#Rubber Roofing Tools

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look alright, I know everyone is headcanoning Grian as a kōtare (kingfisher) this season because of his obsessive crush on the ocean but I need you guys to hear me out on this okay... if anyone is a kōtare this season it's 100% Gem (I mean c'mon her skin has the blues and everything!). no, Grian is not a kōtare, Grian is and always will be a kea.

(reasoning under the cut because it got kind of long, as well as some pictures of birds being idiots)

first things first, not only are they a parrot (which I have seen Grian headcanoned as being alongside being a macaw specifically) but their colors fit his vibe, just look at these funky lil guys??

majestic dorks.

secondly, kea are not only the worlds only alpine parrot (hello magic mountaineers? he may have a crush on the ocean but he did choose to build his base against a mountain this season), they're also well known for being (and I feel the need to stress this) absolute fucking prankster gods. they're literally known for their mischievous, chaos bringing personalities, are smart as hell, and are extremely curious and playful to boot. they're literally (lovingly) called the 'clown of the mountain' by some people.

like seriously, here's a small list of things kea have been known to do:

dive bombing roofs to, essentially, use them as fun little slides

they also like to roll stones down roofs for fun

exploring anything new - they're known to investigate backpacks, skis, and even cars, they especially love anything they can easily mess with or grab

on the topic of investigating backpacks, they will literally open said backpacks in order to steal things like food

knocking over skis so that they can ride downhill on them

throwing stones at humans for fun

peeling off and eating the rubber on cars

just fucking with cars in general (see below for an image of a kea messing with a towbar) they'll strip your car of anything not bolted or welded down

they'll nick anything they can get their grubby little beaks or claws on including wallets and passports

breaking into houses through cat doors

turning on water taps

learning to use tools to set off stoat traps

playing with traffic cones

playing with snowballs

there was a kea that literally locked a guy inside of his hut

on top of all of this, they're known to do some of this stuff just to entertain other kea around them.

here's some pictures of the idiots doing their thing:

basically, these guys are dicks and I have never seen a more Grian-coded bird in my life than these little shits. kea Grian supemacy.

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Survivor!Leland Dad Headcanons

i am so so so so head over heels for this gorgeous ball of fluff i cannot even explain. literally spent the past like 4 hours rambling about him i cant get over him hes so MMM

Cw: mild angst, i'll make the angsty paragraphs purple so you can avoid them if you just want fluff :)

!!WARNING!!: you will get baby fever.

Leland is a country boy at heart, and he definitely chooses to settle down with you on a small ranch complete with a few acres of property, just in case you ever want to have livestock or expand, but also because he wants room to build playsets and make sure his kids are getting out and have space to play outside.

He'd buy the wood to make a playset, and he'd get all of his dad's tools together and stand out back, staring at the pile of scrap, trying to figure out what to do with it. He wasn't all that familiar with it, but he wanted something handmade- he wanted to be able to build a play set so he could tell his kids about it. You'd go out back and chat with him about it, and every time he explained his vision to you, it was something different.

After about a month, you ended up just purchasing one of those store-made play sets and gave him some of the supplies as well as the instructions. However, he used the wood parts he'd gotten for the bulk of it. The playset ended up looking a little strange- most of it was natural wood, but then the roof and stairs were plastic, and the slide, and the railings, but it had a bit of charm to it. And Leland loved bragging about how he built it himself. You still remember the large grin he wore when he presented it to you, and then leaned down, speaking to your stomach and telling your baby how about all the fun they were going to have on it.

He spent the next two-weeks baby proofing it. Padding everywhere, he managed to static-proof the slide, he added extra stability to the fences, and it ended up looking even more... unique. You teased him about it, telling him that kids were going to find a way to get hurt no matter how much he baby proofed it, but he was stubborn that some was better than none. You let him get away with it, until...

He started baby proofing the house. Some, you understood. Outlet covers. Cabinet locks. Baby gates by the stairs- that was all fine. But then he started putting rubber softeners against every sharp surface, he moved around all of the silverware so that it was out of reach- out of your reach, too, and hardly organized. You put an end to this really quickly, and although he was clearly anxious about your kids finding a way to hurt themselves, you'd tell him that- yeah, they were kids. That's what they were great at. He was just making your lives harder without really doing anything. So, he took it back a notch, though you did notice him sprinkle in random rubber rounders on sharp corners. You didn't call him out on it, and he eventually was satisfied, and stopped, leaving it to rest.

He dresses his babies in overalls and cow-print onesies, the fabric always has some sort of pattern on it, whether its small horses or sunflowers- whatever it was, it had a pattern on it. He wasn't very good at picking out outfits for them, as they very often clashed and he didn't understand that you can't just mix patterns, but with a bit of guidance from you (and you supervising him when you shop for clothes), he slowly got better at picking out outfits for them, and also started getting a bit better at picking out his own outfits as a bonus.

While it wasn't a terrible case, you did suffer from a bit of postpartum depression, especially with your first, and Leland felt awful about it, like genuinely gut-wrenchingly bad, so he did everything possible to make things easier on you. He always offered to be the one on wake-up duty, refusing to let you get up out of bed when the baby started crying. If you wanted, he'd go and get them and hand them off to you, letting you hold them for a little while and let them fall back asleep before he returned them to the nursery.

One night, you'd waken up to the baby crying, but Leland reassured you that he'd take care of them, so you went back to sleep. When you woke up about an hour later, Leland still wasn't there, and you grew a little worried. You got up out of bed and checked the nursery, and both of them were gone. You immediately went into a panic, and you headed down the stairs, only to find Leland on the living room carpet with your baby, leaning against the couch as he dangled a foil toy above them. He yawned; he looked absolutely exhausted, and he was dozing off as he bobbed the toy up and down.

"Lee?" "Huh-? I'm awake, I'm awake, where is she?" He jolted awake, looking around until he spotted your daughter reaching up for the toy above her head, and he let out a breath of relief. "Sorry, she just would not go back to sleep. I came down to start the coffee, and set her down here, and.... Guess I just dozed off." You laughed, walking over to him and sitting next to him, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Do you wanna go get some sleep? I don't mind starting some coffee and watching her." "Are you sure?" "Positive. Go get some sleep, babe, you're all good," you reassured. He kissed your cheek, and then kissed his daughter's forehead before heading back upstairs.

Especially for your first kid, he got really anxious when they'd cry. He'd try all sorts of things- tried burping them, tried feeding them, tried playing with them, anything he could think of. And it took a lot of persuasion for him to realize that, no, your kid was not dying, they were a baby, and babies cry. He got a lot more accustomed to this idea by the second, and then the third, and was pretty much a pro by the fourth kid.

Oh yeah, four kids. Three girls and one boy. He is SUCH a girl dad and I will not be accepting criticism on this.

Every single time you gave birth, you'd hold the baby for about fifteen minutes before passing it off to Leland, who refused to give it back for at least an hour. He'd tell you to just get some rest, you deserved it, and he just wanted to take the trouble off your hands. "Our baby is not trouble," you'd remind, but he'd shush you, and as time went on, your kids started chiming in, telling you "Just get some sleep, mom!", and you'd pretend to go to sleep, and Leland would sit on the floor with them, letting them see their new sibling.

He wouldn't let them be held by any of your kids, he didn't want to risk the worst, but he'd talk it through with the kids, explaining the story that Mom worked really really hard for their new sibling, so they needed to be gentle with them, and be patient. The older ones understood it, but the younger ones had a little trouble grasping the fact that babies could be loud, and annoying, and frustrating, but he'd explain to them that babies can't do anything else because they don't know much. Exactly the way that you'd first reassured him about his anxieties with the baby crying.

Another thing that never changed were his occasional anxiety attacks, usually after a bad nightmare back to the event, or when he couldn't sleep despite his meds, and he paced in the bathroom, running his fingers through his hair over, and over, and over again. Thinking about the what if's. Thinking about all of it. And he'd get on the edge of tears, the edge of really breaking down, before he'd go into the nursery and sit next to the crib. He'd set his hand inside, and the moment that his baby's tiny fingers wrapped around one of his, he'd let out a tense exhale, managing a smile. Even when they were grown, he'd stand in the frame of their door in the middle of the night, reassuring himself that he'd done fine. That he'd made a life for himself. Made a family for himself. That they'd be proud of him. And while it never got easier, he got better at understanding it, at calming himself down, at reassuring himself.

As his kids get older, they start asking about his scars. You overhear it from where you're cleaning in the kitchen, and you step closer, listening in. At first, you worry that he'll shut down- you know how sensitive subject it is for him, and there's silence.

"Daddy?" Your daughter asked, and you could hear a sniffle. He let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah, see, you aren't s'posed to know about 'em. Stuff you don't wanna know about your daddy, kiddo," he'd respond, and you could practically see the pout on her face. It was his fault he spoiled them so much. "C'mon, daddy, tell me! Please? I promise I won't tell anyone else," she hummed. "Nobody? Not even your brother?" "Nobody," she assured, and he sighed. "Well, before you were born... I went on a lot of adventures. Me and my friends. See, we had to fight these real bad guys. During the battle, they got a good couple of hits on me, and that's what the scars are from." "Did you win?" There was another pause. "Yeah, sugar, I won." "Where are your friends now?" Another pause. "They're out there protectin' others. They don't have kids like me and your mom. I had to retire from kickin' butt," he teased. "You're still my hero, daddy." You smiled, and you could hear his voice break as he replied with, "I love you, baby. Don't ever forget that, alright? No matter what happens." "I know, I love you too, dad."

It wasn't long before your kids started to touch his scars in passing, when they were playing with him, or when he was sitting on the couch next to him. They'd lean against his shoulder and touch the ones on his forceps, ones that you knew were far too small to be sensitive. But then they'd touch the ones on his back, and you'd hear him let out a quiet grunt, trying to shift- not shift away, but shift so that his back faced them, and they'd ease up their pressure. He'd remind them to be gentle, and they'd oblige, gently tracing the scars on his back.

He understood that they were curious; they were young, and touch was how they explored. He would've been curious too, at their age. So he was patient with them, and understanding. Even when they'd accidentally poke at a sensitive spot, and his jaw would tighten, but he never got angry at them. Sometimes, he'd give you a look, and you'd understand immediately, and distract the kids with something else so he could have his personal space.

It wasn't long before a lot of his scars were named. The ones on his back were Billy and Jessie, and the one on his chest was Hugh. The others had names too, but they changed pretty often. Those three remained the same, though. Sometimes the kids would line them with colorful markers, drawing wings around them or drawing faces on the scar tissue, and he got used to them messing with the scars, and it started to affect him less.

From the minute they grasp the concept of walking, those kids are dancing. Or, at the very least, bouncing as Leland danced around them, singing to whatever was on the radio at that moment. He loved having dance parties with his kids, and you'd join in, and he'd twirl you, your kids acting as a hype squad as the two of you danced. He liked letting his kids pick out something from his vinyl collection and putting it on, dancing along to his favorites and teaching them how to dosey-doe and square dance.

The first time his daughter fell off of her bike, he cried way more than she did. She was already back on the bike, asking for Leland to help her, and he was practically bawling, talking about how he was so proud of her for being so strong. You'd laugh, and step in, helping her out while he collected himself.

The moment that his daughters have enough hair to clip a bow on, he's doing it for them. He does it for every outing, all the way until they graduate. Every prom, he set up one of the bedrooms as a sort of salon, and he did all of their hair for them, even the ones who weren't going to prom that year. And every year, he was teary-eyed as he did it, rambling about how much they've grown up.

With his son, most people expected him to go hog wild with the sports dad thing, but he was entirely the opposite. he didn't want his son to get hurt, so he never even encouraged the idea of sports.

"Lee, you were in football in high school. Don't you want that opportunity for him?" "I knew a guy who was paralyzed from football." "You knew a guy, or you heard it on the radio?" "..................I'm not takin' any risks."

He swears your hormones are contagious. If he walks in on you crying, he starts crying, and he never cried before you had kids. And then both of you would be crying, and neither of you would know why, so you'd start laughing, and then you'd go back to crying again. He didn't understand it in the slightest, but he was fine as long as you and his kids were.

