#handbombed

[love-fireflysong]

I pulled a muscle in my neck and now everything I do hurts and if someone could please come over here and end me I would really appreciate lol.

[inhcritance]

@localwebslingers liked for a Kraven-related starter! (MCU-verse, MCU Peter)

Once, before donning the mask of the Goblin, Harry had believed himself honorable. He'd thought he liked to play fair, to succeed on his own hard work the very few times he had a chance to actually work for what he wanted.

Then he'd found out that supervillainy required a ruthlessness he actually had, and a penchant for taking advantage of opportunities whenever they presented themselves. Spider-Man investigating something on a rooftop was one such chance, and while he didn't entirely expect the vigilante to be surprised -he never was, it seemed to be part of his powers- he hoped that by attacking so close to something he wanted to look at, he'd force him to play it safe.

He hadn't expected to hear the whirring of machinery approaching, as what might be half a dozen bird drones dispelled their cloaking tech, and someone started shooting.

"I thought you worked alone now, Spidey." The Goblin hissed, both in surprise and in an annoyance, because this had certainly been a trap and now he felt like a fool.

Even if he was not the only one being shot at, he thought, a handbomb already on his hands, and a circling bird as his first target.

[caffeinatedmunchkin]

A Show of Hands

Rating: T (mild descriptions of injuries) mostly humorous Characters/Pairings: Astarion/Tav(Sabine) Genre: Humor, Romance Word Count: 2.6k Summary: A pretty fluffy and extremely self-indulgent oneshot inspired by the post-orthon fight dialogue. My take on the party's thoughts in regards to their showdown with Yurgir, and what it means to Astarion. Tavstarion dabbled in for good measure. Act 2.

This fight kicked our asses to the moon and back, but all told I think everyone felt pretty good about it!! This quest was literally only beneficial to Astarion and his personal arc, and yet everyone seemed so willing, not one qualm over the deviation from the grand scheme from the bunch. I took it as their collective, resounding; "we're Astarion's ride or die" and this fight proved it man

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Sabine spotted Karlach upended over a mound of broken masonry, the sight spiking her heart rate with such ferocity it drowned out Shadowheart completely. She scrambled the rest of the way up the terrace, and vaulted over rubble with fatigued gracelessness. Rebuffing their otherwise revered cleric, while she yelled about strenuous activity, and the obstinate sorceress's less than favorable condition. Her demands failing to be heeded, the elder half-elf and the others trailed after her as best as their collective lethargy would allow.

"Karlach-," Sabine skid to a halt and dropped to her knees, frantic in her attempts to rouse her. The response was a groggy moan, more befitting to being woken too early in the morning, than it was of agony. All the air rushed from Sabine's lungs in powerful relief. She recalled the fear that pierced through her like a shard of ice, the chill lumping in her throat with fast spreading numbness with every swallow against it, upon seeing her strewn backward in mangled armor. She then doubled down with firmer insistence. "Karlach!"

Karlach stirred, begrudging the consciousness that punished even her slightest movements with a rippling snarl. Every part of her body ached. Tenderness blossoming at the points of impact where her breastplate had dented in, as if to bite her. The gnarled metal clamped down against her resistance like the jaws of a beast. She labored to right herself against the pressure, her breaths choppy and rasping.

"That's the very last time I try to juggle an orthonic handbomb, I'll tell you what." Slurred with drowsiness, she grimaced around a cough, acidic with her blood. Though it fast morphed to a crooked grin at Sabine's offered hand. Thrilled beyond thrilled she was able to accept it.

The seasoned Tiefling had been the one that felled Yurgir in the end, coming as a surprise to none.

Taunting the Orthon as she bounced back and forth, she lit up the bomb between his feet with a single crossbow bolt, and ruinous precision. The detonation triggered an explosive chain in a spherical perimeter, enveloping he and a fellow Merregon in crackling flames that lapped around their writhing bodies like brittle logs in a hearth. Their curdling screeches fizzling as they disintegrated to heaps of ash where they once stood.

Adrenaline flooded through her, burning molten at the heart of her chest. Blinding her from the realization that despite the breadth of the discharge, a Merregon from his entourage had been spared. Crippled on his side, singed by the fringes of the radius as opposed to the full brunt like his leader, he swiped at the sole surviving handbomb, and lobbed it her way. Hurtling towards her face as he choked on a final, spluttering breath.

