#any patch that identifies you as a minority in some way

[messydoodlesyt]

SMG4 Crew Redesigns Part 1

Finally got them done! I saw some people do redesigns for the SMG4 Crew and I wanted to put my spin on it. So far I’ve done SMG4, SMG3, Meggy, Mario, and Luigi. I'm for sure gonna do the others at one point. But it was perfect timing since I did finally finish all the arcs in order (and the important episodes in between for the most part) so I at least have some better context then all the stuff from 2022+ and all.

So first up SMG4. I’ve seen people incorporate the glitch color pallet so I tried to put a little bit on the shoes and pant legs. That and I’ve seen him associated with stars. I don’t quite understand why people do redesigns with it; maybe it’s something in an old episode I haven’t seen yet or something but I thought it’d be neat to add. Added the number four roman numeral for him too cuz it felt off only having 3 have it. Shoulder strap off cuz vibes idk.

Next up SMG3! I’ve seen so many people give him long hair/ a mullet and dammit it was just too perfect to have. That with some ripped pants and gloves and earrings to add for his redesign. And of course the overall pocket for Eggdog because yes.

Up next Meggy! She felt like the biggest change to me but I think it’s mainly the hair being the reason. Originally I was keeping the long hair, but when I was watching the arcs and saw her inkling form didn’t have any tentacle things in the back just the front (forgive me idk if that’s what those are called a barely played splatoon) so I felt like after turning human she would first have the long hair but then cut it as a way to cope if that makes sense? Idk she seemed to have struggled for some time just trying to adjust to human form and at least she would have control over her hair. Then I gave freckles which I believe her first human model design did have them but it was so faded it was hard to tell so I tried to make em a bit more noticeable (though now that I’m looking at them maybe I should make em thicker idk yet).

Now friggen Mario. Good lord he was the last one I finished and it should not have been this hard. It’s all minor changed I feel like- I tried to make him still identifiable while still having some differences like the short sleeves, belt, and patches. That and I put his signature M on the gloves too to match SMG4 and SMG3. I was struggling with the mouth (not the cursed one just normal) because sometimes it would look off. Luigi I had more of a problem with though than Mario for whatever reason; maybe it’s the mustache.

Which speaking of Luigi as the final one for the list thing. He definitely gave me turtle neck vibes so I wanted to give him that, plus a belt that has those little bag strap things or whatever you call them to hold stuff like maybe some flower seeds or whatever he needs to. And I only did one of those little drawings with a mouth but when I tried doing it for the others it felt off. Probably for future drawings with these refs I’ll add mouths or won’t depending on the mood.

And yeah those are my redesigns. Definitely wanna do the others like Tari and Saiko for example. But some I know will be tricky because I don’t really know what I could add for redesigns like Mr. Puzzles and Karen for example. But we’ll see.

Part 2 of SMG4 Redesigns

[shchristine]

LA BELLE VIE

Pairing: Chef!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: A server at La Belle Vie, the nicest restaurant at the Secret Springs Resort, can't keep her eyes off of world-renowned chef Joel Miller. He's taken notice of her too.

CW: 18+ MDNI!, smut with very little plot, reader is a female but no other identifying traits, no use of y/n

AN: Written for @secretelephanttattoo's Secret Springs Creative Challenge! Also my first posted fic ever! Enjoy :)

“Yes, Chef!”

You hear the muffled sentiment from the kitchen staff through the closed door to the back of the house for the first time that day. You would hear it countless more before your dinner shift was over. But it was always a soft, muted phrase to your ears, since you weren’t allowed in the kitchen. That was one of Chef Joel Miller’s many rules; 

No service staff in the kitchen. 

“This is how they do it overseas,” you heard him tell the owner once.

“But….this is Secret Springs,” Tommy Miller, the front of house manager and Joel’s brother, responded.

You knew it was going to be a busy day. Opening week at the Secret Springs resort and most of the shops and excursions wouldn’t be open for business for another week or so, so how were the early tourists going to spend their time? Eating. 

And you were right. The constant chatter of patrons, clinking of silverware on glassware, opening and closing of the creaking kitchen door, and the dull repetition of “door!” and “yes, chef!” would have your ears ringing for the rest of the night. But in the midst of the dinner rush, you couldn’t help but sneak a few glances through the kitchen door during the constant in and out of Tommy and the food runners. Chef said you couldn’t go back there, but he didn’t say anything about looking back there. Look you did, as hard as you could to catch a glimpse of him. His dark, tousled hair that got progressively messier while the night went on as he stressfully raked his fingers through the strands at any minor inconvenience. How badly you wished to run your own hands through them. The white chef’s coat stretched taut over his broad chest and shoulders, rolled sleeves revealing his strong but precise hands and muscular forearms. The scruff that covered the bottom half of his face, a small grey patch on the side above his jaw. You thought about him constantly; when you were working you hoped to attract just a sliver of his attention, and at home you laid in bed dreaming of scenarios where maybe you would see him out at the dive bar only the locals visited after a long shift, doing a shot and offering you one after watching you walk in or run into him on the beach, shirtless and enjoying some time in the sun with Tommy and his wife Maria on a rare day off. Your volleyball would accidentally roll in his direction, bumping into his legs as he laid on an outstretched towel. Sorry, chef…

As diners and filled tables dwindled and servers were cut and sent home for the night, you couldn’t help but wonder what would really happen if you snuck back into the kitchen. You and Tommy were the only front of the house staff left as the minutes crept closer to midnight, and he was in the office counting the drawers for the night in preparation for the morning bank deposit. He needed you there to verify his count, which meant you just needed to sign the log book once he told you he was done. This was a notoriously long process for Tommy, and most servers would do anything in their power to not be the one chosen to stay the extra half-hour after closing waiting for him to finish. But you didn’t mind. Not when you could stand next to the kitchen door wiping down wet dishes in the hope that Chef might walk out and throw a casual smile your way before the ever-present scowl on his face returned as he stormed into the office to yell at Tommy about something. You liked to think you were the only one he smiled at in the whole restaurant, saving the sweet gesture for the times he saw you and furrowing his brows, turning down his lips for everyone else.

But tonight, you were restless. You want to see his work; what he has touched and what he has made. You wait until you see the last bus boy make his way from the kitchen to the front entrance, waving at you nonchalantly before exiting the restaurant to grab the still swinging door to the back of the house. Giving the kitchen a precursory scan before fully committing, you make sure no one was around and step in. The kitchen was neat, kept extremely clean and tidy at Chef’s insistence. The countertops seem to sparkle as you walk quietly between the impressive appliances, making sure your shoes don’t squeak on the freshly mopped and polished floor. Shelves of fresh produce, bottles of oils and sauces, and expensive cooking utensils line the walls. Towards the back of the room is a large, steel door. You make your way over and reach for the handle, twisting it and pulling the door open. It makes a small but high-pitched creak causing you to wince and pause momentarily before walking in, electing to leave the door open in case it makes the same noise when being closed. The cold air of the refrigerated room rushes you, causing a shiver to run down your spine and goosebumps to cover your skin. The walk-in, duh, you think to yourself as you peruse the shelves. Labeled containers are stacked neatly together, a piece of tape stuck to the front of each with scribbled green onions 7/3 or puttanesca tomato sauce 7/1 facing outward. Was this his handwriting? You reach out to lightly graze the tape with your fingertip when the door to the freezer slams shut behind you, causing you to jump and pull your hand down in a hurry before turning. A gasp escapes your lips when you realize that Chef was there, standing in between you and the now-closed door. His eyes are dark and jaw clenched tight as he observes you.

“What are you doing?” he asks, arms hanging loosely at his side. His chef coat was unbuttoned at the top, a sliver of skin and chest hair peeking over it. 

“I…uh,” you sputter, unable to get any words out while still processing his presence, “I…”

“You,” he interrupts, “are not supposed to be back here.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just wanted to look.”

“Get out,” he spits. You put your head down, looking at the floor as you try to walk past him to reach the door. But he doesn’t move out of your way. He stands in place with his eyes stuck to you as you turn sideways, facing him to try and slip between him and the shelves. Your chest underneath the soft cotton apron brushes against him and he reaches out suddenly, grabbing you by the arm above your elbow and turning to face you fully.

“You’ve been watching me,” he states plainly.

“Yes,” you answer, even though you knew it wasn’t a question. He leans forward, his hot breath tickling your ear as he speaks.

“I’ve been watching you, too. Have you noticed?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer before leaning back, eyes scanning your face for any sign of apprehension. You look up at him through your lashes, eyebrows raised and mouth neutral. He smirks.

“Get on your knees.”

You do as you’re told, fighting the urge to whisper yes, chef. You don’t think he would appreciate the joke in the moment. You reach up slowly, taking the button of his pants gingerly between your fingers in case he changes his mind or swats you away. But he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches down as well to un-do the bottom buttons of his chef coat and pull the now-loose flaps behind his back. You unzip his pants and reach inside to pull him out of his boxers. The feeling of his smooth skin sends a ripple of anticipation up your neck, but the sight of his large cock causes your eyebrows to shoot up. The shaft is both long and thick, ending in a plump head. You waste no time wrapping your hand around it to give his member a few slow, gentle pumps. 

“Don’t tease me,” he grunts from above you, “put your mouth on it.”

You do, using one hand to guide the hardening member into your mouth and the other to steady yourself against his thigh. You feel his fingers gently thread through your hair as your tongue touches the underside of his cock for the first time. He sighs, his hips surging forward involuntarily. You swirl your tongue up his hardness and around the head, tasting the precum collected there before wrapping your lips tightly around him. Sucking him further into your warm mouth, you inch forward until your nose hits the skin and pubic hair above his cock.

“Fuck yes,” Joel stutters out when he feels his tip hit the back of your throat. His hands slide down to cradle the back of your head with both of them before pressing his hips forward just for a moment. You gag around him, a thick line of saliva trailing from your tongue to his cock when he pulls all of the way out. “God that’s hot.”

Your lips chase after his member, sucking your cheeks in once it’s back inside of your mouth and beginning to bob your head back and forth on him. His fingers tangle in your hair and he throws his head back with a groan, causing you to let out a whimper of your own.

“You like that? Bet my fat cock down your throat is gettin’ you all wet, isn’t it?”

Mhmm you moan around him as you continue your movements, the vibrations causing him to let out another deep grunt. He pulls himself out of your mouth abruptly, grabbing you by the shoulders and yanking you up to your feet. “Gonna make me come too quick.”

He looks into your face for a moment, finding lips plumped and red and eyes big with anticipation. His lips crash into yours, the kiss wet and sloppy as he slips his tongue into your mouth. Your arms reach up to grasp at his large biceps, squeezing there as his hands slide around your back to untie the apron you’re still wearing.

“Anyone could walk in,” you say breathlessly as his lips make their way from your jaw down your neck. You knew it was only the two of you and Tommy left in the restaurant for the night.

“But they won’t,” he murmured into your skin, “Most of the people here listen when I make rules.” His hands make quick work of both your pants and underwear, pushing them down hastily and grabbing at your ankle to motion for you to step out of them before grabbing your ass in both hands and lifting you up to rest on the edge of the shelf behind you. The cold metal against your skin causes you to gasp and jerk your hips forward. He uses the closeness to reach down and swipe a finger through your exposed folds, collecting the wetness that has pooled between them. 

