#i need a very specific repair from small accident

[mothprincess]

wish me luck at the car repair shop tmrw! i don't generally like them because i feel like i know too little about cars and don't want to look stupid. i can't avoid this and am confronting it head-on. is anyone completely unbothered by repair shops?? u either know everything or you don't care? i'd like to be the latter... or former. i seem to do well when i just wander in somewhere and don't give a fuck -- i will be helped, regardless. every time i go somewhere and have no fucking idea what i'm doing, it works out alright.

[moonselune]

Mayhaps, if you'd like to do one with all the companions, (if not just the ladies are fine^^):

Comforting Tav over something seemingly insignificant, a small inconvenience (dropped food, easy to repair broken item, a shop not having the one thing they're looking for, ECT), but it's just the thing that broke the camel's back, and all the stress and worry and hardship catches up to Tav

this one took a while to do but I hope its okay ! Added Rolan to it but not Raphael as I genuinely think he would simply just magic you away because he would just not want to deal with that - not very order and decorum of you.

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Karlach:

You and Karlach had been on the road for weeks, dealing with countless threats and challenges. Today, you had looked forward to a simple pleasure: a meal cooked over the campfire, a small respite from the chaos. But as you carried the pot of stew to the table, you tripped over a root and spilled it all over the ground.

Karlach saw the accident and rushed over, her eyes wide with concern.

"Easy soldier, you got mouths here, to feed not the ants," she said, trying to sound upbeat but she noticed you were very much not sharing the same vibe as her. "Hey, it's okay! We can make more,"

But something inside you snapped. The spilled stew was the final straw. You dropped to your knees, staring at the mess, and felt tears welling up in your eyes. All the stress, the exhaustion, and the constant battle against the odds suddenly came crashing down on you. Karlach immediately knelt beside you, her large, warm hand on your shoulder. "Hey, hey, it's alright. It's just stew. We'll figure it out," she said softly.

You shook your head, unable to hold back the sobs. "It's not just the stew, Karlach. It's everything. I'm so tired. I'm so stressed. I can't keep doing this."

Karlach's eyes widened in panic. She wasn't used to seeing you like this. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"Shh, ssh, it's okay. Let it out," she whispered, stroking your back awkwardly but tenderly. "Shhh,"

You clung to her, the warmth of her embrace grounding you as you let the tears flow. Karlach continued to hold you, her voice a soothing murmur in your ear.

"We're in this together, okay? You don't have to carry it all by yourself. I'm here. We'll get through this."

Her words, combined with her reassuring hold on you, slowly began to calm you down. As your sobs subsided, you leaned back and looked at her, seeing the worry and care in her eyes.

"I'm do sorry," you mumbled, wiping your eyes. "I didn't mean to break down like that. I-"

"-Don't apologize. You're allowed to feel overwhelmed." Karlach shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're allowed to need a break. We'll take it one step at a time, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a little lighter, and Karlach pressed a kiss to your forehead. The two of you sat there for a little while longer, basking in each other's warmth and slowly you began to feel all of those broken pieces start to mend together.

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Minthara:

You were in a bustling market, searching for a specific ingredient for a potion. After hours of looking and dealing with the noise and chaos, you finally found the stall that supposedly had it. But as you reached the front, the vendor shook his head. "Sorry, sold out."

That was it. The final straw. You felt a surge of frustration and helplessness. "What do you mean sold out, we need that-"

Before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face. You tried to hold them back, embarrassed by your reaction, hiding your head in your hands, hoping nobody would notice but it was too late. Minthara, who had been silently watching your back, noticed your distress immediately. She stepped forward, her eyes narrowing at the vendor before turning to you. You were now shaking, unable to move, stuck in a cycle of crying, trying not to show yourself crying and crying more. Minthara put a hand on your shoulder, glaring at the vendor before you both.

"Excuse us," she said coldly to the vendor. Without another word, she scooped you up effortlessly and slung you over her shoulder. You were too overwhelmed to protest, your emotions a tangled mess. She carried you to a quieter, more secluded alley away from the bustling crowd. Once there, she set you down gently and knelt before you, her eyes searching yours.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice demanding but surprisingly soft.

You tried to speak, but the words came out in a choked sob. "It's… it's just too much. Everything is going wrong. I'm so tired, Minthara. I can't keep doing this."

Minthara's expression softened, and she reached out, gently cupping your face in her hands.

"You are strong, but even the strongest need a moment to breathe," she said, her voice steady and calm. "You don't have to carry this burden alone."

You leaned into her touch, feeling a mixture of shame and relief. "I'm sorry. It's such a small thing to get upset over. It's shameful."

"It is not." `Minthara shook her head and as you tried to bow your head, trying to hide from her gaze, but Minthara was relentless, jerking your head up and back to her. " And it's not just the small thing. It's everything that led up to it. You are allowed to feel overwhelmed."

She pulled you into an embrace, her strong arms holding you close. "Rest here for a moment. Take your time," she murmured. "We'll face this together."

Her words and presence brought a sense of calm over you. You clung to her, letting the tears flow as she held you. In that moment, you felt safe and understood. Minthara's quiet strength and unwavering support were exactly what you needed.

After a while, you pulled back, feeling a bit more composed. Minthara looked at you, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Feeling better?"

You smiled, wiping your eyes. "Yes. Thank you, Minthara."

"Good. Though my only request is that next time you share your worries with me." You nodded and she stood up, offering you her hand. Now, let's find another way to get what we need. We won't let this defeat us."

"Minthara?" You call out to her quietly and she looks at you, her eyes wide, waiting on your every word.

"Yes, my love?"

You didn't answer her, just leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips, pulling away with a smile. "I love you, entirely."

"I love you too."

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Lae'zel:

The day had been a long string of battles and challenges, leaving you exhausted. When you finally made it back to camp, you realised your weapons had grown dull. Pulling out your dagger you began to sharpen it, but either from the strength of your frustration that had built over the past few days, or the excessive use of it, it snapped.

You stared at the mess, the broken pieces of dagger on the floor, glinting back at you almost mockingly in the evening sun. You felt the weight of all your stress and fatigue crash down on you. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you dropped to your knees.

Lae'zel, who had been sharpening her own blade nearby, looked up at the sound of the dagger breaking. She saw you kneeling by the broken pieces, tears streaming down your face. With a determined stride, she approached you and knelt down beside you.

"This is but a minor setback, a weak dagger clearly" she said firmly, her voice calm and pragmatic. "I have many, have one of mine. The battle is not lost."

You shook your head, unable to hold back the sobs. "It's not just the dagger, Lae'zel. It's everything. I'm so tired. I can't keep doing this."

Lae'zel's eyes softened slightly, and she placed a hand on your shoulder, her grip firm and reassuring. "You are stronger than this, and we will face these challenges together. Allow yourself a moment of weakness, but do not let it consume you."

For once her practical approach, and slight criticism, began to ground you. You took a deep breath, trying to regain your composure.

"We will rise above this," she continued, her voice steady as she awkwardly pat you on the shoulder. "Together, we will face whatever comes our way. You are not alone in this, I am here, place your burdens upon me."

''I don't want to do that though-'

"-Do you not think me strong enough? You think your burdens above me?" Lae'zel asked in slight outrage and you couldn't help but laugh at her sincerity.

"No, of course not, my love." You smiled as you rested your head on your shoulder, feeling a bit more in control. She helped you to your feet, her grip never faltering.

"We will clean this up and get you a new blade, one worthy of your strength" she said, her tone decisive. "And we will succeed."

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Shadowheart:

The branch whacks you across the face, a stinging reminder of the day's endless frustrations. It's the final straw. Rage bubbles up, hot and uncontrollable. You raise your hand, the words of a fireball spell forming on your lips. This stupid, unyielding piece of nature is about to feel your wrath.

"Stop!" Shadowheart's voice cuts through your fury, sharp and commanding.

You freeze, your breath coming in ragged gasps. She steps between you and the offending tree, her dark eyes filled with concern. She places a hand on your arm, gently but firmly.

"Calm down," she says, her voice softer now, soothing and she raises her brows at you. "Starting a forest fire isn't going to help us on our travels and it's just going to annoy the two druids."

The fireball dissipates in your hand, and the anger that fueled it ebbs away, leaving behind a hollow emptiness. The tears come then, hot and bitter. You collapse to your knees, the weight of everything crashing down on you. Shadowheart kneels beside you, her arms encircling you, holding you close.

"It's alright," she whispers, her voice a balm to your wounded soul. "I'm here."

You sob into her shoulder, the days of pent-up frustration and exhaustion pouring out in a torrent. She holds you tight, her presence a steady anchor in the storm of your emotions.

"I'm so tired," you manage to say between sobs. "So tired of everything."

"I know," she says, her hand gently rubbing your back. "I know. But attacking nature won't help. You can always come to me. Let me share your burden."

Her words are like a lifeline, pulling you back from the brink. You cling to her, the warmth of her body grounding you. Slowly, your sobs subside, and you lift your head to look at her. Her face is filled with such tender concern that it makes your heart ache.

"Thank you," you say, your voice hoarse but sincere.

She smiles, a small, gentle curve of her lips. "Anytime, my love."

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Jaheira

The past few days had been a relentless series of challenges, and your nerves were already frayed when you entered a small shop in Baldur's Gate. You were searching for a particular herb that Jaheira needed for her potions, a task that should have been simple. When the shopkeeper informed you that they were out of stock, it felt like the final straw. Your composure shattered, and you felt tears welling up in your eyes.

You tried to hold them back, but the weight of stress, exhaustion, and frustration was too much. You turned away from the shopkeeper, not wanting to make a scene, but the tears started to fall. Jaheira, who had been examining a display of potions nearby, noticed your distress immediately. She approached you with a quiet urgency, her eyes filled with concern.

"What's wrong, my heart?" she asked gently, her voice steady and soothing. You shook your head, unable to speak as the tears continued to flow.

"I… I can't do this anymore," you finally managed to say, your voice trembling. "Everything's just… too much."

Without another word, Jaheira wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a firm, comforting embrace. She didn't offer empty platitudes or try to tell you that everything would be fine. Instead, she simply held you, letting you cry against her shoulder. Her presence was solid and reassuring, a rock in the storm of your emotions.

"It's okay to let it out," she murmured, her hand gently stroking your hair. "You've been carrying a heavy burden. Let me share it with you."

You clung to her, feeling the warmth of her body and the strength of her support. Gradually, the tension in your muscles began to ease, and your sobs turned into quiet sniffles. Jaheira continued to hold you, her calm and steady presence providing a safe space for you to release your pent-up emotions.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice still shaky but filled with gratitude. "I needed that."

Jaheira pulled back slightly, cupping your face in her hands and wiping away your tears with her thumbs. "We all have moments like this," she said softly. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. We'll get through this together."

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Gale:

The day had been a whirlwind of tasks and responsibilities, leaving you mentally and physically drained. When you finally returned to camp, you decided to prepare a simple meal for everyone. However, as you were carrying the pot of stew to the fire, you tripped over a loose stone and spilled the entire pot onto the ground. It was a small accident, but it was enough to push you over the edge.