One moment she was on her feet. The next she was gone. After the blast had deafened, and the smoke cleared, Sabine called to her from below the terrace where she and the others were fighting to survive the remaining three. Dreaded silence the only reply. Needless to say, she was downed for the rest of the fight.

"I'm just relieved you're alright." The little half-elf uttered with a huff as she helped hoist the sluggish soldier to her feet. "I'm relieved we're all alright."

"Agreed. That was certainly one of our more precarious encounters." Gale's smirk contorted into a wince as Shadowheart prodded his face, wrinkling her nose at the blood that continued to trickle fresh from his. Splotched a brilliant pink, the bridge that now looked to be a little crooked, pinched his tone nasal. "I'm quite pleased to have come out the other end of this story intact enough to tell it."

Sabine nodded with a deep sigh, able to only just catch her breath that moment. In turn, it allowed the full extent of her own injuries to be felt. Her back and hip now screamed.

The Orthon's prized beast had twisted a tentacle around her waist, only to snatch her from her toes and whip her horizontally over a pillar. Thudding to the ground limp and windless, it seemed to dip beneath her once her eyes finally peeled back open. She laid still against her chest's shallow heaving for breath. Astarion's shouts at her to get up reached through her tinnitus, muffled and distant, as if heard from underwater.

The little sorceress tried to blink away the tilting of the room in vain. At the other end, she caught sight of both he and his hallucinated duplicate, back to to back with Wyll, each wielding their blades in impressive flurries of steel.

Bronze then glinted in her peripheral. Acknowledging it, she found Karlach's hammer discarded by its lonesome not far from where they stood. Sabine approached and bent at the waist to slip a hand around the handle, still warm from her contact. Moving to straighten back up so as to reunite the two, the weight of it retaliated with a pop of her unequipped shoulder, yanking her back down with it. Frowning, the little sorceress readjusted her estimation of strength. Grabbing a hold with both hands, and straining with all her might to lift it, she only got as far as prying up the handle. The head didn't budge from the ground.

"That was adorable." Hardy as she was, Karlach was back on her feet proper, if not a hair slower than usual. Boasting a one-handed grasp with nonchalance, she lifted it from Sabine with ease, slotting it in it's place behind her back. "Thanks anyway, doll."

Sabine palmed the back of her neck with a shrug, and sheepish grin. Shadowheart had since given up on addressing her damage, focusing instead her efforts on Wyll.

His stubbornness equaled to Sabine's, the battle left him infinitely less mobile. The Sharran knelt beside his outstretched leg, brows furrowed and palms hovered above his swollen knee.

His arms raised in an overheard strike against the Merregon before him, he was rushed by a third, while the second monopolized both Astarion's full time and attention. Wyll was afforded the opportunity to land his fatal blow, only to then be dropped to the ground himself. An ornate war hammer connected with the anterior side of his knee. By the guttural holler that ripped from deep in his chest, every inch of his patella was surely splintered beyond reconstruction.

The severity of his injury wasn't enough to subdue him, it never was. Answering in kind while still laid on his side, with a few deliberate flicks of his blade, the Merregon then joined him on the ground, meeting his end by a final, expert slash. Wyll's head then dropped back with a grunt, his body count still surpassing everyone else's, despite his newfound disadvantage.

Speak of the devil, she sought out Astarion. Still standing tall, he occupied by studying his nails.

Clasping her hands behind her, she sidled up to him. Apart from a bruise or two marring his high-cheek bones, and the delicate, almost purposefully placed cut striping over his lower lip, he remained untouched. An observation that saw her most grateful.

"It's impolite to gawp, darling." He sniffed, not yet meeting her gaze as he cleaned his blades. His bored expression did little in the way of masking the playful lilt to his tone. "Not to mention unsightly."

Her lips pulled in a sly quirk at the corner. "Astarion."

He kept her waiting a beat, before flicking his hooded gaze up from his dagger, now thoroughly glinting. "Hm?"

She stared at him with patience as grating as her expectant silence. He merely blinked at her, raising one manicured brow in defiance. She didn't bend. The tiny smile starting at the corner of her mouth persisted, one he assumed she meant to be ingratiating, both of her brows lifted in wait.

A curt exhale shot through his nose. "What, do I have a stye, or?" He gestured with his hands to get her to come out with it. "What is it you want?"

She simpered. "A little appreciation would be lovely."

