms for a hug. "I'm sorry Freddy, but I really don't feel like hugging right now...", y/n sits down on Freddy's couch and pulls her legs to her chest. "I'm just completely overwhelmed with university and the fact that I have to study three different subjects until Thursday, which is in two days by the way, doesn't make it BETTER!", she punches the couch. "Superstar...", the big bear walks towards the couch and sits down a few inches away from y/n. "I am so sure you will be able to rock all of them! You are such a strong person, you can do it!" Freddy smiles at y/n and she only scuffs. "Oh, and do you maybe need help with studying? I could give you some tips on how to improve your learning exp-" "NO! I don't need help with studying. I don't need help with school and I certainly don't need someone who doesn't even understand what I'm going through, who's always happy and always tries to stay optimistic. I really thought you having similar emotions as me, which makes us similar, makes it easier to be together with you, but no...", y/n looks to the side with a very aggressive look on her face. Freddy is shocked, he isn't able to say a word. After a short while he stands up and turns away from his partner, "I think it might be better for both of us if you leave now... I think you should rest a-..." "Yeah, you're right..." Y/n gets up and leaves Freddy's room. After she left Freddy sits down on his couch, silently sobbing into his hand, he never thought that always being positive would upset his most important person this much...

Y/n on the other side is angry and gets angrier with every step she takes away from the Pizza Plex. But as soon as she reached her apartment, putting the key into the lock, she broke out into tears. Closing the door behind her and sliding down with her back to it. "I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry!" She kicks the trash bin. "I'm a terrible person, I just told my partner that he's terrible to be with..." y/n sniffles and gets up, tears still running down her face. "Sometimes I really hate myself...", the young woman walks into her kitchen, grabs a coffee and moves to her room to study. She tried for several hours but she couldn't concentrate. Her mind always wandered to Freddy, the only person she loves and the only person only loving her. She feels terrible knowing what she did. 2 more hours of trying later, she decides to go to bed.

The next morning comes and y/n didn't sleep. She goes to university and one of her teachers asks her for some answers and she didn't have a clue. She felt terrible. After university she walks towards the Pizza Plex but it was closed. A note at the entrance says "Due to the unplanned maintenance of the Freddy Fazbear animatronic and all of its components, we have to stay closed today, we thank you for your understanding." Y/n falls to her knees, slightly sobbing, "It's my fault, Freddy was so hurt he even hurt himself... I'm terrible, I'm such a terrible person... Just like my mum always told me..." the young woman gets up and sits down on a bench blankly staring into the distance. The time goes by, the sun sets and y/n snaps back because of the sun blinding her. It is a warm feeling, almost like a hug, almost like a hug from her favourite person. She shakes her head and tries to push all of her negative thoughts to the side. "I may be an asshole, but I still have to apologise!", she gets up and sneaks through to the back entrance, a small not guarded area and she enters the Pizza Plex. It is quiet, only some guard bots are moving around. Y/n silently walks around the Pizza Plex and looks for the way to Rockstar row. Suddenly an alarm goes off as a guard bot discovers her. She squeals and quickly runs to the next hiding spot. Y/n takes a deep breath and looks around, after a few seconds she finally finds the corner she has to go to enter Rockstar row. After she turns the most comfortable music track could be heard. A slow and soft melody playing while the Pizza Plex is closed, she always loved that melody. The young woman enjoys it for a few moments until she sneaks up to Freddy's green room. After some deep breaths she knocks on the door, but as she expected, no one answers. She uses her gold card to enter the room, it is dark. There is a dark silhouette sitting on the couch, not moving. "Freddy?", y/n asks while taking a few steps closer. Still no movement. Y/n takes a few more steps closer and realises that Freddy is completely out of energy. She gasps and falls down on her knees, "Freddy, I'm so so sorry! I'm such a terrible person, I..." The young woman starts sobbing, "I hurt you and just threw things around me because I was angry and so overwhelmed... You're such an amazing animatronic, you're so soft and caring and I'm just such an asshole, I don't deserve you one bit, I'm so sorry...", y/n softly strokes Freddy's cheek and suddenly his ears twitch. She jumps back in shock "F-Freddy? A-are you awake?"