Speaking of hormones, you had to sit him down when your oldest daughter got about 12, and you gave him a very in depth discussion about how periods work, what he should expect, and what he can do to help.

The next time he came back from the store, he had a box of every single brand of pad and tampon. And he assured you that it was important because you never know what might work. Well, what worked was the first box that they tried, and now Leland was left with a lot of boxes and a lot of period products. So, what did he do?

He broke down the boxes and took out all of the period products. And he made a fort with the boxes, using the pads as adhesive and using the tampons as decoration. You and your two daughters stumbled across him working in the living room, laying on his back as he used a pad to tape two boxes together.

"Dad...? What are you doing?" Your eldest asked, the three of you exchanging a glance. "Are you okay, daddy?" The younger one added, and he sat up, turning towards the three of you with the happiest, most proud-dad grin on his face. "It's a period palace!" He laughed, showing off his work.

The kids didn't play in it much, but he and Jacs had their fun with it, and before long it was thrown out, probably for the best.

When referring to him in conversation with your kids, you'd refer to him as Dad, or Daddy, and he'd refer to you as Mom. However, when he was being more affectionate, he'd refer to you as Mama instead.

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V E L O C I T Y || PART 1

A/N: WOOP WOOP, finally part 1 is DONE, I've been writing it for so long now lmao. Anyway, I, once again, ask everyone to go and thank @crackedpumpkin for giving me the courage to write this (and also go read their fics, it's literally a masterpiece like 💖). There might be errors as I haven't proof read this yet, so if you find anything lmk please !! Enjoy!! (Also it's 2 am here, and I got a lecture in the morning, so I'm genuinely warning yall, there might be some odd mistakes)

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The smoke hangs thick in the air, twisting and billowing like ghostly tendrils as it mingles with the sharp tang of burnt rubber and the pungent scent of gasoline. From the haze, You watch as the familiar wave of energy flows all around you and the people present. Gray mist, speckled with red, similar to the mist after a night of rain in your street, the red from the lights illuminating the road. You feel a smile threatening to form as you absorb this energy.

You nearly jump in surprise when a familiar voice speaks through the earpiece you're wearing—a reminder of why I'm here in the first place. "These damn kids and their cars," the voice says, frustration evident. "Can't tell a damn difference between a wrench and a screwdriver even if it slapped them on the face", You let out a breath of amusement from your nose at the complaints . You slowly turn the steering wheel, guiding the car to it's dedicated position for the race. "Behave now D, that's not why we're here. You got eyes on me?"

The atmosphere is electric, charged with anticipation and excitement, sending a shiver down your spine as you drive into the dimly lit space. Around you, the cavernous expanse is alive with activity. Sleek, customized vehicles gleam under the low lighting, their polished surfaces catching the colorful splashes of graffiti art that adorn the walls.

"You know I do, I even got the cameras set up on the track and possible escape routes."

The crowd buzzes with energy, a lively mix of spectators and racers moving in a chaotic dance. Mechanics hustle around, their tools clinking and clanking as they tinker with engines, striving for that perfect performance. Drivers, their faces set in determined expressions, huddle in small groups, discussing tactics and strategies in hushed tones. Onlookers lean against the walls, their eyes wide with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the start of the races.

You watch them all from the safety of your car, the music and shouts muffled by the glass. You recognise a few of the people around, your nerves now on edge. You start to speak, your voice lowered to a whisper, following the group with careful eyes. "They're here"

A crash sounds from the earpiece, followed by a string of curse words. "Wait really? Fuck, you really hit the nail on the head with that one. How many can you see? Ah wait never mind, I got eyes on 'em. Damn that's a lot of screens to look at-"

You tune him out, deciding to focus on the group ahead instead, counting the members. 1, 2, 3. An annoyed sigh escapes past your lip as you rest your head on the steering wheel, muttering a curse. "Three, I was counting on at least four to get enough cash.."

The sound of laughter grabs your attention, slowly lifting your head as your eyes narrow at the sound. "Well about that, you don't need to have more than one person against you in that race.."

You immediately grab your phone, looking at your bank account and checking the balance. You choke on air once you see the number, sitting up straight and nearly hitting your head on the car roof. "Daisuke what the hell did you do! This better not be Amelie's college funds or I swear-"

Another laugh, interrupts your rant, this one louder than the last, your eyes going to glare right at one of the camera's set in the location. "Relax, this isn't my kid's college fund.. it's some of my retirement money my wife and I saved up back when she was alive. It's no use to me right now, so I thought it would help."

You could feel your heart drop, the anger in your eyes quickly replaced by one of guilt. "Daisuke I ca-" You start, closing your mouth as he interrupts you once more. "Don't even try to send it back Y/N, you went through hell for Amelie and I, this is just how I'm saying thank you. Now focus, you need to kick ass and bring the winning money back home!"

A pained laugh leaves you because of his words, bringing your hand up to rub your nose as you sniff. You could feel the tears threatening to fall, but you gather yourself together before you start breaking down.

You step out of the car, reaching for the duffle bag next to you before you do, and start heading to the middle of the room.

Every sound, every sight, adds to the cacophony of excitement that fills the air, creating a palpable tension that crackles like electricity. It's a world unto itself, this underground car meet, where the rules are few and the stakes are high. You get caught up in the whirlwind of activity, feeling the pulse of adrenaline coursing through my veins. You can feel it, all of it —the energy, the anticipation—it's all here, waiting to be unleashed. Your eyes flicker to the metal bracelet on your wrist that had started beeping, a number flashing on it.

17%

A confident smile now on your face, the night is only just beginning. Oh how fun this is going to be.

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The duffle bag hits the table with a loud thud, silencing the group of people in the area as their attention shifts to you. But you keep your eyes on one man, the gray mist around him thicker than the others around him.

Kaji.

He tilts his head to the side, his smile growing once he sets his eyes on you as he adjusts his stance, leaning on the hood of his car. His grey eyes holds your E/C ones. He tilts his head back for a moment, chuckling. "Well then, look who we have here, the Red Devil has finally graced us with her presence. Come to race against me then?"

An annoyed huff leaves you, crossing your arms over your chest as you glare at the man, raising one brow. He stares back, grinning, a golden tooth glistening under the neon lights. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of the tooth, how can you not? You were the reason he had to get it done in the first place.

"I was planning to, unless you give me the money that I'm going to win anyway, would make this whole ordeal go so much faster" You state, shrugging your shoulders as you hear some people laugh. Kaji growls, standing up and going to the table standing between you two, opening the duffle bag and peering inside. He looks back at you, the scowl quickly replaced by his infamous grin. "That's a lot of money, are you confident you'll win?"

"That damn bastad, why I outta-"

You ignore Daisuke's words, keeping your attention on Kaji as he waves two fingers to the other two goons with him, they bring in three duffle bags, placing them next to the one placed earlier. You glance at them, unfolding your arms from over your chest and reaching to the duffle bags. You open the first and quickly check the cash placed inside to make sure none were fake, repeating the same process with the other bag.

You nod, stepping back as you watch someone (who you assumed would be this race's starter) shove the duffle bags into a locked box, placing the key on a chain around their neck. You turn around and begin heading back to your car, raising both hands as you yell over the crowd who began to gather around the both of you.

"Be at the track in 10, I got more important places to be at later, and I'd hate to be late because of you"

The bracelet beeps once more. Your focus shifts to it.

32%

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"You sure you want to do this Y/N?"

You snap out of your thoughts once you hear Daisuke's voice from your earpiece, nodding your head for a moment and letting out an affirmative hum. You could hear the sigh from the ear piece, and you can just imagine him in your head shaking his head and rubbing his temple.

"Just stay safe out there would ya? God knows none of us needs anymore loss"

A grin forms on your face, a soft laugh as you nod once more. "You got it captain" You look ahead as the cars pull up next to yours, people starting to gather around the track and the screens mounted on the wal starts to broadcast the race.

Your heart hammers against your chest, causing your breath to come out staggering. This was it, the moment you and Daisuke have been planning for the past year. You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before opening them again, your hands on the driving wheel as you stare right ahead.

You have to win.

Losing was not an option.

A quick glance to the metal bracelet on your wrist, checking the number.

45%

"Ready!"

The starter started counting down, the sound of engines rumbling, adding onto the excitement that filled the air. You could see the red specks in the mist growing, showing that what happens after would be utter and pure chaos. That was exactly what you needed.

"Set!"

Beside you, Kaji, revved his engine, glaring at you from his car. You roll your eyes, any other time you'd have given him the middle finger, but right now you needed to focus.

"Go!"

Kaji shot forward like a bullet, his car a sleek silhouette cutting through the darkness. The gleam of determination in his eyes was unmistakable, a silent promise of fierce competition to come. You weren't far behind, both your engines growling with power as you both jostled for the first position in the opening moments of the race.

Behind you, two other competitors fought tooth and nail for their place in the pack, their cars weaving and swerving in a frantic dance of speed and skill. The air crackled with tension as the four of you raced, Kaji at the lead, you second, and the kther twi battling it out for third.

You let out a curse, glancing at the rearview mirror as you watch the others separate from behind you. You look at the side-view mirrors, seeing them going to either side of you.

"Watch out, 3 o'clock. He's speeding up, seems like he's gonna try and crash into you."

"Gotcha"

You look to your right, and sure enough, hes speeding your way, eyes on your vehicle as he tries to have you crash into the other one on your left. His eyes meet yours, and you couldnt help the smile on your face as you move your hand, raising the middle finger to him. You see the anger in his eyes as he swerves to your direction, and you quickly hit the brakes, your car slowing down and creating space between you and him faster than he could react. You watch as he barely misses your car, a fleeting moment of eye contact before he crashes into the other car.

A laugh escapes your lips as your foot quickly went back to the gas pedal, your car revving back up to life and going to catch up with Kaji.

Two down, one to go.

"Holy FUCK-! Y/N are you okay?"

"Just perfect! Cant say the same for the other two though" You snicker, glancing at your rear-view mirror to look at the crash site, the two guys getting out of their busted cars and telling at each other. "What's the power at??" You ask, turning your attention back to the road ahead, taking a sharp right and finally Kaji's car is back into your line of sight.

"75% and counting, did you purposely make them crash to suck the energy?”

You didn't answer, so he took your silence as confirmation.

As you hurtled down the straightaway, the neon lights of the underground tunnel flashed by in a blur of color, casting strange shadows upon the sleek surfaces of the racing machines. The pounding of your heart echoed in your ears, a steady rhythm that drove you forward, pushing you to new heights of speed.

"Two laps left"

A curse leaves your lips, your eyes glancing at your bracelet as you watched the number slowly increases. The space between you and Kaji was so small, yet to you it was almost oceans apart. Your teeth grits together as you think, shaking your head after a moment.

"D, What's the nearest shortcut to the front?"

The man at the other end sighs, you can hear him move around from his desk and the sound of him pressing buttons on his keyboard. "Take a left in a minute, you'll be in the market area, after 5 minutes with the speed you're at take a right, you should be ahead of Kaji by then."

You nod, quickly turning the steering wheel as the sound of the tires skidding reaches your ears, you can imagine the confusion on Kaji's face as he watches you disappear from behind him, the thought making you laugh a bit as you continue to drive.

Daisuke was right, you found yourself driving near the marketplace, swerving left and right through trucks and wagons filled with food. You glance at the clock, 2 minutes before the turn.

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Kaji looks at the rear-view mirror slowing down as he sees you disappear. He looks around him, trying to find any signs you were going to appear but...nothing. He started laughing, pressing harder on the gas pedal, he could feel it, the sweet taste of victory, his victory against the infamous Red Devil.

The finish line was close, it was right there. He couldn't believe it, not only did he just guarantee a win, but he had won thousands from this race alone. He started cheering, hitting the car horn as people started to circle around the finish line.

But just then, he could see something coming out of an alleyway from the corner of his eyes, causing him to swerve as he saw the familiar grey car appear from the shadows. "What the fuck! Where did she come from!?"

