#Drilling Consultants

[consultant25]

Optimizing Oil and Gas Projects with Expert Casing Design and Drilling Consultants in Houston, TX

The oil and gas industry operates under intense economic pressures, complex environmental regulations, and a need for precision engineering, making specialized services like casing design and drilling consultation critical to successful operations. In Houston, TX—a major hub for the energy sector—companies like ARiES One are renowned for delivering tailored expertise in both of these crucial areas. By combining technical knowledge with hands-on experience, they help companies optimize every phase of their drilling projects, from planning to execution.

The Importance of Expert Casing Design

Casing design is fundamental to the structural integrity of a well. Designed to isolate the well from surrounding geology, casing provides essential support to prevent collapse and protect valuable reserves. Houston-based Casing Design consultants leverage both traditional engineering principles and advanced technologies to tailor casings specific to each drilling environment. This involves assessing parameters like pressure, formation characteristics, and well depth, ensuring that every casing meets the highest standards of safety and reliability. Whether dealing with high-pressure formations or corrosive environments, expert casing design lays the groundwork for seamless and efficient drilling operations.

ARiES One’s Houston team brings extensive experience to casing design projects across various geographies and complexities, from shallow onshore wells to ultra-deepwater locations. Their approach combines a commitment to safety and sustainability, helping clients navigate regulatory requirements and reduce risks. Properly designed casings not only contribute to operational stability but also aid in long-term project cost savings by minimizing the need for maintenance or repairs.

Enhancing Project Outcomes with Drilling Consultants

Drilling consultants bring specialized skills to guide projects in challenging conditions and ensure adherence to budgets and timelines. In Houston’s competitive energy market, these consultants assist with technical and logistical support, helping companies streamline their drilling processes. From project planning and resource allocation to real-time issue resolution, Drilling Consultants make sure that each step of the drilling process is executed with precision.

ARiES One’s drilling consultants in Houston focus on optimizing project performance by identifying potential obstacles before they arise and offering data-driven solutions to maintain efficiency. They assess critical factors such as drill string design, mud programs, and formation evaluation, ensuring that each drilling operation is aligned with project goals and risk management strategies. For offshore and deepwater projects, these consultants apply specialized knowledge in high-pressure and high-temperature environments, making a significant impact on project success.

Comprehensive Solutions for the Energy Sector

For energy companies in Houston and beyond, partnering with trusted casing design and drilling consultants like ARiES One means investing in project resilience, cost efficiency, and regulatory compliance. By engaging experts who understand the nuances of Houston’s oil and gas industry, companies can confidently navigate challenges and drive sustainable growth in an evolving energy landscape.

With a strong emphasis on quality and safety, ARiES One’s dedicated Houston-based consultants provide tailored services that help clients succeed in complex drilling projects. Whether it’s enhancing well integrity through precise casing design or ensuring operational efficiency with experienced drilling consultants, these services are vital for companies looking to maximize their project potential.

[growling]

making canon!yomi a system i don't even care. put more fucked up dudes inside of him

[blujayonthewing]

at the oral surgeon and barely spent any time in the waiting room, where I could have been fooling around in my sketchbook and Vibing. I have, however, spent a LOT of time sitting here waiting in the exam room after watching their friendly informed consent video about how all procedures involving sedation include a risk of death

[juliasgoodusername]

WIP while I listen to my feral girls playlist

[laxyogroups]

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[madmantechnologies]

Advancing Precision and Efficiency: The Silent Drilling System

Introduction: In the realm of construction and infrastructure development, noise pollution and its adverse effects have always been a concern. Traditional drilling methods, notorious for their noise levels, have often disrupted peace and tranquility in residential and urban areas. However, the introduction of the silent drilling system has revolutionized the construction industry by significantly reducing noise pollution while maintaining high efficiency and precision. This article explores the silent drilling system and its impact on construction practices.

Enhancing Efficiency: The silent drilling system integrates cutting-edge technology to enhance drilling efficiency. It employs advanced drilling techniques and materials that reduce friction and heat generation during the drilling process. By using specially designed drill bits and optimizing the rotational speed, the system achieves higher drilling speeds without compromising accuracy or safety. This increased efficiency translates into time and cost savings for construction projects, making the silent drilling system an attractive choice for contractors and developers.

