#The Flash 771

[stvrlightgirl]

Who stopped the rain?

summary: You’re scared of storms, but Astarion is here to help you take your mind off them.

pairing: Astarion x gn!reader

wc: 771

a/n: idk it just came out of my mind from nowhere, but it’s so cute tho!

Also, every time I read it I hear the narrator’s voice in my head. Am I crazy? Lmao

Enjoy!

The night was quiet at first, save for the occasional crackling of the campfire, its embers slowly dying as the rest of the group slumbered around you. You had settled in early, exhaustion pulling you into the comfort of your bedroll after a day filled with endless walking and battle. Astarion had taken his place beside you, as he often did, ever the guardian in the dark. His presence, both unsettling and strangely reassuring, was the last thing you remembered before sleep claimed you.

But it wasn’t to last.

The first low rumble of thunder stirred you from your dreams. You shifted beneath your blankets, eyes fluttering open just as another bolt of lightning split the sky. The flash illuminated the inside of the tent, casting fleeting, eerie shadows along the canvas walls. Your heart lurched in your chest, the sudden crash of thunder that followed rattling your bones.

Memories you’d rather forget surfaced—of storms that brought more than just rain, of nights spent alone, frightened and powerless. A shiver ran down your spine, and you instinctively curled tighter into yourself, seeking solace in the small space of your bedroll. But the unease wouldn’t leave. It clung to you like a cold, wet cloak, each crack of thunder pulling you further from the remnants of sleep.

And then, as if he could sense your distress, you felt Astarion stir beside you.

“Awake already, darling?” His voice was soft, a whisper that seemed to cut through the din outside. You could feel his gaze on you, even in the darkness. Concern, though subtle, laced his tone.

You turned toward him, though it was difficult to make out his features in the dim light. “The storm,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, “it woke me.”

Another flash of lightning lit the tent, briefly revealing the furrow in his brow, the way his eyes softened as they met yours. He was silent for a moment, listening to the rain as it began to patter against the earth outside, the occasional rumble of thunder rolling in the distance. Then, without a word, he shifted closer, his cool hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face.

He couldn’t bare to see you shivering with fear.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of.” he said softly, his touch lingering against your cheek, a comforting weight in the dark. “It’s just a storm. It will pass.”

You wanted to believe him, to let his words soothe the irrational fear gripping your heart. But the storm outside was fierce, and it reminded you too much of things best left buried. You swallowed, trying to push down the panic that threatened to rise.

As if sensing your inner turmoil, Astarion’s fingers traced a gentle path down your cheek to your jaw, then to your chin, tilting your face up slightly so he could see you better. “Breathe, my dear,” he whispered. “Focus on me, not the storm.”

You did as he asked, drawing in a shaky breath, then another, letting your eyes lock onto his. Astarion’s presence was a balm, his steady, unflinching gaze grounding you in the present. He was right here, beside you, and for once, it felt like enough.

“You’re safe,” he continued, his voice low and melodic, like a lullaby meant for your ears alone. “I’ll keep you safe.”

The sincerity in his tone caught you off guard. Astarion, who often hid behind wit and sarcasm, was offering you genuine comfort, his mask lowered in this intimate, quiet moment. It was enough to ease the tension in your chest, the fear receding like the tide.

You let out a slow breath, nodding as you relaxed into his touch. The blanket he kept around you and the heat of his body was enough for you to feel safe again. “Thank you,” you whispered, the words carrying the weight of your gratitude.

Astarion smiled softly, a rare, unguarded expression. He leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips cool against your skin. “Sleep now, darling.” he murmured against your temple. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

With his words wrapped around you like a protective cloak, you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift back into the safety of sleep. Outside, the storm raged on, but you couldn’t hear it anymore, too focused on his touch, you found peace in his arms, as always.

And for the first time, you felt as if you could face all your problems without fear, knowing he was there to protect you from anything.

Even from something he had no control over.

Likes, reblogs and comments are always welcome!

[actiondetectives]

Reaction Images pt. 7

By Kevin Maguire and Howard Porter from The Flash #771

[harleystuff]

Rudy Pankow Gif Pack

[LINK] In this gif pack you will find 771 gifs (275*167) of Rudy Pankow as JJ in ‘Outer Banks S02 (Ep 1 to 10)’.  I made these gifs from scratch, so please don’t claim them as your own and do not repost them in gif hunts (instead link back to this page).

You may crop/use them in crackships & stuff, but please don’t forget the credit ! (& since I’m kinda curious, I’d very much like to see :p)

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

Content warning : flashing lights, alcohol, firearm, fighting, facial bruises

[davidcorenswct]

Click the source to find #771 gifs of joel kinnaman in altered carbon (season 1, episode 1-3). All of these are medium sized gifs. These are all made by me. Please reblog the post if you plan to use them! Please do not include these into gif hunts, claim as your own, turn them into gif icons, or use in crackships without tagging. TW: nudity, s*x scenes, weapons, violence, flashing lights, blood, alcohol, smoking

This pack is ongoing until the season is completed. 

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 11: First “I love you”/Unspoken “I love yous”

Thank you again to @forlorn-crows for arranging Mushy May!