You grin at him, giving him a quick salute as you turn the car, you had just stolen first place from him! You laugh, your head thrown back. Kaji never thought he could despise you more than he already did, but clearly he was wrong.

You glance at your bracelet, seeing the familiar number beeping, 100%. "Let's fucking go"

You look at your hands, watching as the energy mist you had been absorbing starts to leave you, your veins glowing gray and some sparks of red. The energy transfers from your arms to your car, you close your eyes, the familiar feeling of your element around you. Pure chaos.

You open your eyes, glancing at your reflection in the mirror, and sure enough, the familiar waves of energy come out of you like waves of an ocean during a storm, feeding more power to your car as it increases in speed.

This was one of the very few perks of being able to control the element of chaos. And arguably, your only favorite.

Cracks had started to form on the ground beneath the car, but it didnt matter, the finish line was right there. And with one final burst of power from you, your car reaches almost unnatural speed, finishing the final lap in a matter of seconds.

You drift your car, shutting your eyes tight as you press on the brakes to get it to stop before hitting the forming crowd, the sound of your wheels screeching against the road before it halts. There was a moment of silence, the only thing you can hear was your heartbeat. Then loud cheers erupt from around you, people running up to your car and shouting your title.

"Holy fucking shit we actually did it. WE WON! Y/N YOURE GETTING OUT OF HERE-"

You flinch at the screaming in your ear, your hand reaching up and muting the earpiece as your eyes looks for the man holding your prize money. You step out of the car, taking deep breaths as you try to ignore the hundreds of eyes on you.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you jump in surprise, quickly turning and seeing who it was. You visibly relax, seeing the man carrying the three duffle bags and handing it to you.

"Good race there Red, I have to ask though, why did you take that shortcut? It could have cost you the race" He asks, watching you as you throw the duffle bags into the backseat. You shrug, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes.

"I got lucky... Now, if you'll excuse me, i need to be somewhere"

You get back into your car, the crowd parting as you quickly make your way out from the underground parking. You sit in your car in silence as you make your way back to Daisuke's location, every nerve in your body on edge. This was it. You were finally going to leave.

The mechanic shop wasn't that far, so you managed to get there in time. Quickly getting your car into the garage, Daisuke runs up and closes the garage entrance after you. "Holy fuck, we did it, for a second there I thought that was it!" Daisuke yells, running up to you and opening your car door. You step out, handing him your car keys then you grab the duffle bag, setting it on the nearest workbench.

"It's not over yet, I still need to sneak past Kaji's people and reach the city." You remind him, opening the bags as you started to count the money to be able to split them. "Did you get the other car ready? I can't leave with mine. It'll stand out" You ask, glancing at him for a moment before pausing and seeing a familiar set of keys in your face. Your eyes wide and you grin, quickly snatching the keys.

"Daisuke you did not-" The words leave your mouth faster than you can think things through, looking at the otherside of the garage and seeing the car you were meant to take. "You said it would take you months to fix it up!!"

You look at the car, a 1957 Cadillac series 62 painted navy blue. You walk around it, your fingers running over the smooth surface of the car. If it was possible to marry a car, you would have done so already. You pause, realising that he was actually giving you the cat, you look back at Daisuke and you see him smile at you. You move your hand, trying to hand back the keys. "I can't accept this, the money, the car-"

He raises his hand, and you close your mouth, your brows furrowed together in annoyance. He takes a few steps towards you and places his hand on your shoulder, giving you a small smile. "Y/N, you listen to what I say and listen well.."

"I want to give these to you. You've done so much for me and my daughter already, and you still continue to do so when you didn't have to in the first place.” You turn your face away from his gaze, biting the inside of your cheek as you fight away the tears threatening to spill. “Hey, hey look at me-" He gently grabs your chin, turning your face back to him, similar to what he would do with his daughter when he has something important to tell her.

"I'm so grateful for you, Amelie as well. You've come a long way to get to where you are now. Your father would have been proud of the person you became" He states carefully, pulling you into a tight embrace. You wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his shirt as you hold him tight.

"I'll come back for you, all of you, I promise"

He laughs, wrapping his arms around you and patting your hair in a calming manner. "I know you will kid, you're too kind for your own good" he muttered, his voice wavering. You both pull away from each other, looking at each other before you give him a sad smile.

"I'm serious, I'll come back and help you leave, then we'll open up a car repairs shop together and restore beauties like this one" You push, pointing at the cadillac nearby.

Daisuke laughs dryly, shaking his head for a moment before crossing his arms. "Alright alright, I trust you, now you better get going, you need to be out of this goddamn hell hole before sunrise, chop chop!" He urges you back to your new car, opening the door for you and you get in. "I already put your bags in the trunk, Amelie left you some snacks in a lunchbox, but i'm pretty sure it's some form of clay" You laugh at the comment, shaking your head as you think of the little brown haired girl you had grown to love.

"Thank you.. for everything" You state softly, looking at him with a soft smile. Daisuke smiles back, giving you a curt nod as he steps back, opening the garage door once more.

"Don't mention it kid, now go, I'll hide the other car later tonight" You nod, backing out of the garage and into the night, the Cadillac perfectly blending into the darkness of the town.

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A figure watches from afar, his hand going up to run over his beard. Wu watches as the young girl drives away, a heavy sigh leaving him as he turns to leave. He reaches up and runs his hands over his dragon, carefully mounting it as it soars up into the sky.

"She gets stronger everyday, I fear we may not have enough time to prepare”

[bear-man74]

Time for part 2 of random stuff in my head:

Are pocket dimensions real

Why are there so many pimples in my earlobes

Greer

What happened to pogo sticks?

Who did they name jaundice after

Dwayne Johnson bodypillow

What are the cheese graters of the feet called

Is a grip strength of 275lbs enough

Pen ink refilling tool

If there's key west is there a key east

What are the eraser fally offy bits called

Is cedar sap good as gum

Will the Canadian dmv allow me to put the number 74 somewhere on my plate?

What does the Filipino banana ketchup taste like

Are rizz and jizz the same thing

Lime meringues recipe

Are brazil nuts bitter

Do pickles go well with honey mustard

Can i bulk buy the spicy sauce that comes on pre packed sushi

Beef ribs cost

Sugar free glaze for cinnamon rolls

Piping bags and nozzles near me

Is twin xl cheaper than queen

Those little rubber balls that you bounce once and it's on the roof

Bras for fat men

Cat

Qwill if you see this sleep

Guh

Welcome to tally hall but it's the nutshack

Bug

Spider mouth

Do boas eat crows

Sugma

Sugma

Sugma

Ligma

What will valefisk be playing next

Eat food

Why ice cronchier with salt

Did sans eat sans jr

Should i add incest to my dnis or is it aready too long

Why do some people eat wax

Wax paper and parchment paper looking the exact same is a lawsuit waiting to happen

Why do i have so much hair

[classymurderteddy]

Random Insight into How I See Random Characters, Part I'm Gonna Lose Track FasT-

Pretty much gonna do this for evEry stage of the original four, starting with my favorite character of this franchise-

In other words, we're starting off with none other than FeDdy FazbEar- [ Unwithered, obviously- ]

✧ Freddy loVes the stars. Once Fredbear had shown him one night, he made a little tradition for the both of them to go up to the roof every night and dedicate an hour to just, stargaze. Kind of like one of his private passions or something-

✧ He's absurdly close to Fredbear. They were twins, after all. They were activated together, and they did practically evErything together. Fredbear was the only one he truly felt like he could really be himself around.

✧ Make friends? NaH .. he made enEmies- Seriously, he was a maSsive pain back then- I wouldn't attempt to count how many times he's dodged kitchen utensils or a guitar to the head-

✧ He and Chica absolutely despised each other. Their personalities were the physical embodiment of oil and water- Then again, he brings it upon himself, seeing as he screws around with her for fun-

✧ He hates loud noises. Sudden loud noises especially. He doesn't know whY, they just alWays seemed to stress him out way too much-

✧ He gets bored vEry easily, and he gets vEry annoying-

✧ He makes simple tasks needlessly complicated, because whEre's the fun in using a laDder to change a light bulb, when he could stack the weakest crates known to man to make a tower of deAth-?

✧ He was also made for magic shows alongside being a backup singer, and has small compartments in his wrists for props and such. However, he hardly used those for their intended uSe on a day-to-day basis. No- When he wasn't doing shows, he always had them stuFfed with worthless craP. Example? Bent paper clips, the manager's emPty stapler, random guM wrappers, a bouncy ball, three small bags of glass marbles, a crap-ton of rubber bands, a few rings that he totally didn't snEak off of unsuspecting customers, the technicians' tools, and God knOws what else- Fredbear's taken to calling him a magpie, as he definitely had a hoarding problem- It didn't matter hoW much Freddy denied, it was painfully obvious-

✧ Sort of a follow-up to the last one, but if I were you, I'd not let Freddy anywhere cloSe to an arm's-length reach away, because he wiLl more than likely pick any small object off of you- What your life motto shouLd be if you were to ever work at this place? Cover every inch of yourself in taPe or something so a certain bear doesn't have the chance to steAl from you-

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #121 - Twenty-Minute Tuesday #13

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

Rebecca washed the dishes in the sink and set them to dry on the rack. She pulled off her thick rubber gloves and tossed them aside before leaning on the countertop and sighing. She wore her hair up, just as her husband liked it, and her frilly apron was almost as spotless as the floors in every room.

��Becca?” Her husband called out. “Can you help me with something before I go to work?”

“Yes, honey. What is it?”

“The rain gutters are full of leaves. It’s making me sick.”

She groaned.

Climbing the ladder in heels was hardly her idea of a nice Friday morning, but such was the life of a housewife. She used a swab-like tool to push the leaves out of the gutters and onto the ground, where they’d be easier to clean up. She noticed a few roof tiles were cracked.

“When was the last time you had the roof looked at?”

“I don’t know… I suppose it might have been thirty years. I’m probably overdue.” 

“I’ll make you an appointment.”

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

“What else are wives for?”

She climbed down the ladder and pranced back to the front door to give her husband a kiss the way she always did, right beneath the door knocker. She was the average housewife, and he was the average house.

“The guests should be here any minute. You’d better tidy up out front.”

“Fine, but after that I’m going back to sleep. And you owe me breakfast in bed. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve got a dumbwaiter in the bedroom.”

Their guests, in town for the music festival, rolled their suitcases up to his door. They were a younger couple, no older than twenty-five each. Before they could knock, he opened the door.

“Welcome!”

The man paused, his knocking arm hanging midair as if waiting for the door to close back up so he could complete his routine. He looked side to side. “Huh?”

The woman with him poked her head in, and couldn’t see anyone. “Who opened the door?”

“I did,” replied the house. “We’re happy to have you!”

“The house… talks?” The man asked his partner. “Did you know about this?”

“It was on the listing, but I thought it was like a smart home sort of thing.”

“I am smart,” the house replied. “I do the crossword every morning.”

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable being inside another man.”

“Oh, come on, Brendan. I’ve done it plenty of times.” She slapped his ass and walked inside, taking both of their suitcases with her. He blushed.

[abbih1]

So I did a thing last weekend, I bought a "new" trailer. I realized last summer that my trusty 2 horse diamond D just wasn't going to be enough trailer post college (graduated Dec '23), but I was going to need a bigger truck first. Finally found one earlier this month, so I started trailer shopping. Stumbled across this trailer after wasting my time trying to buy a different one. This wasn't 100% what I wanted, but it was the best I was going to find in my budget.

2003 titan renegade 4h. 6ft short wall in the LQ area, which is a bit bigger than I wanted, but I probably won't out grow it as fast. Permanent back tack (my least favorite feature since I ride a lot of colts). And since it's all steel, the trailer plus 3-4 horses (depends on the horses) is pretty much the max of what my truck can safely tow, so its a little heavy. It does need some work, but the majority is cosmetic (back doors are the main issues and they will take some new steel).