Applications and Future Implications: The silent drilling system finds extensive applications in various construction projects, including urban infrastructure development, commercial building construction, and residential renovations. Its ability to reduce noise pollution and enhance drilling efficiency makes it particularly suitable for projects in densely populated areas, where noise regulations and community concerns are paramount. The system's success has also paved the way for further advancements in drilling technologies and construction practices, driving innovation in the industry and fostering a more sustainable and harmonious approach to urban development.

Conclusion: The silent drilling system represents a remarkable breakthrough in the construction industry, addressing the long-standing issue of noise pollution associated with traditional drilling methods. By combining enhanced efficiency, noise reduction, and improved safety features, this system has redefined drilling practices, setting new standards for environmentally conscious construction. As the industry continues to evolve, the silent drilling system serves as an excellent example of how innovative engineering solutions can mitigate the negative impacts of construction activities, promoting sustainable urban development while ensuring the well-being of surrounding communities and by consulting from MADMAN TECHNOLOGIES, and talking with the professional engineers can help you to know about the product much easier and understand about its usage.

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[homunculus-argument]

Random character dynamic: A ruler of a massive, mighty empire, and his pet wizard who foretells the future for him. The emperor has absolute, unwavering trust in the wizard's abilities, and never makes a desicion before consulting the wizard first. The emperor's wizard is of no noble birth nor formally educated, and the way they'll casually break courtly etiquette and speak like a peasant instead of a scholar is used to highlight their power - this is a true wizard, with powers natural born, not someone raised and trained to act like one.

Everyone knows the story of how the emperor encountered his wizard. The emperor's party was on a hunting trip in a distant region, and while going out to pursue some unusual game, they encountered a shepherd who warned them to not go this way, a storm will rise and kill the whole party. The emperor and his party ignored this warning and went after the beast they were hunting. A horrible storm came down on them and killed the whole party, save for the emperor.

As the sole survivor of this calamity that appeared out of nowhere, that nobody could have seen coming, the emperor suddenly remembered the shepherd, and realised that hold on, that strange hermit had foreseen this. Had we heeded their warning and not pursued the game, there would have been no storm. So he goes back to the village, finds the shepherd and goes holy shit are you a fucking wizard. And since only a true wizard would deny being a wizard, the emperor takes them with him.

Most of the things the emperor consults the wizard for are matters of common sense, that the wizard learns to weave into flattery - saying that the emperor's utterly idiotic idea would be a masterful move in any other time and place, but there is wisdom in knowing when to bide his time. Other members of the court and clergy start slipping the wizard requests of things that they should herd the emperor into doing, or not doing.

When the wizard admits to the other advisors that they don't actually have any kind of power of divination, they're told that the court already knows. This is how it has always been. The line of the emperors knows that the rulers who heed the warnings of their royal wizards tend to prosper, and the ones who ignore their sages or neglect to have one at all will fail.

This has been the case ever since the one emperor whose wizard had warned him to not let his wife drink so much while pregnant, or his heir's reign would be fated to be disastrous. The emperor ignored the warning and 30 years later, the aforementioned heir struggled to rule before being assasinated by his cousin, who took over the throne and whose line has ruled ever since, adamantly drilling it into every new generation to not ignore their wizards.

One might not be able to convince an emperor about things like "local peasants know how to predict the weather patterns of where they live" or "fetal alcohol syndrome is bad for your child", but they sure can believe in fate, and those with the power of divination.

[artbyblastweave]

Random Parahuman Abilities I've been sitting on for a while:

Porting some of these from Reddit.

The Mule is a stranger who becomes increasingly difficult to detect in proportion to how much weight he's currently supporting. The use of extremely cumbersome body armor allows for undetectable, but extremely time-consuming, smash-and-grab jobs and assassinations.

Jawbreaker is a blaster who spits her own teeth as hypersonic projectiles; she can fire them one at a time, or all at once in a shotgun blast of enamel. Her brute secondary causes her teeth to slowly regenerate over the course of 24 hours. Coldcut is a shaker/striker who can imbue bladed weapons with a cryokinetic effect; any cuts he makes will begin to locally drain ambient heat, in a way that quickly stacks in a death-by-a-thousand-cuts way. While obviously an immensely unpleasant kind of injury to sustain directly, Coldcut's preferred fighting style is to funnel his opponents into enclosed spaces that he's had time to repeatedly mark as his territory with numerous scratches, such that anyone who lacks Coldcut's secondary immunity to low temperatures will rapidly succumb to hypothermia. He runs an extremely-low-overhead cold-storage business on the side.