"I kept you all alive, did I not?" He was echoed by Shadowheart's scoff, bristling with fervor. "What more could you possibly want?"

"A simple 'thank you' will do."

His eyes rolled so far back nothing but his whites were visible.

"And next you'll remind me to wash behind my ears, no doubt." He mocked with his signature degree of theatrics. "I'm not a child."

"How lucky for you, then, that gratitude is not a virtue exclusive to children." Her inflection was nothing short of patronizing. "Repeat after me; thank you, everyone, for your help. I appreciate your unquestioning kindness."

A stare-down ensued, with only one party seemingly clueless to the fact that the victor was obvious from the start. Everyone's attention was focused on their display, the good-natured friction as readily noticeable as the height disparity between them. Even Shadowheart paused in her tending of Wyll long enough to watch the match unfold. Coming as a shock to none of them, Astarion conceded, with a deep sigh of vexation hissing through his grit teeth like steam from a simmered pot.

Shutting his eyes as a means to draw strength, so that he didn't have to witness the pleasure the little sorceress would most assuredly derive from his surrender, he then recited her script.

"Thank you all for your... help." His usual velvet timbre was stripped, his words mottled and unrehearsed. "I appreciate your... unquestioning... kindness."

The words clawed their way out of a throat that fought to keep them caged. His body stiffened through his awkward articulation, forming the words with the disjointed cadence of one straining through a new language. Devoid of both sincerity and humility.

His delivery met by a peer review of five, all regarded the elf with varying degrees of amusement. Sabine's doe-eyes sparkled with gentle encouragement. Shadowheart's lips pursed with a lift of her brows, as she shouldered Wyll upright against her.

"Well, the execution could do with some refinement." Her snicker dry. "Though overall I found it satisfactory."

"Your gratitude has made it all worth it in the end, my friend." The warlock bared his teeth in a wide, gradual grin. "Not to mention the honor and privilege of once more fighting at your side."

Gale now held a cloth to the side of his skull to stamp the bleeding. A gaping wound won from the very start of the battle, the beast ricocheted off his chest in a pounce, and laid him out flat. Ears still ringing on the verge of a concussion, he eyed the glowering vampire with wryness.

"Gods, you're not very good at this at all, are you?" He then paused, pondering an internal, solo debate. "Though credit due where credit earned, far be it from me to fault one's utmost. You're most welcome, Astarion."

That just left Karlach, whose golden eyes shimmered with pride above a lopsided grin. Courtesy of the shrapnel, it pulled the cracks splintering throughout her ruby visage in a way that made his own face ache as he looked at her.

"Aw, Fangs." Bounding toward him, she clapped him on the shoulder, lurching him forward with a soft grunt. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

He brushed his coat for dust that wasn't there. "Yes, well, how fortunate for you, my dear, that you do not have one."

Karlach deigned his loving underhand with a cackle, ducking to fish Wyll's arm from Shadowheart's shoulders to instead drape over her own, slipping her arm around his waist. Not even being rendered immobile as he was could dampen his high spirits, the sense of accomplishment from having conquered such an adversary insurmountable. She clicked her tongue at him.

"You're a mess, you!"

"Ah, speak for yourself," the cerise glow of his good eye burning ever brighter with resolute mirth, he hobbled along, "I'm ready for the next twelve!"

"Hah!"

Astarion sighed, his eye-lids heavy. He didn't look at Sabine when he addressed her, he didn't need to. His skin prickled under her persisting gaze, and wretched self-satisfaction.

"Was that sufficiently appreciative?"

Her pout wriggled in a small smile of sickly sweet pacification. "Yes."

The little half-elfs mismatched eyes flitted across him as she stole another step closer, well within his range to grasp at her and pull her in. The lines of his handsome face deepened as he looked her over with thinly veiled shame; twin gashes streaked her soft, youthful face. An angry seam split her left brow down the middle, while another opened her cheek in a considerable width under the opposite eye. Both succumbed to thick coagulation, dark and horrific against her sun-kissed freckles.

It couldn't be said that he delighted in seeing any of them maimed, least of all from such a selfish errand. Though having to be faced with her physical battery, however minor, knotted his stomach in a yet unfamiliar, and most unwelcome remorse. Whether he liked it or not, these moments confronted him with the reality of their bond, the depth of which he hadn't anticipated.