Freddy's eyes open and they light up. "S-superstar is that you?", the bear turns towards y/n. "yes, yes it's me! Are you alright?? The pizza Plex was closed due to you being broken, I was so scared!" Suddenly tears start running down her face. "Yes...I am alright, I was not feeling well, I was not able to perform in any way. So they decided to close the Pizza Plex." Freddy looks at y/n with empty eyes and speaks in a monotone manner. "But why are you here? Why did you decide to meet me? I do not deserve yo-", y/n stops Freddy with a hug, "Stop saying things like that!! You deserve the world, you have such a great personality, you're so caring and loving and I love you so so so much! I'm the asshole here, I said things about you that aren't true. I'm the one who doesn't deserve you!" Y/n starts sobbing violently and Freddy snaps out of it. "Y/n what are you saying? My superstar, my love... You are not an asshole...", Freddy's hand starts shaking as he wants to place it on y/n's shoulder. "Am I allowed to hug you back?" "If you still like me enough, please do!" Freddy laughs softly and hugs his partner. "I will never stop loving you, superstar! I do not care about what you say, because I know you don't mean it. I understand that you are stressed and Overwhelmed and I really stepped over your boundaries. And I am still very sorry about that. I felt terrible because I thought that you wanted to leave me, but after you showed me your tears I snapped out of it. I am so sorry for worrying you!", Freddy finally hugs y/n and she hugs him even tighter. "I am sorry that I made you feel this way, can you forgive me?" "Of course I can my dear!" They looked at each other, eyes filled with tears and a big smile on their faces. "I love you so much Freddy and I will never ever attack you again, I swear!" Y/n looks down and Freddy wipes away her tears, "It hurts yes, but it is okay. We will get through this!" For a moment they only look at each other before they softly kiss. "Thank you for always supporting me..." , "You are so welcome my superstar. After all I love you...", "I love you too!"

~The end~

I really don't know if this counts at angsty and sad but I hope you still like it!! 😭

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How to Walk on Solar Panels Safely: A Comprehensive Guide to Protect Your Investment

To walk on solar panels safely, distribute your weight evenly and avoid stepping on the frames. Use soft-soled shoes to minimize damage.

Solar panels are an essential part of the shift towards clean, sustainable energy. They allow homeowners and businesses alike to reduce their reliance on traditional energy sources and contribute to the global push toward a greener future. However, solar panels are also delicate systems that require careful maintenance to ensure their efficiency and longevity. One of the most common maintenance concerns is walking on solar panels, which, if done improperly, can lead to damage and reduce the panel's effectiveness. This article provides a comprehensive guide on how to walk on solar panels safely, ensuring both your safety and the longevity of your solar investment.

Why Proper Solar Panel Maintenance Is Crucial

Solar panels are long-term investments designed to produce eco-friendly energy for decades. However, improper maintenance can reduce their lifespan and efficiency. One of the biggest mistakes homeowners or technicians make is walking on the panels without using the correct technique. Walking on solar panels incorrectly can cause cracks, scratches, or other physical damage that diminishes their ability to convert sunlight into energy.

Solar panels are made from photovoltaic cells that are layered between thin sheets of tempered glass. While this glass is designed to withstand weather elements like hail and high winds, it is not meant to bear human weight. Even a slight amount of pressure can lead to micro-cracks, which may not be immediately visible but will reduce the panel's efficiency over time. Therefore, knowing how to maintain your solar panels, including how to walk on them when necessary, is crucial for extending their life and maximizing their efficiency.

When Is Walking on Solar Panels Necessary?

Ideally, you should avoid walking on your solar panels whenever possible. However, there are certain situations where it might be necessary, such as during installation, maintenance, or cleaning. Even in these cases, walking on the panels should be done sparingly and with extreme caution. Before stepping on them, ask yourself if there’s an alternative method to complete the task. Using a long-handled tool to clean or inspect the panels, for example, could eliminate the need to step on them.

Professional maintenance teams often have the right tools and techniques to perform tasks like cleaning or inspection without walking on the panels. However, if you must walk on the panels, it is essential to follow best practices to avoid damaging the delicate cells. This is where knowing how to walk on solar panels safely becomes important.