Pincushion is a thinker who becomes smarter in proportion to how much discomfort he's in, resulting in a consulting detective rocking cenobite aesthetics.

Pitch is a telekinetic whose telekinesis sets whatever she's manipulating on fire.

Manslide is a shaker who can locally reorient gravity so that "down" becomes whichever direction he's running in.

The Centralian is (was) a blaster/shaker with the ability to drill Navidson-style non-euclidean impossibly-deep tunnels into any discrete surface; if large enough, these tunnels would begin disgorging incredible volumes of noxious smoke, and eventually, hundreds and hundreds of monsters of the exact variety you'd expect would get disgorged from an infinite-smoking hell tunnel. Upon the consumption of his recently purchased cauldron vial, The Centralian accidentally generated a pit the size of a football field directly beneath himself and fell hopefully to his death; the resulting disaster area was up for classification as a PRT exclusion zone before it was discovered that the corpses of the pit monsters and the sides of the pit itself were both laden with rare-earth minerals. Now the whole area is actually kind of a boom town for capes with turbolethal powers and tinkers with supply-chain problems.

[consultant25]

Enhancing Efficiency and Success in Oil and Gas with ARiES One's Consulting Expertise

In the ever-evolving oil and gas industry, having the right expertise is crucial for overcoming challenges and achieving operational excellence. ARiES One, a full-service engineering consultancy based in Houston, Texas, offers specialized drilling and oil and gas consulting services that are pivotal in driving project success and efficiency.

Expert Drilling Consultants

Drilling operations are inherently complex and require precise execution to mitigate risks and ensure project timelines and budgets are adhered to. ARiES One’s Drilling Consultants bring a wealth of experience and technical know-how to every project. They are adept at planning and designing detailed drilling strategies that take into account geological conditions, environmental impacts, and safety protocols.

The consultants at ARiES One utilize advanced technologies and industry best practices to optimize drilling operations, whether onshore, offshore, or in deepwater environments. By focusing on minimizing risks and maximizing efficiency, they help clients achieve their drilling objectives with greater precision and reliability.

Safety is a paramount concern in drilling operations, and ARiES One’s consultants are committed to implementing rigorous safety measures. Through thorough risk assessments and safety protocols, they ensure that both personnel and the environment are protected, adhering to the highest industry standards and regulatory requirements.

Strategic Oil and Gas Consultants

ARiES One’s Oil and Gas Consultants provide comprehensive services that address the broader challenges of energy management and project execution. Their expertise spans project management, environmental compliance, and the integration of innovative technologies, all aimed at optimizing operations and ensuring sustainable growth.

The consultants work closely with clients to navigate the regulatory landscape, develop sustainable energy strategies, and implement advanced technologies. This holistic approach not only enhances operational efficiency but also ensures that projects comply with all relevant laws and standards, reducing the risk of costly delays and penalties.

ARiES One’s oil and gas consultants are also instrumental in strategic planning, helping clients make informed decisions that align with their long-term business goals. By offering tailored solutions and strategic insights, they empower clients to achieve their objectives in a competitive and rapidly changing industry.

[popponn]

dating consultations. [nagi seishiro x f!reader]

notes: it's like 'wow feelings eh' read in elmo voice. then add my nagi phase and my recent obsession with childhood friend!nagi, it turns out like this. warnings: mentions (in a very unserious way) and (manga esque) depiction of break up at the end (not between you and nagi), mentions of bunch of break ups on your part, pinning, childhood friends + gaming buddies (?), obliviousness, post canon au, minor cursing. wo/ta/koi influenced this in some ways.

“Nagi Seishiro, listen to me,” you began.

“Don’t wanna,” Nagi replied, without lifting his head from his phone.

“So, I think my boyfriend broke up with me after finding out I spent money on gacha game,” you continued on, ignoring Nagi’s refusal. “I mean, sure, that's not a good financial decision. But hey, my husband gotta go home somehow and it's like an extra money that I already planned to spend anyway. Don't you get it?”

“No, I don't.”

“Exactly—but you see, I also think that he was honest, and what bothered him the most is because he found out that you and I play better in another game that he also played…” you trailed off at a sudden, more unpleasant that appeared in your mind. “…Seishiro, if I suddenly kick you out of the leaderboard’s number one spot, you will still be my friend right?”