“Knew it,” he says before pulling his hand away and spreading the wetness down himself. You watch as he lines himself up to your entrance, gripping your thighs and spreading them as far apart as they’ll go before he sinks into you. Your breath hitches at the stretch, closing your eyes and moaning loudly when he bottoms out. He sets a merciless pace from the beginning, quickly rutting into with long strokes as his hands keep their rough grip on the back of your thighs. The freezer echos with the sounds of skin slapping on skin, his deep grunts and your breathy moans.

“This what you wanted? What you thought about every time I saw you trying to look in the kitchen door?”

“Yes, chef,” you whimper, lost in the feeling of his firm thrusts and the cold air surrounding the two of you. Your eyes snap open, widening to see his expression at the slip-up. Instead of stopping like you thought he might, he smirks at you, picking up his pace.

“Say it again,” he urges, his hands squeezing into the skin of your thighs so roughly he was sure to leave red marks indented there for days.

“Yes chef, yes chef, yes chef,” you whine as you bounce up and down at his incessant pounding into you. He groans and reaches one hand out, grabbing on to the shelf behind your head for leverage. His other hand remains on your thigh to keep you in place. 

It doesn’t take much longer for your climax to creep up on you, waves of pleasure spreading slow and warm through your lower back and thighs. The roughness of his thrusts are both exciting and overwhelming you. You can’t help but moan louder as your body tightens. Joel isn’t much better off, his movement becoming erratic and rushed. Your legs tremble as your orgasm washes over you, arms reaching out to clutch at his shoulders and head thrown back with eyes clamped shut. Your cunt pulses tightly around him, causing his grip on the shelf behind your head to slip. He recovers, groaning and grabbing harshly at your still-clothed breast as he comes undone inside of you. His thrusts slow before stopping completely, the warmth of his release spreading through your lower half. But the sensation is short-lived as Joel pulls out of you, causing a gush of his release to follow and fall to floor. He watches with tired eyes, wiping the thin sheen of sweat that has covered his face and neck as his breathing returns to normal. Panic spreads through you at the prospect that Tommy may be done counting the drawers and looking for you and you bend forward to pull your underwear and pants up. You watch out of the corner of your eye as Joel does the same, adjusting his pants and shoving himself inside before pulling up the zipper. On unsteady feet you softly push past him, making your way to the door of the walk-in and try to smooth your clothing and apron out as much as possible before exiting.

“Hey!” Joel calls out your name, causing you to stop and turn sharply. Maybe he was going to ask you what you were doing this weekend or for your phone number, even though you knew he could get it from the directory Tommy kept. 

“If you want to keep your job, don’t let me catch you back here again.”

[lavendertales]

kiss it better || Joel Miller x f!reader**

summary: one of Joel's bad days turns into a rather heated make-out session.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: tension, dry humping, Joel being needy & somehow still a gentleman lol.

A/N: for my dearest @wild-at-heart-kept-in-cage who came up with this idea 🥰 feedback is always appreciated!💕

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

The air in the room feels constricting, even damp. Tension floats from the second you set foot inside, but especially when your eyes land on his figure.

Joel Miller has more bad days than good days, but usually with you, the good seems to outweigh the bad. You’re like a patch, conveniently pressed on his past’s wounds. You learned how to identify his behaviors, when to back off and when to inch closer to him.

Based on the dimmed lights in the room, the thick air and the exhausted look on Joel’s face, this is one of the times he might need company. So you cautiously approach him, trying to find his eyes.

“Didn’t see you at dinner,” you say taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Wasn’t hungry.”

You take his hand into yours, pleasantly remarking that he allows that.

“Bad day?” you ask.

Joel nods, still not looking at you. He seems to be doing everything possible to stare at the floor—virtually anywhere but around him.

“That’s okay,” you tell him. “We all have good and bad days.”

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I’m here for you when you need it, always.”

Joel squeezes your hand, still staring at you. During tough times like these, Joel finds himself speechless in his attempt to express to you how much he appreciates your presence in his life. Your presence has become more than just a constant; you’ve become a rock when he needs you most.

“I can leave if you want some space,” you coo, mindlessly playing with a few locks of hair.

As usual, Joel doesn’t express himself through words. He simply squeezes your hand further, thus letting you know he still wants you in the room. You concede, pressing a tentative kiss on his cheek. But then Joel turns his head and captures your lips instead.

The kiss is a mere small gesture of I-got-your-back, something to let each other know that you understand one another. Yet it rapidly evolves into something slightly needier, with Joel grabbing your hips and lifting you slightly so that you’re straddling his lap. None of his touches or wishes are anything new, but the moment feels still too sensitive to take any of this for granted.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere, darlin’,” he coos.

“Joel,” you coo, oddly enticed by this point.

You cup his cheeks, feeling like you’re holding the whole world in your hands as you do so, peppering small kisses all over his face.

“Whatever you want to do, whatever you need… I’ll give to you,” you tell him in the sweetest, most intoxicating way.

Like usual, Joel isn’t a man of many words; they often fail him. So instead, he grabs handfuls of your ass and starts to help your body grind against his thighs. You’re already clenching against nothing, huffing and puffing as Joel’s lips travel down your neck and licking wet stripes on the sensitive skin there.

“Are you sure you—hmmmfff—are you sure you want—“

“Are you questionin’ my intentions?” he growls in your earlobe, biting it gently right after, thus causing you to shiver.

“Never,” you smile and reposition yourself so that you straddle only one of his thighs. You remain clothed, and yet somehow, the friction between your covered clit and Joel’s thigh is causing your head to spin feverishly, a delicious frenzy to be had.

“Take off your shirt,” Joel mutters.

His hands linger on your back, having been tugging at the fabric long before he even gave the command. But you obey without much thought, if any at all. You only stop to remove said shirt, exposing your bra. Joel briefly licks his lips, his eyes falling to your beautiful breasts, then back at your face, darkened by lust.

“Take that off too.”

And you do; you unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. You expect to remove everything else, but Joel says nothing else and simply begins playing with your breasts, taking your nipples in his mouth till they pebble under the wet touch of his tongue, and remaining buried between them as you resume your grinding.

Your hands are joined around his neck, holding onto his broad shoulders as you chase your high, and Joel takes an even greater pleasure, as well as comfort, in watching you use him like that. It isn’t usage as much as a simple need. A primal, carnal need that is entrenched into the idea of comfort. Joel didn’t really need to get off. He simply needed to feel you, to have you there, a physical reminder that things will be okay and that yes, he can do this.

He can be alive and enjoy it.

Before he’s fully conscious of his own actions, his hips jerk upwards, in a failed attempt to rub up against you, to feel every—clothed—inch of you, however attainable.

“You’re s’soft,” you hear him grumble from your neck, his voice rich with want and something else, something that’s utterly consuming him. “That’s it, take what you want, darlin’.”

You can’t do anything but mumble mostly nonsensical things, chasing your high like your life depends on it. Yours might not, but Joel’s seems to be: he’s grunting, his hands gripping your ass tight as he’s stirring you front and back on his thigh. You’re a mess at this point, and so is your underwear, already soaked and riled up just as you are.

Then you feel the buildup in your belly; slowly, steady, but burning nonetheless. You act on a whim and pull Joel’s face close to yours, kissing him with an aching fire. His kisses always consume you, burning your whole body from inside out and making your head spin so fast you swear you feel high whenever you’re with him.

Your skin is hot and tingly in anticipation, and you moan in Joel’s mouth as your orgasm slowly builds in your belly. He feels your whole body tightening, and holds you even closer to him, whispering words along the lines of It’s alright, I’m right here and Let go for me, I got you, I always got you.

And you know his words to be true; especially when you seize up on his thigh, clenching around nothing and cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a manic kiss to prevent yourself from screaming his name and thus having the whole neighborhood hear.

Although Joel wouldn’t mind that one bit.

But for now, you remain locked Joel’s arms, topless and reeling from the power of your orgasm. You find the strength to pull away in the slightest, just for a mere second, to look at him. You notice the faintest trail of smile on his lips, which makes you smile as well.

“What?” you can’t help but ask, perhaps foolishly so.

“I’m so lucky to have you.”

It’s not often that Joel makes such declarations, but when he does… oh, how he makes your heart flutter and your eyes teary.

“Are you okay?” he asks in return.

“I am. I’m the luckiest woman in this whole damn country.”

And then you melt into his arms, into his touch and into the kiss he chastely presses to your lips.

[maidragoste]

By the way, if you want, anon, you can choose an emoji so I can identify and know which anon I'm talking to hahaha—👾 with thisss!

Also

She could have had any man, even the king but she chose you. And you pay her like that?You say you love your wife but you hurt her and now you have made her the entertainment of the court. There is no person who does not talk about her, the princess and you"

My heck—the reader chose love over duty—imagine..she's the first born and by law she can't inherit Driftmark because you know..misoginy then the queen dies and her father invites(forces her)her to be the future bride of the king( I want to believe she's 18 years old, not 14 or 12..it's an ick for me..) but Viserys notices the way she and Harwin are looking at each other so he gives them his blessing and choose Alicent.

Reader wants to be overjoyed because she's free but now she finds out with horror that the future queen is a 14 year old and worst, her cousin's best friend and she feels guilty and disgusted.

So by telling to her parents she will stay at KL to find a suitor, she befriends the queen and try to repair the relationship between Nyra and Alicent with no avail.

By the years KL's become a second home to reader, writing to her parents and sister;she's living in a fairytale until Jacaerys is born and his brothers.

A DECADE, SHE HAS LIVED IN MISERY AND HUMILATION FOR A DECADE and seems her strength are her twin boys that looked more Velaryon than Nyra and Laenor's children.

The relationship with Nyra?has grown cold and she dotes on the queen's children and NO ONE suspect that her twins are Larry's because they took after their mother's appearance but their eyes.

Then Driftmark happens and we know what will happen but the're is a new player: the reader that has taken under the wing Rhaena,like you said in the previous post, and she's securing a betrothal of his twins with Laena's daughters because she will be damned if she allows Daemon to trap her nieces and she needs to get back at Nyra for sleeping with her husband, and disrespect the memory of his younger siblings.

The Velaryons? Are by her side and they are awfully protective of her because if D&R have killed two of their children?what they would to their first born?

Let's not forget also two important allies: Larrys and Alicent—also Aegon, Helaena, Aemond and Daeron, Baela( who is a mini Daemon and loyal to reader, the Velaryons)and Rhaena because the reader is the step father who stepped up and with her Aegon may have learnt to take his duties seriously and be a good husband to Helaena;Aemond learns that he shouldn't carry his burdens alone, Helaena has someone who can understand her.

Okay okay; I'll stop you are the writer but it's good to share some ideas

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Hi Anon, I'm sorry it took so long to reply. I hope you're well 🥰

First, I think that in some post I said it too high up but for my Reader she is the younger sister of the Velaryon. Laena is the eldest, just like in the book, and Laenor is the middle brother. So Reader never had a chance to inherit Driftmark.

For your peace of mind Reader is not 12/14 when Corlys wants to make her queen and marry Viserys... But still she is a minor she is 16/17 😭🤡

I don't know if Viserys would realize that something is going on between Reader and Harwin (SORRY FOR ME THE MAN IS A DENSE. I STILL ANGRY THAT HE IS THE KING) but Reader definitely doesn't want to marry him so she confesses that she is in love with Harwin. Sure, as you say, Viserys gives them her blessing and chooses Alicent.