Essential Tips for Walking on Solar Panels Safely

Walking on solar panels incorrectly can have costly consequences. Here are the best practices to ensure you minimize the risk of damage:

1. Distribute Your Weight Evenly

When walking on solar panels, one of the most important things to remember is to distribute your weight evenly. Concentrated pressure on a small area can cause cracks in the glass, leading to long-term damage. Avoid putting your full body weight on any one spot, and always try to step on the more structurally sound parts of the panel, like the frame or support structures. These areas are designed to handle more weight and are less likely to be damaged than the center of the panel.

2. Wear Soft-Soled Shoes

Another key factor in how to walk on solar panels safely is your choice of footwear. Hard-soled shoes can apply too much pressure to the panel’s surface and cause scratches or cracks. Always wear soft-soled shoes when walking on solar panels to reduce the impact on the surface. Rubber-soled shoes are an excellent option, as they not only help protect the panels but also provide better traction, reducing the risk of slipping and falling.

3. Avoid Stepping Directly on the Cells

The most delicate part of a solar panel is the photovoltaic cells, which are responsible for converting sunlight into electricity. Stepping directly on these cells can lead to micro-cracks, even if you are wearing the right shoes and distributing your weight properly. Instead, try to step on the frame or any support structures that run underneath the panel. These parts of the panel are more robust and can handle some weight without damaging the cells.

4. Be Mindful of Environmental Factors

Before walking on your solar panels, take into account the environmental conditions. Wet panels can be extremely slippery, increasing the risk of accidents. If it has recently rained or your panels are covered in dew or ice, it’s best to wait for them to dry before stepping on them. Likewise, avoid walking on your panels during extremely hot weather, as high temperatures can make the glass more fragile and susceptible to damage.

5. Utilize Proper Safety Equipment

When working on solar panels, it’s essential to prioritize your safety. If your panels are mounted on a roof, make sure to use the appropriate safety equipment, such as harnesses and secure ladders. This will not only keep you safe but also reduce the likelihood of sudden movements or falls that could damage the panels. Ensuring you have the right tools for the job can also prevent the need to step on the panels altogether.

The Role of Flexible Solar Panels in Safer Maintenance

With the advancements in solar technology, flexible solar panels have emerged as a safer alternative for those concerned about damaging traditional solar panels during maintenance. Flexible solar panels are designed to be more durable and resistant to impact, making them less prone to damage when pressure is applied. While you should still avoid walking on them if possible, their flexibility provides an added layer of protection.

These panels are typically made with a lightweight, bendable material that can be installed on surfaces that are not perfectly flat. This feature makes them ideal for roofs that may require more hands-on maintenance, as they can better absorb the pressure applied during walking or other activities. However, it is still crucial to follow the best practices for walking on solar panels safely, even with flexible panels, to avoid unnecessary damage.

How Solar Panel Maintenance Protects Your Investment

Proper maintenance of your solar panels ensures they remain efficient and continue to produce the maximum amount of energy possible. Neglecting to care for your panels, including using incorrect techniques when walking on them, can lead to significant reductions in their efficiency. Over time, these small inefficiencies can add up, resulting in higher energy bills and a lower return on your investment in solar technology.

To prevent this, it’s important to schedule regular maintenance for your solar panels. This includes cleaning them to remove dust, dirt, and debris that can block sunlight, as well as inspecting them for any signs of damage. By following the correct procedures, including knowing how to walk on solar panels safely, you can extend the life of your panels and ensure they continue to operate at their full potential for years to come.

Final Thoughts: Protecting Your Solar Panels for Long-Term Use

Investing in solar panels is a smart decision for those looking to reduce their carbon footprint and embrace a more sustainable way of living. However, maintaining the longevity and efficiency of your solar panels requires careful attention, especially when it comes to physical maintenance tasks like walking on the panels. By following the guidelines outlined in this article—distributing your weight evenly, wearing soft-soled shoes, avoiding direct pressure on the cells, and considering flexible solar panels where appropriate—you can protect your solar investment and ensure it continues to provide clean, renewable energy for decades.