I'm going to try to do a majority of the work to fix it up myself, so I'm going to use Tumblr to document my progress. I've made a priority list of things that need fixed based off of what needs done for me to feel safe hauling with it and what needs done to preserve the trailer. And that list is:

1. Light plug. The current one is looking worse for wear, full of grease and dirt, and keeps disconnecting from my truck when I go down the road.

2. Bearings. Supposedly they were redone recently, however the dust caps are the EZ lube kind and the rubber plugs are all very dry rotten and falling out, so I have a hard time believing they were actually redone.

3. Roof. All of the sealant has dry rotted and fallen away and the seams are starting to rust. So I'm for sure resealing, and more than likely just going to bite the bullet and strip and repaint it. Actually, every seam on the trailer needs to be redone, but I won't do the sides until I find a paint that matches perfectly, or I feel confident enough in my ability to strip and repaint that I'm willing to redo the entire trailer. I guess if I decide to repaint, I could go light gray to match my truck.

4. Strip the rust and paint around the back door and escape door (might do this before the roof to get a better feel for my tools). Also repaint the slants (they need it and easy project to start on)

5. Find someone to fix the doors (probably a winter project

Other things to do as I have time

- add blanket rack to tack room

- insulate and wall LQ

- add pads to slants to protect the paint

- new mats?

-new flooring in the LQ

- redo interior lights

- probably forgetting a ton

I own the trailer free and clear, and I'll have my truck paid off in 3 years, so I figured once the truck is paid off, I would re-evaluate and decide if I wanted to look for a truck that was a big bigger and could handle it better or if I wanted to part with the trailer (for more than what I paid and put into for work) and look for something similar in horse # and size, but lighter.

But here's where I'm starting

[arthropoid]

inkfish beak healthcare

the beak of an inkfish is one of the only hard parts of their bodies, made of a strong chitin thats soft at the base and becomes more dense at the tip. the rest is all muscle and cartilage, save for the organs. most inkfish have strong jawlines that outline a powerful mandible made to crush hard shells and exoskeletons.

inkfish get only one beak throughout their entire lives, so it's important to take care of it, even if it grows continually. beaks come in a variety if shapes and sizes depending on species and individual. corrective surgery is only for malformed beaks that cause pain or repeated infection.

in the place of a tongue is their radula, a spiked appendage with the same purpose as molar teeth: grinding food. the radula grinds food against the roof of the beak by flexing and contorting.

this will leave some debris caught between the spikes. the most common instrument for beak care at home is something similar to a waterpik for flushing leftover food bits from between the crevices. another tool for cleaning ones radula is a rubber-bristled brush which is easier to use on the go.

the beak is cleaned with a soft bristle brush so the gums are not irritated. a minty paste is often used for the smell. pretty similar to humans, all things considered, but more careful attention is payed to the gums and radula.

due to their robust immune systems, inkfish rarely have dental issues. their lack of teeth means there's very little risk of cavities, and they often keep special whetstones to sharpen their beaks if they get dull or overgrown. neglecting this aspect of care can lead the beak to grow out of control and impact the inner mouth, increasing the likelihood of infection and permanent deformation of the beak.

professionals aren't normally sought for this, but if someone has a disability or disease effecting the toughness of their beak then more careful attention needs to be paid to prevent splintering, cracking, chipping, or warping.

inkfish beaks are extremely tough, and as such are hard to break. it's not impossible, though. inkfish are active and competitive creatures. inksports are much more dangerous than the average inkfish would have you believe, but that said, a broken beak is a rare occurrence even in the most extreme brackets.

accidents happen, especially during extreme sports. the most common form of beak injury is being fractured from a heavy impact. if not treated, fractures can become infected depending on where and how deep it is. treatment is simple. since the beak will continue to grow out from the gums, non severe cases are treated with gentle antibiotic paste and a soft diet until the fracture has grown out completely.

there are enough instances of beaks being chipped or even completely broken for it to be a common fear among inkfish, but these cases are usually people playing stupid games to win stupid prizes.

[armybratz123]

Dearly Loved Au: Intro

He has been a hero for a few years now, and has been swiftly rising up through the ranks. He's been in a continuous battle with the bird brain. Both going back and forth for third in the rankings. The Rankings don't matter to him, but it's sometimes fun to look them up every once in a while to see how he's fairing. And when he and Hawks got locked in a silent battle for third, he found it fun and a nice challenge and goal to have while working.

Speaking of work, the technical work put to his hero suit is amazing and he always makes sure to thank and leave some gifts for his technical and support department. Such as buying lunch, leaving out extra coffee, doughnuts, or other treats of the like. He also makes sure to very generous with his bonuses. He could do all that everyday for no break for a whole year, and it won't leave even a scratch in his bank account.

Hey, he's rich with way too much money on his hands than he knows to do this.

But seriously, his workers deserve all of it for the suit they made for him. And he rather likes his hero suit too. His is built to protect him and help him with his needs while helping to keep him cool in high temperatures. Helpful for a self-harming quirk such as his when over used. Also nice to have on hot summer days with his long sleeves and dark colored costume, he likes to tease a boiling Hawks in his thick woolen jacket that he is as cool as cucumber.

Unlike many other heroes, his suit is very technical, and it looks it. If nobody knew any better, he'd be mistaken for a cyborg that became a pro.

His suit is a dark blue long sleeve one piece, ending at his fingers like finger less gloves, with many bright blue technical lines, it forms as his cooling system, keeping him cool at all times and more available to use his quirk without worry.

This technicality is increased with the use of the metallic circular cuffs at his wrists with small blinking blue lights that increases the ability and power of his suit, over that is a high collar black jacket that ends above his elbows with similar mechanical cuffs to those at his wrist, also wit small blue lights on it. On his hips is a dark utility belt, like the rest of the suit, it helps keep his body temperature cool, along with pockets for tools, first aide, money, and snacks or food. For either him or those he may find that'd need it.

Over his nose and mouth is a special black material mask that looks almost like plastic or rubber, molded over his mouth and nose. It has filters so he can breath or walk through any gas, even breath under water for a limited time, but longer than one could from just holding their breath. Perfect for rescues.

And over his eyes is a dark grey visor, which matches his belt, with a light blue strip of light for his eyes, the visor is connected to a circular device that pairs as a head phone. Usable for coms, and protective against minor sonic attacks, but if anyone has a sonic attack, like Gang Orca or Present Mic, than he would leave with his hearing intact, unlike others, but unlike sonic attacks from technical devises, he won't be able to leave unscathed. His hair is left unobscured, black and spiked around his head. Yes, it's natural. One of the few questions his girlfriend asked when they first met a year before he went and became a hero, she even helped him pick out his hero name. (And no, the decision to become a hero had nothing to do with her. Shut up.)

Best of all, it's all fire proof. No more burns or cream or... well, he still needs a lot of that for his scars, but that means he no longer has to worry about burning himself in a fight anymore.

All in all, he is practically in love with his suit.

Today was supposed to be like any other. He was travelling on the roof tops, on his daily patrol, only to freeze at a more familiar sight than he'd care to admit.

There, right there, standing on the rooftop, on the wrong side of the railings, stood a kid, a middle schooler based on his uniform, his freckles, and a mess of green curls. With a jump and a boost from his flames, he landed behind the kid in a crouch.

The kid turned and his eyes widened at the sight of him. "Y-You're...!"

"Yeah kid, that's right.", he nodded in answer to the kid's silent question, his voice sounding robotic with the voice modulator in his mask "You wanna climb back over that railing so we can talk?"

The boy looked back down at the street many stories below. Contemplating for a moment, before looking up, his eyes looked almost lifeless with tears dripping out from the cornors.

"You want me to climb over?", the boy asked.

He nodded in confirmation.

"Even though I'm quirkless?", the kid challenged.

He almost felt himself pause at the revelation, that makes sense now.

"Especially if you're quirkless."

When he noticed the kid still hesitating. He dropped his hand with a sigh, before reaching up to his headphones, and clicking a hidden button in the back. His mask receded, drawing down to his turtle neck of his suit. Revealing his bottom lip, jaw, and neck to be one big dark burn scar. The scar only being held to his healthy skin with staples.

"W-w-wait! But, but, but, but, y-your whole thing is mystery and and and the fact how you keep your identity being hidden despite still being a pro!!", the kid protested vehemently, "I-I'm just some quirkless kid! I s-sh-shouldn't see y-your secret id-identity!"

"Kid...", he sighed, his voice no longer echoes and sounds robotic without the voice modulator, it was deep and raspy as he spoke, "I'm talking to you face to face, your about to jump from a roof. Whether or not I convince you to come down safely or you go down on your own..."

He reached up to his visor and shifted it up so it now rested on top of his head, revealing bright blue eyes and more scars that almost look like bags under his his, also held together to his healthy skin with staples.

"I want you to see my face when you do so.", the Pro said before smiling softly, "Hey there, I'm Todoroki Touya , known as the Pro Hero Dabi. Nice to meet you kid."

Part One

[diaperdrysuitdrone1950]

MANSION BY THE LAKE

Mansion by the Lake

Chapter one- The Trade Off    

My new lakeside property was a small cottage – nothing too beer commercial-ish, but it would serve for weekends of partying and enjoying some time away from the city. I was lucky in that the lake was small and there were no powerboats on it. Most of the land on the lake, as well as the surrounding area was all crown land, so I didn’t worry much about trespassers or anyone else for that matter. The road in was a long dirt road that took almost 30 minutes of driving before it even hit one of the main back roads. My only neighbor was all the way across the lake, albeit in a rather sizable mansion that towered over the northern view of the water. I had spent the first few months fixing up the place – it was old and moldy but with a few weeks’ worth of work looked almost brand new.

It was about the start of June, when we had one of our usual Northern-Ontario heavy rainstorms. It started with huge gusts of wind, and was followed by a night of spectacular rain, thunder and lightning. The power went off relatively early, so I spent most of the night watching the lightening from my porch before I got cold and went to bed. I loved the sound of the rain rattling on the roof, and the thunder from inside my warm blankets.

Waking up in the morning, however, it became clear that the rain storm had been fiercer than I thought – there were branches and leaves everywhere – clearly the trees had gotten quite the shake. The power was still out, and taking a walk up the road, I could see that the power lines had been absolutely felled by several trees which had been completely knocked over. There was no way to drive over them either, and it would be several solid hours of walking before I would see another vehicle, let alone be in cell phone range.

Then I thought of my neighbor, his house used a separate road, and he might still have power. At the very least he might have a chainsaw that I could use to cut the logs off the road. I took a walk all the way around the property to his side of the lake. As I got closer, I saw repeated “no trespassing” signs all over the property. A few hundred meters out, when the property opened up into a clearing, the huge looming mansion came into view. There was a van parked out front as well as a truck, so I could only assume that the owner was home, but the lights were all dark. Even worse, a large barbed wire fence surrounded the area. A sign on it read that it was electrified.

I followed the fence to the front gate and saw that there was a large intercom. I tried hitting the buzzer but no sound came out of it. I thought perhaps his power was off so I tried touching the gate. No effect!

Suddenly, I heard a strange moan come from the direction of the house. I looked around and saw a dark figure come stumbling out of the front door. It seemed to be hugging itself and walking in a stilted fashion.

“Hello?”, I shouted.

Another moan responded, and as the figure came closer, I could see that he was dressed head to toe in black rubber. He appeared to be in a black rubber straitjacket, and a muzzle covered his face. He “ran” directly up to the gate and did a strange little dance.

“Are you ok?”, I asked.

He shook his head, no.

“Do you need help?”

He nodded affirmatively.

I opened the gate, and he sped out of there, past me, down the road, back towards my place. I caught up with him and slowed him down. I tried to unbuckle the muzzle but found that it was actually locked on! From the looks of it… all the rubber gear he was wearing was held in place with a lock. I struggled to see if I could open it, but to no avail.

“It’s locked – are there keys inside?”

He shook his head violently. I could see panic in the eyes, this guy really wanted out.

“Ok… I might have some tools back at my place, are you ok to go in there?”

The rubber guy nodded quickly.