Of course Reader feels guilty and disgusted. Alicent is the same age as her and knows how uncomfortable she must be with the situation because she was there too. It saddens him to see how Alicent and Rhaenyra's friendship breaks down.

So Reader marries Harwin and sets out to be friends with Alicent to assuage her guilt but it doesn't take long for her to start enjoying her and appreciating her friendship with Alicent. Reader tries to patch things up between Alicent and Rhaenyra but she doesn't realize she's making it worse. Rhaenyra feels like she sided with Alicent, she feels like she lost them both, she feels out of place like she's left over. Now you spend all your time with Alicent and Aegon, you seem like you've forgotten about her. You are no longer going to fly together or invite her to go with you to Driftmark because your attention is always on Alicent. Always attached to her, always smiling at each other as if they knew a language Rhaenyra didn't.

Years pass and Jacaerys is born. Throughout Rhaenyra's pregnancy you had been by her side and pampered her. Rhaenyra felt like it was the two of you again. She felt horrible because she knew that the moment her baby was born you would never love her again. And she was not wrong. Your eyes of hers stopped being warm and you only looked at her coldly. Whenever you could, you avoided being in the same room as her. All the love that was between you two was once gone because of her.

Rhaenyra suffers as Reader raises Alicent's children as his own. Reader's upbringing definitely makes Aegon a better man, she teaches him why it's important that he fulfill his duties and how he always has to take care of his family. Helaena finds another mother in Reader, she never makes her feel uncomfortable by her dreams or her prophecies whenever she can, she accompanies her to look for new insects. Aemond knows that Reader is always there to help him with his burdens and Daeron knows that despite the distance Reader will never forget him... like his father.

[myreia]

Divergence of the Heart

CHAPTER TWO: THE NATURE OF THE BEAST

Chapter Rating: Mature (full story rating is Explicit) Characters: Aureia Malathar (WoL), Aymeric de Borel, Thancred Waters, Hilda Ware Pairings: Aureia/Aymeric, Aureia/Thancred, Thancred/Hilda Chapter Words: 4,788 Notes: Set during the Heavensward patches. Summary: Aureia Malathar may have made a name for herself in Ishgard, but her deeds come with a hefty personal toll. Despite her victories at the Grand Melee she has never felt more unsure of herself. Her relationship with Thancred—the person she thought knew her the best—is strained, yet she cannot abandon him. Aymeric is falling for her harder with each passing day, yet she cannot bring herself to accept it. All may be fair in love and war, but at least war is predictable. Love on the other hand… Chapters: 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11 Read on AO3 Avi’li Sostomi belongs to my dear friend @lilas!

When she reaches the Forgotten Knight, Aureia shoves the doors open and clatters down the stairs. Though the sound causes some heads to turn, the tavern quickly reverts to its drunken murmurings and clandestine conversations. She has always had an affection for Gibrillont’s establishment. The lighting is dark, the hearths warm, the food and drink good. She is rarely identified as the Warrior of Light here, blending in with crowds too drunk to recognize her. Here, everyone’s business is their own. Here, she is just another patron stepping in from the cold.

“Ah, Aureia!” Gibrillont nods in welcome, his hands occupied by cleaning out tankards with a worn rag. “I hear congratulations are in order—”

She rests her arms on the counter and leans into it. “No. Not in order. As far as I’m concerned, nothing of significance happened today.”

He pauses, regarding her with a knowing smile on his face. “Very well,” he says. “‘Tis but an ordinary day, with ordinary struggles.”

“And ordinary drinks,” she adds pointedly.

Gibrillont chuckles and stoops, resurfacing a moment later with a bottle. “Then perhaps this miraculous brew will serve you well, Mistress Malathar,” he says and slides it across the counter to her waiting hand.

Aureia eyes him—the honorific has not gone unnoticed—and hefts the bottle. Wine. Likely cheap, likely strong, and likely to give her a phenomenal hangover the next morning. “Thanks,” she grunts. The dark glass slips against her fingerless glove and she reacts quickly, tightening her grip before she drops it.

His eyes narrow. “I apologize if this is not my place,” he says carefully, picking up the rag and returning to cleaning tankards. “But I suspect this is not a celebratory drink.”

The nape of her neck prickles. Thoughts of Thancred race through her mind, jagged and raw. No matter how hard she tries to banish him, he lingers. Making a face, she yanks the cork out and downs a mouthful of wine. She coughs, the tart, heady scent clogging her nostrils, the fragrant flavour lingering on her tongue.

“There’s nothing to celebrate tonight, Gibrillont,” she says and slams a handful of gil on the counter. “I’m here to get drunk.”

Bottle in hand, Aureia forces her way through the crowd, searching for a table. The cacophony of a dozen conversations fills her ears. From the merchants to the off-duty Temple Knights to minor scions of lesser nobility, all are focused on one thing: the Grand Melee, the Alliance, and the Warrior of Light’s thrilling duel with General Raubahn.

Notably—at least to her—Sidurgu is absent from his usual post. He must have not wanted Rielle caught in the midst of all this revelry, not when there are so many Temple Knights around. The day they dispatched Ystride de Caulignot together is still raw in her mind. Though the church has changed, any number of her former allies or supporters could be among the knights’ numbers.

Aureia pauses in the centre, twisting left and right as she scans the room. “Seven hells,” she mutters, taking another swig. She is glad for their success, truly, she is. Aymeric was correct, this was the only way to incorporate Ishgard into the Alliance without upsetting the Holy See’s delicate internal politics. She hates to give it to him, but Thancred was right—Ishgardian pride has been the source too many of their difficulties. The whole nation is too arrogant for its own good.

And the last thing she needs now is a recount of her heroics on refrain.

Pushing her way through a cluster of loud-mouthed knights, she rounds the corner and flies down the stairs, disappearing into the lower level.

Aureia feels the change as she descends. Though Aymeric is doing his best to pave a way for a new future, dismantling a thousand years of tradition is not a feat accomplished overnight. The highborn and the lowborn still separate instinctively, and that divide could not be more palpable than in the Forgotten Knight. The hearths are dark, the rooms cramped, the floors and tables scratched. The air is mustier here, thick with the scents of the Brume. But the alcohol is strong, the patrons lively, and there is a sense of fierce, fearless freedom about this place that she has never found upstairs.

“Aw, c’mon, Avi, I had it that time!”

A familiar voice cuts through the din. Aureia pauses on the third step and scans the room, searching. Hilda sits slung in a chair, boots on the table, cards in her hand. A wrought iron lamp lies off to the side, its candle casting a warm glow over a collection of discarded plates and half-finished tankards. Her carbine rests against the wall behind her, its polished finishings glinting in the dim light.

A white-haired Miqo’te perches across from her, his tail curled casually around one of his stool’s legs. He holds his cards close to his face, eyes alight with an impish grin. “Looks like fortune says otherwise,” he says. “I win.”

Hilda harumphs and tosses her cards. “Cheater,” she snorts, grabbing her tankard. “You’re never this good.”

His ear twitches. “Or perhaps the sun has finally risen, understanding has dawned, and I am finally decent at Triple Triad,” he replies, rolling a card between his fingers. “Play enough and even the worst of us get better eventually.”

She eyes him over her tankard and takes a drink. “Or you cheated.”

“I did not.”

“Keep telling yourself that—”

The Miqo’te chortles and throws down his cards, forearms pressed against the table as he dissolves into a fit of laughter. Hilda coughs and lowers her tankard. Spotting Aureia from across the room, she balances it on her knee and raises a hand in greeting.

“I was just beginning to think I wouldn’t see you tonight,” she says casually, adjusting her feet as Aureia draws close. She gestures to her companion. “Avi’li, Aureia—Aureia, Avi’li. Don’t trust him, he cheats at Triple Triad.”

Avi’li’s mouth drops open. “I don’t cheat—” 

“Mhm. You’ll have to be more convincing than that.”

Avi’li flashes her a grin as she pulls up a chair. “Always good to meet a friend of Hilda’s,” he says, eyes flicking curiously from her to Hilda and back again. They narrow with that distinct inquisitiveness that comes over anyone who spots the two women together. “Pardon the intrusion, but you two aren’t—”

“No,” Aureia and Hilda say together.

It’s become a habit—if six separate incidents so far can be called a habit. From their similar colouring, heritage, and builds, it is easy for the indiscriminate eye to assume they are sisters. After all, how many ruby-eyed, black-haired women of mixed Hyur and Elezen parentage find their way to Ishgard? The truth of the matter is that their origins couldn’t be more different. But despite it, they are connected—if not by mutual experience, then by respect and solidarity. Hilda has been one of the few in Ishgard unafraid of her reputation and status. Her keen awareness and blunt honesty are a breath of fresh air in a nation who has alternatively seen her as a hero to be worshipped or a threat to be put down.

Aureia is forever grateful for it.

“I see you came prepared,” Hilda continues, eyeing the wine bottle as Aureia places her staff against the wall and throws herself into her chair. “You made a memorable display in the Grand Melee today. Tired of all the lordlings fawning over you, I reckon?”  

“Didn’t stay around for that,” Aureia replies, slouching down.

She regards her with an amused smile. “Abandoning Aymeric to field them for you? Now I feel sorry for the poor sod. I wonder how many propositions of marriage have landed on his desk in the past half-day.”

“None, if I have anything to say about it,” Aureia replies, raising the bottle to her lips. The wine is just as sour the second time as it was the first.

Hilda chuckles and shakes her head, her long, dark ponytail rippling down her back. “Don’t think you have a choice there, Aur,” she says grimly. “If you hadn’t won over the blue bloods yet, you’ve certainly done so today. More eyes are on you now than ever before.”  

She grimaces.

“If you wanted to avoid this mess entirely, you could have… I dunno… thrown the fight with that general bloke. But that would have led to quite an upset. Best not think on it now, eh?”

She grunts noncommittally into her bottle and takes another drink.

Hilda presses her lips together, eyes narrowed, and slowly unfurls. “Give us a moment here, huh, Avi?” she says, removing her feet from the table.

Avi’li glances at Aureia, his tail flicking quietly behind him. “Good to meet you, Aureia,” he says with a graceful bow. “See you around sometime, yeah?” Swiping his tankard from the table, he turns and threads his way through the crowd.

Hilda folds her arms across her chest. “Right,” she says as he disappears. “Now tell me what’s really going on. I ain’t seen you like this since Haurchefant passed.”

“Nothing,” Aureia replies, sipping on her bottle. “What’s wrong with wanting a drink?”

“Because you shouldn’t be drinking on your own after that display today!” Hilda grips her chair by the seat and drags it forward. The legs scrape horrifically as she shuffles it across the floor. “You should be celebrating. With your fellow Scions, the Ul’dahn delegation, or hells… why not Aymeric? You should have seen the look on his face when you disappeared. So, tell me—” She prods a finger into Aureia’s shoulder. “What in the seven hells are you doing down here with a bottle of Gibrillont’s worst wine, looking like the world just ended?”

Aureia lowers her bottle, chewing her lip as she stares absently at the flickering candle. “It’s nothing,” she says. “I’m tired. And someone who I thought was my friend may no longer…”

She trails off, the words catching painfully in her throat. Saying it now is as good as admitting it. She isn’t prepared for that—not yet. As furious as she is with Thancred, she sees too much of herself in him. He is struggling with something he refuses to voice, something she knows all too well. She should have seen it the moment he ran off after the cyclops on his own. It wasn’t that long ago that she was going through the same motions, taking off across Coerthas on her own, battling whatever monsters she could find alone and unprepared.