“Nope,” Nagi replied without missing a beat. Like a rite of passage, you knew what came afterward would make you angry. “Your aim at FPS sucks way too much for that to happen.”

Immediately, you heaved out a short huff. You then threw your body over Nagi’s quickly, cuddling the soft blanket draped over him and enjoying the soft detergent scent left on it. Whining and protesting, you “Cheer me up, you brat! I raised you on my back since kindergarten and this is how you repay me?! We grew up in the same litter—spare some sympathy for me!”

(Seishiro found his whole body stiffening when you buried your face on his shoulder and pressed your chest towards his arm. Through the blanket, he could faintly feel your warmth and body. Five years ago, this would have been something he would brush off without batting an eye. Having crushes on oblivious childhood friends who only saw you as childhood buddies is hard—Seishiro noted dully.)

“Eh, why?” Nagi questioned back, blankly, focus still drilled on the PVP shooting game he was on. “This is your…how many breaks up it had been already?”

“…I know your social IQ is low, but can you stop rubbing salt over my wounds?”

“Anyway, don’t you think you break up way too often already to feel hurt?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…ah,” Nagi mindlessly cut the silence between the two of you. “That headshot was dirty.”

“…you are really bad at this whole cheering up thing,” you chided, sounding all too fond for it to have any effect at all. “And stop making me sound like some Whatpad bad boy.”

(From the corner of his sight, Seishiro saw a small smile etched itself on your lips. It was still too bittersweet for his liking, but at least after this—like always, as Seishiro had come to remember after all this time, without willing to—you would cheer up and stop talking about your nth ex. You wouldn’t sulk anymore and go on with whatever else except some guy who happened to be your ex.)

“Didn’t you say you want to be one, back in middle school?” Nagi questioned. “Also hurry up and log in, I need to grind for new artifacts.”

“That was middle school!” you screeched, feeling your whole head heating up due to some embarrassing flashbacks. “And you are still playing another game—I will log in later—”

“I’m done,” Nagi said, perfectly timed with the winning screen his phone displayed. “Log in. Hurry. Hurry.”

You glared dirtily at Nagi and his timing—or luck, whichever it was this time. “I hate you. Also, use Al-Haizen and Seno, I want the full ikemen academy team today.”

“Their synergy is shit.”

“And they are handsome. Your point?”

“I don’t wanna.”

“I will curse you with all defense and flat sub stat if you dare.”

“…that’s awful,” Nagi said, finally. His defeat was imminent from the start.

You sent him a wolfish smile, “And I’m still your only gaming buddy. Shush and just log in, big koala.”

“The one who is stuck on my back is you,” Nagi commented, while still following your words and changing his team before requesting to go to your map.

You laughed as you pressed your phone. With a certain brand of closeness laced in your voice, you protested, “Why are you this nosy with me? Last time I checked you are pretty obedient to Mikage, Isagi, and your captain.”

(Seishiro tried to process your words for a moment. To him, the answer has always been obvious in the way that both you and him even bothered to stick close to each other even as the two of you approached the age of twenty together. In how the one you told everything to is still him despite everyone in your life. In how if you ask, he will walk through the city just to pick you up after a terrible date and walk side by side to your home.)

Nagi stayed silent for a moment. From his side profile—adorable, handsome, yet still as baby-faced and familiar as ever—you could see how he was thinking. Then, he offered you an answer in a half-baked, dry tone, “…because it’s you?”

Once again, you laughed. Trying to swallow whatever odd beat his answer managed to draw from your heart deep and away from your face. “Gosh—watch your wording, Sei—oh, you are in already. Let’s go artifact farming! If it’s shitty let it just be Seishiro’s and not mine!”

As you hurriedly pressed your screen, you tried to not realize Nagi’s stare from your side.

You were not ready yet to admit whatever you felt for him was real. This was only a side effect of consecutive terrible break ups.

That was it and nothing else.

(”I don’t think I am the one you are in love with,” your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—told you gently. This was yet another same reason, just told to you in a gentler, more understanding way.

You could only watch him silently. You were confused, yet a part of you somehow managed to understand what he meant. However, you still couldn’t put what it was into words despite all that.

“..well, I don’t think you do it by purpose,” the man in front of you said with a nervous laugh. “…nonetheless, I’m rooting for the two of you. Don’t make him wait for too long, okay?”