Pairing: Swiss/Rain/Dew

Rating: Gen

Words: 771

Contains: the tiniest bit of transition angst, other than that it’s just fluff

It’s easy for Swiss, Dew, and Rain to say the words “I love you.” It’s just three syllables, something they’ve told each other hundreds of times since they fell into each other. But sometimes, the weight of those words presses down and stifles their tongues. 

It’s harder for Dew especially, even though he was the first one to say it. He had been convinced they were both asleep, Rain pressed up along his back, Swiss’s chest underneath his head, the three of them pressed together on a full size mattress like sardines in a can. 

“I love you two so much,” he had whispered, muffled into Swiss’s pec. “I don’t know what to do with it all.”

Swiss cracked open a golden eye, flashing Dew a sleepy grin. Dew panicked, flailing and nearly kicking Rain off of the edge of the mattress. 

“I thought you were fucking asleep, asshole,” Dew hissed. Swiss chuckled, pulling Dew flush to his body, letting Rain readjust himself on the bed. “Sorry, Rainy,” he whispered, and there was a responding murmur right behind his ear.

“Not anymore, spitfire,” Swiss said, running his hand up and down Dew’s bony spine. “I’m not going to speak for Rainbow, but I love you too.”

Dew squeaked as Rain began to place cool, soft kisses along the back of his neck. “I love you too, Dewey. And you too, Swiss. But can we please go back to sleep? We’ve got rehearsal in like six hours.”

Since that night, the three of them have told each other those three words hundreds of times. But sometimes the words get caught in their throats, impossible to say even though they know. But they have ways of saying it without even opening their mouths.

It’s an “I love you” when Dew reaches out and ignites the tips of his fingers to light the joint he and Swiss raided from the greenhouse. It’s an “I love you” when Swiss saves Dew the last drag. It’s an “I love you” when Dew gets touchy, clingy when he’s stoned, plastering himself against Swiss or Rain when he walks by the pair. They’re happy to indulge him with touch when he asks for it, pressing sloppy kisses to his cheeks and forehead just to hear him giggle, a sound he’ll never admit to making once he’s sober. 

When the temperatures drop, and Rain starts shivering through the winter, there’s an “I love you” when Dew puts down what he’s doing to take his hand. He remembers being a water ghoul, how bitter the winters got when you can’t exactly control your body temperature. He runs Rain baths, sitting behind him in the oversized tub and using his own infernal fire to keep the water just as hot as Rain likes it. They stay there until Rain says he’s feeling better, long after Dew’s fingers wrinkle and prune with the water. 

Swiss is a tactile ghoul. He leaves black kisses on his mates’ cheeks before putting their helmets on for Rituals. He knows how Rain likes his helmet tied tight, braids back Dew’s hair so it’ll fit under the mask and not tangle too badly. He knows how Dew takes his coffee, and swore to secrecy that he likes it with milk and so much sugar it’s as sweet as soda. Rain takes his tea with a bit of honey. It’s an “I love you” when he sneaks out of their bed early, returning with their drinks of choice. It doesn’t matter how long it takes them to wake, especially when he uses his fire to rewarm their drinks. 

Rain holds hands. When Dew isn’t feeling well, more and more touch adverse, he’ll link their pinkies. When he is feeling well, he’ll hold onto his wrist, lace their fingers together. He’ll squeeze his hand three times, once for each word, and Dew will squeeze back. 

He does the same to Swiss, grabbing at his shin during Rituals, pulsing once, twice, three times, and Swiss will flash him a grin down from his stage. And when Dew chokes him on stage, no one can see the way his fingers flex minutely against his throat, and he grins from where he lays his head on Dew’s shoulder. 

Rain holds Dew’s hand as he takes him into the water for the first time since his transition, and Swiss takes the other. It’s an “I love you” for all three of them. 

It’s an “I love you” every time they pile into bed together. An “I trust you with all of me.” 

They just don’t have to say it out loud. They know.

[rolling-in-guano]

31DOD Day 5 (Day 30)

Since I missed day 5 we are going to do that today!

Flash Plus

This is a good one! Lots of moments that show of Dick's skills and abilities. He's also a pretty funny bitch here too.

Batman/Superman: World's Finest #6

One of my favorite issues right now! He does his little retro detective thing. The whole run is pretty good rn.

Action Comics (1938) #771

This is the issue that this gem comes from:

Actions Comics (1938) #718

This isn't the only issue in this mini arc but Roy and Dick working together to get Lian back is *chef kiss*

[akirakirxaa]

FFXIV Write Day 3: Extra Credit

Rating: Teen

Wordcount: 771

Warnings: Major injuries, Endwalker Spoilers

Summary: Two dear friends decide to stay after all.

Master Post

Everything was agony.

Every breath, every muscle twitch. Akira had pushed beyond her limits before, but this was something else. Maybe if she hadn’t already given everything she had to stopping the Endsinger, this would have been nothing. Just another fight, another foe felled.

But she had. She had given everything and, despite it, she gave more. Chose to give more. And though the rival that had dogged her steps since — gods, it felt like a lifetime ago that they had fought at Rhalgar’s Reach — lay still and silent not a few arm-lengths away, she feared she would not be long behind him. She won, but at what cost?

She thought of her friends. Would they even know what had happened? How long would they wait before they realized she wasn’t coming? Would they even know where to look for her?

She gazed out at the endless sky. At least it was a peaceful place to die. She knew many who went before her that were not so lucky. She watched the sky as darkness gathered at the edges of her vision, until she could no longer hold her eyes open. A heaviness crept at the edges of her consciousness.