I brought him into the cottage and quickly shut the door behind me. I took a brief look outside but no one seemed to be around. I guided my guest to a chair and sat him down. I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and said: “I’ll be back in a minute.”

The second my hand touched the rubber I noticed how smooth it felt and I suddenly was aware of the odor of latex just steaming off of the poor guy. I quickly snapped back into reality, realizing that I had been gently stroking his shoulder, taking in the texture, and that he was probably terribly frightened already. Being in such a vulnerable position, he probably would not appreciate it in the slightest.

“You’re going to be OK,” I said reassuringly, hoping that would ease him a bit.

I pushed other thoughts aside and ran down to the basement to find some tools. I opened up the toolbox and immediately found a pair of scissors, I held them for a second and then thought that maybe he wouldn’t want me cutting him out of that outfit, but rather would want me to get the locks off. No way would I be able to pick it, but I did have a set of bolt cutters that would work. I grabbed them from the wall and ran upstairs.

“Hold still a second, bud,” I said. “I’ll have you out of there in a jiffy!”

I first clipped the lock holding his muzzle on, and unstrapped it from his face. I then unbuckled the ball gag underneath.

“Thanks so much!” he blurted out. “Please… get me out of this thing!”

“Ok… no problem, I’m working on it.”

I hastily clipped the rest of the locks running down the straitjacket, the ankle restraints, and the harness that I discovered he was wearing underneath it all. I piled it all on the table next to me. My guest stood up and stretched, the tight rubber creaking all around him. He pulled the mask off and I could see that he was no older than I was, at the most 27 or 28.

“Please get the zipper in the back,” He said, and I unzipped the suit. He pulled his shoulders and arms out, sweat spilling out onto the floor. He must have been in there for some time. Gloves, boots, rubber toed socks, even a cock and ball sheath all came off and were piled together. He stood before me naked, drenched in sweat.

“Thank you… I thought I’d never get out of there,” he sighed, sounding quite relieved. “My name is Matt.”

“Ok Matt, I’m Ryan,” I held my hand out and we shook. “Have a seat, I’ll get you a towel and some clothes. There’s a shower in the bathroom if you like.” I came back a moment later with a towel and a set of jeans and a t-shirt.

“Again, thanks. Do you have a phone?”

I shook my head, no. “The storm took out the phone and cable. I was without power since this morning.”

“Shit,” he muttered. “I’ve been pretty incommunicado for the last month. I imagine there are some people pretty worried about me.”

“Oh?” I was burning with curiosity already, but didn’t want to push. “Is everything ok, I mean… well this just isn’t a usual way of meeting people. Do you live down the lake?”

Matt wrapped the towel around his waist. “I’m fine – really. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I would give you a ride into town after you shower up, but we’ll have to wait until the provincial guys get here to clear the road, I’m afraid. There’s some fallen trees blocking it.”

Matt nodded carefully, taking a look out of a nearby window. “That would be great. Sorry if I seem a bit sketchy.”

“No problem. Those clothes should fit you just fine – you look like you’re pretty much the same size as me. They’re just old clothes for kicking around in so it’s really no problem.”

I put the pot on for coffee and then saw him to the bathroom. He closed the door and the shower started running. Where did this guy come from? Obviously, he was up to some kind of bondage thing in that outfit, and he seemed a bit embarrassed about it. He really didn’t need to be – I had seen pictures like that on the Internet and was highly curious about it. He did also seem a bit scared, and that only served to deepen my curiosity. I had never even met my neighbor and this guy didn’t seem to live on the lake. This raised the question if maybe another person was back at the house, perhaps also in some kind of trouble.

I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of joe. Sipping at it I returned to the table and saw the pile of black, slimy rubber lying flaccidly on the table. I grabbed the suit and shook it out a bit. As the suit made a low rumbling noise, almost a little like thunder. Sweat dripped out of the legs and dribbled onto my shoe. The scent of sweat and latex together was overwhelming, slightly sickly but inviting and familiar. I could feel an erection forming. I slid my hand into the armpit of the suit just letting it glide a little bit into the arm. Lubed with sweat I could feel the now cold, smooth rubber gripping around my hand and forearm, I felt as if I could just slide right in, it was practically sucking me right in –

I heard a cough from nearby and saw Matt standing there. He was freshened up considerably and now dressed in normal clothes. He had a bit of a smirk on his face. I turned a bit red and tried to pull my arm out quickly as I lay the suit back on the table. Half of it flopped down but it was obviously stuck to my forearm.

“I made coffee,” I said quite feebly, obviously embarrassed.

Matt chuckled a little. “It’s ok. I get it.”

He walked into the kitchen and found the coffee pot and mug that I had set out for him. He poured himself a cup. He took a sip and asked. “Are you into rubber?”

“Well… I mean…. I’ve seen photos on the Internet,” I waffled, not sure what to say.

“What sort of photos?” he grinned.

“Photos of men looking pretty much like you did about five minutes ago,” I blushed. “Some of the heavier ones where they looked like the gimp in Pulp Fiction, I always wondered what it was like to be that guy. “

“Have you ever done anything with it?” Matt casually sipped at his coffee.

I thought about it for a second. I had spent a fair bit of time perusing some fetish sites on some lonely nights, but never really thought seriously about it. “Well I guess that I thought that it was something that weird people did. Dangerous people. I wasn’t ready to find out the hard way that I couldn’t trust them.”

“Understandable…. Believe me… completely understandable,” he smiled an odd smile, and sat down at the table, looking casually out the window, across the lake to my neighbor’s house. “You can try that stuff on if you like.” Matt indicated.

I pulled my hand out quickly and it felt cold in the open air. “I couldn’t really…”

“Why not?” he frowned, as if I said something completely absurd. “Listen man, you can have it. All of it. I’m not going to put it on again.”

I should have sensed something was wrong, but my ears were hot and just hearing the idea of being inside the suit made me instantly rock hard. My cock was begging to be let out of my jeans. Seeing Matt wearing my jeans and a t-shirt, the same muscular build, the same height, he was obviously my size, I would have no problem fitting into the rubber. I thought about how fine he looked when I first laid eyes on him, embodying a fantasy that I barely knew I had. Now the idea was just burning a hole right through me.

Matt must have been reading my mind. “Look, we’re obviously the same size. Just go for it. You will probably like it as much as I first did.  I’ll help you get in it. “

I hesitated for a second, but before I could stop myself, I was peeling off my shirt. “So… what is your story anyway? I don’t want to pry, but how did you end up here?”

Matt took another glance across the lake. For a split second I thought I saw someone walking on the property, but I wasn’t sure. Matt didn’t seem concerned.

“Well, I work at a bar in Toronto, I’m going to school part time. Pretty regular sort of life really… as you might have guessed I also had an interest in fetish and bondage. Just like you, I read about it on the internet and became a little obsessed. Mostly just obsessed with looking at pictures and reading stories at first.”

I peeled off my underwear, revealing my hard cock dripping with precum and picked up the suit. Matt stood up picking something up off the table. “You should really wrap your package.   Put on the cock and balls sheath. Trust me, your cock feels better in the suit surrounded by another layer of rubber. Here, I’ll help you.”

The rubber sheath slid right over my package and tightened like a cock ring at the base. I bobbed my cock up and down once, and felt it grow inside. The rubber confines stretched around my member, looking sleek and black. Matt then picked up the suit, shook it back out into shape and held it open before me.

“In ya go!” He chirped with a smile. I put one foot in, and then the other. Matt pulled it up around me, and I could feel the perfect snug fit sliding up my legs. An electric tingle ran up my body as it hugged me tight. “…so anyway… I actually lurked on a couple of the sites for a long time. I didn’t post a photo for almost a year, and when I did, I immediately got tons of hits.”

“I don’t blame them. You’re pretty dam cute.”

“Heh thanks. You’re not bad yourself, man,” Matt said as he tugged the rubber up onto my hips. “There really isn’t much of a rubber community in Toronto – from the internet it seems like it’s all in other countries. I really sold myself on the idea that I wanted to try experiencing a true, inescapable session of total rubber enclosure and slavery, at least for a little while. Really, finding sane people into that kind of thing is really hard.”

I slid my arms into the sleeves and pushed forward. The rubber came up onto my shoulders and greased with Matt’s sweat started clinging to my chest. Matt zipped up the back and the entire suit seemed to tighten around my back, shoulders and neck. I moved around a bit, my skin feeling more alive than I had ever known it. I felt ready to come right through the suit and knock a wall down with the force of it.

“This is fucken awesome!”

“I know!” Matt laughed.

I started feeling myself all over.

“Have a seat!”  Matt instructed

I sat down and Matt picked the socks off the table. “Trust me, it’s better when it’s all over you. If you like that so far – you’re gonna love this.”

Matt started working the rubber socks onto my feet. He then slid the boots on. They took a minute to lace up as they ran practically up my entire shin. An ankle restraint was then buckled on overtop. I stood up, walking around, feeling it move on my body.

“Anyway, so I finally talked to this one guy online. Sounded like he’s a dedicated rubberiest. He definitely had a ton of gear in his photos. Sounded pretty sane and definitely wanted to get into a lot of the same stuff that I was into. So, I arranged a time and place to meet – local bar, nothing fancy.”

Matt worked up the tight elbow length gloves onto my arms and buckled the wrist restraints on. He picked up the harness: “You want to try this too?”

Thinking of the many photos I’d seen of rubber gimps that were clad in a similar harness how could I say no? I wasn’t locked in after all. I nodded my head affirmatively. He started strapping it on me.

“Awesome. Man, this looks great on you, I think even better than it looked on me,” Matt said, admiring his handiwork.

“Feels so fucken awesome.” I replied.  

Matt continued, “So, I met this guy, and he turned out to be pretty down to earth. Used to be a doctor, now he just plays the stocks all the time – never loses. We met at a hotel a couple of times and he let me experiment with different types of gear. He seemed really enthusiastic, and I’ll admit he pushed my limits in the best ways possible. I gave him my arm and he eagerly twisted it.”

“Sounds great! Where do I find this guy?” I joked.

                        Matt pulled the mask from the table, and without asking stepped behind me and pulled it over my head. The feeling of it tightening around my face was indescribable. I felt my identity slipping away.

“I have got to see a mirror.” I indicated.

“One second, you need a finishing touch,” Matt grabbed the collar from the table and buckled it onto my neck. I instantly felt more submissive. like a rubberized object. I walked to a mirror hanging in the hallway. I was surprised at the black alien figure staring back at me.

I thought I couldn’t get any hornier, but my cock just seemed to grow harder and harder. I had become that rubber gimp I always fantasized about. Well, sort of… no one was tying me up in this gear.

“You look great, really great,” Matt exclaimed. Even he seemed excited.

I was running my rubberized hands all over my body. I couldn’t believe the sensation. I wandered back by the table. A few stray pieces of gear still lay on the table, one of them quite formidable. I took a cautious deep breath.

“Oh, the straitjacket,” Matt nodded with a big grin.

He picked up and held it up. “Maybe you don’t want to get into that. It’s a bit much all at once. You can kind of get into a bit of a frenzy where you just want everything on you at once.”

“I’ll say!”, I laughed.

Matt took another glance out the window. “What the heck right? It’s not like I’m going to go anywhere on you. You said yourself the road is blocked.”

I shrugged, thinking far too much with my pecker and not thinking for a second about the dangerous territory I was skirting.

I yelled, “JUST DO IT!” as I held my arms out. He draped the straight jacket over them. He moved around the back and zipped up the rear of the jacket.  Then started pulling belts and fastening buckles on the back nice and tight.

Matt continued, “Where was I? Oh yeah… so finally we meet one weekend and he gets me totally rubbered up, head to toe, pretty much like you are now. This was the usual for us by this point. Only instead of going to the hotel, we decided to go to his house, as it had his entire and extremely sizable gear collection.  I was fascinated and eager to try more.”

Matt pulled my arms across my body, buckling them in place. A strap come over the front providing them no movement. He jocked me up in the crotch strap that tightened on my inner thighs, which got me even harder.  Now, there was no way I could get out of this jacket on my own.