Hearing that, even if you still couldn’t grasp much yet, you forced yourself to respond through your tears. “…I’m sorry...?”

“Don’t be. It should be me, really.” Ever the nice guy, your ex-boyfriend still smiled. “This is more of me saving myself from hurting in the future… just, think of it as me being bitter for being worse than you and that childhood friend of yours in that shooting game, okay?”

You laughed bitterly at that. Your crying hadn’t ceased yet, yet you managed out another reply, “Seriously? You are a shitty nice guy.”

Still smiling, your ex—a good friend, a gentle person, a diligent worker—gave you a chuckle that sounded guilty. “…sorry. I really hope we can still remain friends after this.”

“Of course. No way I’m letting go of a star student as a group project member just because of a breakup,” you joked, even if you were unsure of the future. Then, remembering how he is, you added, “And get your ugly mug off my sight now. We are breaking up—stop smiling, you bastard.”

“…well, then… should I… accompany you home…?”

“You are my ex now—no way, nice guy,” you shut him off quickly. Then, after a pause, it felt like an answer as you continued.

“…I will just call Nagi. Go away.”)

[piratefishmama]

rewatching Psych and i still think the worst possible thing that could have happened in that series was Shawns dad being hired as a liason for the 'consultants' only to then immediately ice his son out of pretty much everything, drying up cases, forcing him to fire the secretary they'd JUST hired, basically almost running the business into the ground.

like. dude???

you TRAINED your son, you trained his photographic memory like some kind of drill sergeant, you forced him into ridiculous treasure hunts for easter eggs involving BURYING them deep underground, you shoved him into the trunk of your car to train him in how to get out of a kidnapping situation among many other kinda fucked up things, you basically TRAINED HIM for what he was doing.

and just because his methods didnt line up with what his dad wanted, because lets be real while Shawn did 100% the detectives exam he definitely could NEVER work 'by the book', Henry tried to ice him out of the ONE job he'd kept for years? After being hired to LIASE not to STOP. After Shawn saved countless lives over the years just by utilising that photographic memory HIS DAD trained up, after he was DOING the detective job just in his own way.

it was a dick move, i kind of hate his dad. like yeah sometimes he was helpful, sometimes he begrudgingly supported the shenanigans, but he was ultimately, pretty shitty.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Protesters occupying a camp established by a First Nation in northern Alberta to defy drilling operations on its traditional lands have been ordered to vacate.  The camp — a tipi and tents flanked by rows of trucks lining the road 75 kilometres east of Peace River, Alta. — is Woodland Cree First Nation's latest effort to oppose Obsidian Energy's expansion plans. The camp is the latest development in an increasingly tense conflict between Woodland Cree and Obsidian after the operator was blamed for a string of earthquakes in the region. The First Nation says it is owed meaningful consultation and final authority over what industrial development occurs on its traditional lands. Company officials say it has consulted with the WCFN and the Indigenous community has no such veto rights. 

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[jadkyll]

i like thinking about azul and a spiritual reader-

cw: azul has a single thought alluding to his past body issues, azul doesn’t believe in zodiacs 😞 but he will now 😼

—

azul seeing you one day, legs across your heartslabyul friends lap on a bench in the court yard.

jade, actually, was the one to point you out (more like sharply elbow into his gills- ribs he meant!) to the octomer.

you were boredly flicking through your phone as the one called ‘mackeral’ by floyd chased grim around groups of lingering students. “like those cartoons of the chicken chasing the wolf” floyd mused with his brother. but azul was too busy screen peeking as he walked by.

you were on that mage-tok, and a document in your notes.

azul’s eyes widen when you scroll down and start typing into search ‘retrograde’- yet he was too far past to see what else you were typing.

he didn’t need to look back to know what you were searching.

“it seems like our little prefect is looking for some… celestial guidance” jade’s smile is damning as he looks at his brother, arms lyingly behind his head giving the moray a bored demeanor.

yet his brother and octofriend know the truth. the three already devising a plan.

‘a happy accident’ azul scowls externally at the memory of jade’s knowing eyes. but what was worse than that stupid glint in his eye was the evil shine in his pearly white, carnivorous smile.

a shit eating grin, if you would.

azul shook himself of the thought and paced in front of the ‘operation: make [name] fall in love with the power of fate!’ or MNFLPF for short.