“Dammit, Hero!” She heard a familiar, an impossible, voice, and she tried to respond, tried to reopen her eyes, but she was just so, so tired. She felt a hand take hers, and she tried to grip it, to twitch her fingers, anything, but she just had nothing left in her.

The darkness surged, and she fell into the black.

~*~

Hades grit his teeth in frustration. How was he supposed to get any rest when she went around throwing her life away every time he tried? He called out to her again, but she didn’t respond, the only proof that she let lived the shallow movements of her chest.

He should just let her meet her fate. He should return to the lifestream and get on with his own well deserved rest. But somehow the idea of it just felt horrifically wrong.

The idea that she would just be left to rot so far from home rankled, and so here he was, going back on his own word that he would never accept Hydaelyn’s magic to continue living. And he knew, could feel, that if he didn’t return to the lifestream now that this would be permanent. He heard the quiet sound, not unlike that of teleportation, and calm footsteps that heralded the arrival of he whom Hades had been ready to burn the world down to get back.

“You don’t have to come with me,” the words were gruff, rueful. Hades would not deny Hythlodaeus the rest he also deserved after everything the Convocation’s decisions had put him through.

“I don’t have to, but I want to,” Hythlodaeus smiled warmly at him, and Hades couldn’t find the resolve to argue otherwise with him. Maybe he was too selfish after everything, but if he was going to stay, he would rather have Hythlodaeus with him.

Especially when there was no guarantee that Akira would even want him around.

He had seen the tears she held back when they left just before the final confrontation, but emotions were riding high, surely they were not for him.

Hythlodaeus brushed his hair back as he stepped forward, crouching on Akira’s other side and running a hand, hovering just over her body, along her. The healing magic glowed, stabilizing her though she still did not respond to Hades’ prompting.

“Do you know how to get to her ship?” Hythlodaeus asked, and Hades grit his teeth. No, no he didn’t. Their view from the lifestream, from their connection to Azem’s crystal, was not perfect. But just as Hades was about to go looking on his own, there was a flash and a small blue bird appeared before them, clutching a flat tablet in its claws. Hythlodaeus started towards it, but Hades stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, approaching instead.

It will take you to her friends, Meteion’s voice echoed in his head, and he snatched the tablet, still feeling less than charitable towards the creation. He passed it to Hythlodaeus with a quick “Hold this” as he stooped to scoop up Akira’s still disturbingly lifeless form.

This is not pointless she’s still breathing several of her friends are healers surely they will be able to fix this.

Hythlodaeus took one of her limp hands and, somewhat awkwardly one handed, pressed the largest button on the pad. The two ancients exchanged an apprehensive glance just as the tablet activated, and the three of them vanished.

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

K wait so... Wally talks to a future version of Irey in The Flash #771. This is 20 years in the future (making Irey and Jai 29 years old and the new West baby ~19).

This is after the events of the flash forward in the One Minute War Special as Jai reunites with Lilly in that story and Jai is dating Lilly 20 years in the future. We don't have a time frame on how long Jai and Lilly have been dating or how long it took them to get together after their reunion so we can't estimate the One Minute War Special's place on the timeline just yet.

What we do know is that Jai and Irey seem to be 18+. Irey is the Flash in the One Minute War Special and is not Kid Flash, an alias we know she uses in her later teen years. I would say, at minimum, the OMW Special takes place 10 years in the future. Most likely it would be around 13-15 years however.

So why is this interesting? Well 29 y/o Irey is wearing her Kid Flash costume and ~25 y/o Irey is the Flash with her own Flash costume. Likewise 29 y/o Jai sports an orange and white costume whereas younger Jai rocks a cool red and black suit. I did think it was odd that an almost 30 y/o Irey West would still be Kid Flash, so it makes complete sense to me now that she was attempting to obscure the future. She didn't want her father to know anything about the future as this could impact the timeline. Wally already knew about Irey becoming Kid Flash as a teenager so this costume wasn't new to him.

Jai, I guess, just made up a new costume as a red herring? Or possibly, this orange costume will be what he wears as a teenager?

Another interesting thing is that the new West baby would be around 9-14 in the OMW special... the Fraction kidnaps speedsters specifically meaning he has powers.... and neither Jai nor Irey is Kid Flash..... I don't know about you guys but the fact that Irey's Kid Flash is most likely her little brother is just so cute. It's adorable.

[coverpanelarchive]

The Flash #771 (2021)

[theluckywizard]

hap fri!! i'm not sure if it quite suits them but for actions as love, i'd love to see hawke x elegant and 'Drawing/painting them.'

Hi Ro! Thank you for my first Helegant prompt! Got to get that backstory for my fics :D For @dadrunkwriting

Here's a fluffy exchange for these two!

WC: 771

Characters: Garrett Hawke, Lady Elegant (in Hawke's mysterious first year in Kirkwall), POV Elegant

Rating: Teen

He comes around whether he needs anything or not. A tower of muscle and sinew that likes the sound of his own wit. And even when he needs something, he never has the money for it. So he haggles for my wares, pitching various favors, most of which couldn’t interest me in the slightest.

I see him occasionally, claiming his space in this bloody forsaken slum like he didn’t just fall off a boat from the south. Roving with his little brother who is equal in his brawn, occasionally his sister, an obvious apostate. But he only ever comes by my stall on his own.