My temperature seemed to skyrocket. I could feel my own sweat filling the suit. I tried to move on my own but all I felt was rubber grinding on rubber. I was positively elated.

“I am really loving this!”  I indicated.

Matt continued, “So we get up to his place and he leads me down to his basement, it’s a dungeon. I mean a real dungeon. If there’s a weird bondage contraption you’ve seen online – he’s got it. Most importantly it’s got a real cell and the door opens only with a key code that he knows, some kind of electric, digital lock gizmo. I was totally excited for a real bondage session with this guy.”

He paused briefly, “I’d been having such a great time. Then he starts talking about control, and taking total control over me, making me a 24/7 rubber slave, at least eventually. I don’t mean starting slow and working up to 24/7 – I mean he wanted to start at 24/7 but I was supposed to be less than a slave – that was what he wanted me to work up to.”

A shiver ran down my spine!  Suddenly I started coming back to reality. Why did I feel like his story was taking a turn for the worse?

“Matt, why don’t I like where this is going?” I asked.

Matt led me to the couch, carrying the rest of the gear with him. He sat me down.

“Well, for starters…”

Suddenly Matt pinched my nose unexpectedly. Instinctually I opened my mouth. He shoved the red rubber ball gag in and buckled it behind my head.

I tried pushing it out with my tongue but to no avail. I tried to sit up. Facing me, Matt sat on my lap, pinning me. He slipped the muzzle over my head and quickly strapped it all on tightly. I shook my head side to side screaming into the gag.  It was obvious that the sound was far too muffled, and we were far too isolated. Matt grabbed my chin and held it still.

“Shhhhhh… You see I didn’t want to be a 24/7 anything except perhaps being a student. It was way too much, but he never even gave me the opportunity to say ‘no’. I have been his rubber THING for over a month. Held in that dungeon. Oh, there was some horny times, yeah, but I wanted my life back.”

Matt continued, “I had almost given up hope on the idea when the power went out. He must have been asleep when it happened. I think some kind of safety feature opened up the electronic locks and I was able to walk right out the door. Right into your arms.”

“This is the first time I’ve worn anything but rubber in all that time. Oh, and since you asked where you could find this guy – well, he’s looking in the window right now!”

Startled, I looked behind me to the window out to the deck and saw a tall, muscular, bald man, probably in his late forties. He was dressed like a biker but all in leather and rubber with aviator sunglasses hiding his eyes. His face was cold and expressionless.

Matt pulled me up to my feet.

“Boy,” the man’s voice was deep and commanding. I got an instant chill. “Did you really think you’d get away?”

Matt stood his ground. “Sir – I’m done. I don’t want this anymore. It was dumb luck that I got away and you won’t get me that easily again without a real fight. I’m not stupid – I won’t go telling anyone about this. I just want to go home and go back to my life. I’ll call it a fun misadventure.”

“You think it’s just that easy, Boy?” the man snarled.

“Maybe not. Maybe you are right and I’ll want to come back to you. Right now, I doubt it. I’ve had enough,” Matt’s voice trembled. He too was genuinely afraid.

Me… I was shaking.

Matt continued, “I’ve found ya a replacement though. He’s hungry for it – even more than I was. I’ll give him to you and that makes me an accomplice. Then we’re both happy. You know I can’t turn you in.  Just let me leave.”

I started shrieking hysterically inside my rubber prison. I tried to make a break for it, running past the rubber man as he stepped into my cottage. He snapped an arm out and caught me by the neck. His other hand went directly to my cock and he gripped my still hard member.

“Mmmmm,” he growled. “He’s horny. Very horny, horny as fuck.”

“You see?” Matt pleaded. “He’s perfect for you Sir. Take him with you – he can be your new slave or whatever the fuck it is you want him to become. I’m going to take a long walk into town, and catch a bus back to Toronto. You’ll have your hands full starting your…. Training all over again.”

The man sniffed me like the bouquet of a fine wine. “Ok boy. You have a deal. Don’t think I won’t come looking for you eventually.  You owe me! We still have a binding contract.  We still have unfinished business.”

The man pulled a leash out of his pocket and clipped it too Matt’s collar that was now around my neck. He started pulling me out the door, and down the road to his house.

“Alright boy, I guess it’s you and me now. You and I are going to have to work very hard over the next couple of days sorting a few things out.”

I pulled as best I could but I had no leverage at all. What was even worse was that a part deep inside of me really wanted to go with him. Either way, I was about to find out the rubber horrors that lay beyond the dark windows of that mansion by the lake.

I was practically dragged by the neck all the way down the road. Completely unable even to look back to see the safety of my home quickly falling away from me, nor able to see the treacherous man that I tried to help.  I could only focus instead on the mansion quickly looming over me. The windows of the house seemed black and empty, hungry even and I was utterly panicked but unable to fight in any way at all.

As we entered the front gate, my captor paused for a moment to shut the gate and flipped a switch. There was a humming noise and I could only assume that the fence was now electrified. Presumably it had been knocked out by the same storm that had affected the power at my cottage earlier.  I could hear the rumble of a generator in the distance. Even if I was able to get out of my rubber prison, there was at least one more prison that I would have to plan an escape from.

We entered through the front door, and I only had a few seconds to notice the opulence of the interior – clearly my captor was a man of considerable means given the nature of the interior décor. It was a very classical design, riddled with antiques and art – somewhere beyond the scent of rubber I could smell the distinct odor of fine cigars and mahogany. All this was moot however as we raced through the first floor directly to a large metal door opening to a cellar. My captor punched in an elaborate code into a keypad on the door, and it unlocked with a heavy click. There followed another such door at a vestibule before entering the rest of the basement.

There were only a few rooms with the doors open where I could make out what was inside. One was a carefully-marked equipment room, in which I could make out several devices of torture, as well as rubber and leather clothing, gas masks and boots. Another was a gym of some kind although I didn’t recognize all of the equipment. The man was huge however, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he had a very particular regimen. We stopped at a door that opened into what could only be described as a cell. Inside were only a steel toilet, a steel sink, and a bench with a mattress, which also had a rubber mattress cover on it. I was sat down and my collar was clipped to a hook on the wall.

“Stay right here, boy,” the man said, and walked quickly out of the room.

I could hear him shuffling with something down the hall so I immediately started thrashing about trying to release myself. It was to no avail. The straitjacket provided me with absolutely no leverage at all, and the best that I could do was feel my rubberized arms sliding about in the smooth interior. There was no way to generate enough force or violence to be able to escape. I was completely trapped inside. Any resistant was futile. I gave up and sat back panting for a few minutes before he returned carrying a box with several items inside.

He first dumped several padlocks out onto the bench beside me and locked the restraints on my legs before locking them together. Another lock was attached to my collar.

“You are not going to be able to walk anywhere in a hurry. Your collar is locked to the wall,” my captor said. “I am going to take off your straitjacket now. If you make any trouble you will regret it very quickly. Nod if you understand.”

I nodded. This man wasn’t going to take any chances and I would have to wait until later for a slip-up. He reached forward and unbuckled the straitjacket. He then applied locks to each of the buckles on my harness. My wrist restraints were removed but quickly replaced with a pair of rubber mitts rendering my hands completely useless. They too, were then locked together. He lit a cigar and stood before me, admiring his work.

“Alright boy, listen up! When you earn the right to speak, you will call me ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’”, he commanded. “I will call you whatever the fuck I want. As you may have guessed, yes, I kept your friend Matt here for some time. He might have told you it was against his will but I can assure you that he enjoyed it far too much for it to be involuntary. From the size of your hard-on I can only assume that you are much the same as Matt.”

He paused briefly for me to think, “Number one, I have fixed the fail-safe in my backup generator, so even if the power is out, the doors will remain locked. They will not open automatically as before. The electric fence outside will remain electrified. Furthermore…”

“Master” removed a remote control from his pocket and pressed a button. An intense searing shock came from my collar and I was instantly immobilized. I screamed quickly but the cry was severely muffled by my gag and muzzle.

“I carry this with me at all times. Now that the power is back up on the fence you will be unable to walk more than 25 meters beyond that fence without it triggering automatically. I have it set currently to the medium setting; however, walking outside the perimeter will automatically trigger it at the highest setting.

“Obviously, I have quite the obsession with rubber. I have always wanted to have the ultimate rubber companion and have for years thought about the training and conditioning that I wanted it to have. I had already started an aggressive program with Matt, but he managed to escape before it took hold, thanks to nothing more than a simple power failure. I have already taken steps to ensure that it won’t happen again.”

“You might be able to escape from your restraints down here, but before you even reach the upstairs, you will be unable to make it past the electric locks on the doors. Do not think that I don’t want to have you upstairs with me – there is much that I want you to do up there, but for now this will be your world.”

“Right now, you are only to be an object of pure rubbered physicality. Your body is mine to use and shape as I see fit. You are a pure Gimp for nothing more than my enjoyment and your training. As I see eagerness and obedience grow in you, I will start small, and eventually you will be in a position to start obeying more complex desires, in which case I will start training you as my Puppy. If you can learn the kind of devotion and obedience that I expect of a dog successfully then I may teach you how to be a Slave worthy of serving my needs, yet worthy of some greater levels of autonomy and expression, a chance to have some of yourself back. If you can earn those privileges you will eventually become my Boy, hopefully a rubber boy who has finally realized all that I can teach and give him, and completely willing to continue to submit to my authority. I guarantee with each of these titles that you earn, you will find yourself glowing with pride.”

Master continued, “But I’m getting ahead of myself. I am speaking of your achievements possibly years down the line and you have only been here a few minutes. I’m sure that right now you are terrified and alone – and rightly so, this is an incredibly fearsome first step you have taken and not of your own will. I have some further preparations to make, so there is no time like the present to begin your conditioning. Come with me…”

He clipped a leash to my neck and unclipped me from the wall. We shuffled down the hall to a room full of different racks, elaborate chairs, slings, and crosses. I was sat down into a fearsome leather barber’s chair covered in straps. The D-rings on my collar, harness and restraints were all clipped in place and additional restraints added on. All the while my mind was racing – he intended me to stay here for years – forever really from the sounds of things, and indulge in some perverse education of his? I wanted to cry.  I had never felt so helpless before. While my fears of him killing started to, they were now being replace with other fears. He had other plans in store for me. Plans that freighting me almost as much as the loss of my life at his hands.  

“Now, I am going to get a look at my plaything. Don’t even try to speak or I will activate the collar.”

Master removed the muzzle, gag and mask. My head was dripping with sweat; it ran down my face and into my eyes. Master dried my head with a towel.

“Excellent. A fair trade for Matt if I may say so. You are a good-looking boy, and I must say that rubber really does become you. Good thing, as it is all you are going to be wearing for some time. Matt had been wearing almost nothing but rubber, for over a month – you should expect much longer before your skin is allowed to touch anything else.”

Master ran his hand through my long wavey hair, frowning.

“This hair is far too long, though, and not something that you have earned. It will have to go.”

From nearby, master pulled a set of clippers and without hesitation set to buzzing all of the hair from my head, long locks of it falling pathetically into my lap. These were quickly brushed aside and he swept up. He then held up a mirror for me to see. Looking up I was shaved completely bald. I could hardly recognize myself at all. For a second, I thought that someone else was looking back. He was right though, seeing myself bound completely in rubber my horniness came back with a vengeance. I’ll admit, I’d fantasized about similar scenarios, but the reality of it was utterly terrifying. I blamed it on blind nervous energy. I’d heard before about soldiers that experienced erections during battle for the same reason.

Part of my anxiety diminished.  As my fear of being killed by this guy faded, the reality of my new life seemed to take over. Something, deep within me, was energizing me.   I thought of POW’s who survived captivity for multiple years.  Perhaps I could do this.  