You stood there, staring at the ruined meal, feeling a surge of frustration and despair. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you began to shake, overwhelmed by the stress and exhaustion that had been building up for days.

Gale, who had been organizing his spell components nearby, noticed your distress immediately. He rushed over, concern etched on his face.

"Hey, what's wrong, my beloved?" he asked gently, his voice filled with worry.

"It's just… everything," you said, your voice breaking as tears started to fall as you gestured to everything around you. "I can't handle it anymore. I'm so tired, and now this…"

Gale's expression softened, and he reached out to take your hand. "Come here," he said softly, guiding you to a nearby log to sit down. He knelt in front of you, still holding your hand, and looked into your eyes with a calm and steady gaze.

"Let's do some breathing exercises," he suggested. "It might help you feel a bit better. Just follow my lead."

You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. Gale began to breathe slowly and deeply, and you mimicked his actions. Inhale… exhale… inhale… exhale. The rhythmic pattern of his breathing, combined with his presence, his love, it started to soothe your frayed nerves.

"Focus on your breath," Gale said gently. "Let the tension flow out with each exhale."

As you continued to breathe with him, you felt your body gradually begin to relax. The tears slowed, and the tight knot of anxiety in your chest started to loosen. Gale's hand remained steady in yours, a grounding force that helped you find your center.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice still shaky but calmer than before. "I love you."

"I love you too," Gale smiled, a warm and understanding expression on his face. "We all have moments when things become too much. It's okay to feel overwhelmed. But please, my love, do not suffer alone. It breaks my heart to see you shed tears like this."

"I'm sorry I-"

"-I do not need you to apologise," Gale whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours. "I just need you, no matter how you feel, okay?"

"Okay" You weakly smile and bury your head into his shoulder, your tears staining his robes but he couldn't care. He just held you and slowly everything seemed to be alright.

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Astarion:

The day had been long and grueling, filled with minor inconveniences and stressful encounters that had worn down your patience. You found yourself in the middle of camp, trying to prepare a simple meal. As you were chopping vegetables, your knife slipped, and the entire bowl of carefully prepared ingredients tipped over, spilling onto the ground.

It was a minor accident, but it was the final straw. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you felt a wave of frustration and hopelessness wash over you. Your hands trembled as you stared at the mess on the ground, unable to hold back the sobs that were threatening to escape.

Astarion, who had been lounging nearby, noticed your distress immediately. He stood up and approached you, his eyes narrowing in concern. "What's wrong with you now?" he asked, his voice a mix of irritation and worry.

"I can't… I just can't do this anymore," you choked out between sobs. "Everything's going wrong, and I can't handle it."

Astarion's expression softened, but his way of comforting was unorthodox. He got you to your feet and held you by your shoulders and looked at you straight on.

"Get it together!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with urgency. He had never seen you like this and he was panicking as it was stirring unexpected emotions in him."If you keep crying like this, I might start crying too, and that would be a disaster, because I am not a pretty crier!"

Despite his harsh words, there was a hint of genuine concern in his eyes. You couldn't help but let out a weak laugh through your tears. His attempt at tough love was oddly endearing.

"Look, darling" Astarion said a bit less panicked now, "Life is a series of unfortunate events, especially for us. But you can't let every little thing break you. You're stronger than this."

He reached out and gently lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "And if you need to cry, fine. But don't think for a second that you're alone in this. We've all had our moments of weakness, even I - though it may be hard to believe"

You giggle and sniffled, wiping your tears away. Astarion's seemingly tough exterior was still present, but there was a warmth in his eyes that reassured you. "Thanks, my love."

He stood up and offered you his hand, pulling you to your feet. "Now, let's clean this up and make something edible. And try not to spill anything this time, alright?"

His playful tone lightened the mood, and you couldn't help but smile. He pulled you into a quick embrace and gave you a reassuring squeeze and kiss on the head before sending you on your way.

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Wyll:

It had been one of those days where nothing seemed to go right. The constant stress and pressure had been building up, and when you finally returned to camp, you just wanted a moment of peace. As you unpacked your belongings, a small, cherished trinket slipped from your hands and shattered on the ground.

It was a minor inconvenience, but it was the last straw. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you felt a wave of despair wash over you. Your vision blurred as you tried to gather the broken pieces, your hands shaking uncontrollably.

Wyll, who had been tending to the campfire, noticed your distress immediately. He stood up and walked over to you, his expression filled with concern.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked softly, kneeling beside you.

"I can't… I just can't do this anymore," you choked out, your voice trembling. "Everything's going wrong, and I can't handle it."

Wyll's heart ached at the sight of your tears. He reached out and gently took your hands in his, his touch warm and reassuring.

"Shh, it's alright," he murmured, his voice soothing. "You're not alone. I'm here."

He pulled you into a gentle embrace, holding you close as you cried against his shoulder. His strong arms wrapped around you, providing a sense of safety and comfort that you desperately needed. He didn't say anything for a while, simply letting you release your pent-up emotions.

After a few moments, Wyll pulled back slightly and cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away your tears. "Sometimes, it's the small things that push us over the edge," he said softly. "But you don't have to carry this burden alone. Let me help you."

His words and his unwavering support helped you find your footing again. You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. "Thank you, Wyll," you whispered, your voice still shaky but filled with gratitude.

Wyll smiled warmly, his eyes filled with compassion. "Always," he replied. "Now, let's see if we can fix this, shall we?"

Together, you carefully gathered the broken pieces of your trinket. With Wyll's help, you managed to repair it, and the simple act of working together helped you regain your composure.

"See? Good as new!" Wyll smiled as he presented it to you, you took it with a small smile, nodding your head in thanks as you held it to you chest, the trinket becoming even more cherished now.

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Halsin:

The potion fizzles and pops, releasing a pungent, acrid smoke. Your heart sinks as the mixture turns an unnatural shade of green, clearly ruined. It's a small thing, a simple potion gone wrong, but after days of pent-up frustration and exhaustion, it's the final straw. Your shoulders slump, and the tears you've been holding back for days finally spill over.

You drop the vial, not caring as it shatters on the floor. Halsin, who has been quietly reading in the corner, looks up, concern etching deep lines into his kind face. He rises and crosses the room in a few swift strides, his presence warm and comforting.

"Hey," he says softly, wrapping his strong arms around you. "It's okay. It's just a potion."

But it's not just a potion. It's everything. The endless challenges, the constant sense of impending doom, the weight of the world pressing down on you. You bury your face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably. He holds you tighter, his hand gently stroking your hair.

"It's alright," he murmurs. "Let it out. I'm here."

You feel the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart, and slowly, the storm inside you begins to calm. You pull back slightly to look at him, and to your surprise, you see tears glistening in his eyes. His lips tremble as he tries to hold them back, but he fails. He begins to cry, his tears mingling with yours.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice breaking. "I just hate seeing you like this."

The sight of Halsin, this strong, stoic druid, crying because you are crying, tugs at something deep inside you. A laugh bubbles up, surprising you. It's absurd and adorable, and somehow it breaks through the lingering sadness.

"You big softie," you say, wiping away his tears with your thumb.

He laughs too, a shaky, relieved sound, and pulls you into another hug. "I can't help it," he says. "I love you too much to see you in pain."

You cling to him, finding comfort in his warmth and his tears. The moment, though born from frustration and exhaustion, becomes tender and you can breathe easier now. Halsin kissed the top of your head and the two of you stay there for a while, basking in each other's presence.

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Rolan:

The day had been a series of small misfortunes, and the final blow came when you discovered that the shop you had been counting on didn't have the one item you desperately needed. It seemed like such a trivial thing, but in that moment, it felt like the weight of the world was crashing down on you. Tears pricked at your eyes, and you felt the overwhelming urge to scream in frustration.

Rolan, who had been browsing a nearby shelf, noticed your distress. His usual confident demeanor faltered as he saw the tears welling up in your eyes.

"Hey, what's going on?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, a sob escaped, and you quickly covered your mouth, embarrassed by your outburst. Rolan's eyes widened, clearly panicked. He wasn't used to dealing with such emotional meltdowns. Bickering nd arguing he could deal with, this he was a lot less prepared for.

"Uh, okay, let's… let's figure this out," he stammered, awkwardly placing a hand on your shoulder.

The small gesture was enough to break the dam. You began to cry in earnest, the stress and worry of the past days pouring out in a torrent of tears. Rolan looked around, unsure of what to do, but his concern for you was evident.

"Hey, it's okay, beloved" he said, trying to sound reassuring despite his own uncertainty. "We'll figure this out. Just… let it out."

His awkward but sincere attempt to comfort you made you feel a bit better. You took a few deep breaths, trying to steady yourself. "I'm sorry," you managed to say between sobs. "It's just been so much, and this… this was the last straw."

Rolan's expression softened, and he squeezed your shoulder gently. "No need to apologize, dearest. We all have those days," he said, his voice a bit steadier now. "How about we take a break and sit down for a bit? We can figure things out from there."

He led you to a quieter corner of the shop, and you both sat down. Rolan fumbled for a moment before pulling out a handkerchief and offering it to you. "Here, use this," he said, his tone gentle.

You took the handkerchief and wiped your tears, feeling a bit more composed. "Thank you, Rolan. I just… I couldn't hold it in anymore."

Rolan nodded, his expression understanding. "It's okay. Sometimes, we just need to let it out. And I'm here for you, even if I'm not the best at this."

You couldn't help but smile at his honesty. "You're doing just fine," you said, grateful for his support.

Rolan relaxed a bit, relieved that he was able to help in some way. "Alright, then. Let's take a few more minutes, and when you're ready, we'll go find that item together."

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Hope you all enjoyed it! - Seluney xoxo

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Mora is a God’s Best Friend Pt. 1

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໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff, crack, reader is slightly angry, only slightly tho I promise :)

Now, you wouldn’t say you were a greedy person… which would be a huge lie because holy shit you were compared to a dragon by your friends more times than your own mother said she loved you-

When you got your paycheck - which was a very handsome paycheck mind you - you hoarded that to the best of your abilities, but when you saw something you had to have? Bought. Spent all your cash on it.

… You have to many plushies-

You weren’t exactly an avid believer in the whole “money makes the world go around!” thing, but it certainly helped. Like, have you seen how happy Elon Musk is? That bitch living the life and you want that too.

But despite your adoration to money…

THAT DID NOT MEAN YOU WANTED TO BE IT!!

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When you woke up from a nice nap after a long day of hard labor- I mean work, you couldn’t see. You also couldn’t feel your arms or legs or… well anything in general that one would say when describing their body.

You did have your five core senses though, which is nice. Well… minus sight-

You couldn’t move, and whenever you would scream the people you heard around you - their voices were muffled… were you in a pouch?? - did nothing to help.

You continued for what you assumed to be hours, never once paying mind to the fact that you never got hungry or thirsty or ran out of breath. Then you felt warmth.