In summary, knowing how to walk on solar panels safely is an essential part of solar panel maintenance. Whether you are performing routine cleaning, inspecting for damage, or installing new panels, taking the proper precautions can save you from costly repairs and help maintain the efficiency of your system. Prioritize safety, protect your investment, and enjoy the benefits of solar energy for years to come.

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Hrjst, a Summary

A master of weapons An unmatched viera warrior, Hrjst is as much at ease with a sword as she is her bare hands. Her proficiency with a blade is matched only by her skill with a wrench, as she also handles the maintenance of her equipment and Al-iklil mark V, her hoverbike. The lifespan of the viera is far greater than that of elezens, and many secrets, wisdom and sorrows lie hidden in her long history.

Basic information

Name(s): Hrjst Eruyt, Aria Solidor (unused nowdays)

Gender: Female

Age: 130s (starts ARR events with 126)

Nameday: 9th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon

Race: Viera, Rava

Monikers/titles: Legio Unius (Legion of One), Deus Mortis (Death Goddess), Rose of May (the 2 first earned on her military decades, the last one with sky piracy)

Marital Estatus: Single

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral would be the closest nowdays

Characteristics: Appearence

Height: 1,91 m (6' 3")

Physique: Has a lean body, subtle curves and natural visible muscle tone. Due to the large amount of weapons she has used in her life, has a few little calluses on the palm of her hands. Also has long claw-like fingernails but she cuts, files and paints them to avoid draw even more attention. She's extremely agile and has decent strength.

Complexion: Dark skin chracteristic of the Rava Vieras. Also the leporin race retain their physical youth for centuries making it nigh impossible to discern Hrjst's age from her outward appearance.

Hair: She has thick and fluffy hair that she treats with care. Naturally would reach her waist but often she doesn't let it pass her shoulder blades. It's colour is the natural all Vieras have but highlited the tips to match her ears. In the past used to gather her hair in a very long ponytail, which she still does but not that often.

Eyes: Golden, but turn to a colour between orange and red when she enters in Mist Frenzy.

Identifying Marks: A dark purple glyph tattoo under the left temple, she got it some time after the start of her Sky Pirate career. Her hair often hides part of it. No one would say she has fought on countless battles due to the lack of scars on her body, a prove that she has no equal.

Language and voice: in general terms, has a semi-mature, half-harsh and slightly sensual voice. Since her arrival to Garlemald makes an effort to hide the characteristic Islandic accent that Vieras have and evolves (Gods know why) to an Australian one, but more just the melody of speaking rather than a thick accent. After the desertion is not rare Hrjst sliping her original accent from time to time due to she hasn't had the necessity to hide it. She knows to speak common Eorzean, Garlean, and Vieran dialect. In Japanese localization, Hrjst is voiced by Atsuko Tanaka known for playing roles like Motoko (Ghost in the Shell), Kainé (NieR Replicant) or Bayonetta. Voice samples:

On the other hand, Hrjst's English voice actress is Rachel Robinson. She has played roles such as Oerba Yun Fang (FF XIII saga), Judith von Daphnel (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) or Ghislaine (Mushoku Tensei). Here I link Voice Sample montage I did to show Hrjst as is she was on the Trust/Duty Support system to show how she would sound more-less. Hope you enjoy it!

(Someday maybe I'll do one like this again but with JP one) And a disclaimer: needless to say she's not realy voiced, is a montage

Personal effects: Weaponry speaking, at least she will carry her a bladed one, most of the times a gunblade, and two guns (Huginn and Muninn she called them) that were the first weapons she forged after leaving the IVth Legion, mantained all with meticulous care. She also hides tiny bags on the inner side of her trenchcoats that bear things like supplies or tools. Hrjst always has wore necklace with a silver eagle, gifted by her mother when she was a child; and an earring made of a red feather that was a present of a former lover from some decades ago that Hrjst considers her once-in-a-liftetime soulmate.

Way of dressing: Nowdays most of her attires will count with longcoats and long stilettos that helps her with balance. Is not rare to see her wear elegant garbs like corsets or dresses but only when she feels like or the occasion really requires it.