Today he makes himself at home in a chair he drags over from the stall next to mine shamelessly. He sits far enough away that no one mistakes him for tending to the stall, but close enough that he can bother me.

“Sketching, Hawke?” I ask, when he refuses to address me for several minutes. He looks over his shoulder, biting his lip like an imp.

“Oh hello, Elegant. You know me, always need to be doing something.”

I wander over to appraise his skill. His wild sketched lines coalesce to make a startlingly clear depiction of old Halva who weaves with her loom another stall over. My breath catches, his talent surprising me with a warmth that nestles behind my ribs oddly.

“One draught for one drawing,” I offer him, meeting his eyes boldly, the corner of my lips curling. He rotates, speechless for a change and settles in to sketch me. I manage to stave off my flush by applying myself to the mortar and pestle beneath me, grinding my black lotus seeds too finely under the weight of his attention. 

A terrible idea coalesces the same way his pencil strokes do. The intense blue of his eyes. His finger stroking over his lips as he observes me. The broad reach of his shoulders.

A sudden flash of heat that surges up my neck reminds me that there are thousands of poor men in Kirkwall to waste myself upon. I need to set my sights higher if I’m ever to get out of this dump.

He holds up his sketchbook to me and rises, approaching, the blush I’ve had on lockdown escaping my grasp at a most inopportune time.

“Your sketch, oh Potion Master,” he says. I take in the drawing, admiring the artistry of his pencil strokes. Gesture upon gesture outlines the edge of my profile. Truthfully I only ever hoped to be as delicate as he's depicted me.

“Your potion, Hawke,” I answer, handing him a small vial. He ducks under the shade of my stall, lifting the canvas flap. Oh. He’s never done that before.

“I— um,” he starts, but to my surprise words evade him. Instead he looks me over, assessing my mood. “Meet me at the Hanged Man? Later when you close up.”

“You can’t afford me, Hawke,” I remind him. In more ways than one. 

“I— realize that,” he answers, the twinkle of his blue eyes softening into a sultry little plea. “Nonetheless.”

That terrible idea comes knocking again and I immediately lose my grip on it. Grasping him by a handful of his tunic, I pull him down to me for a kiss, partially concealed by a flap of dusty sunshade. It’s as unpolished as he is, though I can’t rightly blame him for it. He pulls back, eyebrow raised, his big hands, stroking around my waist to my back. 

“That’s going to cost you another potion,” he grins. I reach into my basket and place another one in his hand, bearing into him with a grudging little glance. He lifts his chin to gesture at another cache, a wooden lockbox that contains the higher grade goods. “What about those. What could I trade you for one of those?”

I can’t help the way my brows jump slightly, or the way my mouth falls open as I consider.

“I can think of a few things,” I breathe. He bends to kiss me again, and it’s shockingly sensuous, our lips parting for a puff of breath and a tease of tongue.

“I’d better go see about some ruffians,” he remarks from inches away. “But if you’re serious, I think we could come to an agreeable arrangement.”

I watch him wander into the weave of the afternoon market crowd, glancing back to flash a dashing bloody smile at me. When my senses return, I start organizing my workspace reflexively. 

Fuck. 

A penniless refugee indentured to the Red Iron of all things. He may not live past the end of the week.

Maker, Elegant. You sure know how to pick them. 

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 3 Blackmail (alternate)

TW/CW: Creepy/intimate Whumper, blackmail (duh), threats towards loved ones, knife, start of torture (fading into black), paranoia Words: 771

Maybe it had been a mistake to get take away today of all times. One of her favourites. Before she could even sit down the loud electronical ding-dong of the doorbell over tuned the series she was watching. What was going on? Did her mother come back early from her trip anyway? Wouldn’t make sense, she said she’d stay with her friend for the night. And her brother was in ‘Graubünden’. The hairs on her whole body stood up but she walked in the dark room towards the door. There she carefully peaked through the windows in the door and saw Adam. She gulped and as much as it terrified her to do so she unlocked and opened the door. “What are you doing here?”

Adam took a step towards her, now nearly standing on the edge of the door. Just felt like popping in, I hope I didn’t annoy anybody?”, he inquired innocently, even though he of course already knew the answer.

“Only me, the other’s aren’t here right now.”

“I see…” Adam’s grin grew predatory “So? How are Sam and Dean doing?”

Lyra froze. How did he know that?! The thought that he really could read her mind flashed in her brain but she tried to ignore it. With a, as she hoped, secure grin she replied: “They’re not living ‘la vida-loca’ right now.”

“To be honest are they ever?”

“Eeeeeeh, no, not really.”

Adam smirked and took another step, now he was in the house. “You should close the door, who knows who could come in in the middle of the night.”

“Like you, for example.”, Lyra whispered under her breath. She stared at him for a moment more, then closed the door behind him, drenching them both in darkness again. Turning on her heels she walked back to the dinner table and sat down. Doing her best to ignore him.

Adam followed her casually and watched as she turned off her headphones and ranked the volume on her laptop up. Now he could hear Sam talk to Ruby and Dean about Lilith. But his focus was set on Lyra who now uncovered a plastic package with sushi rolls from a cardboard bag. He caught up to her and stood behind her chair, waiting. After a few moments Lyra sighed and paused her series.