“Not bad,” Master said. “Normally I like a nice crew cut or a high-and-tight on my boy, but you will earn that look in time. For now, the tactile experience of a regularly shaved head will allow you to enjoy THIS…”

With that he forced a gas mask with a rubber hood over my face. It was already lubed on the inside allowing it to slide directly on, despite how tight it was. Some kind of internal gag forced its way into my mouth. It was pumped up and I could feel the bit swelling in my mouth. Tubes fit directly into my nostrils. Earbuds almost naturally fell into my ear cavity and a white noise could be heard starting up. Master unzipped my cock, removing the sheath.  He placed what felt like a large suction device of some kind up on my dick, with a slow rhythm starting to slowly jerk me off. A trolley with several TV monitors was rolled up in front of me and switched on. A sweet scent started to pump into the gas mask, though the air seemed clearer somehow. The screens flickered to life with videos of rubber and bondage pornography playing on each.

Master’s voice came into the earbuds. “Just lie back and enjoy the show, boy. Don’t fight it. I will be monitoring closely. This is the first of many such sessions that I will expect you to complete, so try to adjust yourself accordingly. I will be back soon – don’t worry, I have your breathing on a monitor which will alert me if there is a problem.”

Scene after scene of erotic rubber pleasure played before me. The suction of the device rose and fell, never quite seeming to bring me to climax. I would get so close and then be denied as the system slowed itself down. A constant mesmerizing beat played slowly in my ear.

Even more horrifyingly, scenes showing removal from bondage, removal of rubber, or even normal sex, normal life were met with a series of painful shocks from the collar. My earbuds would play a harsh, erratic tone. I made the connection quickly – I was to associate only pleasure with being a rubber gimp, and a complete aversion to anything else. I was only to enjoy being his rubber plaything, and any other thoughts were to be pushed aside.

The first of many such sessions? How many is many? A month was not enough to keep Matt from escaping and that was only after he was given a miracle opportunity of Master’s elaborate security breaking down. Surely Master would be planning for this too – so how long would this phase of training continue? A month? Two months? A year? MORE?

The shocks ended and the slow jerking off began again. The cycle continued for what seemed like hours… how long would this go on? I completely lost track of time and could concentrate only on the sheer pleasure of my situation.

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How to Repair an RV Roof

If you're an RV owner, you know that regular maintenance is key to keeping your mobile home in top condition. One of the most critical aspects of RV upkeep is ensuring that your roof is in good shape. Over time, wear and tear from weather conditions, debris, or simple aging can cause leaks and damage. Learning how to repair an RV roof can save you money on costly repairs and help prolong the life of your RV.

Why is RV Roof Maintenance Important?

The roof of your RV is your first line of defense against the elements. A well-maintained roof prevents water damage, which can lead to mold, mildew, and structural issues. Neglecting roof repairs can lead to costly interior damage and may even compromise the integrity of your RV.

Signs You Need to Repair Your RV Roof

Before diving into the repair process, it's important to identify the signs of damage. Here are some indicators that it might be time to fix your RV roof:

Water Leaks: Visible water stains or dripping inside the RV.

Cracks or Tears: Physical damage, such as cracks or rips in the roofing material.

Bubbling or Peeling: This can indicate water damage underneath the roof layer.

Dirt and Debris Accumulation: Over time, debris can cause areas of wear, leading to damage.

Tools and Materials You’ll Need

Before starting the repair, make sure you have the right tools and materials. Here’s a basic list:

Ladder or Scaffolding (to access the roof safely)

Roof Sealant or RV Roof Repair Tape (for sealing cracks and joints)

Caulking Gun

Roof Cleaner and Degreaser (to clean the surface before repairs)

Utility Knife (for cutting materials)

Rubber Roof Coating or Epoxy Resin (depending on the type of RV roof)

Roof Membrane (if necessary)

Step-by-Step Guide on How to Repair Your RV Roof

1. Inspect and Clean the Roof

Start by thoroughly inspecting the roof for any signs of damage. Clean the roof surface with a roof cleaner and degreaser to remove dirt, moss, or other debris. A clean surface is essential for a good seal during repairs.

2. Patch Small Holes and Cracks

If you find small holes or cracks, use roof sealant or RV roof repair tape. Apply a generous amount of sealant directly onto the damaged area, smoothing it with a putty knife. For larger holes or tears, you may need to use a rubber roof patch or a piece of roofing membrane.

3. Seal Around Roof Vents and Joints

One of the most vulnerable areas of your RV roof is around vents, seams, and joints. Apply sealant or caulk around these areas to prevent water from seeping in. Make sure to use high-quality, weather-resistant materials for long-lasting protection.

4. Apply a Protective Coating

Once all cracks and joints are sealed, it’s time to apply a protective roof coating. Choose a roof coating that matches the material of your RV roof—whether it’s rubber, fiberglass, or metal. This will help protect against UV damage, water infiltration, and weathering.

5. Regularly Inspect Your Roof

Even after repairs are done, it’s essential to inspect your RV roof regularly. Check for new signs of damage after every trip, especially after extreme weather conditions.

What to Do if You Need Professional Help

While DIY repairs are often effective, sometimes a professional touch is needed. If you're unsure about tackling the job yourself, or if the damage is extensive, you can find a roofing contractor near me who specializes in RV roof repairs. A certified professional will ensure that the repairs are done correctly, which can save you time and money in the long run.

Additional Tips for Maintaining Your RV Roof

Avoid Parking Under Trees: Trees can drop debris and sap, which can damage the roof over time.

Clean Your Roof Regularly: Dirt and moss buildup can create problems. A clean roof reduces the risk of leaks.

Use a Roof Cover: During winter or when not in use, a roof cover can protect your RV from the elements.

Conclusion

Repairing an RV roof is a manageable DIY task that can save you money and ensure your RV stays dry and secure. By staying proactive with inspections and performing regular maintenance, you can extend the life of your RV and enjoy your adventures without worrying about roof leaks or damage.

If you're not confident in your ability to perform the repairs yourself, consulting a roofing contractor near me can help. Whether you opt for DIY or professional services, taking care of your RV roof is crucial for long-term protection and maintenance.

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Roof Replacement During Rain: Safety Tips and Solutions

When you hear the patter of rain on your roof, the last thing you want to think about is a replacement. Yet, sometimes circumstances or emergencies make it unavoidable. Roof replacement during rain can feel daunting, but with the right precautions and planning, it’s entirely manageable. In this guide, we’ll walk you through practical strategies, tips, and safety measures to help you handle roof replacement even when the skies open up.

Roof Replacement During Rain: Safety Tips and Solutions

Replacing a roof during rain is not ideal, but it happens more often than you might think. Whether due to an emergency leak or an unavoidable deadline, understanding the risks and preparing accordingly can make all the difference.

Why Replace a Roof During Rain?

Sometimes, circumstances like severe leaks or structural damage make a roof replacement essential — even during rain. Ignoring these issues can lead to further complications like water damage, mold growth, and structural weaknesses.

Assessing Risks of Roof Replacement in Wet Weather

Working on a roof in the rain is inherently risky, and understanding these risks is key to preparing safely. Slip Hazards, Water Damage, and Material Durability are just a few factors that must be addressed when planning a rainy-day replacement. Roof surfaces become slippery, increasing the risk of accidents, while open structures can expose interior parts to rain, damaging insulation and framing.

Preparing for a Rainy Roof Replacement

Preparation is everything in ensuring a successful roof replacement in the rain. Begin by checking the weather forecast and planning backup dates. Also, ensure that your roofer has the experience and tools needed for wet-weather installations.

Choosing the Right Materials for Rainy Weather

When rain is on the horizon, choosing moisture-resistant materials is essential. Synthetic underlays, rubberized membranes, and metal roofing are ideal options due to their waterproof properties. These materials can withstand exposure to moisture without warping or deteriorating.

The Role of Tarps and Covers

Tarps and covers serve as temporary roofs during rainy replacements, protecting the home’s interior from water damage. Skilled roofers will use high-quality, durable tarps that cover the entire exposed roof structure, securing them to withstand gusty winds and heavy rainfall.

Safety Measures for Roof Replacement During Rain

Safety should be the top priority when replacing a roof in the rain. To minimize accidents, use Non-Slip Footwear and Safety Harnesses. Non-slip shoes with waterproof soles provide traction, while harnesses help workers maintain balance. It’s also essential to use proper scaffolding to prevent falls.

Working with Professional Roofers

Hiring a professional roofing company is essential for any replacement, especially in rainy weather. Experienced roofers are trained to handle wet conditions safely and know how to adjust the installation process to account for moisture.

Weatherproofing Strategies for Wet Conditions

Effective weatherproofing during rainy roof replacements helps prevent future issues. Options include installing a waterproof membrane under the shingles, sealing any exposed gaps immediately, and applying special coatings that protect against moisture.

Dealing with Delays and Unexpected Weather Shifts

Rainy weather is often unpredictable, and unexpected downpours can disrupt the replacement schedule. A flexible timeline allows the roofing team to pause the work if conditions become unsafe. Always have a contingency plan for days when work needs to be halted.

Temporary Protection for Unfinished Roofs

When a roof replacement can’t be completed in a day, using temporary protection is essential. Tarps, plastic sheeting, and roofing paper can act as protective layers overnight, keeping rain from seeping into the exposed sections.

Post-Replacement Inspection

After a rainy roof replacement, a thorough inspection is crucial to ensure all parts were installed correctly and no water damage occurred. This inspection should cover all roofing materials, shingles, underlayments, and flashing to guarantee they’re secure and leak-free.

Maintaining Your New Roof After a Rainy Replacement

Proper maintenance will extend the life of your roof and protect it from future weather challenges. Regularly clear gutters, check for loose shingles, and inspect the flashing. These measures help prevent damage and ensure your roof stays in top condition.

Conclusion

Replacing a roof during rain may not be ideal, but with careful planning, quality materials, and expert help, it can be done safely. The key is preparation, choosing the right roofing materials, and working with professionals who understand how to handle wet-weather conditions.

FAQs

Can roof replacement be done in light rain? Light rain can be manageable with the right safety measures, but heavy rain increases risks and should generally be avoided.

What happens if rain damages the roof during replacement? Roofing companies typically use tarps and other coverings to protect open areas, minimizing water damage during the replacement process.

How do roofers protect the interior of the home during rain? Professionals use durable tarps and waterproof materials to shield exposed areas from water intrusion, keeping the interior safe.

Are there extra costs for roof replacement during rain? Some roofing companies may charge extra due to the additional labor and materials needed to manage rain protection.

How long does a rainy-day roof replacement usually take? Replacements during rain may take longer due to safety precautions and potential delays in work when conditions become unsafe.

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Top Accessories to Enhance Your Mahindra Roxor Experience.

When you’re investing in the Mahindra Roxor, ensuring it performs at its best with quality aftermarket accessories is crucial. Roxor owners who prioritize durability, functionality, and aesthetics will find excellent options for upgrades that enhance performance on and off the road. In particular, roxor accessories offer reliability and purpose-built designs, from weather protection to towing capabilities.

Weather Protection with the Roxor Sport Top

A common challenge for Roxor owners is weather protection, especially during off-road excursions. The Roxor Sport Top is a smart investment that offers both durability and coverage. Made from aluminum, this custom-fit roof provides substantial shelter from rain, mud, and debris. The lip along the front edge, lined with a rubber seal, effectively prevents water and mud from entering the cab by fitting snugly between the windshield frame and the roll cage. This top securely attaches with six tubing clamps, reinforcing its sturdiness and ensuring it stays in place even on rough terrains. Additionally, it pairs well with the Roxor Rear Cab Bulkhead, making it a versatile and functional addition.

Rear Bumper for Enhanced Protection

If you’re looking for rear-end protection for your Roxor, a heavy-duty steel rear bumper is a solid choice. This bumper not only offers a robust layer of defense for critical components, like the frame and rear lights, but also adds a refined look to the vehicle. Designed for easy bolt-on installation, this rear bumper is user-friendly and doesn’t require advanced tools or experience. Its practicality extends to its mounting points, which accommodate tow hooks and light bars for increased functionality. It’s an ideal addition for Roxor enthusiasts who navigate rugged trails and need reliable protection.