Characteristics: Personality

Hrjst is cocky, confident, stubborn, sarcastic, determined, and independent. She has a quick wit and a dry sense of humor and can be strict. Despite coming across as proud and bold, she has a compassionate side, especially towards the people she loves. She cares greatly about her friends, few that may be, willing to take extreme measures to protect them, any means necessary. Folks who have met her often comment of Hrjst having a "wild fearlessness to her", and indeed, this woman never backs down from a fight regardless of her opponent. She also has a strong belief in Lady Luck. However, having the requirements to be a Warrior of Light, she does not take much pride or importance on her Echo or the Blessing of Light. She feels that she doesn't need it to success in whatever or whoever she face, but she's pragmatic enough to know the benefits (and costs) of her powers, such as giving her and her allies an edge in battle. But she aslo has a dark shadows deep in her heart. She's not proud of it but doesn't deny it either. This refers to having a belligerent side and a hidden bloodlust. She revels in battle but not to the extreme of starting fights out of nowhere with no reason. Due to her long life Hrjst has a timeless wisdom but also countless burdens. In fact she's not always been like the first description above. As a child and teen, she was reserved and quiet, rarely speaking more than 3 words in a row or in expressing emotion. Even when she was offended, she would act expresionlessly cold. However she showed emotions with her mother and a childhood friend (Fran, her cousin but she didn't know) in the village. As she grew up along her skills, started to gain confidence but knew perfectly her station and how to act in consequence. The many decades she spent in the IVth also showed her aptitude for leadership and organization, being one of the key factors on the victory of the Garlean army in Nalbina Fortress on 1547. But the Hrjst that people know nowdays borned after the desertion, realizing all the wrongs she has done, acknowledging them after years of inner reflection, making peace with herself and admiting that she is how she is and "what is done, it's done". Because of this, She is strong-minded and disinclined to mince words, having a demeanor of someone wholly unconcerned by life's trivialities.

Persnonal Life

Occupation: Nowdays you can say she's still a sky Pirate but on her own, not in a crew. At the begining on her life in Garlemald was a member of the Vigil Urbani while keeping on her studies. Later would join the IVth Legion some time after the foundation of the Empire to help House Solidor as they helped her. She climbed the ranks to the point of being the right hand of the Legatus Noah van Gabranth til her desertion. After would become one of the memebers of the Redbills for some years and prior ARR she was a mercenary/sellsword.

Residence: her fisrt home was at the Eruyt Village in the Golmore Jungle, where she was born. However at a very young age she would pay the price of her curiosity and recklessness, getting lost. By a miracle got found by the iyl of the Garlean Republic near Skatay Range and lived in Garlemald some decades before joining the IVth Legion. After the desertion was a wondering traveler till she joined the newfound Redbills and the HQ was her home. Nowdays she owns a little house on the Empyrium in Ishgard when she needs a place of respit and where she has her own little place but rarely has time to relax.

Relationships and Children: Hrjst is not someone who seeks a partner but if love flourish, she will accept it. She's homosexual, discovered it when she developed feelings towards a classmate on the Academia but got rejected due to that person was afraid of people's opinion having a relation with a "savage". She's not fond of children but she would try to do an effot if a person she cares is involved. She has some kind of maternal feelings towards Ryne and Gaia (she doesn't admit it).