“You have something to say?”, she asked.

“Oh no, no, I wouldn’t want to disturb your meal. It’s good that you’re eating. Even if it’s not much.”

“Huh. Alright. Well sushi is actually quite filling.”, she threw in and then took the chopsticks into her right hand and started eating.

Adam reached over her shoulder, relishing in the tiny flinch that caused and pressed the space bar on Lyra’s laptop. Continuing the play of the series. As she was about halfway through her sushi Adam began to speak again: “So, how’s your mental health been recently?”

Lyra froze at the question; rainbow roll halfway to her mouth. “It’s been normal, I guess.”

“I see, I see. Talk to anybody nice recently?”

Her breath stopped. He couldn’t possibly know that she wanted to talk to best friend about it. Right?! She tried to force the shaking out of her voice as she answered: “I mean, some teachers, classmates, a friend.”

“Would be a shame if they got to hear more than what’s healthy for them, right?”, Adam put a hand on Lyra’s shoulder.

“And what exactly would too much be, hm? The fact that you torture me?”

“Just know, they are very easy to take out. And for the torture part, well the way I know her she wouldn’t last long, don’t you agree? Oh but I’m sure she would break beautifully.”

“You’re bluffing.”

“Am I? I swung by her house earlier, dropped something off. Maybe you should check in with her in a few days.”

Lyra paled. “You-you can’t be serious. You wouldn’t do that.”

Adam chuckled darkly: “And why is that hm? I have no trouble keeping you quiet. Just keep in mind what I told you and nobody has to suffer.”

“Nobody but me.”

“See it that way”-Adam pulled out a knife and rested the blade against Lyra’s throat-“If you do it somebody else won’t have to. Now how about we get up and upstairs, wouldn’t want the neighbours to see what’s next, right?”

Lyra was too stunned to resist so she just stood up and let Adam guide her, still with his blade against her windpipe.

On the table the credits of the episode ran out and the last two sushi rolls stayed abandoned on the plate. Nobody would finish them tonight.

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud

[intothemurkwood]

MIGHT OF MAND'ALOR

AO3 Chapter Link: MIGHT OF MAND’ALOR - Chapter 1 (Prologue)

Story Summary: Guided by your late father's teachings, you've learned that your powers transcend the conventional divide, showing that things aren't as clear-cut as the Sith and Jedi doctrines suggest. When Moff Gideon seeks your capture and Bo'Katan Kryze defies him, the Great Purge of Mandalore unfolds, setting the stage for a clash between light and darkness, with you trapped in between.

Chapter Summary: Moff Gideon meets with Bo'Katan Kryze to discuss the terms of Mandalore's surrender.

Word Count: 771 (fairly light, but it is the prologue)

Might of Mand'alor Series on AO3

Warning: Threats of genocides, violence, all things Moff Gideon. A fairly vanilla chapter with all things considered.

Author Note: For the sake of this fic, Pre Vizsla was Paz Vizsla's father... I'm sorry, I was 41k words deep before I realized the screw up.

Tag List: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

==EXPLICIT CONTENT: 18+ ONLY==

CHAPTER 1 (PROLOGUE)

Mandalore - The Great Forge

In the smoldering ruins surrounding the Great Forge of Mandalore, Moff Gideon, a formidable figure clad in black armor, stands with an air of authority at the far end of the high vaulted chamber. Bo'Katan Kryze, the Mand’alor, enters the room, her helmet tucked under her arm. Tension fills the air as their paths converge.

Gideon's lips curl into a sly smirk as he addresses Kryze, “Bo'Katan Kryze, the self-proclaimed leader of Mandalore. How delightful to finally meet you.” He relishes in her worn appearance.

Kryze holds her head high, refusing to let Gideon's presence intimidate her. “Moff Gideon. Have you come to surrender?” She asks, her voice hollow and light. All of Mandalore was burning under their siege. There was nothing left for the Empire to surrender to.

Gideon clasps his hands together, his gaze fixed upon Kryze. “I've come to discuss the terms of your surrender, Kryze. A chance for Mandalore to avoid further bloodshed. Surrender to the Empire, disarm your forces, and all Mandalorians, as well as your cities, will be spared,” his words a venomous offer. For a Mandalorian to disarm would go against everything they stand for.

Kryze's eyes narrow, her brows furrowing with determination. She understands the gravity of Gideon's words, but the cost weighs heavily upon her honor. “Spare our lives? Submitting to the Empire would bring shame upon our people.”

Gideon's smirk widens, “Survival often requires difficult choices, Kryze. Sacrifices must be made. And you, as a leader, have the power to make that choice. Your defiance will only lead to more destruction.”

Kryze pauses, her mind wrestling with the weight of her decision. In a moment that holds the fate of her people in balance, she finally relents, placing the Darksaber—a symbol of Mandalorian strength—in his hand. The act of surrender, though heavy with shame, bears the hope of sparing her people from further suffering.

A triumphant glint flashes in Gideon's eyes as he claims the Darksaber. “Wise decision. Mandalore will be spared... for now.” Gideon's haunting words echo around her as Kryze comes to a stop just short of the door. “There is one more thing.”

She turns to look at the menace washed in the cool glow of the darksaber. He swings the blade gently at first, testing its balance. Kryze turns to watch as the darksaber whirrs, slicing through the air with a heavy drag.