“man i dunno why’re yer so outta shape ov’r this.” azul’s pacing stops at the lilt in floyd’s voice.

“because” azul swiftly runs both of his pointer fingers and thumbs across the metal pointer. azul’s oversized jacket ruffling as he steps towards the lounging eels. dressed to the nines in their monstro lounge uniforms, azul had called them in for a ‘strategy meeting for next month.’ yet here they were, staring you and 20 red, dizzying strings in the face. wrapped around thumb tacks like kelp to a boat’s motor, the connected to different photos, written paragraphs, a star chart? no. two star charts.

your’s and- presumably- azul’s

“there is no such thing as fate, only preparation, hard work, grit” azul squeezes his baton inspirationally.

“but” his face softens, his shoulders relaxing into an almost dissapointed shrug. “[name] thinks differently- which is why” he takes a step back, smacking the chart with it’s own lines and symbols on it. “-we’re going to push her in the right direction?” jade finished with a poised sip of tea, legs crossed elegantly compared to his brother’s brutish man spreading.

“precisely” azul hums.

“why not just ask ‘er out?” floyd asks, drilling for gold in his ear, inspecting it, it appears he got nothing. he meet’s his ‘boss’’ gaze in a challenge.

“it’ll beat whatever” he ways his pinkie dismissingly “this is”

“none sense floyd. if azul think’s he needs help from the stats then let him consult his lucky one. who are we to judge, hm?” jade sips his tea, hooded eyes drinking in the offended octopi’s expression.

“you- no! i am merely convincing [name] that i am the right one via playing along with their horoscope.” he points to a ‘O’ with horns, bright red marker under it.

“according to” he rolls his eyes at the twin’s snickering “the stars- yes yes, it says that for the next month a ‘romantic oppurunity will make itself known, so stay villgient’ verbatium from the app they use- privy to jade and his, resources”

jade’s free gloved hand bows for him, floyd ‘whooping’ and celebrating his twin. a ‘go jade!’ spurring the twin to stand up and full bow. floyd only started clapping aggressively not because he cared, but because of the blooming blue blush that was making it was on azul’s cheeks.

“enough!” his hand slashes for attention and respect! his foot stomping in anger and a juvenile show of emotions. but the twins shaking bodies quickly deflates the bubble of control. a defeated sigh and a calming brush through his silver locks, his pinkie catching his long bang, he looks back to the board.

he circled the board once to attempt diffusing his embarrassment. “so for the entire month i will put myself and the prefect in situations where attraction can- and will, spark. that may lead to further progressions in our relationship-“

“just ask ‘em out!” the twins had sat down in their respected spots on the couch like nothing happened. floyd, not one to keep his thoughts to himself sounds from the peanut gallery.

azul ignores him, turning to the board with an eyes roll.

“now!” he swats the board again “the plan.”

“so the plan’s bullshit”

by the end of the month azul and the twins had navigated rose mazes in heartslabyul and scaled sand dunes in scarbia and had nothing to show for it.

except for an embarrassing amount of black mail material the twins had gathered up. that was something that made this whole crapshot worth it.

by some higher power (jade thinks the universe should tip them for keeping you safe from azul’s tentacular hold) you had alluded and or missed every attempt azul had planned to ensnare your heart by convenience.

your umbrella was magically missing? why, a kind soul like azul has one to spare! better yet, why not share it?

except he didn’t account for you hoisting your jacket over your head, grim’s fat stomach tussling you hair as you both held onto the makeshift covering and ran for it.

tsk. fine. one of many plans he had in mind.

your lunch money was pick picketed by an expert thief [for hire]? how troubling indeed dear prefect, how about you allow him to- and off you ran to your friends, chastising ace about him ‘owing you one from that one time that one time’

azul bites his lip in a vain attempt to control his emotions.

no matter, he has ample opportunity.

yet none came as time after time his plans would get foiled by you or own of your anemone friends.

it was the last day of the month on a full when azul decided, uncharacteristically of him, to go on a moonlit walk. usually, his daily routine guided him into his dorm at the end of the day, yet a flicker of melancholy and nostalgia of lonely moonlit night spurred this need for moonlight.

so there he was, on a bench head in his lap and hands tugging his hair as his mind races over the prolonged abuse he had suffered.