Relatives: Njrn Eruyt: Hrjst's mother. Was a caring and loving mother, and for Hrjst her mother was everything. She was one of the best warriors/huntress of the village. Wanted to learn so much from her that Hrjst's curiosity and devotion would lead to her own ostracism. Decades later Njrn would die by the hands of her own doughter. Djen Djt-Gilda: Hrjst's father. Is a Wood-Warder of the Eruyt village, condemn to solitude due to the social norms of the Viera. Hrjst inherit from him his golden eyes and the dominance of the fire-aspected aether. Hrjst doesn't know much about him, but is something she's afraid of, after what happened with Njrn after all. Fran Eruyt: Hrjst doesn't know this yet but the Viera she played with as a child was actually her cousin. A Saraab, high agents of the Dalmascan forces. Fran and Hrjst fought on the Garamsite Waterway, on Hrjst's attempt on killing Ashelia after she killed her brother Rasler to end the royal bloodline for good. Hrjst and Fran would reunite again when Hrjst lend her aid to the Bozjan Resistance on ShB events. Maybe one day Fran will reveal to her they are family Gods know when. Grammis iyl Solidor: Adoptive father of Hrjst when he found her on the brink of death in the snowy fields of Skatay Range. Hrjst was aware she, even unintentionally, has left the Wood, disobeyed the Green Word and for that "was a Viera no longer"; she turned an outcast of her home. Due to this she stayed with the man that saved her life. Grammis was the last leader of the Garlean Republic before in turned to an Empire and was a very kind and welcoming soul, devoted to peace, traits that his peers found more a hindrance than a blessing. Treated Hrjst as she was on his flesh a blood and provided all he thought she would need. Hrjst will be forever thankful to him. Jenova eir Junius: Grammis' wife. Despite she didn't treated Hrjst badly wasn't very fond of her neither. The fact that she wasn't her own and, even further, a non-Garlean made Jenova never considering Hrjst truly a part of the family. Larsa het Solidor: Hrjst's step brother, son of Grammis and Jenova. Larse adored her, and they had a strong bond, Aria taking care of him when no one else could. After Solus' pustch and stablishing the Garlean Empire, Larsa despited the new course of action of his homeland and started a movement that in the future would be known as the Populares. Hrjst knowing of her step-brothers efforts, joined the military on an attempt of distraction of the prying eyes that would may hurt House Solidors' already wounded reputation. Ljotte Paro: Hrjst admits with grieve that this Vieran maiden she met decades ago was her soul-mate, her one and truly love, the one. Already a Tribunus back then, she found Ljotte fending for herself against a Garlean patrol. Seeing the tenacity of that woman, awoke a sentiment on her that made her help the enemy rather than her own army. She and Ljotte mantained a clandestine relationship until circumstances forced them to take different paths. Hrjst hasn't seen her ever since and still wears to this day the pendant Ljotte made and gifted to her.

Bonus Info

As a Viera, is sensitve to the Aether and refers to it as Mist and can sense it in a way similar to smell. Has excellent senses overall and her ears have exceptional good hearing but after leaving the wood lost the natural talent of hearing Wood's will, the Green Word. Also the consecutive sound of big explosions or similar noise hurts her more than other races so she applies on the inner side of her hears an oinment to protect them before joining battles of great scale.

Even tho she can manipulate the any aspect of the Mist as any Eorzean would, she can manipulate with extreme ease and with more potency the fire-aspected one. The Thaumaturge Guild tried to recruit her when they noticed it but she refused.

Hrjst can enter a berserker state called Mist Frenzy if she's exposed to a high concentration of aether. When experiencing Mist frenzy she is strong enough that she can tear apart metal shackles and kill armored hyurs while unarmed. Hrjst has learned to resist the effect to a certain point but if the Mist is very heavily concentrated she will sucumb regardless. As a matter of fact one of her skills, No Mercy, consist in entering in a softer version of that estate absorbing the sorrunding aether for a brief moment.

Being true that Njrn taught her the basics of hunting and battle, Hrjst style of combat is mainly self-taught. She started training in secret facing the local fauna on Eblan River, when she mastered a weapon's basics proceeded to change until she mastered all possible. After joining the IVth Legion could apply her knowledge on the battlefield ascending the ranks on a fast pace. So great were her talents that Solus zos Galvus himself asked her to start a martial art with his newfound gunweapons (gunblades, gunspears and so on). She stablished the foundations of the Garlean Gunswordsmanship, including the technique Terminus Est: a cross-shaped ceruleum proyectile attack that the user can manipulate at will. This discipline was made thinking that the soldier who wield it cannot use magic. Hrjst, however, can so after finishing her job there combined what she created with her own prowess, knowledge and capabilities developed a unique fightstyle where speed, pragamtism and style are the ones that stands out the most.