"I must... apologize to you, as well." The admittance pressed down against her chest with it's candid weight. Her brows bowed as she listened, noting how beautifully tragic guilt sounded on his too-lovely voice. "In truth, I gave very little thought to what this might entail."

"Don't." The petite half-elf regarded him with such warm affection, it stoked within him a deep-seated greed. "This was of great importance to you, which in turn makes it so for us all."

"Oh please," tittering with cynical exaggeration, he was able to rely on self-deprecation once more to stay his course. "I'll not pretend this undertaking was for any reason other than to appease you, you sweet thing. Seeing as how your... overt attachment to me extends the benefit of prioritization."

A single brow arched in challenge above crystalline amber eyes, they narrowed up at him in disappointment. Her bracelets jingled as she planted her tiny fists on her hips. "You don't truly believe that... everyone did all of this just to make me happy?" Her inflection just shy of furious, it attracted more than a few prying ears.

Before he got the chance at rebuttal, Shadowheart once more was first to volunteer her input. "Under different circumstances, I'd advise against doing a devils bidding. But if there is an edge to be gained against your pursuer, I'd have to agree that's a worthwhile endeavor, whatever shape it may take."

Gale second her, chuckling, "What doesn't kill us only brings us closer together."

Wyll was next to chime in, detaching from Karlach's shoulder to lean an elbow against Gale. "What's a bum knee for an ally in need, eh? Perhaps it'll make me a tad more endearing." He tossed his chin, eye flicking upward. "You know, in conjunction with the horns."

With a beaming smile, Sabine silently reinstated her challenge to his prior assertion. They all waited while he ingested their fawning. His expression blank, after a moment he simply exhaled, the micro adjustments twitching his lips and brow hinting of distaste.

"Oh dear, as if the lot of you weren't mawkish enough already." His tone flat, the proceeding scowl was abruptly wiped clean from his haughty face in exchange for horror, as he was snatched from his feet, and locked from behind in a bruising hug from Karlach.

Her biceps tightened in a vice grip around his shoulders, squishing him with the same indelicate handling a small child might employ with a pet. Fierce with her protectiveness, she then pledged aloud;

"I swear on all things good and lovely across Faerûn, that if Cazador ever so much as LOOKS in your general direction I will snap him over my knee like a twig!"

His signature velvet purring was strangled to a screeching yowl, as if he had a tail that Karlach just stepped down on with her full weight. He now struggled to speak for a different reason entirely. "I commend your... enthusiasm, darling, but if... you don't unhand me... the only vampire at risk of getting snapped is... me."

...and his heart grew three sizes that day.

[inhcritance]

He entertained, for a brief and humorous moment, in the back of his mind, the idea of telling him that he actually just wanted his blood, but without him knowing about it. That he really didn't want him dead, and he was a bit desperate, so if he could just surrender, life would be easier for everyone.

And then, he focused again, because the webs? He saw them, and they fed the side of him that just wanted to get his hands on the hero and hurt. Or well, he saw one of the webs, coming from somewhere in his lower arm. The other one, thanks to the blind spot on a good part of his helmet, he didn't. And before the serum, he would have tripped, then fallen. And maybe he wouldn't have been able to walk for a few days.

Now, he recovered his balance easily enough, and used the momentum in his favor. And the web didn't give. The floor, however... That would not be pretty to repair, but Harry's foot was free.

And the vigilante was up on a wall, and that should have been very annoying, and actually was, for a moment. But sleight of hand had him twirl the dagger once, then reach towards the satchel on his belt.

"I'm not particularly interested in monologuing about my motivations." He admitted, holding the small handbomb on his left hand, shifting it, apparently just posturing. Only, he was making sure he had one of the explosive ones. Because right there, on that wall? Minimal chances of anyone else getting hurt. "Maybe I'm doing this all for fun." He suggested. "Maybe I'm out of alternatives." He shrugged.

And there went the bomb, starting to tick as he threw it against the vigilante.

"So save yourself the pep talks."

"Yes, but why?" Not to say there weren't countless people wanting him dead, but he tended to get the gist of quite a lot of them. Revenge, the fact that he got in their way. The fun comments Pete decided to make whilst fighting them. All catalysts of, hey! Let's squash this arachnid! Sometimes, sometimes, he got attacks from outsiders, but very rarely when he had just been minding his own business. And usually they were a bit more open with him, moreso than this guy. "Usually, people are really happy to tell me why they hate me. ----Oh, and I actually do think Barnes & Noble do a dummies guide for villainy. But I think that's aimed towards fiction writers? I dunno."