But Aureia had help when her luck ran out. Estinien tirelessly shadowed her as she stupidly threw herself into fight after fight, pulling her out when she encountered a foe she could not handle alone. Sid watched her back, his initial resentment and mistrust bleeding into hope and faith as they stood their ground against Rielle’s pursuers. Hells, she thought she foolishly thought she was alone when she came to Ishgard, but she was wrong. So impossibly wrong. Alphinaud and Tataru never gave up on her, even when she pushed them away. Even Ysayle—wonderful, relentless Ysayle who had risked so much and sacrificed all—came for her at the eleventh bell.

But Thancred has no one. He was fortunate today, scraping by with only a handful of minor wounds. If Y’shtola’s theory is correct and his aether is disrupted… How long will it be before he puts himself in a situation he cannot overcome?

Bastard, she thinks. Wherever you’re going, don’t you dare get yourself killed for this. I’ll never forgive you if you do. 

Hilda sighs irritably and plucks the bottle from her hand.

Aureia opens her mouth in protest. “Hey—”

Hilda sets it on the table and firmly pushes it out of the way. Twisting around, she grips her by the forearms and pulls her in. “Listen to me, Aur,” she says, staring her in the eye. “That friend of yours? Fuck them. If they’re making you feel this miserable, tell them to bugger off. You’re the bloody Warrior of Light, you don’t have many chances to catch a break. Good days are priceless where you’re concerned. Don’t let anyone ruin that for you.”

Aureia swallows hard. If only it were that easy… “I’m trying,” she says.

Hilda raises an eyebrow.

“I am,” she insists. “Give me my wine back.”

Hilda smirks. Swiping the bottle off the table, she digs her heels into the floor and pushes herself backwards, sending her chair scooting across the floor and out of reach. She leans back, one leg crossed casually over the other, and eyeing Aureia as she raises the bottle to her mouth and takes a long drink. Grimacing, she lowers the bottle and coughs into the back of her hand. “Yeah…” she says hoarsely, holding the bottle out. “That’s, uh… bad. Extremely bad. I’m gonna have to have a word with Gibrillont over how bad that is, aren’t I.”

Aureia snorts with laughter and retrieves the bottle, taking another swig. The tartness has begun to fade—or perhaps it’s turned her tongue numb. Looping a lock of hair behind her ear, she lounges in her chair and casts an eye around the tavern. The cacophony washes over her, the noise and commotion strangely soothing after the icy silence on the bridge.

Hilda retrieves her own drink. “If you want my advice, Aur—”

“Hmm… not particularly, no.”

She chuckles. “Too bad. I’m gonna give it to you anyway.”

Aureia makes a face.

Hilda shifts in her seat, her foot bouncing on her knee. “If I were you, I’d find someone to enjoy myself with,” she says. “Take the edge off, eh? Have a little fun. Don’t say it hasn’t occurred to you. Someone like you, with your standing and fame? You must have more than one suitor calling—”

Aureia flushes. “Not interested in that,” she says firmly.

“No?” She raises an eyebrow. “Not once? Not in all this time you’ve been in Ishgard? Surely someone here has caught your eye—”

“Not interested.”

“Not even that Auri fellow? The one upstairs with the girl following him around like a lost puppy?”

The description twists sharply on her gut. “Rielle isn’t a lost puppy. And Sid and I—”

“Oh ho?” Hilda raises an eyebrow, her smirk barely contained. “Never realized you were on first-name basis with those two. Is there something you ain’t telling me, or am I to figure it out for myself?”

Aureia rolls her eyes. “It’s not what you think.”

“No? He’s a handsome enough bloke, if you ask me—”

“Well, I’m not—”

“The only time I see that scowl wiped off his face is when you’re around.”

“Sidurgu and I are friends, that’s it. Besides, I said I wasn’t interested in all that and I meant it.”

Hilda shuts her mouth and raises her hands, silently indicating that the point has been made and understood.

Aureia sighs, rapping her fingers against the bottle. This is not an easy discussion to have—and certainly not now, certainly not here, certainly not with Hilda.

This isn’t about Sid. It’s not.  

She flushes at the thought and shoves it away, annoyed at her friend for making assumptions. There’s no point belabouring where she and Sid stand, they aren’t anything more than war comrades. Though there have been times when she has wondered differently. A casual touch here, a look there… She flushes remembering the scolding of the century he gave her after she threw herself in front of him and Rielle and took a temple knight’s blade to the gut. Bleeding out in the ass-end of Coerthas, turning bright snow to red sludge, while he cursed and swore and made her promise to never do anything so foolish again.

But even if it were different, would she even want to act on it? There’s a queasiness in her stomach whenever a subject like this is raised, a sense that something isn’t right with her. She envies how damn easy it is for others. It’s not about love—she knows what that feels like, and how intensely it can strike—but intimacy. It has always been a barricade, growing larger and more insurmountable with every passing year, not helped by her utter lack of interest in sex.

Sometimes she wonders if it’s too late for her. Even if her feelings on the matter have shifted in recent years, it’s easier to ignore it entirely than admit this humiliating truth.

“Point taken,” Hilda says finally. “I see why you like to drink now.”

Aureia grimaces, bristling at the tone. She shoves a hand into her seat and pushes herself upright. “I—”

A hand brushes her shoulder.

She reacts on instinct. Ripping free of its grasp, she throws herself out of her chair and falls into a defensive stance, hands raised, fingers curled. A messenger in silver and blue stares at her, mouth agape, fear in his eyes.

“Mistress Malathar?” he stammers. “I meant no offense—”

“Announce yourself properly next time,” she snaps, dropping her stance and folding her arms. “What do you want? Which House do you represent?”

“I… uh…” The messenger flushes and stares at his feet, still shaken. The Elezen must be relatively young. Though he is much taller than her, he is gangly and nervous. Oddly, he reminds her of Emmanellain. “May we speak upstairs? The message I bear is not for… well… certain ears.”

Aureia exchanges looks with Hilda. Despite recent advances, some things never change.

“Us lowborn, you mean?” Hilda offers, a dark look in her eye. “Are you that scared of the Brume, boy? You’re gonna have to work on that if you intend to remain a messenger for the Lord Commander.”

Aureia curses inwardly, taking in the messenger’s colours once again. Of course. Temple Knights… The messenger is from Aymeric. She’s had more to drink than she thought and she’s falling into foolishness.

“Seven hells,” Aureia mutters and ushers the boy forward. “Let’s talk upstairs.”

She guides him through the crowd to the foot of the stairs, then clambers up them two at a time. He follows, his armour clinking in her ears, and breathes an audible sigh of relief when they surface on the upper floor.

Leading him into a far corner, she takes up position with her back to the wall and crosses her arms. “Now, then,” she says brusquely. “What is this about?”

The messenger quickly salutes. “Mistress Malathar, I bear a message from Ser Aymeric.”

“Yes. I gathered that. What is it?”

“I… I don’t know. It is here.”

He proffers a letter, stamped and sealed with the insignia of House Borel.

Aureia takes it from his shaking hand, brow furrowed, and flips it over. Aymeric has written her many times, but always in an official capacity as Lord Commander of the Temple Knights. But now he’s using the insignia of his own house… This isn’t official. This is personal.

Her heart clenches. “Is that all?” she asks.

The messenger nods, bowing, and retreats. Aureia watches him go, rubbing the envelope’s luxurious parchment between her fingers, her mind racing. Though part of her wants nothing more than to race down the stairs and return to Hilda’s company and the comfort of her wine, curiosity has set her aflame.

Why the personal message? What does Aymeric want?

Chewing her lower lip, she tears the envelope open and unfolds the letter.

Aureia,    I am loathe to begin with “congratulations are in order” as I am certain you have heard that phrase far too much today. Nevertheless, it is true. This victory was more than a simple triumph in the heat of friendly combat. We have secured Ishgard’s position within the Alliance and safeguarded the course to her future. I cannot say how grateful I am for your involvement. Nor would I have wanted to be the one opposing you on the field of battle! Livia assures me that General Raubahn holds no grievance over the thrashing you gave him. I am told he was beaming with pride at his defeat and has requested a rematch the next time your travels bring you to Ul’dah.    I must apologize for conveying this within a letter. This conversation is ill-suited to the pen—one-sided even, as it leaves no opportunity for your immediate reply—but circumstances allowed us no time for proper conversation once the melee had concluded. Or perhaps I am merely accustomed to writing to you now, given how far your travels now take you from Ishgard.   You recall my somewhat mortifying request for a drink some nights ago? I would ask again. Perhaps more legitimately, this time, and with more grace and sincerity. I did not intend to put you on the spot with my words the last time, and yet I did. I do not begrudge the silence you gave me in return, I was, to put it quite frankly, a fool.    And so I ask again. Please, my dearest friend. Join me for an evening. It would be a delight to spend the night in your company.  

Aureia exhales slowly, staring blankly at the elegant script. A lump forms in her throat, her heart beating rapidly. Aymeric, as always, is far too kind to her. Too thoughtful, too genuine, too damn polite. She doesn’t know why he thinks so highly of her when she is prickly and disagreeable, no charm, no patience, all sharp edges. But their friendship has been tried and tested through more ordeals than she count this past year. He has been the one consistency through it all.

Once she thought it was Thancred who kept her grounded, but then the bloody banquet fractured the Scions and the man he was then is now gone forever. After her flight to Ishgard, Haurchefant was a shining beacon, as dear to her as the brother she never had—and now he is gone, cut down before her very eyes. Estinien was her source of strength in the dark days that followed, their rivalry softening to friendship over the course of their trials. He, too, is now gone, lost to Nidhogg’s rage.  

But Aymeric has remained a firm, resolute presence in her life.

She remembers that day in his office, when he blurted out his initial invitation. She was so shocked, she couldn’t even garble a reply, staring at him with her eyes wide, like a deer facing a hunter. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks not long after and she excused herself, passing through his door with her back perfectly straight, praying that he did not see the colour on her cheeks.

It was only after that she realized he intended it as a friend. A friend. Somehow, that only made her response all the more humiliating…

At least she knows he was as mortified as she was. She can take solace in the fact that they can be fools in equal measure.

Aureia folds the letter and stuffs it in her pocket. She needs to return to her room, write a reply… Or perhaps it would be faster to go to him herself? Then again, there is wine on her breath and she is still sweat stained from the melee. Better to write him. He doesn’t need to see her like this.

She is halfway to her room in the inn when she remembers her staff is on the lower levels. Cursing inwardly, she wheels around and hurries through the tavern, weaving in and out of the crowd. Clattering down the stairs, she makes beeline for her table—

Her staff is there, but Hilda is gone.

Aureia pauses, frowning in confusion as she retrieves her staff and straps it to her back. The messy collection of plates and tankards remain. Even her bottle of wine is there, now emptied. In the centre of the table, the lamp’s candle flickers from a pool of wax, burning down to the stub. Its light glints off Hilda’s carbine, left unattended against the wall. She must be here, somewhere… It’s not like her to forget her weapon.