he’d never admit it, bur with each attempt his heart sunk lower, and deeper into the pits of this human stomach he’s borrowing. yet with grit in his teeth and determination in his eye he stoodfast and did his best. azul prided himself in the thought that he was better than everyone else.

over coming the tragedy of childhood loneliness is a feat many cannot brag about, but not him. he showed them, beat every single bully at their own game, rose to the tops in academia and had the oppurunity to continue his studies on land- something his classmates can only dream of.

he’s azul ashengrotto! a house warden in his sophmore year, en-route to be salutatorian points behind riddle rosehearts, he has a successful business at the age of 17 for crying out loud! he is better! smarter! skinnier than everyone else! so why-

“hey-“

azul jerks up with a gasp. eyes stinging behind his foggy glasses, novemeber air biting his nose.

fuck.

it was you.

“you okay?” cold air puffed from your lips as you tilted your head quizzically. he hated the way your eyes carful picked at him, he felt exposed in you gaze. so he did what he did best, and hid behind his practiced charm.

“naturally, i was just enjoying the crisp november evening…“ ‘a half lie,’ he thinks. he wasn’t enjoying any of it. yes, the cold weather soothed a pit in his stomach and calmed his frying nerves, but he couldn’t escape the mental torment raging inside his mind.

the constant flexing and un-flexing of his hands and toes, gritting of his teeth and sudden bursts of intense, anxious breathing.

he wasn’t enjoying any of it.

like a march lit against a match box in a pitch black room, you had managed to steal his attention away yet again.

you hum in agreement, looking around at the scenery. the black metal street lamps warmed the forever growing leaf piles that decorated the walkway in fall. different reds and browns contrasted with the glowing greens, the light wind rustling and messing with the fallen leaves.

“i had the weirdest dream”

“is that so?”

you sit down next to him, fiddling with that necklace you have on. running your thumb over its grooves and ridges. you had told him once that you got it at some shop for a few bucks. whatever ‘a few bucks’ meant, he assumed it must’ve been quite the penny with how you talk about it. how he’s never seen you without it once. the black yarn holding up the pendant could’ve been fused to your skin as far as he was aware.

“it was about…” you look at him, your eyes narrowing a millimeter in thought as you raked over his slightly more relaxed form. his body language betraying every nerve he thought he had hidden as he struggles to suavely sit back against the bench.

“you actually”

azul’s blue blood ran white as he felt his entire body freeze up.

“w-what?”

you gave him no time to finish as you scotted closer to him, bright eyes peering at him unnaturally.

“you sell yourself short mr-“ you raised your hands in quotation marks “20-step-plan”

a fire was lit in his as the november air turned his suit and jacket into a sauna suit. his cheeks were calming up as his mouth was gaping like a fish thrown on board.

you fix the croaked fedora on his head and lovingly close his mouth.

“i’d love to go on a date with you azul, text me the deets, ‘kay!” like a switched flip you scooted away, bounced on your heels up and continued on your merry way.

no need to tell azul about the day dream of two whispering eels in PE. especially not the one where you saw him trip and fall over his own shoe laces trying to catch up with you.

you decided (and the twins) decided he needed a little lucky star of his own.

fate, if you would.

boo i got lazy at the end

[rip-quizilla]

There Will Be No Tenderness (Band Politics)

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 8: Band Politics

A/N: This is a two-part story. Both parts can be read as one-shots, but together they create one complete narrative. Part 2 will be posted for Day 12: Ow! and while this post does not contain any mature content, part 2 will be a strictly 18+ smutty story.

WC: 985

Tags: Eddie Munson X Henderson!Reader, backup singer!Reader, female!Reader, enemies to lovers, bratty reader, arguing counts as foreplay, strong language

Summary: You've been stepping on Eddie's toes ever since you joined Corroded Coffin, and he's finally had enough.

Divider was created by @strangergraphics

Eddie wouldn’t call you an enemy. 

He might call you an adversary. A rival. He’d most certainly call you a pain in his ass. 

He told himself he had the power to kick you to the curb if he finally decided he’d had enough. All it would take was one ‘you’re out!’ from him, and you’d be gone. That’s what he had to tell himself. 

Because he knew the rest of the band loved you too much to let him simply kick you out without consulting them first. 

He hated it. Hated how quickly you’d gotten on their good sides.  

His word used to be law around here- the most argumentative band member had always been Gareth. At the most, he’d grumble a bit when Eddie disagreed with him but he’d never contradict him. 