Something large and warm wrapped around your form which scared the shit out of you because as far as you were concerned, you were still very human sized. You continued to scream into the darkness as you listened to the… transaction (???) going on above you and-

Wait a minute. You recognized that voice.

A lot of your money went to Genshin Impact in your day, you were what was known in the fandom as a “whale”, did I mention you got payed handsomely?

Yeah it was enough the basically be a sugar parent for all your friends.

So you heavily related to a certain character who was constantly characterized as helping another with his money problems.

Can you guess who it is?

I’ll give you five seconds to guess!

5…

4…

3…

2… fuck it I hate the suspense-

It was Childe!

And hearing his voice above you shattered what you may have thought was happening to you. Yes you may or may not have thought you were being kidnapped-

You then felt yourself get placed on another warm surface and oh god-

“All repairs will be made in a timely manner! Thank you for the patronage!”

You flipped through the air with a small ‘whoosh’ and landed back in the hand.

… WERE YOU FUCKING MORA?????

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Being merged to a weapon wasn’t fun.

Well at the very least you weren’t “merged” with a weapon. For some reason the blacksmith couldn’t find a way to use your specific mora body to upgrade Childe’s bow.

So there you sat as a glorified decoration. Right on the front of the bow.

But you did find something out, the second you felt yourself attach to the bow, you could suddenly see! And you could very tell that you were in Liyue, which made sense. And when you coughed on accident, the blacksmith jumped and looked around, before shrugging and turning back to her work, which meant you could now be heard as well!

All five senses back baby!

Only shitty thing was that you couldn’t move on your own, and you now noticed you were no longer hungry nor need to breathe, as well as sleep.

So you were stuck.

For four days.

Unable to speak or move.

I mean, you were still figuring out your existence yourself, no need to get anyone else involved with the process since you were beyond confused.

You’ve read the Isekai stories - and fanfics - but you had never read one personally about being isekaied as money. Yes, you have seen the vending machine one. And the one where he gets turned into a dummy ASMR head mic-

Not the point!

You were just trying to figure out how to… exist (?) like this. Which was pretty hard when coming to terms with the fact that you’d never eat your favorite foods again.

Never again…

“Thank you so much for choosing our services sir! Have a nice day!”

You were suddenly picked up and placed in the gentle care of Childe - ironic sentence I know - and off you both went.

You want to know what a weird sensation is?

Being a bow and feeling someone pluck your string.

Now yeah, that sounds super sensual but it felt more like someone… pulling your hair?? You couldn’t really place it but that was honestly the closest equivalent. Feeling him rub his hands all up and down your… body (?????) was a new experience to. Again, not sensual, just ticklish? And it sucked trying not to giggle-

God this was weird and confusing.

“Well I’m free for some time… I’m sure a little practice won’t hurt…”

Oh good god you could not catch a break.

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A new fear had been unlocked within you.

You, a piece of mora crudely attached to a psychopathic killers bow, had just been de-summoned.

And it hurt.

BAD.

No one will ever know what that was like, the feel yourself fading, every atom slowly falling away into nothingness, and then the silence. That cursed silence. Deep dark blackness was what you felt for what appeared to be thousands of years to your still human brain.

Never again would allow yourself to feel that pain.

As you were summoned, you continued to stare off into the distance, coming to terms with what you had just witnessed while ignoring every word that came out of Childe’s mouth.

Something or other about practicing you couldn’t give a shit.

You only watched the changing scenery around you as you and Childe wandered aimlessly through a forest.

Then he dropped to his knees suddenly, which cause you to silently curse and sputter in shock.

Did you mention you got good at that? Being silent? Because you did.

Being that you were placed on the front of the bow, you could see perfectly where he was aiming, that being a small bird that you had to squint - how you squinted? You don’t know - to see.

It was ridiculously far away, covered in leaves. You were also slightly scared because Childe was being silent.

Childe. Silent.

Not two words you ever expected to put into the same sentence - again - but here you were.

You felt the bow string being pulled back, and him lining up the shot.

Then, you felt something course through you.

Obviously it was the Hydro infused arrow he knocked onto the string, but something else flowed through you.

You could feel yourself reaching, trying to connect with something to better control this sudden power flow, and then you found a great source.

His Hydro Vision.

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Childe was a seasoned soldier and fighter, literally anyone who met him could tell you that.

He kept that fact near and dear to his heart, that fact being why he fought so hard, to become stronger and finally find that fight that would be the end of him.

He longed for the day where he would be strong enough to fight his mentor, and weak enough to die at someone who he saw worthy enough to end his stories and legacy.

… Legacy was such a funny word to the man as all he could think of when it was spoken was his second, stronger form, Foul Legacy. Ironically, that’s what he though historians would call his stories in the far future - he would never admit how close it was due to the Electro Delusion that sapped away at his life, slower due to his strength but sucking away his soul nonetheless - would call it, a Foul Legacy.

He was self-aware enough to understand that people hated him, yet oblivious enough to leave his family in the hands of The Rooster, a man known for leveling cites before they even had the chance to riot against himself and the Tsaritsa.

He was complex in the same way he was so easy to understand.

Just as how he allowed the world to see his Vision but kept his Delusion hidden.

Just recently he had gotten his bow repaired after a… well not a hard mission more so than it was annoying.

And by the Archons it was beautiful! Any and all scratches and marks had been repaired, a new layer of pain was an added, a stronger string was restrung into it and just… mmm she was beautiful.~

The finishing touch was the little golden emblem stuck directly on the front. So shiny and pretty…

He just had to take it for a test run!

Nothing too big or anything, just a little hunting as he hadn’t indulged himself recently. Just a couple small birds or mammals nothing anyone would notice.

… No that isn’t a human corpse nu uh ya stupid-

Besides that wasn’t with his bow! That was with his blades it doesn’t count!

But anyway, he quickly spotted his first target of the day, a little finch, and aimed.

He noted that his bow, while still heavy, felt much more sturdy and the current string was stronger than his last, most likely due to the whole “new string” thing rather than being better because that old string had weathered a lot.

He quickly knocked his first arrow and took a silent breath in, calming his shaking hands and the butterflies in his stomach. Of course neither were from fear or nervousness rather than they were from excitement and dare I say ecstasy. A smile forceably carved itself into him skin as he watched how easily Hydro infused itself with his arrow.

Though almost immediately after, he felt a sudden surge of power coming from not him nor the arrow, but the bow itself.

Specifically the small golden piece sitting front and center.

This was either an unknown or well known fact depending on who you asked, but the bow was Childe’s worst used weapon. He was much more skilled with a blade - like his duel Hydro blades or the duel-bladed polearm he wielded as Foul Legacy - and he even had some experience with a catalyst, but bows just seemed so.. cowardly. Even with his catalyst he was near to his opponents as its attacks were based on his fighting style, but he personally believed that bows were for the cowardly.

Those who wanted to fight but were too weak to even dare step foot onto a battlefield.

At least that’s what he thought before Capitano shoved a bow into his arms as he complained about needing something more to do. A new challenge.

And it opened his eyes.

Bows were not for the weak rather that they were for the stealthy. Something Childe was not the best at.

He was honestly more of a ‘punch more and talk later’ kind of guy. But the bow was forcing him to learn and grow, which was more than welcome in his book.

But this power was not something he had accessed yet. Hell, he’s barely felt anything like it with any other of his weapons. Closest he has ever gotten to this kind of power would be with Foul Legacy, and even then it’d be a stretch.

He’d even have the gall to say he could never feel this kind of power from his Master.

He watched as the area he sat in was bathed in a blue glow was his Vision and the arrow he still held grew brighter and brighter. With that, a gold shined through as the small golden piece on his bow - which now that he looked closer looked almost exactly like a piece of mora, just with the details buffered out - also glowed.

He couldn’t remember picking up any kind of ‘enchanted’ mora, just one random one he found on the roads right outside of Liyue.

It didn’t seem off in anyway-

His thoughts were cut off as Hydro swirled faster and stronger around him, knocking him off his knees and onto his ass, his grip on the arrow and bow tightening.

All the animals ran - of course including the small finch he was aiming for - from the sounds and lights, and something deep and primal inside of him wanted to run as well.

Something screamed that he wasn’t supposed to see this, to feel this.

Something was wrong.

Soon enough he couldn’t keep his grip on the arrow.

He let go.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍪🍫🍩୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

Everything was a blur to you.

All you knew was that you had to let go of this build up of power.

You had to.

Something bad would happen if you didn’t and god damn it you weren’t about to find out.

You truly, desperately, just wanted to go home.

The songs of narwhals and whales comforted you.

‘You will be okay’ they sang.

You would be okay.

Just let go.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍡🍪🍬୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

People in the city watched in shock as a forest not too far from the harbor became a light show of Hydro and golden light.

Small animals and creatures ran towards the city, this including monsters, but nothing stopped to attack. In fact, it seemed like everything was too scared to even consider attacking.

Ningguang and her guards quickly ran outside to asses the situation, meeting up with fellow Vision Holders on the edge of the city.

However, Xingqiu and Yelan seemed… out of it. And on top of that, Childe - though he wasn’t her favorite he was strong and could be of help - was no where to be found.

“Does anyone have a grasp on the situation?” Nigguang asked, only to receive shaken heads and no’s.

“I tried to get close,” started Xiao, “But something knocked me back. I was able to hear the Harbinger’s screams from inside, and from what I could gather, he doesn’t seem to be the… direct cause.” Despite what he said, Xiao seemed a bit upset at the fact that Childe wasn’t the true cause, likely just wanting an excuse to beat him up a little.

The Geo ridden Lady huffed befit finally turning her attention to the two Hydro users who seemed entranced by the lights.

“What are you-“

“They call to us.” Xingqiu cut her off.

“They sing for us.” Yelan finished.

Nigguang looked back to everyone else who simply shrugged, before noticing Zhongli also looked out of it, though before she could get a word out, he also spoke.

“It’s so calming… I have not felt true peace like this in…”

He didn’t even finish his sentence. His eyes, unlike the two Hydro users, were entranced by the golden lights that highlighted the light show.

Nigguang’s face was filled with confusion. Though she shook it off.

And again, before she could give out any orders, she was interrupted.

Though not by anyone, but by the lights themselves.

A flash of blue light blinded the group.

Then, the song of a group of narwhals and whales filled the sky.

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Blue and gold light enveloped near all of Liyue, the show being noticeable by all surrounding nations, Mondstadt especially.

And the air filled with the song of Narwhal and Whale alike.

A miracle of All-Devouring Narwhals and All-Encompassing Whales swam into the sky, dancing through the clouds.

They flew gently over Liyue, the nation having been stunned into shock and stillness over the whole situation.

Nigguang watched with bated breath as they sailed by the Jade Palace, only exhaling when they passed with not problem.

Keqing watched from beside Nigguang, mesmerized at the trail of celestial power flowing behind them.

Xiao rushed up buildings in order to get closer, but was knocked back by the sheer force of their power, though he was caught by a worried Ganyu. Both landed by an armed-and-ready Shenhe, who was more than ready to attack if need be.