Grabbing the carbine, she withdraws from the table and casts an eye around the premises. The floor is emptier than before, many of the patrons having found their way outside one way or another. Aureia rounds the tables, searching, but Hilda is nowhere to be found. And she wasn’t upstairs, either… Either she exited to the Brume or she’s elsewhere in the tavern. The Forgotten Knight is filled with pockets of odd space—knotted hallways leading nowhere, oddly-shaped rooms tucked away in the corners or beneath the stairs. There are plenty of places she could have gone. Patrons find their way to them for one reason or another.

Slipping through a door, Aureia paces down a tight, dark hallway, cradling the heavy carbine against her chest. Her throat is dry, her head is aching—she forgot to drink water and now the side-effects of Gibrillont’s miraculous brew raising their ugly heads. She blinks, ignoring her body’s complaints, and pushes on. She can’t leave now. She needs to find Hilda.

“…so you admit it, then?”

“Admit what?”

Voices echo through an open door. Droll and heady, drunk on too much wine and spirits.

“…and here I thought it would take more than that for you to say you felt some affection for me.”

“Affection? Please. Far too strong a word.”

Auriea’s heart leaps into her throat. She freezes in the shadows of the hall, floorboards creaking underfoot. Hilda and Thancred stand together in the adjoining room, their profiles illuminated by the dusty moonlight filtering through the narrow window. His arms are locked around her, pulling her into him. She tilts her chin, a playful smile on her lips, red eyes dancing wickedly. 

“You wound me, my lady,” he says, his lips brushing her cheek.

She smirks. “Not a lady.”

“To me you are.”

“Oh, please. Is that what you tell all the women in your life or did you truly expect a line like that to work on me?”

He kisses her, fierce and desperate. She melts into it, her fingers scraping the sides of his face, his jaw, pulling him into her. His fingers brush her ear, tentatively cupping the point, and thread through her hair. He releases it from its tail and the dark waves fall free, flowing over her shoulders and shadowing her face like a curtain. She chuckles huskily and shoves him back against the wall. He grunts and seizes her, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around him and allows him to spin them around.

Hilda pulls back from his kiss, face flushed and eyes wild, and scrapes her fingers through his hair. “You sure about this?” she asks huskily, lips pressed against his ear. “Don’t mistake me for her. Because I’m not.”

He freezes, his arms going stiff. “I am here for you. Only you.”

“Good. Just wanted to be clear—”

He kisses her, pinning her to the wall, his mouth on hers, still kissing, always kissing. She presses against him, her hands wandering, reaching, urgent, desperate—

Aureia tears her eyes away, cheeks flushed with the heat of anger and humiliation. She stoops, setting the carbine against the doorframe, and stalks down the hall. She doesn’t care if the floor creaks, if they hear her footsteps, if they know she was there. Chances are they never noticed. Chances are they will never know.

Bitter tears pang in the corners of her eyes. Seven hells, why is she crying? Why does she care so much? They are her friends. She should be happy if they’ve managed to find some solace in each other, gods know they’ve needed it. It’s not like she could give it to them herself, what with the way she is. Even if she wanted to, it’s too much.

Too much.

She kicks the hallway door open and storms through the tavern, scattering the remaining patrons in front of her. Gibrillont catches her eye when she storms up the stairs and quickly retreats. He knows better than to interfere. He know he must leave her be.

Aureia is certain she will become a snivelling mess when she finds privacy. But when she reaches her room, the tears refuse to fall. The best she can do is lay on her bed, staring numbly into the silver of moonlight dancing across her floor, and let her symptoms take her. She will welcome the hangover tomorrow. No matter how bad it is, it is nothing compared to the pain and isolation she feels tonight.

Aymeric’s letter remains folded in her pocket, all but forgotten.

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🎹🧊🧠 for ISEL !!!

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

QUITE A FEW ve’s notably fond of just researching birds and training ver eye for identifying them (which is a bit of a romantic hobby considering birds don’t exist naturally on the train); ve writes some poetry and snapshot bits of prose every now and then though has never really written a ‘complete’ work or anything, it’s a bit too taxing on the mind and it usually ends up frustrating ver; ve plays the piano every now and then and often tries to mess with overlaying twin melodies or shifting time signatures, ve was taught the instrument as a kid since ver parents were very insistent on ver knowing an instrument; by the time the story starts ve’s fully sunken back into ver old passion for painting, which ve’d retreated from for a while in the wake of worsening disability, ve was afraid of disappointing verself… fairly sure that covers all the major ones. OH ve’s also fond of listening to music especially in the form of like. what’s seen as exceptionally old-fashioned vinyls by the 22nd century. most of the records ve owns oscillate between 80s-2000s glam rock and prog metal albums ^_^

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

NAH he’s gone through a couple of changes. this was the very first ‘reference’ i made of ver. general form of the outfit didn’t change much but MAN did the rest of ver do

for comparisons sake this is ver most recent ref. HOWEVER it is missing some minor new details i draw in nowadays, namely his beard carrying some patches of white hairs

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

honestly so much. making this dude up quelled a lot of dysphoria i was having at the time, gave me a lot more confidence about my own bad eye and the way it affects my drawing process, in general helped expel a lot of frustration that seemed obscure wrt being disabled and doing art…. but i think the most distinct thing is and always has been managing ver speaking style in dialogue because it’s very heavily steeped in my own ability to unwittingly sound overly formal and theatrical, alongside my own frequent grammatical and homophone-based mistakes. like isel retains a lot of my linguistic troubles and i specifically note down verbal mistakes i or my friends make to use in dialogue for ver, i usually don’t edit ver dialogue much and sort of revel in it being very instinct-based, if it sounds goofy or overdone i leave it as is…. it’s fun being able to just go full stream of consciousness for a character. :+)

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can we get a list of all the characters you kin, frank? can be from anything! we wont judge. just curious

My response to this is kind of like someone looking at all of my social media posts from a time when I had a serious drug problem except that if they did I would be incredibly surprised because I'm not still into drugs.

So, here goes, without any of the usual editing:

I don't know how to tag people, but here goes

The cast of Homestuck:

I feel like I have "taken on" a lot of aspects of Vriska Serket and Tavros Arquiusprite, who are the two I am most like

I do kind of feel like Dave Strider on some level, particularly in that I kind of think of myself in a way that is a lot like the way Dave talks and acts in Act 5. I know I'm sort of a Dave fan on some level.

I also kind of feel like Aranea Serket -- not so much because I have a lot of similar characteristics to her, but because Aranea is my favorite character, and if you can say that about characters in fiction that you have a lot of character-based resonance with... okay, that's kind of self-serving, but also it's probably true

I also kind of feel like Karkat Vantas, again both because of his character traits and because I resonate more with him than with other trolls. However, I don't really want to be Dave, Vriska, or Karkat -- I'd like to be "more me," as the kids say -- and when I do try to read these characters on their own terms it often ends up feeling like I'm trying to read a foreign language

(I think a lot of this is about how their characters are written, particularly the parts that are kind of mean/jerkish/cruel, but that was not necessarily the case back when I read Homestuck).

I also kind of feel like Tavros, who is the one "real" character here. If I had to come up with a reason, it would probably be something like that I identify more with him, given the way I think of myself (more "human, but still sort of fundamentally just a guy" than most of the other characters here, and the kind of things I tend to have a lot of trouble with in myself, like impulsiveness or impatience, are problems he has). "More him" in some ways means "more like a real person than the others" -- I identify with some of the ways he experiences the world even though I'm not like him.

A few other minor characters, particularly Jade Harley. There are probably others I'm not even aware of, which is interesting.

My non-human side characters, from "Frank" or "Anya":

In terms of the kind of characters I am most like:

I have no idea if I feel like any of them really, except for (somewhat obscure) "Anya," but if that's all that's here that's probably because these are the only characters I really know well enough to identify with that way

Other people in the comic who may be kin with me:

This feels like a really bad way to think about these things, and one reason it seems self-serving to claim that I resonate so much with these characters is that that was something I was trying to do back when I was going through a bad patch and reading Homestuck seemed like a good way to do it

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

New Normal - Hangman x Emery

Part of my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club series.

Follows the events of: Healing (KennyxEmeryxHangman) and Apologies (KennyxEmery)

Summary: A week after reaching out to her long-lost Cowboy, Emery is uncertain if even deserves to have him in her life anymore. Memories of the past swirl in her mind and cause doubts that she deserves his forgiveness, his friendship, and his love.

Word Count: 1,481

Warnings: mentions of scars/injuries healing, fluff? polyship is implied

Tag List: @katries @summertimefun1982 @blxxckheart (If you want to be added, let me know)

*prompts uses. Will be in bold

(divider by)

It was the Wednesday after the Sinister Angel incident. The wounds on her wrists had almost healed completely- only some minor skin discoloration and flakey skin were left from the ordeal. Emery’s voice had also returned, thankfully, but there would be no screaming any time soon. Not that she wanted to anyway.

Kenny had apologized for his words that night, and while she had inevitably forgiven him, it still pained her.

“I want things back to how they used to be…” she thought, walking down a hallway backstage, waiting for the show to start. Emery knew that was asking a lot, though, and didn’t expect it to happen anytime soon.

If at all.

The thought that Hangman and Kenny would never patch things up deeply saddened her. She thought back to all the times they’d hung out together.

Sitting on the couch in a hotel room while on the road, Kenny setting up a game for them to play. Hangman sitting to one side of her, Kenny to the other. Smiles were shared between all of them as they tried to win whatever game he had chosen.

Or when they’d be cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie. If Emery wasn’t sandwiched between the two, her head on one of their shoulders, then she’d be scooped up in the lap of one, her legs laying over the lap of the other. Fingers gently rubbing circles in the skin of her waist and ankles, soft kisses to her cheek. The warmth radiated off of both of them, keeping her at a comfortable temperature.

It just wasn’t the same anymore.

Don’t get her wrong, though, Emery loved Kenny to no end. Playing games with him when they both had free time, cuddling up on the couch together to watch a movie or show, taking early morning walks, and holding hands as they go….

A part of her just didn’t feel… complete… and hadn’t since that fateful day years ago.

November 7th, 2020.

Full Gear.

The memories of that night stirred a forgotten sadness in her gut, and as Emery swallowed the lump in her throat, she tried desperately to keep the tears at bay. A ping from her phone helped her push it aside, focusing on something else.

‘Hey… you at the arena tonight?’

The simple message from Hangman brought a soft smile to her face as Emery tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

For the past week, they had messaged back and forth but not actually spoken. They only time they had uttered words to one another was the previous month, when the BCC had taken him out and Emery had raced to the ring in an effort to save him.

‘I am,’ Emery sent back, pausing on her walk and leaning against one of the walls out of the way of foot traffic. There wasn’t much talent at the arena currently, mostly just stagehands running around, getting everything ready for later that day.

Ping.

‘Where you at?’

Looking up from her phone, Emery glanced around for an identifying mark, her heart pounding in her chest. Why did she feel so worried, nervous even, about coming face to face with Hangman?

‘I’m uh… near where they’ll put medical, I think. Down the hall from there.’

A few minutes ticked by, but she got no further reply. Maybe Hangman had decided not to seek her out? The thought brought conflicting emotions—both relief and sadness—but it all evaporated as she heard the all too familiar footsteps coming down the hall.