Then you came along.

When Eddie had mentioned to Dustin that they were looking for someone to do some backup vocals on a track, he’d laughed when the twerp suggested his older sister since she “had a background in musical theater”. He’d still been laughing when you showed up to one of their practices asking them to give you a shot. The laughter had only stopped when you’d suggested they play Flash of the Blade, and you’d known every word. Hit every note. Given him fucking goosebumps. 

It wouldn’t have been so bad if you’d assimilated into the band’s culture without any discord. If you’d been just as agreeable as the rest- but you had a lot of opinions, and they always seemed to contradict Eddie’s.

“We were a little flat on the second verse,” he would say, to which you would reply, “I thought we were perfect!”

“You came in too early on the chorus.” he would tell you, and you would bite back, “I was on time, you were late.”

Then you’d had the gall to suggest staying in the band as a permanent member- in front of the entire band- without consulting him first. 

The guys had all been so happy to agree- fuck yes! They’d exclaimed. About time! They’d cheered. Nobody asked Eddie if he thought it was a good idea. Which he didn’t. 

You were too argumentative. Too quick to disagree with him even though this was his fucking band. You were insubordinate. Fucking mutinous. 

The last straw was that gig in Bloomington. 

The band had been asked to play a college party. Eddie hadn’t established any kind of uniform for the performance- he wasn’t a drill sergeant. He’d simply told the band to dress casual.

And then you had shown up in an outfit that was so slutty, it looked like it jumped out of a porno. 

A black skirt made of pleated black pleather, just long enough to skim the bottom of your ass. A tiny black baby tee that was so ripped, he could see the black lacy bra you wore underneath. Black combat boots with platform heels. Lipstick red as fresh blood. 

“Absolutely not.” Eddie had declared, turning his back on you within seconds of laying eyes on your ensemble. 

“What do you mean?” you scoffed, incredulously. Already arguing, Eddie noted. Not surprised. 

“I’m wearing exactly what you told us to wear!”

“I’d hardly call that casual.” he countered.

“This is my casual.”

“Yeah, for casual Fridays at the brothel you look like you came from!” 

“Haven’t you heard the phrase sex sells? Eddie, rockstars put girls in bikinis onstage all the time, why is this any different?” 

Eddie rolled his eyes. Of course you didn’t get it. “If we resort to selling sex, it’s like we’re openly admitting that we think our music isn’t good! It’s saying that we don’t think our music is worth paying attention to, so hey! Let’s put some tits and ass up on the stage, that’ll get people’s attention!”

“Oh, and I’m the tits and ass?’

“You said it, sweetheart, not me.”

“Fuck you!” you spat. 

“Yeah, right back atcha.”

He half expected you to walk away, but he should have known better by now. 

“Why don’t you like me?” you asked, blunt and demanding as you took a step closer to him. 

Eddie blanched. “I like you just fine.”

“Bullshit.”

“God, you always have to argue, huh?”

You scoffed. “I do when you’re wrong. Or lying to me, which you’re doing right now because you most definitely do not like me.” 

“God, you’re infuriating.” Eddie raked his fingers through his hair, searching for somewhere more private to hash this out before you caused a scene in the middle of this party house. Spying a nearby bathroom, he grabbed your wrist and hauled you to it before closing the door and locking it behind him. 

“Fine. You wanna hear it?” Eddie seethed. “No, I don’t like you. You’ve never agreed with me, not once. You always have something to say, and-”

“Are you saying I’m not entitled to an opin- mmph!”

Eddie silenced you with a hand to your mouth, launching your eyes from angry slits to saucers. 

“No. For once in your goddamn life, you’re going to listen to me without arguing.”

You made no motion to move him off you. You simply watched him, eyes wide and waiting. 

“Everyone likes you. They used to listen to me, but now they also listen to you. That would be fine with me if you would just fucking agree with me once in a while. Don’t just oppose me outright every time.”

Slowly, he removed his hand from your mouth. You were silent, eyes still wide as they followed his hand when it left your skin. Your breathing was heavy, cheeks heated and body language shifted- where there was usually brash confidence, Eddie now saw coy submission. 

This would have seemed out of place, but the look in your eye told Eddie all he needed to know.

“You… liked that… didn’t you?”

Read the sequel, Love Me Mercilessly (Day 12: Ow!)