And then the guy was trying again, and Peter's not entirely sure how long he can stay dodging; giving him attention. He stole a very brief glance to where he had been going before, before finally throwing two webs. One to the ground, about a metre beside him, whilst the other was out the other way. He pulled himself out the way, tightening the web attached to the ground, to create hopefully - something Harry would just trip over in his rush to get to him.

"Not taking you serious-- dude, I had to fight an mechanical octopus, a man who was practically made out of literal electricity and a venomous scorpion, just to name three outta six, in the space of a couple of days. I'm sorry, but you've got a long way to go, knife guy." And from where he was, he thwip'd himself up, sticking to a wall a little higher than what Harry could reach - or at least, that's what he was assuming.

"Look, if you're having a midlife crisis, I'm happy to help. If you're being hired by someone, you might wanna rethink your employment. But I gotta go, man, because I've got about five break-ins to get to, not to mention the getaway car you stopped me from following. So you got one last chance, knifey. Tell me who are you, and why you're doing this. Because I don't want this--" He motioned to Harry, dramatically. "To become a thing for you. You're clearly new.; you can still turn back. No harm, no foul, right?"

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[livvyplaysfinalfantasy]

Rift

It had not taken long for the cold to settle under Basch's skin. Familiar though he was with this sort of weather, neither he nor the rest of his party were properly dressed to combat it. Yet there were hardly any complaints - and even the occasional moan about wishing for warmer battle gear was met with silence once it began to snow.

Basch had seen his share of northern winters, but the sight of Paramina in all its majesty took his breath away. The snow fell in thick, heavy clusters, the sort of snow he would say his prayers for as a child: it accumulated much faster than even he had expected, and soon there lay a pristine powder covering the granite and ice along the path before them.

Oh, the memories it brought back.

Vaan had taken it upon himself to scoop up armfuls of the snow in an attempt to scatter it over Penelo’s head, much to everyone's frustration. But Basch’s gaze lingered on Ashe. She had slowed her pace for the first time since they had left Eruyt and was staring out across the mountains, her arms folded across her torso like a corpse.

“Vaan!” Basch called from the rear of the party. And, as an afterthought, “Larsa!” The young lord had been miserable ever since his most recent encounter with Balthier, and not even the snow had seemed fully capable of cheering him up.

The two boys approached with a hint of trepidation, but Basch waited until they stood at least twenty paces away from the others before he spoke again. He crouched down, cupped his bare hands, and scooped a decent amount of fresh snow from the ground.

“This,” he said, “is how you make a snowball.” And he showed them, packing the wet snow between his fingers and smoothing it out with expert care before handing it over to Vaan. “Go on. Throw it.”

Vaan studied the object in his palm for several seconds as he assessed a trajectory. Then, carrying as much force into the motion as he would the lobbing of a handbomb, he let it soar across a magnificent distance and watched it fall with a satisfying thwack at the nape of Balthier’s neck.

Larsa’s eyes widened in horror as Balthier whirled around to loose a murderous glare at the three stragglers, but then Basch spotted him biting his lower lip in a vain effort to suppress a chuckle. As the irate Balthier channeled his fury into chasing Vaan around the edge of the cliff, Basch repeated the process of snowball creation to Larsa. “Pack it well,” he said, “and I don’t think I need to warn you not to hide stones inside.”

Larsa beamed, and his hands moved with surprising deftness to fashion a slightly oblong snowball of his own. But he paused after staring out at his own array of potential targets, and Basch expected for a moment that he was about to ask a question. Then that moment passed: Larsa gave a single, resolute nod and ran after Vaan himself with a uniquely refined battle cry. His aim was keen - most likely from his practice at throwing potions, Basch decided - and before the hour was done, he had racked up more than enough hits to make him a valuable addition to any snowfight team.

The battle proceeded apace, as all battles did. Fran and Penelo forged an alliance for the express purpose of opposing "the boys;" Balthier and Vaan resorted to threats and taunts of a dubiously genial nature. Basch idled behind the growing conflict, the better to create more snowballs of his own and loose them mostly at whoever he felt was most deserving of one.

A cold impact from a rogue snowball hit his bare chest brought the combat at once to a halt.

Ashe stood at the far end of the cliffside, dusting her hands of powder and grinning sheepishly in his direction.