“What more?” Kryze asks, watching as the gifted blade grows heavier in his hand.

“I seek the force-sensitive Mandalorian. Bring them to me, alive and unharmed, or the Purge of Mandalore shall persist.”

Kryze's gaze flickers with disbelief, her mind struggling to reconcile Gideon's claim with her knowledge of her fellow Mandalorians. She moves toward him, her steps more confident than they had been in days. “There is no force-sensitive Mandalorian among us. Tarre Vizsla is no more.”

A sardonic smile plays at the corner of Moff Gideon's lips, “Oh, dear Bo-Katan, you underestimate how deeply I have infiltrated your forces. Bring me Pre Vizsla's daughter,’ he growls.

Bo-Katan's brow furrows, her mind racing to reconcile your image, a steadfast warrior she had known for years, with the concept of you being force-sensitive. "No, that cannot be true. I have fought alongside her, stood shoulder to shoulder with her, and never witnessed her harnessing the Force,” she argues, her voice filled with a mix of doubt and confusion.

As the echoes of their conversation reverberated within the Great Forge, silence settles upon the chamber, allowing space for contemplation. Gradually, Kryze's memories began to align, shattered fragments weaving together, unveiling a hidden truth about you that had eluded her for so long.

Moff Gideon swings the Darksaber, relishing in the power that he wields. “The Force has a way of concealing itself, even from the most discerning eyes. The more you reflect, the more you shall come to accept the truth. It wouldn’t surprise me if she wiped your mind on more than one occasion,” he says, his words dripping with sinister malice.

Determined and unyielding, Bo-Katan solidifies her resolve, “I do not know where she is. As I am sure you know Mandalorians are divided, fractured. If you choose to go back on your word, so be it," she raises her head, holding his gaze. 

Moff Gideon's eyes narrow, slicing through her lies. His patience has worn out. “I offered you a deal, and you agreed to disarm, now you have gone back on your word by refusing to hand over Pre Vizsla's daughter. You have one hour to turn her over or I will lay waste to this planet and all your people.”

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Water Mitigation Naples Florida

Water Mitigation Naples Florida: Protecting Your Property and Health

Water damage is a pressing concern in coastal regions like Naples, Florida, where tropical storms, hurricanes, and unexpected plumbing issues can lead to water-related incidents. Water mitigation is the essential first step in preventing these incidents from escalating into severe property damage and health hazards. In this article, we’ll explore the significance of water mitigation, outline the steps involved, discuss its impact on homes and businesses in Naples, and share tips on how to prepare for and respond to water damage effectively.

Introduction to Water Mitigation Naples Florida

"Water Mitigation Naples Florida" refers to the process of reducing and preventing further water damage to properties impacted by flooding, leaks, or high humidity levels in Naples. Mitigation involves a series of actions aimed at stopping the spread of water and minimizing the extent of the damage. It’s an essential process because water can quickly seep into walls, floors, and furniture, fostering mold growth and structural decay.

Naples is a beautiful coastal city known for its proximity to the Gulf of Mexico, gorgeous beaches, and tropical climate. However, these same factors make properties in Naples more susceptible to water-related incidents, especially during hurricane season. Understanding water mitigation and knowing how to take prompt action are key to safeguarding properties and preserving the health and wellbeing of occupants.

The Importance of Water Mitigation in Naples, Florida

Water damage can be deceptive and may not always be visible until it has caused significant structural harm or health issues. In Naples, water damage often occurs due to the following factors:

Hurricane and Tropical Storms: Naples' location makes it particularly vulnerable to hurricanes, which can bring torrential rains and storm surges that flood residential and commercial areas.

Heavy Rainfall and Flooding: Southwest Florida experiences a rainy season from May to October, and heavy downpours can lead to flash floods, overwhelming drainage systems and allowing water to seep into buildings.

High Humidity: Even without direct water intrusion, Naples' humid climate can create moisture build-up inside walls and floors, contributing to mold and mildew growth.

Plumbing Leaks and Failures: Burst pipes, leaky faucets, and water heater failures are common sources of water damage in homes and businesses.

When water is left unaddressed, it can lead to serious health risks, including respiratory issues from mold spores and allergens in the air. Moreover, untreated water damage can lead to structural weakness in buildings, compromising the integrity of floors, ceilings, and walls.

Steps Involved in Water Mitigation Naples Florida

Water mitigation is not the same as water restoration; it is the immediate response to stop the damage from worsening. Here’s a breakdown of the steps involved:

Assessment and Inspection: The first step in water mitigation is assessing the affected area. Professionals use moisture meters and thermal imaging to identify the source of water and the extent of the spread. Understanding the type of water (clean, gray, or black) is also essential, as it influences the methods used for cleaning and disinfecting.

Water Extraction: Once the source is identified and addressed, the next step is to remove standing water. Using specialized equipment such as industrial-grade pumps and wet vacuums, technicians extract as much water as possible from the floors and carpets. Quick extraction is essential to prevent water from seeping deeper into building materials.

Drying and Dehumidification: After extraction, the focus shifts to drying out the affected area. High-powered fans and dehumidifiers are used to circulate air and eliminate moisture from walls, floors, and other porous materials. Depending on the severity of the damage, this step can take several days.