There were 4 key factors that made Hrjst, Aria back then, desrting the IVth Legion, even tho she belived that the vision of the Gabranth would save what was left of House Solidor: -Her love towards Ljotte kindled the flames of doubt, as the feelings towards her were becoming greater than the Cause. -The destruction of the Sky City of Bhujerba. A Garlean scientist conducted a research about the Auracite, a magical stone which name appears more than once in history, and reached the conclusion that he could elaborate an artificial one: Manufacted Auracite. Aria was asked to help on a test of the newformed stone's capabilities and effects on a secluded city. The artificial stone began to absorb aether from the sorrouding area that would end on an explosion that obliterated Bhujerba. Such conetration of aether made Aria enter in Mist frenzy aswell. There were no survivors among the investigation group of that day. -Njrn's death. Aria was the head on a expedition group in Golmore Jungle, in search of hidden insurgents. At one moment an arrow tried to pierce the Tribunus' skull but Aria dodged it and in retaliation she shot her gunblade to the origin of the attack. A body fell from the tree and would be then, when she went personaly to check who was the brave or fool that dared to attack her, Aria realised that was no other than her own mother. First she was shocked and after looking at her own hands, started to cry. The soldiers under her command asked her the next course of action but she didn't respond, she limited to grab carefuly her mothers corps and walked to the exit, leaving the squadron to defend themselves against the wood-warders. Aria mourned Njrn all that night. -The Bozjan Incident. The Legatus of the IVth, Noah van Gabranth tasked Aria tol Solidor to spy on a device that VIIth stablished in the Bozja Citadel, being odd that soldiers of the that legion were there when they should be on their westward march. After days of subterfuge Aria learned about Project Meteor and that not only the darnus were involved but Midas nan Garlond aswell. The Primus architectus magiteci sought contact with Dalamud, using an Allagan lunar transmitter donated by House Darnus. When the scientist communicated with Dalamud, its power was confirmed at a terrible cost, as nearly five thousand years' worth of pent-up energy was directed at the transmission tower. The beam was so intense that the entire surrounding city of Bozja was also vaporized in an instant, killing Midas and all of the city's inhabitants. Aria barely survived on her far away survey spot, her Echo awakening in that precise moment and fell unconsious. When she recovered her senses only dust remained. This tragedy settled Aria's desertion, faking her death along Bozja's. Before she left Othard she made sure to destroy all related to the Manufacted Auracite Project along its creator.

Hrjst is quite indepedent and usally goes her own way but if she likes the company she won't refuse to travel with them. Thinking she has lost all that she would consider direct family, be by the pass of time or the hell-fires of war, if a person manage to be a really close friend of her she would consider them family even if they are not related. A proof of this is Aurora Norvov, a young Viera that Hrjst saved from a perilous situation some years after the 7th Umbral Calamity. Hrjst helped her to integrate in Eorzea and teached her the basics of survival. In that time Hrjst grown a fraternal love to her to the point of considering her best and truly friend, the little sister she never had. "I'll take the skies and seas but I'll never be alone" this quote obviulsy refers to Aurora, and probably the glimmer of hope that Ljotte is still out there.

Part of her hidden inside yearns for a worthy oponent. Rarely her foes made her sweat or push her to her limit. That's why she deep down enjoyed her rivalry with Zenos Galvus, the only warrior who until today found truly worthy of respect, or better said his martial prowess rather than the individual.

She's quite good with technology. Her studies on the Academia of Garlemald focused on that area and the new-created Magitek. She doesn't reach the expertice of the masters of the craft like the Garlonds or Nero Scaeva obviously, but she can fend for herself in the field. For example the weapons she use nowdays are or well crafted all by herself or modified already exceptional ones. She's also an excellent pilot, be a magitek armor or an airship.

She loves nature aswell. In the debate "nature vs. technology", she would choose both. Hrjst believes that both concepts can coexist adressing a balance between them.

Among her talents, a very curious one is that she knows how to play cello. She was teached at a younger age in House Solidor's Manor as part of her education.

Hrjst has a little obsesion with the lifeform she met on her fight against Omega: Alpha. She likes animals but that being in form of a big-headed chocobo chick stole her heart. She looses easily her cool and cocky attitude in exchange of a very vulnerable and soft one, surprising anyone who sees her and knows her even a little bit. If she could hug Alpha forever she would.

The Author

Oh, hi! Farron here! First of all, thank you if you have read all my ramblings, means a lot. If you want to learn more about her or me I'm open to dm's and collabs (some of the characters in her lore borned from such colaborations) I also have other OCs that I'll try to show as soon as i have time, as well as detailed background of Hrjst bit by bit.