They lost good traveling time. Most of them were sodden with meltwater and more exhausted than perhaps was wise, given that they still had a fair ways to go before they reached Bur-Omisace. Yet not one complaint was given of the weather or of the long trek ahead of them, and as they proceeded deeper into the icy reaches of the Rift, Basch was warmed by the memory of the first smile he had seen from Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca in over two years.

[itsbalthier]

"Just admit that was extra..."

Balthier dusts his hands off from the excess powder from the Volcano handbomb. Flames roar behind him as the evidence burns, and he offers the monk a dazzling smile.

“Auron, Auron, Auron - when will you e’er learn? If you’re not going to do anything worth a show, keep quiet about it. And I? I’m always looking to put on a show.”

From somewhere within the flames, someone screams. Balthier pointedly ignores it.

“Shall we be off?”

[poetatertot]

fave bnha girls and the swords they would wield, go

ochako: a rose gold scimitar. i dont have a reason, i just think scimitars are cooltsuyu: tidus’ Brotherhood. that shit spews bubblesyaomomo: a classic katana, except everything it cuts doubles on contactjirou: rapiers. except the cool ones only royals can use in FEmina: she doesn’t get any sword. handbombs exclusively a la Ashe hagakure: that invisible dagger from FFXII:ZA 

[raw-uncut]

Last night fun ... #HandBomb (at Northwest Washington, Washington, District of Columbia)

[goosedrunk]

Service Elevator

[this one is vapid, devoid of meaning save what you put there. Just wrote it on some garbage while waiting to take shit up an elevator awhile back.]

Need to get higher lighten up. take a load off or you'll never get on, weight for wait can't handbomb can, nuke or crate No lollygagging while lift is lagging, though blow through hours slowly stack this tower for dough hide that flow, it's a danger near so much power No go.

[thecrushsblog]

How to Receive Big Package Deliveries over 150 lbs

How to Receive Big Package Deliveries over 150 lbs Outdoor Living

, How to Receive Big Package Deliveries over 150 lbs,

So, you order a product online, exciting! The carrier (Roadway, Conway, FedEx, etc.) is going to deliver it and all is well that ends well! Well, sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t.

Taking time to research the company’s shipping and delivery conditions is the key to a good buying experience. If the instructions are unclear always call the company and ask.

Having placed, paid and shipped the order does not guarantee transit times or delivery to your actual location, where on your property the order will be placed or who and how it will get off the truck.

If you live in a remote area or even a small street, imagine yourself driving in a large truck getting to your location and delivering the order within a given 15-20 minute time line.

The most important questions to ask are: Is the transit time guaranteed? Will the carrier call before they deliver? Where on my property will the carrier deliver my package? How will it get off the carrier truck? How do I check for damages? Who is responsible for damages?

Is the transit time guaranteed?

Most freight companies set an internal goal to achieve their stated transit times and strive to get it there in the allotted time. They will tell you that they can deliver a certain size package within so many days from point A to point B.

There are different levels of service depending on the urgency of the delivery and have various price tags attached to those services. Most often that works out. But, even if you have paid for the fastest service, bear in mind that transit times are never 100% guaranteed.

Weather, Customs or destination location challenges can always delay transportation and delivery and your money paid or lost contractor times will not by reimbursed. Before ordering, check the transit services offered with the seller, discuss a realistic delivery date and most importantly order with plenty of time to spare!

Will the carrier call before they deliver?

The seller should offer a tracking number for your shipment which can be tracked online and find out when the actual delivery will occur. Motor freight carriers are asked to make an appointment day and 4-hour time line with you. Make sure to offer the phone number you can best be reached at, at the time of ordering your product. This way if the driver runs into any problems they can reach you immediately and get further instructions.

Where on my property will the carrier deliver my package?

Carriers are not obligated to deliver anywhere on your property unless a specific delivery service is paid for at the time of ordering. However, if the driver and crew are not able to proceed onto your property due to safety, city bylaws, street size or possible damage to your property, they are not obliged to do so.

Make you have a clear path for the truck and driver to manoeuver your package onto your property. City street constructions and weight restrictions may not allow the driver to enter your local. You are responsible for the hefty re-delivery charge and possible storage at the carrier’s dock. Be aware what day your shipment will arrive and communicate with the carrier.

How will it get off the carrier truck?