Cleaning and Sanitizing: Once the area is dry, cleaning and sanitizing prevent bacteria and mold growth. Disinfectants and anti-microbial treatments are applied to contaminated areas. This step is particularly crucial if the water damage involves sewage or floodwaters, as these can introduce harmful pathogens.

Structural Repairs and Restoration: Although technically not part of mitigation, repairs are often necessary to restore the property to its original condition. Water-damaged drywall, flooring, and insulation may need replacing. This process, known as water restoration, comes after mitigation but is just as vital to fully rehabilitate the property.

How Water Mitigation Protects Homes and Businesses in Naples

For homeowners, water mitigation ensures their living space remains safe and comfortable. Quick action prevents irreparable damage to structural components like walls and ceilings. It also stops mold and mildew from spreading throughout the home, which can lead to costly remediation efforts and potentially dangerous health conditions.

Businesses, too, can benefit greatly from effective water mitigation. In Naples, where tourism and retail drive the economy, commercial properties must be protected from prolonged downtime. When a business experiences water damage, prompt mitigation can prevent asset loss and limit interruptions to operations. In some cases, it can also prevent costly lawsuits related to health and safety concerns.

Preparing for Water Damage: Tips for Residents and Business Owners

While water damage can sometimes be unpredictable, there are steps Naples residents and business owners can take to reduce their risk:

Invest in Water Leak Detection Systems: These devices can alert you to small leaks in plumbing fixtures or appliances before they become major problems.

Conduct Regular Property Inspections: Look for signs of moisture build-up, such as discoloration, warping, or a musty smell. Inspections are especially important in areas like attics, basements, and crawl spaces, where water damage may go unnoticed.

Install Flood Barriers and Seals: Consider flood barriers or sealant for areas susceptible to flooding, especially during hurricane season. Simple preventative measures, like sandbags, can also help divert water away from buildings.

Develop a Hurricane Preparedness Plan: Naples experiences its share of hurricanes. Having a plan in place can help you act quickly when water intrusion is likely. This includes knowing how to shut off water and electricity and keeping emergency contact numbers on hand.

Elevate Valuable Items: Store important documents and valuables in high, dry areas. Consider waterproof storage containers for added protection against potential flooding.

Ensure Proper Drainage and Gutter Maintenance: Clogged gutters and downspouts can lead to water pooling around the foundation of a building. Regular maintenance can reduce this risk and keep water away from your property.

The Role of Insurance in Water Mitigation Naples Florida

Having proper insurance coverage is vital for managing the costs associated with water damage. Many homeowners and commercial insurance policies cover water damage resulting from burst pipes or sudden leaks, but flood damage usually requires separate flood insurance. In a high-risk area like Naples, investing in flood insurance can offer peace of mind and financial security. Before disaster strikes, review your insurance policy to understand what is and isn’t covered, and consider consulting with your agent to determine if additional coverage might be beneficial.

Conclusion

Water Mitigation Naples Florida is essential for protecting properties from the devastating effects of water damage. Living in a coastal area with a tropical climate, Naples residents and business owners face unique challenges when it comes to water-related risks. By understanding the importance of water mitigation, being prepared, and acting quickly when incidents occur, property owners can minimize damage, safeguard their investments, and ensure a healthier environment for themselves and others. Implementing the right preventative measures and having a plan in place are the best defenses against the unexpected. From using water leak detection devices to keeping insurance up to date, these steps all contribute to effective water mitigation, allowing residents of Naples, Florida, to enjoy their beautiful surroundings with added security.

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Events 7.7 (after 1940)

1941 – The US occupation of Iceland replaces the UK's occupation. 1944 – World War II: Largest Banzai charge of the Pacific War at the Battle of Saipan. 1946 – Mother Francesca S. Cabrini becomes the first American to be canonized. 1946 – Howard Hughes nearly dies when his XF-11 reconnaissance aircraft prototype crashes in a Beverly Hills neighborhood. 1952 – The ocean liner SS United States passes Bishop Rock on her maiden voyage, breaking the transatlantic speed record to become the fastest passenger ship in the world. 1953 – Ernesto "Che" Guevara sets out on a trip through Bolivia, Peru, Ecuador, Panama, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Honduras, and El Salvador. 1958 – US President Dwight D. Eisenhower signs the Alaska Statehood Act into law. 1959 – Venus occults the star Regulus. This rare event is used to determine the diameter of Venus and the structure of the Venusian atmosphere. 1962 – Alitalia Flight 771 crashes in Junnar, Maharashtra, India, killing 94 people. 1963 – Buddhist crisis: Police commanded by Ngô Đình Nhu, brother and chief political adviser of South Vietnam President Ngo Dinh Diem, attacked a group of American journalists who were covering a protest. 1978 – The Solomon Islands becomes independent from the United Kingdom. 1980 – Institution of sharia law in Iran. 1980 – During the Lebanese Civil War, 83 Tiger militants are killed during what will be known as the Safra massacre. 1981 – US President Ronald Reagan nominates Sandra Day O'Connor to become the first female member of the Supreme Court of the United States. 1983 – Cold War: Samantha Smith, a US schoolgirl, flies to the Soviet Union at the invitation of Secretary General Yuri Andropov. 1985 – Boris Becker becomes the youngest male player ever to win Wimbledon at age 17. 1991 – Yugoslav Wars: The Brioni Agreement ends the ten-day independence war in Slovenia against the rest of the Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia. 1992 – The New York Court of Appeals rules that women have the same right as men to go topless in public. 1997 – The Turkish Armed Forces withdraw from northern Iraq after assisting the Kurdistan Democratic Party in the Iraqi Kurdish Civil War. 2003 – NASA Opportunity rover, MER-B or Mars Exploration Rover–B, was launched into space aboard a Delta II rocket. 2005 – A series of four explosions occurs on London's transport system, killing 56 people, including four suicide bombers, and injuring over 700 others. 2007 – The first Live Earth benefit concert was held in 11 locations around the world. 2012 – At least 172 people are killed in a flash flood in the Krasnodar Krai region of Russia. 2013 – A De Havilland Otter air taxi crashes in Soldotna, Alaska, killing ten people. 2016 – Ex-US Army soldier Micah Xavier Johnson shoots fourteen policemen during an anti-police protest in downtown Dallas, Texas, killing five of them. He is subsequently killed by a robot-delivered bomb. 2017 – The Treaty on the Prohibition of Nuclear Weapons was adopted with 122 countries voting in favour. 2019 – The United States women's national soccer team defeated the Netherlands 2–0 at the 2019 FIFA Women's World Cup Final in Lyon, France. 2022 – Boris Johnson announces his resignation as leader of the Conservative Party following days of pressure from the Members of Parliament (MPs) during the July 2022 United Kingdom government crisis.