Xingqiu and Yelan simply stared up at the miracle, their Visions resonating with Hydro energy they released. They felt empowered, and could feel the pure raw and unfiltered strength rolling off them in waves. They wanted to be close to that power. Wanted to feel that power.

Something deep inside them wanted that power.

Everyone in the city watched as the miracle flew just above their homes and businesses, making their presence all the more apparent as they bathed the golden city in royal blue.

This continued until a small bird was dumb enough to try and take flight to get away.

This bird being the one Childe had targeted- not that anyone knew.

The Whales and Narwhals corralled the bird, forcing it to fly higher and higher into the clouds, and it wasn’t long before all ginormous creatures followed behind it.

Then an even brighter flash of blue echoed across the skyline, small star-like glitters falling to Teyvat then fading from existence before they could touch its surface. A small amount of feathers followed after.

Nigguang could feel her jaw drop.

All that… to kill a bird?????

… She was going to need a week off just to comprehend what had just happened.

Keqing pat the woman on the back, sighing in tiredness as well.

She had a sneaking suspicion that Childe may have had something to do with this… event. Gods the paperwork she was about to be loaded with…

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍬🍯🍩୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

Childe had figured out what primal instinct had led him to hide in the cave he was currently tucked in.

Foul Legacy.

He had yet to really tell anyone, but due to his time in the Abyss and its creation, it was safe to say it pretty much had a mind of its own. Which wasn’t bad as it would help him to doge attacks or alert him of presences he may not have noticed himself, but the shrieking and crying he heard from it deep in his soul was enough to tell him that this whole situation was wrong.

Nothing about what just happened should have been… well it shouldn’t have happened to say anything.

He could still hear it, resonating deep inside his soul, Electro cracking out whenever he heard a noise he couldn’t identify.

It was protecting him.

As he would for it.

He didn’t dare draw another arrow from the bow in his grasp, not until he learned what the fuck just happened. Including the fact that for some odd reason, he desperately wanted to just… stare(?) at the Narwhals and Whales until they disappeared, luckily Foul Legacy snapped him right out of that and told him to find shelter.

He did have his Hydro blades out, however, patiently waiting till he - and Foul Legacy - felt safe enough to exit.

A sudden loud caw of a bird made him flinch - not his proudest moment - and kick the bow to the side. What he wasn’t expecting was the loud string of curses that came from… the… bow..?

So now it was pinned to the wall by one blade and a foot, the other blade pointed directly at… it? There were no weak points on a bow..?

…Were there..?

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍮🍨🍪୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

This is not what you wanted.

First, you get isekaied against your will; you didn’t even remember how you supposedly DIED… if you DID die anyway…

Two, you were reincarnated as MONEY. FUCKING MONEY. How does that… who comes up with that??? A fucking high schooler who has nothing better to do than write shitty fanfiction????

And finally, three… HE KICKED YOU!!! WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT TO THREATEN YOU?!?

You didn’t understand your powers, what the FUCK just happened, why Hydro just… became?? you??? And why on gods green earth you had to be MORA. You’re never gonna get over that you became MORA???? Like??? Really??????? Money????? You mean, you love the stuff but COME ON-

Jesus fuckin’-

Huffing at the man before you, you finally decided speak to this bitch before you because how dare he.

“Listen here-“

You were cut off by the blade moving closer to your body(??????) and Childe growling - yes. Growling - at you.

“No you listen. I don’t know what you are but what in the name of the Tsaritsa was that?”

If only this man could see your eye twitch.

“No how about YOU listen? I don’t know what the fuck that was, but I plan on figuring it out now could you PLEASE MOVE YOUR DAMN BLADES FROM MY FACE?!?!? God…”

The Hydro blades slowly removed themselves from your face, as did the boot. But you were then picked up by the man, held shockingly gently in his grip.

“What… are you?” He asked hesitantly.

“I… I honestly don’t know how to answer that question. But I’m pretty sure I’m that little Mora piece on the front.” You answered. You forced yourself to calm down. This wasn’t his fault, just so happened to be the guy who picked you up… this was going to be a mantra for a while…

“Oh… so your this little thing right here?” You felt his fingers wrap around you - and you mean your real body - and pull. Fear immediately filled your being.

“Wait! WAIT!-“ He tugged you right out, rendering you silent.

When he pulled you out, your body glowed and you reverted back to looking like a regular piece of mora. Engravings and all.

You, meanwhile, were screaming your head off, as you now knew that if removed from a weapon, you’d just be a regular ass piece of money again. Immediately you mind started racing, wondering as to way, and the only thing you could come up with was the Elemental Energy, but lore wasn’t really your strong suit… you just liked the pretty women and men…

You felt yourself gently being pressed into the slot carved for you in his bow, and started talking again.

“NEVER! Do that again, please. Unless absolutely necessary, don’t do that. You know how terrifying it is to be able to see and speak then move a couple inches and no longer be able to see or have others hear you? Fucking horrifying I’ll tell you that…” you watched the man shiver before sighing.

“Noted. Um… anything else I should be made aware of before I ask anymore questions?”

You jumped on the opportunity.

“Whenever I am apart of your weapons. Don’t. De. Summon. Them. Hurts like hell. Ever felt your molecules beings torn apart bit by bit? Not fun, don’t recommend it.” Again, Childe shivered.

“Now… you really don’t know what that was out there?” He asked again, and you sighed.

“I wish I did. I’ll admit, I was thinking of that one move you use as Foul Legacy where you summon a Whale… and a bit of your master…”

You watched as Childe’s eyes lit up.

“You know of Foul Legacy? And of my Master?” Then his eyes darkened.

“How do you know of them..?” You shivered… as well as money can shiver anyway.

“Uhm… magic?” You asked, a noticeable tilt in your voice.

His glare then lightened up.

“Oh! Like… when you attach to a weapon, you suddenly gain a bunch of knowledge on that person?” Holy shit he just gave you a way out!

“Uh… yeah! Yeah that’s exactly what it is! You figured it out! Sorry I was uh… hesitant. Just didn’t want to reveal all my secrets, you know?” Holy shit. Holy fuck. Please work please work-

“That’s really amazing! A magical piece of mora… with the ability to make your attacks beyond that of a God’s… heheheh…”

Oop. Shit. That was not good.

“Listen. I’m not going to do anything for you without my consent, you got that? I’m not even here of my own free will mind you. Just gained sentience in your bag and all of a sudden I’m a bow. This is going to be a symbiotic relationship or I’m finding someone else, alright?” You spoke up, not even hiding the fact that you were… well a little more than concerned with what he just said.

“… What are you going to do if I don’t respect your wishes?” Shit fuck shit fuck-

“… I will scream next time you use me.”

And into a standstill you both sat.

He stared at you and he could feel you glaring into him. It was probably weird feeling a bow glare into him. New feeling he never thought he’d feel before.

“… Alright. Taking someone’s free will isn’t really something I do anyway. So don’t be fearful… comrade?” Was he asking your name..?.. Eh. Comrade is nice and you don’t feel like giving it out so meh.

“Comrade works. And uhm… yeah.” Welp that was awkward. Good job 👍🏾!

The two of you continued to stare at each other in silence for a few moments.

“So… what’s your favorite dish?”

“I can’t eat asshole-“

“Childe!”

The mentioned man whipped his head in the direction of the call, honestly scaring you with how fast it moved - you are a hundred percent sure you heard a crack.

By the covered entrance of the cave stood Nigguang, Keqing, Zhongli and both Hydro Vision users. Nigguang was the one to call him.

“What are enough doing out here? Do you have any idea was caused… whatever that was?? And - as much as I hate to ask - are you alright?” She was firing questions out at an extreme speed, making both you and Childe dizzy.

“Uhm… I was hunting, I… haven’t the foggiest idea what you’re talking about! And yes , I am okay. Thank you for asking?” You knew he sucked ass a lying but like… how did that sound convincing in anyway?? The hesitation just made it worse!-

“You haven’t the foggiest clue, you say…” Keqing asked while glaring at the ginger. Ed She Ran lookin’ headass-

“Yep! No idea, not the slightest idea, definitely wasn’t my bow or the enchanted mora on it! Nope not at all.”

The group looked at him, and he looked at them.

They looked at him, and he looked at them.

They looked at him, and he looked at them.

And this went on for several minutes before this super smart man said:

“Yep, not me at all.”

And before anyone coup ask questions you groaned, forcing all attention into yourself before tearing him a new one.

“You dumb motherfucker! “I haven’t the foggiest idea😢” my ass!”

“How did you say that?-“

“Shut your bitchass up before I sew it shut. I should beat your ass for that. How they fuck you gonna say some shit like that and expect them to just go “Oh okay!😚” like some dumbass?”

“No really how-“

“I will slap the stupid outta you don’t fucking test me ginger bitch. Fatherless. That’s why your father sold you ass off it’s cause you so DAMN stupid, Jesus.”

“Mora?”

“What do you fucking want you cunt.”

“… We’re still in front of people.”

“… I will not hesitate to shoot all of you-“

… Nigguang was going to have so much paperwork tonight.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : MORA!READER MORA!READER MORA!READER MORA!READER MORA!READER LETS GIVE IT UP FOR MORA!READER!!!!! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

They’re here you guys!!!! Get happy get wild!!!! Holy shit that ending was mild!!! I hate it!!! Anyway-

This is gonna SAGAU because… meh. But that doesn’t matter! Their here! But I’m not done yet, next thing on my checklist is humanizing the animals (Main ones) so I’ll be be radio silent for a bit again lmao (unless I choose to post shit which is very likely-) ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Mora!Reader! More is, of course, on the way! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

Have a magnificent day/night my dears!~

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c( づ♡ Loves you guys!! <3

[bentleysbeetle]

Hey Beetle, my front tyre is flat and I'm out of miracles for the day. The guy from the repair shop wants to charge me £47 to change both tyres, because they don't have the same brand as my back one in stock. Now, I think I can get away with cycling with two different tyres, but it would be better if I found a repair shop with the same tyres instead. What do the cards say? Would really appreciate the input.

@totally-a-sheep

//Beetle secretary again: I am still translating seeing as Beetle has not un-become a cat since last reading//

Oh no!!! Hi Luc!! That sounds tough, I got my tarot cards as quick as I could!!! I'm doing a simple read for you, 3 cards. The 1st one is the past, the 2nd one is the present and the 3rd one is the future.

First you got the two of swords!! They have their points up so that probably means 2 punctured tires!!! but you actually got it upside down, so that means before you had two NOT punctured tires. Which I think is true. Right?