Many of us order items online and expect them to be ‘just delivered’. Unfortunately not every delivery is the same. When ordering your product check the ‘shipping/delivery’ and clarify the fine print of the service offered or included. Also, find out the how many pieces are included, weight and size and how it is packaged. Most big items only include the shipping to your curbside, and you are responsible for taking it off the truck within 15-20 minutes.

Different paid services are available such as tailgate delivery, white glove delivery or you can choose to ‘handbomb’ if you wish. Now if you have a friend with you and the packages weigh less than 60 lbs, it may be possible to offload individual boxes or pieces in the allotted time span.

The next level would be a tailgate delivery, if the pallet is a certain size. The driver is able to lower the whole pallet to the ground on your curbside or your driveway. The white glove service offers the product to a designated location on your property, garage or possibly inside the residence, but bear in mind the size of the product.

A 1000 lbs swim spa may not fit through your front door without altering your door size and how many people are needed to carry 1000 lbs? Always find out the skid size and ask for a picture of the product, explain your property restrictions and ask for advice from the seller before placing the order.

How do I check for damages?

Be sure to check all the address label and confirm that the shipment was truly intended for you. Count the boxes and make sure you received all the packages included with your shipment. Most often it will say Box 1 of something. Walk around the packages, check for corner damages, dents, rips and most of all are all the staples and tape still secured tightly to the package. Turn the package over and repeat.

Take pictures, make notes and copy down the tracking number. In the case of damages, call the carrier, give them the tracking number on the boxes and advise them that you have found damages. Call the seller next and advise them of the same, offer them pictures and ask them what the next step is.

Who is responsible for damages?

That is a good question to ask when placing the order. Every carrier has a different shipping agreement and insurance values with the seller. A good seller will require the notification damage and take care of the claims process themselves. You should be sent replacement parts or a new product free of charge as you have done your due diligence.

You open your package and it is damaged

Now you have done your due diligence in receiving the product. You open it excited to enjoy and the contents is damaged. Call the seller and tell them what happened. If it is a reputable company, they will do their utmost to rectify the situation.

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Art From January 1st, 2021!

Happy New Year everyone 🎇🎆🧨!!!! I started 2021 strong by making eight pieces of artwork today. Most of these are a bunch of drawing plus edits of Hyoubu x Azusa and their daughters, Seraphim and Ophanim (+ my new Zettai Karen Children OC, Sköll).

First drawing is of Hyoubu x Azusa, it’s been awhile since I’ve drawn them to be honest. I got the urge to draw them both on a chess board surrounded by black chess pieces (it represents P.A.N.D.R.A and is a part of the Dark Messiahs of Espers’ aesthetic), especially since chess basically runs proudly in their blood! Also, as you could probably tell, Hyoubu is represented as the King of Chess while Azusa is the Queen of Chess ❤️♟👑💌💍💟💘! Also I worked on another Hyoubu x Azusa edit since it’s been awhile since I’ve edited them into the manga. Azusa is just checking on Hyoubu’s wounds here. Yes, both of them are wearing suits because suit couple solidarity!!!!

Plus I’m showcasing more edits of the Hyoubu x Azusa fankids/daughters, Seraphim and Ophanim! First three are of Seraphim, saying chess catchphrases as usual, while the final one is Ophanim ❤️👑💕💟! Also, her eyes are different in the second edit since Seraphim is using psychometry in order to take control of a tank. Yeah, my daughter can do that 😎. The third edit with Seraphim is her using her spatial awareness due to her being a teleporter and thanks to wearing a specialized smart monocle like Azusa does; it’s enhancing her spatial awareness ability.

Also, the last two drawings have context. The final left drawing is of Queen/Leader of P.A.N.D.R.A and Espers Seraphim Hyoubu; I have an AU for Hyoubu and Azusa’s oldest daughter where she becomes their leader far into the future (2032 to be exact) due to Azusa’s old age and ended up passing down leadership to her daughter. During that period, Seraphim starts wearing the cape that Azusa used to wear during that time frame. Due to Seraphim now being the Leader and Queen of P.A.N.D.R.A; Seraphim goes by Queen of Duelists (and ya know Queen of Espers and P.A.N.D.R.A). In 2032, Seraphim is 36 but due to her anti aging powers she inherited from her father, Kyousuke Hyoubu, she has stopped aging and physically, Seraphim is around 24-26 years old. The name of this AU is Queen of Duelists Seraphim AU but can also be called 2032 AU. During this time, Seraphim is the wife of Sköll Hyoubu (Sköll Wolfensson in current timeline), due to marrying her during Future, and is the adoptive mother of Dadoji Hyoubu (Dadoji is 6 years old during Future/2020 while she is 18 in 2032) who she and Sköll saved during the Future Timeline of ZKC.