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CITY LIGHTS

pairing : Horo x Mike (OCs)

genre : strangers to still strangers lmao

wc : 771 (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

content : bxb, mention of scars (like once), characters are in a moving car (taxi), some things don't make sense but it's aight

a/n : look, first drabble I'm posting here 😭😭 a story between two of my friend's ocs 🙈 I can -finally- start this account hah

The city's scenery was flashing before my eyes. The neon lights shining through the dark sky, as much as the stars in the countryside. I was on the way to the big city, The Grape, for an appointment. The taxi driver wasn't driving fast, but had a good pace. I could even feel myself fall asleep. One second at a time, my eyelids fell heavily on my eyes, as I slowly got taken away by Morpheus.

I woke up, shaken by the sudden speed bump we encountered. I opened my eyes, my vision still a bit blurry. I blinked once, then twice, to wake me up a little bit more. As I was starting to gain consciousness, I felt something soft against my cheek. I lifted my head to see my environment, but then encountered a mysterious man, his gaze fixed on me.

Panicked, I hastily lift my head up and swept the drool off my chin. "I'm sorry for that !" I stuttered, visibly embarrassed. A smile appeared on his face. "Don't worry, it's fine." He said lifting his hand up.

I sit straight into my seat, wishing for the cushion to sink me in their depths. I watch the landscape through the window, but my eyes couldn't keep track of the scenery ; my mind was going too fast, how could I sleep on a stranger's shoulder AND drool on them ?! God, I'm so embarrassed!

As I regained my composure, I turned my head to see the man, who was looking through the window as well, chin in his palm. Everything about his appearance was mysterious and yet so attractive : his hair was pretty long and pitch black, as the sky night, contrasting very well with his pale skin. His physique was rather well built, I mean, for my taste ; not too fit, but has quite the muscle that are subtlety hidden under his tailored jacket, that fit him perfectly, and with shiny shoes... he was quite chic. One of his hand stayed on his thigh, hand that was ornamented with big rings, one shinier than the other. Two of his fingers were covered in tattoos... quite suspicious.

"Is there something wrong ?" He asked, his soothing voice taking me out of my reverie. I shaked my head, as I could feel my face starting to burn up. I didn't notice before, but his face had quite the charm, black locks of hair falling on the left side of his face. The uncovered side was marked by multiple gashes, ornamented with a star tattoo. Multiple piercings were as well on his face. His lips... they were thin, the kind to get sucked in if you kiss them passionately. "Oh no, it's nothing, I answered. Again I'm sorry for earlier, the sleeping and... drooling." My remark made him leave out a laugh, "Don't worry about that, I'm not headed anywhere... are you ?

- I'm leaving for an important appointment with important people, I sighed.

- Seems like a rough job, he chuckled making me smile.

- Yeah, some big heads at some big random corpos... don't really understand the system but... gotta go with it I guess, I shrugged." He turned his face to the window. "I don't understand it either... it's just so... stupid, and full of flaws, don't you think ?" I couldn't agree more, but was afraid to speak out again, therefore I just nodded, leaving the vehicle with no sound but the click of the indicator.

Although the silence was long, it wasn't uncomfortable, his presence did not scare me anymore. I knew we wouldn't meet anytime soon, and that saddened me, knowing that I'd never meet such a gentleman made a shiver go down my spine. Then we arrived at The Grape, the big city. I knew my destination wasn't so far away, but I didn't know if he was leaving before or after me. He did say he didn't have anywhere to go, but to what distance ?

The car slowed down as we reached the busy road, even at this time the traffic was so dense. Later on, the car stopped in front of a huge building: it was my stop. The driver parked the vehicle for a short amount of time in front of the property, and I unbuckled my seatbelt. I thanked him and opened the door. As I was leaving, a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks : "Ah, um... May I know your name ?" He asked. I stopped for a bit, like I've forgotten my name. "Ah ! It's, Horo.. Could I know yours ?

- The name's Mike." he said arboring a big smile.

Damn that smile was contagious.