UM. THE SECOND ONE IS DEATH. THAT MEANS YOU ARE DYING D: Maybe... Oh gosh..... Maybe you had an accident when your tire went flat and now you have a concussion and you're going to die :( I'm so sorry Luc I love you so much I'm gonna miss you

Okay uhhh... In better news, there is a knight with a wand, and he's on a horse! But he's upside down though... Ummm... I think he means travel, since he's on a horse, and the wand could mean it's a magical journey? So you are going to NOT have magical travel. You will have very little travel, and the travel you will have is bad. So whatever your intuition is telling you to do about this: DO THE OPPOSITE!! OR ELSE YOUR BIKE WILL BE HORRIBLE! and maybe you'll continue dying!!!! :(

Um... Please don't die!!! Wear 3 helmets maybe?? I love you! :(

//Serious reading under the cut!//

//Alright. Let's get on with it Luc, here's your more serious answer.

A two of swords in reverse usually means suspicion. It's like, lack of trust, treachery (my booklet mentions in partnerships specifically), and you know, be careful of people looking out to manipulate you. This one fell out as I was shuffling the deck, FACE UP. It was the only card to do this. I think this is a sign. Your tire going flat was NOT a coincidence. This? This was SABOTAGE. By SOMEONE YOU TRUST!

The second card. Oh my god okay it's a lot different than it sounds. It signifies change, things ending and beginning, hindsight, it represents opportunities, the card represents a necessary end to something. Your tire was meant to go flat, Luc. Because now? Now you have all these opportunities. You could have a dual tired bike, like some cursed version of a penny-farthing, you could get brand new fancy tires, or you could go back to usual! The world is your oyster, and this is your sign to make Oysters Rockefeller. Or Oyster Omelette. Whatever squeezes your lemon. This is the start of a new tire era, Luc.

Okay, I wasn't TOO off with the travel stuff, because the knight of wands represents creativity and progress! However, in reverse it represents... Falsehood, and lack of progress >:O! The knight of wands is someone who will talk a lot about a project, but do nothing about it! He's a representation of judging people by their actions, and not their words. Now, I'm taking this as a sign that you should probably be a bit wary of the people from the various repair shops. This first guy for example, why didn't he give you a discount because he didn't have your brand of tires in stock? That's not *your* fault! Covering a small expense like that is totally a worthy investment, after all next time you need a tire change you'd know that guy has your back! Instead you have to pay more?? Consider your options here! Consider your options and go to someone who actually sounds trustworthy! Hope this helps <333

[the-other-art-blog]

I wrote something...

Happy Sophie casting day! I can't believe it happened on a Friday afternoon.

I saw that rumor that the lake scene may be tones down and I never wanted something more. So, this is how I would handle that scene on the show.

You can read it on the link above or after the cut:

“Who is out there?” he called out.

Sophie froze. What was she supposed to do? Afraid and embarrassed, she closed her eyes tightly and stopped breathing, as if that would make her invisible. She prayed for a hole to open under the ground to escape.

“Sophie?!” He asked astonished that she was spying on him. “Good God, what the hell are you doing here?”

Sophie came out of the bushes and stood turning her back to Benedict while he got dressed. Now that Benedict knew she was there, a rush of embarrassment came over her.

“I went for a walk. What are you doing here?” she countered. “You’re supposed to be ill. That”—she waved her arm toward him and, by extension, the pond—“can’t possibly be good for you.”

Sophie kept her eyes on the knothole in the tree trunk in front of her, trying to ignore the sound of Benedict dressing up. 

It was no use. She had a dreadfully wicked imagination, and there was no getting around it.

“You may turn around now.”

She turned her head around first to make sure he was, in fact, dressed. She was relieved and If she was to be honest with herself, a fair bit of disappointment, he was quite decently dressed, save for a smattering of damp spots where the water from his skin had seeped through the fabric of his clothing.

“Were you spying on me?” Benedict said with his charismatic grin.

“I wasn’t!” She said in an acute tone that betrayed her. His grin only grew.

“It’s very bad form to spy on one’s host,” he said, planting his hands on his hips and somehow managing to look both authoritative and relaxed at the same time.

“It was an accident,” she grumbled.

“Oh, I believe you there,” he said. “But even if you didn’t intend to spy on me, the fact remains that when the opportunity arose, you took it.”

“Do you blame me?”

He grinned. “Not at all. I would have done precisely the same thing.”

Her mouth fell open.

“Oh, don’t pretend to be offended,” he said.

“I’m not pretending.”

He leaned a bit closer. “To tell the truth, I’m quite flattered.”

“It was academic curiosity,” she ground out. “I assure you.”

His smile grew sly. “So you’re telling me that you would have spied upon any naked man you’d come across?”

“Of course not!”

“As I said,” he drawled, leaning back against a tree, “I’m flattered.”

“Well, now that we have that settled,” Sophie said with a sniff, “I’m going back to Your Cottage.”

“Wait, Sophie,” Benedict said barely touching her arm to stop her.

“You have already embarrassed me beyond repair. What more could you possibly wish to do to me?” Sophie pleaded but she also didn’t move. “Please, let me go hide in a hole. You’re obviously not sick anymore. You don’t need me.”

“I’m not sure about that.” He said quietly, almost to himself. 

Gently, he caressed the inside of her forearm, touching the inside of her elbow. Suddenly, Sophie wasn’t in Wiltshire on a lake, she was in Bridgerton House in Grosvenor Square, specifically on a private terrace with Benedict. Benedict was having a similar experience, although he was not sure why, only that this moment with Sophie had brought up sensations he hadn’t felt for anyone but the Lady in Silver. 

The air suddenly felt hot, very hot, and Sophie had the bizarre sense that she no longer quite knew how to work her hands and feet. Her skin tingled, her heart raced, and the bloody man was just staring at her, not moving a muscle, not pulling her the final few inches against him.

Just staring at her.

“Benedict?” she whispered, forgetting that she still called him Mr. Bridgerton. He smiled. It was a small, knowing sort of smile, one that sent chills right down her spine to another area altogether. 

“I like when you say my name,” he said.

“I didn’t mean to,” she admitted.

“So pretty,” he said softly, “like a storybook fairy. Sometimes I think you couldn’t possibly be real.”

Her only reply was a quickening of breath.

“I think I’m going to kiss you,” he whispered.

“You think?”

“I think I have to kiss you,” he said, looking as if he couldn’t quite believe his own words. “It’s rather like breathing. One doesn’t have much choice in the matter.”

Benedict’s kiss was achingly tender.

[There’s a big chunk from the book that I don’t want to copy, but I would leave it the same.]

“You’re crying,” Benedict said, touching her cheek.

Sophie blinked, then reached up to wipe away the tears she hadn’t even known were falling.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered.

She shook her head. No, she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to kiss her just as he had at the masquerade, the gentle caress giving way to a more passionate joining. And then she wanted him to kiss her some more, because this time the clock wasn’t going to strike midnight, and she wouldn’t have to flee.

“Who are you, Sophie?” he asked. “Who are you, really?”

She spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. “What do you mean?”

“Something isn’t quite right about you,” he said. “You speak too well to be a maid.”

Her hand was nervously fidgeting with the folds of her skirt as she said, “Is it a crime to wish to speak well? One can’t get very far in this country with a lowborn accent.”

“You could be a governess.”

“I have no references. My previous employment didn’t end in the best circumstances and I was let go with nothing. I was lucky Mrs. Cavender accepted me without them, but she could only offer me a position as a housemaid. Besides, with only her in the house, she didn’t need another lady’s maid, let alone a governess.”

“You could be a lady’s maid,” he suggested. “At least then you wouldn’t be cleaning chamber pots.”

“You’d be surprised,” she muttered.

“A companion to an elderly lady?”

She sighed. It was a sad, weary sound, and it nearly broke his heart. “You’re very kind to try to help me,” she said, “but I have already explored all of those avenues. Besides, I am not your responsibility.”

“You could be.”

She looked at him in surprise.

He gently caressed her cheek, making her close her eyes momentarily to enjoy the feeling. 

“Mr. Bridgerton,” she yelped.

“Benedict,” he corrected, his lips at her ear.

“Come to London with me, Sophie. Come live with me,” he said gently.

“What?”

“Come with me. I can take care of you, you won’t need to worry about work ever again.”

“You want me to be your mistress,” she said flatly.

He gave her a confused look, although she couldn’t be sure whether that was because her statement was so obvious or because he objected to her choice of words. “I want you to be with me,” he persisted.

The moment was so staggeringly painful and yet she found herself almost smiling. “How is that different from being your mistress?”

“Sophie—”

“How is it different?” she repeated, her voice growing strident.

“I don’t know, Sophie.” He sounded impatient. “Does it matter?”

“It does to me.”

“Sophie—” 

“No. I can’t do this, Benedict,” she said, barely able to look at him. She took a couple of steps back. 

Benedict cleared his throat, lowered his head, and looked to his left, clearly embarrassed to be rejected. In two years he hadn’t opened his heart to anyone. The heartbreak the Lady in Silver left and the hope to find her hadn’t let him. But now, with Sophie, the feelings of being with someone like in his past adventures came back. If he set a house for her, he could visit her.

“I better go.” She began walking towards the house.

“Wait, Sophie, let me explain,” he pleaded as he followed behind.

“You don’t have to, I understand perfectly what you mean. And the answer is no. Nothing you could say could make me become your mistress.” She said, not stopping.

“Alright, but we still need to go to London. I promised I would find you a job at my mother’s house.”

“And I told you I could find a job for myself. I’ll go to town and make inquiries, someone must be looking for a maid.”

“What if it’s another house like the Cavenders?” He asked concerned. Sophie stopped, right before she went into the house. She stayed quiet, visibly frustrated because he was right. 

“Please, in my mother’s house, there’s only her and my young siblings. You will be safe there, well fed too. The staff is well paid as far as I know. My mother will find a post for you even without references. My sister Eloise is always in need of a maid, and Hyacinth could use another tutor.” He could see Sophie’s shoulders relaxing. He interprets it as a good time to come closer again. As she didn’t retreat, he reached her arm. “I won’t see you cast adrift.”

“I have been adrift all my life,” she whispered, and she felt the traitorous sting of tears prick her eyes. God above, she didn’t want to cry in front of this man. Not now, not when she felt so off-balance and weak.

He touched her chin. “Let me be your anchor.”

“I promise you’ll be safe. We could leave today after dinner or we can ask Mrs. Crabtree to prepare something for the trip and have dinner at an inn.”

“An inn?” She asked skeptical.

“There is no way we are reaching London within a day. We have to make stops to change horses regularly and eat something. I always stop at an inn in Oxfordshire. It’s a reputable place, I promise.”

Sophie considered her options. Benedict was right, he was her best shot, her only shot at safety. She hated that. She always hated being so vulnerable.

“Alright. I can go tell Mrs. Crabtree. Hopefully, she hasn’t begun making dinner.”

“I’ll prepare the phaeton.”

Sophie nodded weakly but made her way to the kitchen.

Notes:

What do you think? This way we don't get into very problematic territory. The proposal is still there because I think it's a necessary part of the story, but I reread the chapters for this and ugh, it's too much. I don't want to get too attached to rumors, but a toned-down lake scene is definitely on my wish list. So, they could replicate the same kiss they had at the masquerade, same gestures, hands position, etc. Just to show visually that it's happening again. I don't know, is that a good idea?