Looking up from her spot, Emery saw him making his way toward her. Slow, calculated steps as his face was tense; he seemed uncertain himself about talking with her. As he approached, her brown eyes took in his appearance. Dark blue jeans; white and blue vertical striped, long sleeve button up shirt; brown boots. His hair was loose around his shoulders, hanging around his face and slightly hiding the brown eye patch that covered his left eye.

The reminder of what had transpired last month was a kick to the gut and made her feel even worse about everything that had happened in the past few years. 

Hangman had closed the distance between them before she was aware of it, coming to a stop in front of her. He noticed that her eyes had locked onto the eyepatch he was wearing—and the emotion that crossed her features before her head darted away, her eyes falling to the floor in shame.

“Hey, no, no, darlin’. This ain’t your fault,” Hangman murmured, hesitating a second before he reached out slowly, tucking a finger under her chin and lifting Emery’s head up to meet his gaze.

“Sure feels like it…” she admitted, tears building in the corner of her eyes, threatening to fall.

“Nah, not in a million years, Ree,” he shook his head, cupping her face with his larger hands and gently wiping away the tears, “You… you tried. Out of everyone backstage—you were the only one to try…”

“I should have tried harder--- or done something sooner---”

“What could you have done?” Hangman asked her, his voice still soft, “You’re strong and resilient. I know you are. But against four guys like BCC? Darlin’… I could barely watch what they done to you last week….” Hangman lowered his hands from her face and gently placed them around her forearms near her wrists, his eyes dropping from her face to look at the faded scars.

“I don’t know what I’d do if something ever happened to you…” he admitted after a moment, his heart breaking just at the thought.

“…How do you think I feel? Seeing what they’ve done….” Emery told him, one of her hands escaping his hold and going to his face. Gently, she placed it on his cheek, her brown eyes darting between his blue one and the eye patch.

“Everything that’s going on—it just makes me feel so helpless—like there’s nothing I can do and—”

“Hey now, shhh,” Hangman whispered, wrapping his arms around her and pulling Emery tight against him. Her arms snaked around his broad frame, gripping the back of his shirt like a lifeline. Taking deep breaths to calm herself, Emery’s lungs filled with the soothing, familiar scent of her cowboy. It was hard to describe the smell to others, but to her, it felt like home.

“I know you want to help,” he told her, not releasing his hold on her, “But I need you to promise me that you won’t get involved anymore. Not against the BCC guys.”

“Adam—” Emery began pulling away, an argument on the tip of her tongue.

“No, Emery, please. I am begging you,” Hangman interrupted her, his blue eye full of worry as he looked at her, “I might not have been a part of the group for a while—but I doubt the feeling has changed. If anything ever happened to you, we’d all lose our minds. Matt, Nick—Kenny—I’m sure they’d agree with me.”

“Adam…”

“Please,” he repeated his plea, “You are the most important thing to me. You always have been. I can’t let anything happen to you because of all this going on.”

The silence stretched between them as they stared at one another before Emery swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Everything that’s happened… turning our backs on you…ignoring you…never being there for you… I gave you one hundred and one reasons to walk away… yet you never did…. Why?”

Hangman took a deep breath, his adams apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed, “Because I love you. It’s really that simple.”

“How can you love me after everything—” Emery asked him, taking a step away from him, their hands falling from one another.

“Because…” Hangman gave a soft chuckle, a small smile on his lips, “You always managed to make me feel like I was worth it, even when I didn’t think it.”

“That’s because you were—you are,” she told him, a smile making its way onto her face as her hands slowly reached towards his own. Emery softly pulled his one hand towards her a bit, her fingers gliding over the skin on the back of his hand as her cheeks flushed a soft pink, “You’ll always be worth it, in my eyes.”

No sooner had she finished her words did her hand lock around his, trapping his fingers with her own. Her free hand continued to slide over his hand, making unique patterns in the skin.

“Darlin’…” Hangman chuckled, tightening his grip slightly, “…If you wanted to hold my hand, you could’ve just said.”

While life might not go back to normal the way she desired, maybe there was a chance that she could still feel complete—at least partially, and for now? That was more than okay with her.

[woosterroofing]

How to Find Common Problems with Shingles Before Repairing the Shingle Roof

The roof of your home is attuned to the dangerous forces, and shingles are contributing to safeguarding the home. The degradation in time acts upon these shingles with such forces as weathering, age, and improper installation. Early identification of shingle problems can save you from spending a lot on repairs and can save unnecessary mood burn. Hence, it is very important to identify signs that predict a repair before calling a professional for Shingles Roof Repair. This is a guide for you for arranging the problems before letting them go too far.

Loose and Missing Shingles

If you're wondering what qualification could possibly apply to get a roof repair done, the big parameter would be either torn or missing shingles. Missing shingles or several damaged shingles could be due to high winds, destruction from hail storms, or old age from sheer material degradation. The exposed underlayer weathered due to missing shingles on your roofing, exposing the interior of your house to leakage. Just in case that happens, it's best to replace them before they go on to take corners and ridges.

What to Look for:

1) Actual shingles that moved 2) Openings where shingles are installed 3) Signs of cutting or twisting on shingle corners

Cracked or Broken Shingles

Shingles that have seen heavy weather and old age give way to damage over a long period. Split shingles are more prone to leaking because they allow water direct entry, only guaranteeing more damage. Therefore, at this time, cracks are seen; now is the time to act before most of the damage has occurred.

What to Look for:

1) Tiny cracks traversing the concrete shingle 2) Damaged shingles spread out in your yard 3) Shingles that are bending up at the edges or are getting hard

Granule Loss

Granules on shingles serve many purposes. They protect shingles from sunlight; they provide weight that keeps the surface from lifting in wind; one other purpose is for durability of the roof. With time, the very granules can wear off, especially in older roofs. An excessively conspicuous buildup of granules connotes that some repair may need to be undertaken.

What to look for:

1) Many granules in gutters 2) Staining or bald patches on the shingle 3) Shingles that are looking somewhat stripped or more translucent

Conclusion: Time for Taking Some Action on Shingles Roof Repair It is important to thoroughly check out your roof with regard to all the common disturbances noted above before taking up Shingle Roofing Repair.

The involvement of regular maintenance and prompt repairs is important as they will increase the lifespan of your roof and protect your home from water invasion. And as such, it would be wise enough to consult a qualified contractor to discuss the needed shingle roofing repair once any symptom presents itself. This is to enable him to assess the condition of the roof and advise on the most cost-effective method of fixing the concern.

If you catch minor shingle troubles early, it will prevent some big and costly repairs later. Whatever your needs—one or two shingle replacements or a larger roof repair—keeping your roof in the best condition will prove to be valuable in terms of the long-term existence and safety of your home.

[accessindustrial100]

How do you maintain an FRP platform?

Introduction

FRP platforms are integral to many industries, offering solutions for flooring, walkways, and structures in harsh environments. Despite their robust construction, neglecting maintenance can lead to degradation over time. In this article, we’ll outline the key steps to maintaining FRP platforms effectively, ensuring their longevity and optimal performance.

Why Maintenance Matters

Regular maintenance of FRP platforms ensures:

Safety: Prevents slips, falls, and structural failures.

Durability: Prolongs the life of the platform.

Cost-Efficiency: Reduces repair and replacement costs.

Compliance: Adheres to safety regulations and standards.

Steps for Maintaining FRP Platforms

1. Regular Inspections

Conduct routine inspections to identify wear, damage, or contaminants. Focus on:

Surface Integrity: Look for cracks, chips, or fraying.

Structural Components: Check connections, fasteners, and supports.

Environmental Impact: Assess for signs of chemical or UV damage.

Tip: Use a checklist for systematic inspections.

2. Cleaning

Regular cleaning prevents the buildup of dirt, grease, and chemicals. Use:

Mild Detergents: Non-abrasive cleaners protect the surface finish.

Soft Brushes: Avoid steel brushes to prevent scratching.

Pressure Washing: Use moderate pressure to remove stubborn debris without causing damage.

Frequency: Monthly cleaning is ideal in most settings, with more frequent cleaning in high-traffic or contaminated areas.

3. Preventive Measures

Anti-Slip Coatings: Apply or reapply coatings to maintain slip resistance.

Protective Barriers: Use guards or railings in high-risk areas.

Load Limits: Avoid exceeding the platform's maximum load capacity.

4. Repairing Damage

Promptly address any damage to prevent it from worsening. Repair strategies include:

Patching: Use FRP patch kits for small cracks or holes.

Resin Coating: Apply resin to seal exposed areas and protect against moisture.

Replacement: Replace severely damaged sections to maintain structural integrity.

5. Environmental Protection

Exposure to UV rays and harsh chemicals can degrade FRP platforms over time. Protect them by:

UV Coatings: Apply UV-resistant coatings to prevent fading and weakening.

Chemical Barriers: Use protective layers in environments with high chemical exposure.

6. Documentation

Maintain a record of inspections, cleaning schedules, and repairs. This helps in:

Tracking performance and maintenance history.

Scheduling timely preventive actions.

Ensuring compliance with safety audits.

Common Challenges and Solutions

ChallengeSolutionSlippery surfacesApply anti-slip coatings or use non-slip mats.Chemical corrosionIntroduce chemical-resistant coatings or covers.Cracking or chippingUse patch kits for immediate repairs.UV damageApply UV-resistant coatings periodically.Dirt and debris buildupSchedule regular cleaning using mild detergents.

Conclusion

Maintaining an FRP platform is essential for ensuring safety, efficiency, and long-term usability. By following the outlined steps—regular inspections, cleaning, preventive measures, and timely repairs—you can enhance the durability of your FRP platform and reduce costs in the long run. Incorporating these practices into your maintenance routine will not only meet safety standards but also optimize performance.

FAQs

1. How often should FRP platforms be inspected?

Inspections should be conducted quarterly, or monthly in high-use areas.

2. What’s the best way to clean an FRP platform?

Use a mild detergent with a soft brush or low-pressure washer to avoid damaging the surface.

3. Can I repair an FRP platform myself?

Minor cracks and holes can be repaired using FRP patch kits. For major damage, consult a professional.

4. How do I prevent UV damage?

Apply UV-resistant coatings and consider shading the platform in outdoor settings.

5. Are FRP platforms resistant to all chemicals?

While FRP is highly resistant to most chemicals, some harsh substances can cause degradation. Use chemical-resistant coatings in such environments.

6. What’s the typical lifespan of an FRP platform?

With proper maintenance, FRP platforms can last 20-25 years or more.

[inflexhydraulics1]

Keeping Your Hoses in Top Shape: A Guide to Hydraulic, SS, Fuel, Pressure Wash, and Metal Hose Repairs

Whether you’re dealing with hydraulic hoses, stainless steel (SS) hoses, fuel hoses, pressure wash hoses, or metal hoses, understanding how to repair and maintain these essentials is key to keeping operations running smoothly. Hoses are integral components in industrial, automotive, and agricultural settings, and any issues with them can disrupt workflows and even cause safety risks. In this blog, we’ll dive into the basics of hose repair, tips for different types of hoses, and why proactive maintenance can save you time, money, and a lot of hassle.

Understanding Hose Types and Their Repair Needs

There’s a wide range of hoses used in various applications, each with unique material properties, pressure ratings, and usage limitations. Understanding each hose type and its common repair needs can help extend its lifespan and improve safety.