The second drawing is of one of my Zettai Karen Children OCs, her name is Sköll Wolfensson (Sköll Hyoubu during Future due to eventually marrying Seraphim Hyoubu). I don’t have a bio on Sköll right now but here is some info on her below:

* Her full name is Sköll Wolfensson. In the Future, she is called Sköll Hyoubu.

* Sköll is a Level 6 multi-powered female esper. She has Electrokinesis, Metamorphosis - can turn into a wolf, Teleportation, and Psychometry.

* Sköll is a supporting character in Zettai Karen Children while a main character in The Unlimited Hyoubu Kyousuke.

* Sköll is the same age as Seraphim and Ophanim (currently 19). Sköll debuts in Elementary Arc (around the time when Black Phantom was being introduced) where she is 14 years old and in Middle School Arc, she is 16.

* Sköll is an executive of P.A.N.D.R.A as of High School Arc, though she is a P.A.N.D.R.A member during the first two arcs.

* Sköll has a sukeban aesthetic as seen with her school uniform and her confident yet delinquent attitude. She incorporates elements from Taisho Era uniforms into her school uniform such as wearing a school cap and a long cape.

* She typically fights with a katana and yo-yo but also uses grenades/handbombs, daggers, and throwing knives. Sköll is also a skilled martial artist, she mainly uses Muay Thai, Krav Maga, Karate, Taekwondo, and Capoeira in combat.

* Sköll occasionally fights with a baseball bat with nails attached to them.

* Sköll stands at 5’2”/157 cm.

* Sköll was born on June 20th, 1996.

* Sköll is biromantic bisexual.

* Sköll is the love interest (girlfriend) of Seraphim Hyoubu and becomes her wife in the Future. In the Future, Sköll and Seraphim becomes the adoptive mothers to a young esper girl named Dadōji Hyoubu.

* As a duo, Sköll and Seraphim are known as The Nogitsune and Sun Devouring Wolf. Sköll later becomes part of Seraphim and Ophanim’s team, Angels of Duelists, and even Foxes of Duelists (team mainly consisting of Azusa, Seraphim, and Ophanim; they play a big role during Future).

* Due to being the love interest of Seraphim, she is seen as a daughter-in-law figure by Kyousuke Hyoubu and Azusa Hyoubu.

* During Future, Sköll is 24 years old. In Queen of Duelists Seraphim/2032 AU, Sköll is 36. In 2048 AU, Sköll is 48.

* In the Future, due to being the significant other (girlfriend/eventually wife) of Seraphim Hyoubu, Sköll starts going by the alias, Princess of Duelists, and is even called Princess (though the members of P.A.N.D.R.A did start calling Sköll, Princess, once she became Seraphim’s girlfriend).

* In 2032, when Seraphim becomes the leader of P.A.N.D.R.A/Espers, Sköll also becomes the Queen of Espers and like Seraphim during that timeline, Sköll goes by Queen of Duelists and is referred to as Queen by the Espers and P.A.N.D.R.A members.

* Sköll is Icelandic-Japanese.

* Sköll’s favorite food is venison.

* Sköll’s hair color used to be blonde until Marie Antoinette Syndrome, which caused her hair to turn white.

* Sköll is voiced by Yū Asakawa.

* Sköll was the former leader of an esper street gang known as the Legendary Wolf; which she formed after being rejected by her family for displaying esper powers. The sense of rejection she felt caused her to form Legendary Wolf, a delinquent esper gang who often committed crimes such as theft, shoplifting, and violence though mainly did this out of survival and the members were viewed as family members and took in outcasted espers into their group, including esper children. The members also typically called Sköll the Legendary Wolf. Around the time Black Phantom presence began to grow, many espers were targeted and due to this; her gang of espers got kidnapped; with the only sole member left being Sköll who got greatly injured trying to defend them yet backfired. Later being found by Hyoubu, Azusa, and Seraphim; Sköll quickly joined P.A.N.D.R.A who is very ambitious on stopping Black Phantom for their atrocities they commit against espers and to hopefully retrieve her friends from them.

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