[peppermintstarsonamintyway]

sea fox post time

All under the cut cause I'm gonna ramble like crazy <3

The sea fox is genuinely absolutely massive, it's not obvious in this image but the damn thing is huge, more than big enough to fit a good few life boats and row boats in it (and fit them it does)

The sea fox is so large because it used to be a flagship, things have changed a lot since then (although it is still just as big and long (don't take that out of context)) but nonetheless it's still a functional ship, and Marbled gets repairs and upgrades done on it frequently

When Marbled had acquired the ship, it wasn't in particularly good condition, so he took it to a friend and they basically striped the ship down to it's skeleton and then rebuilt it, with Marbled's specifications of course

The ship does still have all of it's sails and stuff, it genuinely needs them to move, these images are just more simplified for the sake of I don't know how to draw ships-

The ship has massive ear shaped buoys on each side, which are meant to keep the ship from sinking in particularly stormy and weather and in the case of aggressive sea monsters (they are also just there to keep the ship more stable)

You might be wondering, "Why is there what looks to be a lamp on the end of the 'tail' of the ship?" Short answer, Blue Moonstone.

Long answer, Marbled had it installed after an incident where Moonstone got turned around and disoriented during a particularly nasty and foggy storm in some unfortunately murky water, her tail smacked into the side of the ship by accident due to her confusion, they eventually got her up into the ship and after that storm Marbled opted to make a detour back to his friend to get the lamp installed.

Circling back to the life boat talk-

One thing about the sea fox is that it has a "mouth" so to speak, two massive metal pieces, of which are connected by a surprisingly strong chain, and the bottom jaw lowers to allow life boats and row boats into the safety of the built in dock in the ship

Marbled used to be a lot kinder back when he first had the dock installed, things have changed and he's realized things, but he refuses to remove the dock, because even if he's a jackass sometimes now he can't allow himself to let people die, even if they deserve it

The crew's quarters are absolutely massive, involving pretty much an entire living room alongside all the beds and hammocks, the crew live pretty well in their own opinion and they wouldn't trade it for anything

The loot and major supply storage is connected to the infirmary, of which the infirmary door is, kind of stuck permanently open :'D unfortunate for the sea fox's paramedic, but at the least everything in there is very easy to tie down

The kitchen has it's own food storage just above it, which the quartermaster (remember the buff lady i was drawing the other day alongside two other cookies? yeah she's the quartermaster) is grateful because it makes sending the small crew members for ingredients a lot easier

A fun thing to know is that the whole crew (spare for the littles) all take turns cooking, even Marbled takes a turn every so often

The brig/prison is placed close to the ship entrance of the dock, another set of stairs just outside the second door leading up to the brig. The space in between the two doors is sort of just a mud room, if you've ever had one of those- put short anyone brought in from the dock is checked over for injuries, general sickness, and cleaned up before they're properly brought onto the ship

The captain's quarters are at the top of the ship, and include Marbled's office at the front of the room, and then up a few small steps and behind a door, is his bedroom, lavishly furnished and with a large round bed for his comfortability (trying to sleep in a rectangular bed as a centaur can be, awkward-), his bedroom is like the definition of cozy

Unfortunately for Marbled he does not get his bedroom to himself because Moonstone and multiple of the littler crewmates can and will barge into his bedroom and lay down with him without warning (the littles need the comfort and Moonstone is very used to sleeping in cuddle piles)

(don't worry he gets used to the lack of privacy eventually, and finds ways around 'em)

Alright I think that's enough rambling from me (questions are welcome <3)

[starry-blue-echoes]

I had another ideaaaaaaarrrgghhhhhh

It's an idea for Rose Gold. The first iteration of Paisley Park's public body is... almost right. There's something subtly off about it, be it behavior or some visual difference or a difference in motion that sends the whole thing into the uncanny valley.

Over time, Paisley Park gets better about this, acts more human, moves more fluidly. But for those first few months, Paisley Park does draw the attention of the Rock Humans living in Morioh who... come to the wrong conclusion. After all, moving stiffly? Not quite acting like a human? Appearing out of nowhere? That all sounds a bit like a Rock Human who just integrated into society. They don't make contact with Paisley Park yet, but they do keep this info in mind. Just in case.

(One of the groups later tries to blackmail Paisley Park. They think it works. It Doesn't.)

Y e s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s

maybe the first time Paisley went out, she did it by herself. The kids were of course watching, but they did it from afar. If they were with her when she appeared out of "nowhere" people would ask questions. Questions a pair of pre-teens weren't in any way prepared to answer

she wears very covering, baggy clothing, but it does little to fully hide the slight jerk of her movements or how her face is a little too blank and neutral, almost like she has to think before expressing. She simply walks around and tries to blend in

(despite all of Yasuho's offers and attempts, Paisley doesn't speak. She'll text, she'll write, she'll even sign, but she never talks and Yasuho doesn't force her to. That's just how Paisley is to her, and she doesn't want to make her friend uncomfortable)

there are a few more excursions after that alongside more tests, during and after which Yasuho takes notes on what can be improved upon. There are rumors about Paisley, Morioh is a small town afterall, but eventually Paisley can mostly pass as a person without too many stares and that makes all three of them happy. Paisley also gets rather excited because it means she can go out into the world and do things with Yasuho and not have to worry about keeping secret. She does find it upsetting how long it takes to build up a socially acceptable bond before the two can interact without people talking and implying things, but she's willing to wait

they also craft a story for her. Her name didn't need changing, and legal documentation were practically child's play for her to forge. Soon, one Miss Paisley Park exists. She's a woman in her early 20s from overseas who moved to Japan for a fresh start. She lives alone a decent ways outside the town limits but visits Morioh as a bus stop is close to her home. She works in technology and coding, usually from home, and has no relatives nearby

For most people it's good enough. Most people barely think twice. Most people accept it without too many questions

But to Rock Humans? Rock Humans who've had to make their own stories to blend in? this is practically a flashing neon sign

the final nail in the coffin is when Miss Paisley doesn't visit for over a month without warning and when asked why, she responds that she'd gone on a business trip. Hibernation, they think. What else could it have been?

(the answer is an accident. The kids and Paisley had made the mistake of testing her Combat Suit in the lab and her Human Suit was an unforutnate casualty. It wasnt bad enough that it needed to be scrapped, but repairs took time)

a couple Rock Humans approach her, mostly out of curiosity. No one's ever seen or heard of her before, so she's obviously young and this is likely her first time in a human settlement. They never talk about anything incriminating or too specific, afterall they are in public and despite attempts, no one's been able to follow her back home. Eventually they start building up this idea of who she is and her goals here

Paisley is naturally completely oblivious and just thinks she's gotten attention, which in her mind isn't too good

for shits and giggles, I honestly think it'd be so funny for all the Rock Humans to think they've gotten Paisley nailed down only to be further off then they expected

and for further chaos, maybe after the aformentioned failed blackmailing, one Rock Human makes the mistake of targeting Yasuho and gets sorta..... haunted for a bit, ie: Miss Paisley disappears for a couple weeks and spends the entire time following this guy around and terrorizing him

[idwtransformers-vibe]

This is my airline human-cybertronian airline idea. I hope yall enjoy!

Feel free to add any ideas!

Soul-Spark Airways:

This is a commercial airline, technically. It was created in Ireland. They had gotten the idea of letting bots stay in their country after finding some trying to get around unnoticed. So they decided to implement bots into their population, and of course, they needed jobs, so this airline was created for both humans and bots to work together.

Because of the bots, the company became very versatile in terms of travel. As bots with an aircraft alt-mode can fly through space, but only for cargo transportation, and only one or two humans come along. The humans are called C-R (Cargo-Runners), The bots are called S-R (Space-Runners). The overall job for both bot and human is called S-T (Space-Transportation). This job is actually proven to be very dangerous as it, of course, travels to Cybertron or Canimus to deliver or pick up cargo, so it is likely to run into some hostility along the way. But they also do cargo runs on Earth between nation to nation.

Cargo-Runners:

C-R's are humans responsible for keeping track of the cargo and its security. Since they are small enough to walk around inside and sleep in the bots alt-mode, this job is, of course, mostly for humans. Unfortunately, during travels through space, they are targeted quite often, so having combat training is a must. It is also required of them to know maintenance and logistics. Sometimes, their bot companion will need repairs when there aren't any Medi-maintenance around, and they handle their own logistics.

Space-Runners:

S-R's are MASSIVE bots who transform into the alt-mode of a commercial aircraft. Except their engine systems are 10x's stronger than regular aircrafts, especially since they have the engine power to fly through space. They do not carry regular passengers, not humans, at least because they aren't normal aircrafts. Occasionally, they'll transport one or two bots. But for the most part, they travel with their C-R, and that's it. Passengers must board a regular aircraft that is part of the company.

These guys are given the right of way on ramp and the runaway because, again, they have extremely powerful engines, so all the normal aircrafts must wait before doing pushback from their gates. Unless they want to be responsible for a tragic accident.

S-R's have a built-in oxygen system in their alt-mod, as well as gravity. This is so the C-R can breathe normally and do their job without issues. In case the system so happens to malfunction, there are oxygen masks, and C-R's are required to wear magnetic boots.

On a added note: S-R's are very protective of their C-R's. So don't mess with their C-R's

Medi-Maintenance:

M-M's are basically medics for any bot who works for the airline. The M-M could be bot or human. They all do maintenance on S-R's for the most part, especially heavy maintenance of it is needed. Due to mechanical knowledge of the M-M's, they do maintenance on company vehicles just to keep things flowing without a hitch.

Logistics Attendants:

L-A's handle supply. So if a bot or an aircraft needs a part, L-A's are the people M-M's go to. They order parts and issue them out to specific bots and aircrafts. They can also send out unservicable parts to the airline repair stations or process engine removals for the M-M's. These guys also have several different levels in their jobs, as certain L-A's have access to parts where a regular one doesn't. They can also go out on ramp and deliver parts to a flight or pick up parts from a flight.

Humans stationed on Cybertron/Canimus:

C-R's have to go through heavy security. They have to have a certain badge to have access to be in Cybertron. Their access is different from political figures' access. This is because C-R's could be transporting extremely important or dangerous cargo.

But security is a little easier to get through if they're already stationed on Cybertron. They are already assigned quaters/housing. They tend to remain their usual small size as it is easier to do maintenance on their bot companion that way. So, it is not uncommon to see a tiny company truck driving around with a human inside it going about their business, some bots think it's cute seeing them honk their horn letting them know they're about to pass or come around the corner.

Unfortunately, some bots do not like the fact that there are humans stationed on their planet. So the S-R's are always on high alert when they see their human buddy interacting with other bots. When they see one is being slightly rude towards the human, they intervene immediately.

- Families

Some humans, of course, have children. So the airport on Cybertron they're stationed at already has a school system and daycare in place. These kids sometimes develop Cybertronian slag when interacting with sparklings. It's quite interesting to witness.