1. Hydraulic Hose Repair

Hydraulic hoses are crucial for heavy machinery, automotive applications, and manufacturing processes. These hoses carry pressurized fluids, allowing hydraulic systems to function efficiently. Given their high-pressure environment, hydraulic hose repair needs to be done correctly to ensure safety.

Common Issues:

Abrasion and Cuts: Hydraulic hoses are often exposed to abrasive environments, leading to surface damage.

Leaks and Punctures: High-pressure systems can cause leaks, often requiring quick repairs.

Fitting Issues: Hoses can detach from fittings if not properly installed or maintained.

Repair Tips:

Inspection and Identification: Regularly inspect for wear or tear. Mark the areas needing repair and identify the hose type to source the correct replacement parts.

Re-cutting and Fitting Replacement: In some cases, simply cutting off the damaged portion and attaching a new fitting can solve minor issues.

Patch Kits and Wrapping: For temporary repairs, patch kits or hose wrapping can minimize leaks until a more permanent solution is implemented.

2. SS Hose Repair

Stainless steel (SS) hoses are known for their durability and resistance to corrosion. Commonly used in chemical industries, food processing, and other applications where corrosion resistance is critical, SS hoses require a slightly different approach to repair.

Common Issues:

Kinking and Crushing: Stainless steel hoses can be prone to kinks or even dents due to external pressure.

Leaks: Corrosion-resistant, SS hoses generally don’t experience internal rust, but external damage can still lead to leaks.

Fractures in Braiding: SS hoses often have braided steel exteriors that can fray or break.

Repair Tips:

Re-braiding or Sleeve Replacement: If the braiding is damaged, it might be possible to re-braid or install a protective sleeve over the hose.

Coupler Replacement: For issues around fittings, replacing the coupler can help stop leaks and improve the hose’s lifespan.

Avoid Bending: Whenever possible, avoid bending SS hoses beyond their intended range to prevent kinking.

3. Fuel Hose Repair

Fuel hoses are designed to carry fuel or oil-based products, and leaks or cracks can be hazardous due to the flammable nature of these fluids. Fuel hose repairs should be done carefully and with the right tools to avoid risks.

Common Issues:

Cracking and Hardening: Exposure to fuels can harden rubber fuel hoses over time, leading to cracks.

Swelling: Incompatible fuels can cause hoses to swell and eventually fail.

Corrosion at Connectors: Metal connectors used with fuel hoses are susceptible to corrosion.

Repair Tips:

Replace Worn Sections: Often, the easiest way to repair a fuel hose is to replace the damaged section.

Check Compatibility: Always check if the fuel being transported is compatible with the hose material to avoid swelling or degradation.

Secure Fittings: Ensure that fittings are tightly secured, as loose connections can lead to dangerous leaks.

4. Pressure Wash Hose Repair

Pressure wash hoses are built to withstand high-pressure water flow, making them vital for cleaning and maintenance jobs. Damage to these hoses can quickly reduce water pressure, affecting cleaning efficiency.

Common Issues:

Abrasion from Rough Surfaces: Frequent movement across rough surfaces can cause external abrasion.

Bursting from Pressure Surges: Sudden pressure surges can cause weak points to burst.

Connector Issues: Over time, connectors may wear out or become loose.

Repair Tips:

Use a Hose Patch Kit: For smaller holes or cracks, a hose patch kit can work wonders as a quick fix.

Avoid Tangles and Kinks: Prevent tangling and avoid twisting the hose as it can create weak spots.

Replace Damaged Ends: If the connectors are the issue, replacing just the ends instead of the entire hose can save costs.

5. Metal Hose Repair

Metal hoses are highly resistant to temperature changes and harsh chemicals, making them useful in various industries. These hoses are often used in extreme conditions, requiring specialized repair when damage occurs.

Common Issues:

Corrosion: Over time, certain chemicals and environmental factors can corrode metal hoses.

Flex Fatigue: Frequent bending can cause metal hoses to develop fatigue, leading to cracks or fractures.

Loose Fittings: The attachment points can wear down, causing leaks.

Repair Tips:

Repair Sleeves: Specialized repair sleeves can be used to fix cracks or small leaks.

Inspect for Corrosion: Regularly check for signs of rust or corrosion, particularly around fittings.

Replace Damaged Sections: If only part of the hose is damaged, cutting and replacing the specific section can be effective.

Key Maintenance Tips for Hoses

A good maintenance routine can prevent a lot of common hose issues. Here are some general tips that apply to all types of hoses, including hydraulic, SS, fuel, pressure wash, and metal hoses:

Regular Inspection: Frequent checks can help catch wear and tear before it leads to failure.

Proper Storage: Store hoses properly to avoid bending, kinking, or exposure to extreme temperatures.

Pressure Testing: Regular pressure testing helps detect weak points in high-pressure hoses like hydraulic and pressure wash hoses.

Replacing Fittings and Couplings: Hoses often fail at the fittings, so replacing worn connectors can prolong the hose’s lifespan.

When to Call a Professional

While minor repairs can often be handled in-house, some hose repairs require professional attention. If you’re dealing with high-pressure hoses, fuel hoses, or metal hoses with significant damage, it’s best to consult an expert. They can help identify the root cause of the issue and provide reliable, safe solutions.

Conclusion

Whether you’re working with hydraulic hoses, SS hoses, fuel hoses, pressure wash hoses, or metal hoses, knowing how to perform effective repairs and maintenance can save you from unexpected downtime and costly replacements. Each type of hose has specific repair needs, and following the appropriate tips for each can greatly extend their life.

Regular inspections, proper storage, and timely repairs will ensure that your hoses perform their best when you need them the most. With these maintenance and repair tips, you’re now equipped to handle common hose issues with confidence, keeping your machinery and operations running smoothly. Remember, a little preventive care goes a long way in avoiding bigger, costlier issues down the line.

[deckbuilderboulder]

Why Deck Repair in Boulder, CO is Essential for Long-Lasting Outdoor Spaces

Your deck is an important part of your home, offering a place to enjoy the outdoors, entertain guests, and relax with family. But just like any part of your home, your deck needs care and attention to keep it in good condition. Living in Boulder, CO, with its mix of intense sunshine, rain, and snowfall, means that your deck is exposed to harsher conditions than in many other areas. This is why regular deck repair in Boulder is essential if you want your outdoor space to last for years.

The Impact of Boulder’s Climate on Your Deck

Boulder’s climate can be tough on decks. From the freezing temperatures of winter to the blazing summer sun, your deck has to withstand a lot. Over time, this constant exposure to the elements can cause the materials to weaken, warp, or even rot. Snow and rain can seep into the wood, leading to moisture damage, while the intense sun can cause cracks and splinters in the surface.

In a place like Boulder, where the weather can change rapidly, your deck needs regular inspections and timely repairs to stay in top shape. Without proper care, even a small issue can turn into a bigger problem, making your deck unsafe or unattractive.

Benefits of Regular Deck Repair for Boulder Homeowners

Keeping up with deck repairs isn’t just about maintaining appearances – it’s about safety, too. A damaged deck can be hazardous, especially if the boards are loose or the railings wobble.  Regular repairs ensure that your deck remains safe for your family and guests, allowing you to enjoy your outdoor space without worry.

By addressing minor problems early, you can prevent more serious damage that could require a complete deck replacement. For example, repairing a small patch of rotting wood now can save you from dealing with a much larger structural issue later. Regular deck repair in Boulder also extends the life of your deck, ensuring that it remains functional and beautiful for many years to come.

Common Deck Problems in Boulder and How Repairs Address Them

Several common issues can affect decks in Boulder due to the climate. Here’s a look at some of the most frequent problems and how deck repairs can solve them:

1. Rotting Wood and Moisture Damage

Moisture is one of the biggest threats to your deck, especially in Boulder where rain and snow are common. If your deck’s wood absorbs too much water, it can start to rot. Rotting wood not only looks bad but also weakens the deck’s structure, making it unsafe. Professional deck repair in Boulder can replace damaged boards and ensure that your deck is properly sealed to resist moisture in the future.

2. Cracks, Splinters, and Warped Boards

Boulder’s fluctuating temperatures can cause your deck’s wood to expand and contract, leading to cracks and splinters. Warped boards are another common problem, especially after a hot summer or a cold winter. If left unchecked, these issues can make your deck uncomfortable to walk on and may cause injuries. A local deck builder in Boulder can assess the condition of your deck and fix any cracks or warping before they worsen.

3. Wobbly Railings and Rusty Fasteners

Your deck’s railings are vital for safety, particularly if your deck is elevated. If you notice that the railings are loose or wobbly, it’s time for repairs. Rusty screws, nails, or bolts are also a concern, as they can weaken the overall structure of your deck. A professional repair service will tighten or replace these fasteners, ensuring that your deck remains sturdy and secure.

Why Work with a Professional Deck Builder in Boulder for Repairs

While you might be tempted to tackle small repairs yourself, hiring a professional deck builder in Boulder is the best way to ensure that your deck is repaired properly. A professional knows exactly what to look for and understands the unique challenges that Boulder’s climate presents. They can identify underlying issues that you might miss and offer long-lasting solutions.

Working with a local expert means that your repairs will meet Boulder’s building codes, keeping your home safe and compliant with local regulations. Whether you need to fix a few damaged boards or require more extensive repairs, a trusted deck builder in Boulder can provide the high-quality work needed to keep your deck in excellent condition.

Conclusion

Your deck is a valuable part of your home, and regular maintenance is key to keeping it safe, functional, and enjoyable. In Boulder, where the climate can be especially hard on outdoor structures, timely deck repair is even more important. By addressing issues like rot, cracks, and loose railings early, you can extend the life of your deck and avoid more costly repairs in the future.

[rvroofrepair]

RV Roof Repair: A Comprehensive Guide

Your RV is an investment that allows you to explore the open road and enjoy life on your terms. However, like any vehicle, it requires regular care, especially when it comes to the roof. RV roofs endure all types of weather conditions, from intense sun exposure to heavy rain, which can eventually cause damage. Proper RV roof maintenance is key to keeping your roof in good condition and preventing major issues like RV Roof Leaks. This guide will walk you through everything you need to know about camper roof repair, including common problems, maintenance tips.

Common RV Roof Problems

RV roofs are built to last, but over time, issues can develop. Some common problems you might encounter include:

Cracks and Tears: Due to constant exposure to the sun, rain, and wind, RV roofs can crack or tear. This can allow water to seep into the interior, causing leaks and other damage.

Water Leaks: One of the most common issues RV owners face is RV Roof Leaks. Leaks can lead to water damage, mold, and mildew inside your RV if not addressed promptly.

Damaged Seals and Joints: Over time, the seals and joints around roof vents, air conditioners, and other roof features can deteriorate, causing leaks.

Roof Sagging: A sagging roof may indicate underlying damage, such as water pooling or a weakened roof structure.

Why Regular RV Roof Maintenance is Important

Regular RV roof maintenance is essential to keep your roof in good condition and avoid costly repairs. Maintaining your roof involves:

Cleaning: Clean your roof regularly to remove debris like leaves and dirt, which can trap moisture and lead to damage.

Inspecting: Conduct regular inspections to check for signs of wear and tear, such as cracks, tears, or leaks. Pay close attention to the seals around vents and other roof openings.

Sealing: Apply a protective sealant to your roof every few years to keep it waterproof. This will help prevent leaks and extend the life of your roof.