Towing Made Simple with the Bolt-On Receiver Hitch

For those requiring towing capabilities, the Bolt-On Receiver Hitch is a practical upgrade that offers strong towing performance. Built from high-strength steel, this hitch allows Roxor owners to tow trailers, boats, and other equipment safely. Its bolt-on design ensures that installation is straightforward, securely attaching without needing specialized tools or experience. Notably, this receiver hitch meets industry standards, providing both function and peace of mind for Roxor owners who rely on their vehicle for substantial towing tasks.

Improved Road Safety with the Turn Signal Harness Conversion Kit

Navigating busy roads requires attention to safety features, and the Roxor Turn Signal Harness Conversion Kit is specifically designed to meet this need. This conversion kit includes a Truck-Lite 900 column-mounted turn signal switch, offering four-way functionality and LED turn signals. It integrates seamlessly with the Roxor’s factory wiring harness, whether using the stock Mahindra grille or an aftermarket one. Installation typically takes about two and a half hours and can be done by following a detailed guide provided by On The Rox. This upgrade enhances road safety, making the Roxor more compatible with urban driving requirements.

Why Choose On The Rox for Roxor Accessories?

On The Rox has established a strong reputation for providing reliable, high-quality accessories that cater to Roxor owners’ needs. Their products are known for durability and thoughtful design, ensuring that each accessory offers a specific benefit without compromising on quality.

Whether you’re looking for weather protection, added functionality, or improved safety features, their offerings are crafted to enhance the Roxor experience effectively. Roxor owners trust On The Rox to deliver on these promises, making it a preferred choice for reliable Roxor upgrades.

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RV Roof Repair: A Complete Guide for Long-Lasting Protection

Owning an RV brings adventure and freedom, but it also comes with some maintenance needs to keep your travels worry-free. One of the most essential areas to maintain on an RV is the roof. Over time, exposure to the elements—rain, sun, wind, and debris—can lead to roof damage, making RV roof repair a necessary part of your RV care routine. Fortunately, with some basic information and a few tools, you can keep your RV roof in top shape, preventing leaks and costly damage down the line.

Why RV Roof Maintenance is Important

Regular RV roof maintenance can significantly extend the lifespan of your roof and prevent potential issues like leaks and water damage. Roof problems, if ignored, can lead to bigger structural damage inside your RV, making it crucial to address any signs of wear and tear early. Not only does maintenance help avoid expensive repairs, but it also gives you peace of mind on the road, knowing that your roof is in optimal condition.

Common Causes of RV Roof Damage

UV Exposure: Continuous sunlight can break down the material on your roof, especially if it’s rubber or fiberglass. UV rays can make the roof material brittle and prone to cracking over time.

Weather Conditions: Rain, hail, snow, and strong winds can all impact your RV roof. Weather conditions may create cracks or holes in the roof, leading to leaks.

Poor Maintenance: Neglecting routine checks and repairs can cause minor damage to become severe. Minor cracks or peeling seams can allow water to seep in, resulting in rot or mold.

Debris: Low-hanging branches, rocks, or other debris can scrape or puncture the roof, especially if you're driving in rough terrain or wooded areas.

How to Inspect Your RV Roof for Damage

Regular inspections are the first step in effective rv roof maintenance. Here’s how to do it:

Clean the Roof First: Use a soft brush and a mild soap solution to clean off any dirt or grime. Avoid using harsh chemicals, as they can damage certain roof materials.

Check Seams and Seals: Look closely at the seams around vents, skylights, and edges. Any signs of peeling, cracking, or separation may indicate a potential leak.

Inspect for Cracks or Soft Spots: Walk carefully on the roof, feeling for any soft spots that may suggest water damage underneath. Also, look for any visible cracks, which are common areas where leaks start.

Steps to Fix RV Roof Leak

If you discover a leak, addressing it quickly can prevent the problem from escalating. Here’s a step-by-step guide for a basic fix rv roof leak:

Identify the Source of the Leak: First, determine exactly where the leak is coming from. Look for discoloration, water stains, or damp spots inside your RV.

Clean the Area: Clean around the damaged area thoroughly. Any dirt or debris can interfere with the repair process.

Apply a Roof Sealant: Use a high-quality roof sealant that’s compatible with your roof material. Products like RV Roof Magic provide long-lasting protection and a watertight seal.

Allow It to Dry: Give the sealant enough time to dry and cure properly, which may take a few hours to a full day, depending on the product.

Choosing the Right Products for RV Roof Repair

There are several repair products available for different roof types, so it’s important to pick one that’s compatible with your roof material:

Rubber Roofs: EPDM or TPO are popular types of rubber used on RV roofs. RV rubber roof repair products are designed to work specifically with these materials, providing a waterproof and UV-resistant coating.

Fiberglass Roofs: Fiberglass roofs are durable but can be prone to cracking. Look for fiberglass-compatible sealants to address any small cracks.

Metal Roofs: Aluminum or other metal roofs need a sealant that can handle temperature changes without cracking or peeling.

Preventive Maintenance Tips for Your RV Roof

Clean the Roof Regularly: Dirt, tree sap, and bird droppings can wear down the roof surface. A good rule of thumb is to clean your RV roof every three months.

Reseal Annually: Even if you haven’t spotted any leaks, it’s a good idea to apply a fresh coat of sealant around seams, vents, and other areas that are prone to leaks at least once a year.

Store in Covered Areas: When not in use, try to park your RV in a shaded or covered area to protect the roof from prolonged UV exposure.

Remove Debris: After each trip, especially if you've parked under trees, remove any branches, leaves, or other debris that may have accumulated on the roof.

When to Seek Professional Help for RV Roof Repair

While many RV roof repairs are DIY-friendly, there are cases when professional help is advisable. If you find extensive water damage, multiple leaks, or have a roof material you’re unsure how to work with, it’s best to call an RV repair specialist. They’ll have the tools and expertise to ensure the repair is done right, preventing further issues down the road.

Conclusion

Taking care of your RV roof doesn’t have to be a daunting task. With regular RV roof maintenance and some basic repair know-how, you can keep your RV roof in excellent condition and avoid costly issues like leaks and structural damage. Investing time in inspections and small repairs today can save you both time and money in the future. Whether you're on the road or storing your RV, a well-maintained roof will provide you peace of mind, allowing you to focus on the adventure ahead.

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Roofing Services: A Guide to Durable and Reliable Solutions

Maintaining a solid roof is one of the most important aspects of preserving the integrity of any home or building. Whether you're constructing a new property or looking to repair or replace an existing roof, selecting the right roofing services is crucial. In this article, we'll explore the essential considerations and benefits of hiring a professional for your roofing needs, particularly in wheeler roofing projects.

Understanding the Importance of Quality Roofing

A well-installed and maintained roof protects your home from harsh weather conditions, ensures energy efficiency, and adds to the overall aesthetic of your property. Over time, roofs naturally deteriorate due to exposure to rain, wind, sun, and debris, making it necessary to assess their condition periodically. By investing in quality roofing services, you ensure long-term durability and reduce the risk of future repairs or leaks.

Types of Roofing Solutions

When embarking on a roofing project, whether for a residential or commercial property, understanding the types of roofing solutions available is essential. Different materials, styles, and techniques offer unique benefits depending on the structure and environmental factors. Here are some of the common types of roofing systems you may encounter:

Asphalt Shingles: One of the most popular roofing options for residential homes, asphalt shingles are cost-effective, easy to install, and come in a variety of colors. They offer excellent protection against the elements and have a lifespan of around 20-30 years.

Metal Roofing: Known for its longevity and energy efficiency, metal roofing is a great choice for homes or buildings in regions with harsh weather conditions. It’s durable, resistant to fire, and can last up to 50 years or more with proper maintenance.

Tile Roofing: Tile roofing, often made from clay or concrete, is a highly durable option that can withstand extreme weather conditions. It’s also energy-efficient and provides a unique architectural look to properties, making it a popular choice for upscale homes.

Flat Roofing: Common in commercial properties, flat roofs offer a practical solution for large buildings. They are typically covered with a rubber membrane or a bitumen coating and provide easy access for maintenance. However, flat roofs may require more frequent inspections to avoid pooling water.

Hiring a Professional Roofing Service

One of the key factors in a successful roofing project is hiring a skilled and reliable contractor. Roofing involves specialized knowledge, tools, and experience that only a qualified professional can provide. Attempting a DIY approach or hiring inexperienced workers can lead to poor workmanship, future complications, and even safety hazards. Therefore, choosing the right professional for wheeler roofing services is essential for ensuring a long-lasting and well-installed roof.

A professional roofing contractor will offer a range of services, including:

Roof Installation: From selecting the appropriate materials to installing a brand-new roof, a professional ensures your roof is installed correctly, according to local building codes and safety standards.

Roof Repairs: Even the best roofs require occasional repairs due to weather damage, aging, or other factors. A professional roofing service will provide thorough inspections to identify problem areas and offer effective repair solutions.

Roof Replacement: When your roof reaches the end of its lifespan, a professional can recommend the best replacement materials and handle the entire process from removal to installation.

Maintenance and Inspections: Regular roof maintenance and inspections are key to extending the life of your roof. Professionals can identify small issues before they become costly problems, saving you time and money in the long run.

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5 Reasons to Choose Butyl Tape or Double-Sided Butyl Rubber Tape Today!

When it comes to sealing, waterproofing, and bonding solutions, Butyl Tape or Double Sided Butyl Rubber Tape are two highly versatile and reliable options. These tapes offer excellent adhesive properties and durability, making them a popular choice for a wide range of applications. Whether you’re working on a home repair project, an industrial task, or an automotive job, Butyl Tape is essential for creating airtight and waterproof seals. But why should you choose these tapes over other options? Here are five compelling reasons to make your purchase today from My Tape Store!

1. Unmatched Waterproofing and Sealing Abilities

One of the main reasons to opt for Butyl Tape or Double-Sided Butyl Rubber Tape is their superior waterproofing capabilities. These tapes create an airtight seal that prevents moisture from penetrating joints, seams, and surfaces. This makes them ideal for roofing, windows, plumbing, and automotive sealing jobs.

Waterproofing is critical, especially in construction and outdoor applications. If you’re working on a roof or sealing a window frame, Butyl Tape ensures long-lasting protection against rain, leaks, and moisture. The double-sided variety offers even more flexibility, allowing you to bond two surfaces together while sealing out water.

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This flexibility makes Butyl Tape perfect for use in multiple industries, including construction, automotive, and marine. For example, when sealing window panes or car doors, you need a tape that can securely bond two dissimilar materials. Butyl Tape is up to the task, offering a robust hold that lasts through extreme weather conditions.

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If you need a tape that can withstand fluctuating temperatures, Butyl Tape is the answer. This tape remains effective even under extreme heat or cold, making it perfect for outdoor projects, including RV roof repairs, camper window sealing, and HVAC systems.

Butyl Tape or Double-Sided Butyl Rubber Tape retain their flexibility and adhesion even in freezing temperatures, ensuring that your repairs hold firm all year long. Whether you’re dealing with scorching summer sun or winter snowstorms, Butyl Tape provides a consistent, durable seal.

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4. Easy to Apply and Versatile

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From roofing and gutter sealing to automotive repairs and marine applications, this tape offers unmatched versatility. Double-sided versions can also be used for mounting and bonding purposes, making it a go-to product for multiple tasks.

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5. Long-Lasting Durability

Finally, Butyl Tape or Double-Sided Butyl Rubber Tape are known for their durability. Once applied, the tape creates a lasting bond that can endure years of exposure to the elements. Its non-hardening nature allows it to remain flexible, which is crucial for applications like sealing joints that might expand or contract due to temperature changes.

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Conclusion

Butyl Tape or Double-Sided Butyl Rubber Tape offers a range of benefits, from waterproofing and durability to easy application and strong adhesion. Whether you’re working on a DIY home project or managing an industrial task, these tapes provide reliable, long-lasting results. For the best quality and selection, visit My Tape Store and get the tapes you need to complete your project efficiently and effectively.