Also! These kids end up becoming fluent in the Cybertronian language, as well as their parents. This makes them the maps for new arrival humans 😂

And human children born on Cybertron use the term carrier and sire! Those who were moved to Cybertron still use mom and dad.

Bots stationed on Earth:

Depending on the country, bots are allowed to live amongst humans. Although different countries can give them a difficult time when trying to travel, as some countries are not comfortable with the thought of giant robots, but they'll put up with the process for the most part if it means getting cargo faster.

A lot of humans MUST steer clear when driving around them or just being around them in general. These bots do not always see the humans, so while they try to be vigilant of their surroundings, humans must do their part to be vigilant as well.

- Families

Like humans, bots have their own kids as well. Bots sometimes actually shrink themselves and their sparklings down a lot. Like human children on Cybertron, sparklings get a school system and daycare set up.

Depending on the country, sparklings actually develop certain accents, slangs, and speak the dominant language of the country they're stationed in with their creator! Shockingly enough, these sparklings actually use the term mom and dad of they are born on Earth. Those who were moved to Earth still use carrier and sire.

Protocols (there's more, but I am just going to list the main ones):

Emergency S-R 481 & 559:

Code: Blue

This emergency is when a wounded S-R arrives, emergency. M-M's respond to the emergency while L-A's prep all the parts necessary that the C-R communicated before landing.

This also goes for non S-R bots if in need of medical assistance.

Emergency 278:

Code: Purple

This emergency is for injured humans. It is the other coworkers job to do their best to help them until an ambulance arrives. Such as keeping them still, holding them a specific way, or CPR if they are trained.

Emergency 117:

Code: Red

This emergency is specifically for S-R's and C-R's. If they are traveling through space and so happen to be attacked, C-R will communicate to either bots on Earth or Cybertron/Canimus. Whichever one they are closest to. This normally happens if this a fight S-R can't take without risking the C-R's life to a certain degree. Typically, the S-R are able to defend themselves.

Department numbers:

Space-Transportation: 117

Medi-Maintenance: 481

Logistics-Attendant: 559

Medical Emergency response: 278

[wuxiaphoenix]

Progress Report: Colors First Draft Set

I have now filled in the majority of the holes in the rough draft, except for the ship battle. So I now have a first draft of The Words of the Night (hopefully the first book of Colors of Another Sky). I’m planning to get a printout of the most recent edits, then let it sit for a couple of days before I look at it again, so I have fresh eyes on what needs to be fixed.

Some things I already know need to be fixed include:

The ship battle. Which has the subset tasks of read the history books, sketch a plausible scenario, and then write the darned bit.

Various small holes of “need more description here”. May also require reviewing my research materials.

Characterization of one character in particular whose voice and actions were slippery to pin down through a lot of the story. I think I’ve got enough coherent backstory for that person now to shake things into order, I’ll just need to check scenes and dialogue to see what needs glosses.

Overall “voice” checks for all of the characters, to tidy up any, “He would not say that. Or at least he wouldn’t phrase it that way.”

More setting and action description. That’s just a given; my roughs always need more of that added.

Noting any stray story threads, so they either get tied up neatly or put into a list of “and here’s what we need to address in the next stories.”

...I’m sure a few more this-needs-fixes will jump out at me as I work on it. And I want to write the short stories. And mess with the cover blurb, and write a longer page blurb for Amazon....

No projected completion date yet. In part because my nerves are a bit threadbare, between allergies/whatever bugs are going around, and the state of the economy. I mean, an auto insurance rate jump of over 20% in one year? That’s just... boggling.

(Nope, no accidents, no reckless driving at all. This was a pretty much statewide rate increase on everybody, because - they say - cost of car repairs and number of accidents in general is up. So even we careful drivers are taking a hit.)

I’m sure I’m not the only one staring at next year like the edge of an oncoming cliff. Who knows what prices are going to do then?

So. Best I can do is keep at it.

I do have a worldbuilding question to toss at all of you. So far I’ve worked out the rough shape of how history went AU in East Asia for the Colors ‘verse, but I’ve only very gingerly poked what happened in Europe. Specifically I ought to figure out what happened to the Catholic Church and how the Protestant Reformation changed, if at all, given actual monsters and magic started turning up... oh, around 1280 AD or so.

Given that’s more or less the start of the Little Ice Age and there were some horrendous famines, there may have been a Zombie Apocalypse. Or two.

(Okay, more a vampire-apocalypse-of-the-folkloric-vampire-variety. Because many vampires in folklore are like movie zombies, not like Dracula.)

So far I’m sure that England did split from the Catholic Church. I’m also sure that Celtic Christianity may be a bit more present in the current Church than it was historically, given my bunnies are convinced that the Irish have produced a lot of good, determined monster hunters.

I’m not trying to work out a whole detailed timeline. Just... a general shape of how religion might have been shaken up. If anyone has thoughts or reference material suggestions, feel free to drop me a line!

...At some point I need to lightly brush the Ottoman Empire, too. It must exist in some fashion. Otherwise the Portuguese wouldn’t have tried the sea route to China!

[builtlikeastickofcelery]

i deleted the ask by accident im so sorryyy

@nrrrdgrrrl2002​

AUGHGHGHGH THANK YOU okay i just feel like his character captures my personal neurodivergent (?) (ish??) experience so well, specifically because of the way he’s written.

He has a hard time with close friendships and measures them by longevity (ex. the friend he’d had since 2nd grade ghosting him after an accident which, while obviously a terribly thing to happen, isn’t average 7-year friendship behavior) and doesn’t seem to share a lot about his personal life with anyone except, to a small extent, april. Instead he chooses to emphasize the bold or loud aspects of his personality to the point that he doesn’t seem like much past the facepaint and hockey sticks. Sort of like mikey, he’s not viewed as the smart one (though to less of an extent since he’s not as silly goofy) despite the fact that he is really smart, he just isn’t built for the public school system. He can build a taser into a hockey glove but needs tutoring to pass school. He can engage in full combat on foot, ice skates, and roller blades, repair cars, and cook (presumably), but sucks at geometry or algebra or whatever. He’s smart, really smart, but his teachers don’t care. (Or maybe they do and i’m totally wrong canon is super vague about it).

Also, a lot of his friendships in the show feel knee-deep. Not necessarily shallow, but not fully fleshed out, and this super super applies to me. Like, he’s been through a ton of shit with april and the turtles but he’s never really talked about himself or his childhood or anything with them, at least not to the extent that the rest of the main characters get to. And I think it’s on purpose. I think that’s part of the character he makes for himself, because that’s the character I make. And I do it totally unconsciously and never notice that I’m concerningly different from myself until someone asks me if i’m sad or upset and all i’ve done is relax. All the things I do are things i notice in casey’s character portrayal throughout all of 2012. He’s loud and acts the way he does because it’s easier to be like that than remind himself to be a Fleshed Out Character With Clear Feelings And Motivations.  Just to be clear, i use the term “making a character” very generously because that’s just a quick descriptor; nothing from how casey is written/presents his personality isn’t an already present trait of his, it’s just how he emphasizes those traits around other people (usually) unconsciously. It’s not like he’s purposefully not being emotionally vulnerable/giving people personal details abt himself/his life, he just can’t do it.  i really hope this was coherent casey is just like me fr so this was great to write down, if someone wants to tl;dr this for me that would be great bc i have no clue how to summarize this absolute behemoth of text

[sophiegoose]

Sizeshifter!Miguel Character Notes

Making good on my promise to post some of my Spiderverse G/t stuff in the tag, here's the first bit of stuff I'll be sharing: some character/lore notes for my Sizeshifter!Miguel.

This is the concept I've workshopped the least out of all my Spiderverse G/t so far, so for now it's basically a collection of character notes instead of a full profile/storyline as of yet, but I hope it's still a fun read. Enjoy, my fellow size difference enjoyers.

Name: Miguel O'Hara ("Teyo" or "Tabor" at work)

Age: 31

Height: variable, hovers somewhere between 5 feet and 7 feet tall, usually

-Comes from a universe where Miguel got sizeshifting powers instead of spider powers

-Was a physicist instead of a geneticist

-An experiment went haywire, resulting in him getting catapulted out of his multiverse and through several others, resulting in the laws of physics not quite working right for him again when he returned to his home dimension

-He'd been massively quantum-displaced, gaining the power to mass shift whilst ignoring the square-cube law, able to grow and shrink in size without limit without biological consequence

-Unfortunately, his accident did not give him CONSCIOUS control of his powers, them instead being controlled unconsciously, fluctuating alongside his emotional and mental state

-Particularly stimulating emotions like anger, fear, panic, or happiness cause him to grow, while sedating emotions such as sadness, despair, and exhaustion cause him to shrink

-Given his highly stressful work life and deep-rooted depression, Miguel had to quickly come up with a solution to control his powers and prevent them from hurting himself or others

-Working alongside his universe's Lyla, he was able to craft a wearable device to help keep his powers in-check

-It appears to be thick black steel choker necklace, but is actually a highly complex device: it has an on-board heart rate monitor, direct hook-ups to Miguel's nervous system, and microneedles for injecting substances to keep him regulated

-When his heart rate or mental state dip too low, the device injects a small dose of modified (non-addictive) Rapture to bring him back to baseline, and when his heart rate increases too much or his mental state starts to get too stimulated, it injects him with a small dose of tranquilizer

-While it works quite well for him, the fact that he has to wear the device and be drugged at all times just to keep his powers vaguely under control doesn't do great things for his mental health. He often refers to the device derisively as his "collar," and is not fond of people pointing it out

-His collar regularly needs to be refilled with drugs and repaired, and these times when it's off/not at full functioning strength are extremely stressful to him, usually manifesting in many small, rapid fluctuations in height, which sometimes comes with nausea

-In general, he views his powers as a curse, and is always looking for new technology to help him better control them

-Works at Spider Society HQ as a engineer and repair man, often working alongside regular Miguel on tech projects and building maintenance

-He was recruited to the Spider Society by accident: his quantum shift resulted in him being mistaken for a Miguel in a nearby dimension to his who had spider powers, but with regular Miguel's permission he joined the Spider Society anyway and helps out around HQ. He also (very rarely) goes on missions, mostly when his specific skillset is needed

-He joined the Spider Society due to believing in regular Miguel's rhetoric about canon events and stabilizing the multiverse...but also out of curiosity towards other timespace-displaced individuals, as well as wanting to snoop on Earth-928's technology to look for further means of controlling his powers

-This Miguel is much lankier and not nearly as jacked as regular Miguel, and has longer, curlier hair. He sometimes pulls his hair back into a short ponytail, and he has ice-blue, almost silver eyes.