Ignoring routine maintenance can result in serious problems that require expensive repairs or even roof replacement. Simple steps like cleaning and applying sealant can go a long way in preventing RV Roof Leaks and other issues.

How to Repair an RV Roof

If you discover damage to your RV roof, it's important to address it promptly. Here's how you can handle basic camper roof repair:

Inspect the Damage

The first step in repairing your RV roof is identifying the problem. Thoroughly inspect the roof, looking for cracks, tears, and signs of water damage.

Clean the Area

Before making any repairs, clean the damaged area. Remove any dirt, debris, or old sealant to ensure the new repair materials will adhere properly.

Apply Roof Repair Materials

For minor cracks or tears, you can use a roof patch or sealant designed for RVs. Products like RV Roof Magic provide excellent protection and repair capabilities. These products are easy to apply and offer long-lasting results.

Seal the Edges

Once the patch is in place, seal the edges to ensure water doesn't seep in around the repaired area. This step is crucial for preventing future RV Roof Leaks.

Let It Dry

Allow the repair materials to dry completely before exposing the roof to the elements. Check the manufacturer's instructions for drying times.

Test for Leaks

After the repair is complete, test for leaks by spraying water on the roof and checking for any signs of moisture inside the RV. This will ensure the repair was successful.

Preventing Future Roof Damage

To avoid frequent camper roof repair, take these preventive measures:

Park in the Shade: Prolonged exposure to the sun can degrade your RV roof over time. Whenever possible, park in shaded areas to protect your roof from UV damage.

Cover Your RV: If you're not using your RV for extended periods, consider using a cover. This will shield your roof from the elements and help extend its lifespan.

Avoid Standing Water: Water pooling on your roof can lead to leaks. Ensure your RV is parked on level ground or slightly tilted so water can drain properly.

Check the Seals Regularly: Seals around vents, skylights, and other roof openings can deteriorate over time. Regularly inspect and reseal these areas as needed to prevent leaks.

Conclusion

Taking care of your RV roof is crucial for preventing RV Roof Leaks and extending the life of your vehicle. Regular RV roof maintenance, such as cleaning, sealing, and inspecting for damage, can save you from the headache of major repairs down the road. When repairs are needed, many can be done yourself with the right tools and products like RV Roof Magic.

By staying proactive with your roof care, you’ll be able to enjoy your RV for many years to come without the worry of unexpected roof issues.

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Common Myths About Hiring an Emergency Electrician

It’s late at night, and suddenly, the lights flicker, followed by an eerie silence as the power cuts out. With no warning, you're left in the dark, unsure if it’s a simple power outage or something more serious. Electrical emergencies tend to happen at the most inconvenient times, and many hesitate, uncertain if calling an emergency electrician in Melbourne is necessary. There’s a lot of misinformation out there, and these common myths can lead to delayed action and more significant problems.

Let’s clear the air and debunk these myths about hiring an emergency electrician so you know exactly when and why to make the call.

Myth 1: "Emergency Electricians Are Only for True Emergencies"

Emergency electrician Melbourne services are essential for addressing sudden issues like power outages and dangerous faults and preventing minor problems from escalating into major ones. A quick call to your emergency electrician can prevent those minor issues from becoming major problems.

Myth 2: Hiring an Emergency Electrician Is Way Too Expensive

Emergency electrician services, even if expensive, are crucial for safety and peace of mind. They prevent costly repairs and potential hazards like electrical fires, making them a small investment.

Myth 3: All Emergency Electricians Are the Same

Imagine walking into a bakery and expecting every cake to taste the same. Just like with bakers, not all emergency electrician Melbourne services are created equal. Some might specialise in residential work, while others are commercial or industrial electrical systems experts. When choosing an emergency electrician, ensure they have the expertise that aligns with your specific needs. Check their credentials, read reviews, and don’t be afraid to ask about their experience. 

Myth 4: You Can Fix Electrical Problems Yourself

While handling minor household repairs like fixing a leaky tap or patching drywall may be within your abilities, electrical work is different. Working with electricity is inherently dangerous, and attempting to resolve electrical issues without the proper expertise and equipment can pose serious risks. Even if you manage a temporary fix, underlying problems could remain undetected. It's always best to leave electrical repairs to professionals. A licensed electrician in Melbourne will ensure the job is done safely and identify any hidden issues that could lead to future hazards.

Myth 5: Emergency Electricians Only Work on Power Outages

While power outages are a significant reason to call an emergency electrician in Melbourne, their expertise extends beyond restoring power. Emergency electricians are skilled in diagnosing and fixing various electrical issues, from faulty wiring to malfunctioning circuit breakers. If you’re facing any electrical issue that could lead to a hazardous situation, it’s worth calling in an expert. They can address problems efficiently and ensure everything is up to code so you can return to your day-to-day life without any sparks flying.

Myth 6: You Can Wait Until Morning to Call an Emergency Electrician

Picture this: it’s the dead of night, and your electricity goes haywire. You might think you can wait until morning to call an emergency electrician. However, waiting could mean risking further damage or safety hazards. Electrical issues can escalate quickly, and the best way to protect your home and family is to address them promptly. An emergency electrician is available around the clock for a reason—they’re there to help you when you need it most, no matter the time.

Conclusion

Next time you face an electrical hiccup, remember these truths about hiring an emergency electrician in Melbourne. Don’t let myths keep you in the dark—literally. Whether it’s a minor inconvenience or a major electrical breakdown, getting professional help ensures safety and peace of mind. So, keep your contacts handy and don’t hesitate to call in the experts when you need them. Your home—and your safety—will thank you for it!

Source: Common Myths About Hiring an Emergency Electrician

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Don’t Let Water Put a Damper on Your Epsom Home: A Homeowner’s Guide to Tackling Water Damage

Living in Epsom certainly means that the odd rainy day is par for the course, but occasionally, some of this moisture finds a way in.

Water may cause chaos when getting into your walls, but how do you overcome water damage to your drywall and plaster?

Fear not, fellow homeowners! This guide equips you with the knowledge and steps on how to tackle water damage effectively and get your Epsom home back to its sprightly self.

Step 1: Be a leak detective!

First things first, stop the culprit! Identify the source of the water intrusion. Common suspects in Epsom include:

Leaky Roofs: After any storm, look for loose shingles or ripped flashings.

Burst Pipes: Be listening for any unusual hissing sounds or signs of dampness near pipes.

Condensation build up: The damp climate of Epsom can contribute to condensation. Proper ventilation is key!

Step 2: Assess the damage

Once you’ve stopped the leak, it’s time to assess the battlefield. Look for the signs of damage which are caused due to water.

Discoloration: This can be around water stains or as brown patches on your walls.

Soft Spots: Drywall or plaster would suggest that moisture has entered the area if it is spongy to pressure.

Crumbling Plaster: Many homes, a number of decades old, have plaster walls, and in this case, damage from the water can cause them to crumble or flake.

Mould: This loves dampness, so be extra vigilant for any musty smells or visible mould spores. Keep in mind that Epsom’s damp climate can speed up damage, so strong scrutiny of the potential mould growth in your home will be critically needed.

Step 3: Dry it out completely.

Before any repairs can begin, we need to completely eliminate the moisture. This may entail combining:

Fans: Circulate air to promote drying, particularly when working in enclosed spaces.

Dehumidifiers: devices that remove excessive moisture from the air, thereby ceasing further damage and the growth of mould.

Specialised Drying Equipment: In cases of extensive water damage, specialised drying equipment from a professional could be required.

Step 4: Clean up Time!

Now that everything is dried, it’s clean-up time! A light detergent solution should clean up a lot of the dirt and debris left behind from the water damage.

Mould Growth: If you see mould, DON’T PANIC. Here’s how to safely do it:

Mix a solution of one cup bleach with one gallon of water.

Protect yourself when scrubbing over mould with bleach.

Sanitise: Apply the bleach solution to the affected area; let it stay on for some moments before washing well and scrubbing.

Step 5: Patch up the walls

Now, let us get our walls looking new!

Minor Damage:

Patch kits are your best friend for small holes and cracks. Follow the instructions, and your walls will be back in no time!

Larger Damage:

If the holes are recurrently large, most of the time it is necessary to cut out the bad section and replace it with a new piece of drywall. Attach it with screws and cover with joint compound; paint over it for smooth finishing.

For extensive water damage or repairs beyond your DIY comfort zone, consider calling a professional plaster and drywall contractor in Epsom.

Step 6: Avoid Future Fiascos

following are some things you can do to save your Epsom home from future water damage catastrophes:

Regular Checks: Allow for regular checks on your roofing, pipes, and other weak points in the structure following a storm or seasonal change.

Ventilation is key! : Enhance the ventilation of your home. This will prevent moisture build up and stop condensation from forming.

Waterproofing Efforts: Consider waterproofing your basement or exterior walls for added protection from Epsom’s wet weather.

When to enlist the experts

Extensive water damage: When the water damage is widespread or affects a significant portion of your wall, attempting DIY repairs might be overwhelming and lead to further complications.

For extensive water damage, consider calling a qualified plaster and drywall contractor in Epsom. They have the experience and equipment to handle large-scale repairs efficiently and ensure a proper restoration of your walls.

Electrical hazards: If the water has spread to electrical devices or sockets, please do not attempt to repair them yourself! This would lead to electrical danger that will most certainly be fatal.

Immediately shut off the power supply to the concerned area and seek electrical assistance before any water damage repairs are taken up.

Mould remediation (especially if the affected area is large): Mould growth can be a health hazard, especially if it covers a large area. While you can attempt cleaning small mould patches yourself, extensive mould remediation requires professional intervention.

Qualified plaster and drywall contractors in Epsom can help ensure the safe and complete removal of mould spores to prevent future outbreaks.

Conclusion

Remember, with a little know-how and the right approach, you can conquer water damage and keep your Epsom home healthy and beautiful. If you’re ever unsure about the extent of the damage or the best course of action, don’t hesitate to consult a professional. Local plaster and drywall contractors in Epsom are readily available to assess the situation, recommend solutions, and restore your home to its pre-water damage glory.

Important FAQs About Water Damage in Epsom Homes

Q1: What if I cannot find where it is leaking from?

In such a case, when you are literally stumped on where the leak is originating from, it is best to call in a qualified plumber or water damage restoration specialist. They will have the needed expertise and equipment to search out hidden leaks efficiently.

Q2: Can I clean mould myself?

For small mould patches (less than 3 square feet), you can try cleaning them yourself by using a bleach solution. Be aware that extensive mould growth or infestation is a health hazard, so professional remediation is needed to fully eradicate it and to take necessary measures against potential outbreaks of further mould occurrences.

Q3. How long does it take to dry the water damage?

Drying time will depend upon the extent of damage and air circulation. Small drips may dry in a matter of a few days if ventilation is proper and good fan work is provided. Larger areas could require dehumidifiers or special drying machinery for a week or even longer.

Q4: Will my insurance cover water damage?

In general, most homeowners’ policies can cover water damage, although there is some variation in that depending on the cause. For less general advice, you are best looking at your policy document or contacting your insurance provider.

With the above tips and quick fixes for water damage, you will keep your Epsom home safe from water’s wrath and comfortable and healthy for years to come. By following these steps and seeking professional help from qualified plaster and drywall contractors in Epsom when necessary, you can ensure your Epsom home stays beautiful and water damage-free.