-Wears circular, orange-tinted glasses, not for his eyesight but for light-blocking purposes, since he's staring at holoscreens all day at work. The lenses are also specially-treated to act as eye protection when he's welding

-Generally wears casual clothes. Can usually been seen in baggy cargo pants and a slightly-oversized long-sleeve grey shirt, both of which are usually smeared in stains from oil and rust and full of small cuts and holes from getting caught on machinery. Occasionally wears a somewhat oversized, futuristic-looking grey coat, which seems to be a favorite of his

-Goes by a nickname (usually Teyo or Tabor) when he's at HQ to prevent him being mixed up with regular Miguel, since they have very similar voices and personalities and work on similar projects

-Does NOT like being compared to his alternate, as he finds him abrasive and thinks he's too full of himself. The feeling is mutual

-It's not uncommon to hear the two of them arguing as they work on the same piece of broken machinery, yelling over eacother in technobabble, trying to prove the other one wrong...thankfully, the work still gets done

-He's usually very reserved, not letting much emotion or opinion bleed through when he speaks, trying to regulate himself emotionally as much as he can...but push him too much and you'll quickly find out that he has the same sassiness that normal Miguel has, and isn't afraid unleash his some very cutting insults when given the chance

-On the other hand, he also has a much softer side that he rarely shows

-While definitely not an active superhero, Miguel has used his powers on occasion in his home dimension to help people. He has a disguise he wears when doing so that hides his face, keeping his identity a secret

-Over time, he's slowly gained some control over his powers. He can maintain certain heights and slow his size shifts with focus and lack of outside stimuli, which he'll occasionally use at work (shrinking to reach a particularly difficult circuit that needs a repair, growing to move or shift something big or heavy, etc.), but doing so is very physically and mentally taxing and can leave him burnt out afterwards

-That being said, he's very sheepish about his powers and tries not to use them in the presence of others often, partially because he's concerned he'll hurt someone, and partially because he's embarrassed that he has so little control over his powers compared to all the other people around HQ. Everyone else seems to have this superhero business figured out but him, and that fact gets to him a bit

-Knows Spanish, English, and Hebrew, with English as his third language. Sometimes struggles to fully express what he wants to say in English, can get a bit wordy/often comes off as overly formal. MUCH less so in his other two languages

-Has some sensory issues, mostly revolving around texture and touch. Enjoys fluffy and soft textures, and as such his office and his home are full of soft, squishy, and fluffy things for him to hold and rest against

-Catch him turning his collar off after a long, crappy day at work and shrinking down to flop on top of a particularly soft plushie in the big pile of them he has in his room

-Alternatively, big, annoyed Miguel shoving his head down onto his bed and pile of plushies and screaming into it like it's one big pillow as he fills the room

-Has a fondness for techno and trance music, often blasting it loudly when he's working on something to help him focus. Follow what sounds like a rave happening at HQ and you'll probably find him working on something, somewhere

-It's unknown what the current status of his family is. No one is sure whether he has a daughter, a spouse, siblings, anything, not even regular Miguel. He doesn't talk about them much, for some reason

-Will only remove/deactivate/turn down the power on his collar around people he trusts and loves. If he does any of these things around you consider it a high compliment

-When having a particularly bad day he'll let folks he trusts carry him around when he's small. So far it seems only regular Miguel, Jessica Drew, Ben Reilly and a few others Spiderfolk around HQ have earned the privilege

-Alternatively, it's not common to see him big at HQ, but there's been a few times when an Anomaly has gotten loose and wrecked something he was working on, and his temper got the better of him. There's still a massive hole between floors 35 and 38 when he punched a particularly frustrating Anomaly through the floor, no one talks to him about it to his face

-VERY nervous about holding and handling people when he's big, tried not to manhandle people when he can avoid it but sometimes it's necessary to save someone and he's honestly a bit of a nervous wreck the whole time (usually resulting in him inching even taller due to the stress, which only makes it worse)

-His Lyla is different than regular Miguel's: she appears as a thin brunette in a fancy black party dress, usually lounging on a chaise longue or similar, appearing very posh and dramatic. She's very sassy and sometimes downright cruel, not particularly caring whose feelings she hurts, but is also an incredibly useful encyclopedia of data on physics, metaphysics, engineering, and biology, which Miguel often leans on for filling in gaps in his knowledgebase. While the other A.I.s and Spiderfolk around HQ aren't too fond of her, Miguel is very grateful for her existence and is somewhat protective of her, a feeling that's mutual. She's protective of him, advocates for him when his powers go particularly haywire, and is the first to reach out for help on his behalf when he needs it. Her holographic light/colorscheme is a light blue, in contrast to regular Lyla's orange

-When he takes off his glasses he's either about to throw hands or cry, proceed at your own risk if you decide to stay and find out which it is

[csphire]

The Button

Ugh! I have an embarrassing amount of screenshots of him. Get a grip!

Also me, I so would steal one of his buttons if I could. A very specific one too.

This may seem so silly but I daydream about her playing with the same one far too much until it wiggles loose and just ends up coming off in her hand while they’re cuddling one evening. She’s a touch horrified and unsure what to do as she knows he takes great pride in his appearance. In a moment of panic she tucks it away into her pocket. Thankfully, he doesn’t notice it’s missing until later and assumes it just fell off at one point during the day.

Since it’s the second button down on his left side he mentions he’ll just need to relocate one of the lowest ones to make the loss less obvious. But he will still be missing one and she can tell it deep down bothers him a little bit more than he will ever admit. She of course offers to repair it for him. But before she can confess to accidently tearing it off he assures her a missing button is hardly of consequence. They do face bigger problems after all. He insists he can repair it himself and for her to not make such a fuss over it. So she reluctantly relents and decides to keep it safe upon a bit of string about her neck.

Every skirmish that comes next she develops a habit to check him over for any damage, his coat included. He in turn does the same for her. Most of his attacks are ranged and even when he needs to get closer a majority of their enemies' hits never land. To his relief he also doesn’t lose anymore buttons and any cuts or tears to his flesh or coat he manages to patch up overnight. Sometimes they help one another with soothing wounds. But there are a few nights when he feels more peckish than usual and in abundance of caution he advises her to keep her distance.

Gradually he also notices she fiddles with his coat buttons far less after he lost the one. Even going so far as to snatch her hand back to play with something about her neck on occasion.

He can never make out what it is as it seems so small that at first he thought she was just pinching a tiny button upon her own shirt. Some old trinket she had on her before they were abducted he assumes. His curiosity is piqued but he never presses her about it as whatever it is seems to soothe her nerves or bolster her confidence again when feeling low. She would often seek to hold it while discussing their options and next move. Perhaps it held a helpful enchantment of incredible valuable if she so zealously hid it away from everyone, him included. Or it’s something her patron gifted her that would keep them in touch. Whatever it was he tried not to take it personal as it was just one little thing she decided to keep only to herself.

But then one night it happened. A small glint of something slipped free from her slack fingers as she drifted off to rest. Unable to resist he moves in and finally spies in the darkness what she holds so very dear to her heart.

His missing silver button. Incidentally one that had also been closest to his and in that moment he realizes just how deeply she truly loves him.

As if the pet name she calls him softly now and then, after the first night they made love, had not made it abundantly clear. With a smile he finally settles upon a new and equally unique endearment for her and rests lightly until dawn.

The moment she stirs he breaks his trance leans in and affectionately whispers, “Good morning... my dearest button.”

”Mmm wha... good morning to you too my star,” she murmurs back with a confused but happy glow to her features under his warm gaze. Her mind is a little sluggish haveing just woken up. It takes a few moments before what he called her sinks in and she gives a little gasp of guilt. Her hand reaching and clasping his simple button tight.

He wonders what she was bracing for and realizes, "You tore it off, didn’t you?"

"I didn't mean to and I did try to offer to sew it back on. Still, I should have given it back. I'm-"

"No, I want you to have it,” he assured before she could apologize as none was needed. Her sentimental nature tickled him as he teased, "If only you will spare my others."

Instead of looking relieved she sulked but promised, "I'll try and if I accidentally do it again?"

(Oh dear... my hand slipped. I think I need to write a proper fic about this now.)

[charcadett]

Soooo. This is incredibly niche. But I’m back on my Transformers bullshit so why not…. Mash my two hyperfixations together like a caveman trying to start a fire.

Pokemon Scavio Characters Transformers Alt Modes

Nemona - A motorcycle fits her well I think. She’d have a side car for her friends because they mean a lot to her. Only Penny is small enough to fit.

Penny - If we are going only Cybertronian animals. Turbofox because they look the closest to an Eevee. But honestly, I think she should just straight up have an Eevee alt mode.

Arven - Just. An oven. A big, giant oven. Bake a cake in him. I dare you.

Hassel - A dragon. One, I think it’d be funny as hell. Two, Predaking from Prime is hot and so is Hassel. And also: It’d still fit well with his from an ancient dragon trainer family who ran away to do music backstory. Except he’s the dragon.

Brassius - Something small and not built for fighting I think… Maybe a flashdrive?? To store images of his art and art history. I think it’d fit with how he was sickly and sort of weak when he first met Hassel.

Katy - A little volkswagen beetle. I was gonna just do an insect alt mode. Like. A katydid. But I think the pun with a little bug car is infinitely funnier.

Kofu - A boat. That’s really it, bro is a boat.

Grusha - A snowmobile, one of those really fast ones but an accident has rendered his tcog beyond repair and he can no longer transform.

Ryme - A speaker, kind of self explanatory considering her music career.

Iono - A camcorder! She makes guests on her stream hold her whenever anything good is happening. Also won’t stop recording people in real time.

Tulip & Miriam - They’re both jets. It’s said in game by one of the NPCs that Miriam used to be a model before she became the Academy’s nurse and I like to imagine her and Tulip as former coworker/friends. So they’re both jets and former seekers LOL.

Larry - I have no proof that transformers can have office supplies as an alt mode but this man screams stapler.

Rika - A dirt bike! I was gonna go motorcycle because sleek and she would love to do tricks, but a dirt bike would be good for her Ground-typing speciality. She’s always covered in mud.

Poppy - A little armored car! It goes with her Steel-typing speciality.

Geeta - The champion gets to be a triple changer. Jet and car combo. She has to go fast to get to all the places she’s needed at.

Clavell & Jacq - Both are microscopes, Clavell’s is a stronger one though I think.

Salvatore - A sports car, sleek and cool for a sleek and cool guy. He’s not big for joy rides though.

Tyme - An SUV. Very strong, sturdy, and reliable!

Saguaro - A tank! I think it fits well with his students thinking he’s a big tough guy, when he’s really a total sweetheart.

Raifort - A drone perhaps… Maybe I just have Earthspark on the brain but it’s small and it’d make it easy for her to access hard to get to historical spots. Also Raifort seems like someone who eavesdrops LOL.

Turo - Something stupid and machine-y. Like a centrifuge.

Sada - Straight up a dinosaur… Thinking. Pterosaur?? Because Roaring Moon kind of looks like one. I know those aren’t dinos technically but whatevs.

Ortega - A car, but a pink one so he’s REALLY conspicuous. He’s the mechanic who built the star mobiles so I think it works.

Eri - A tank! Big and strong, though she prefers hand to hand combat and training rather than relying on her alt mode.

Mela - A flamethrower. Someone has to hold her, usually Eri.

Giacomo - A soundboard. His favorite sounds are “Bruh” and a fart noise. Another team star member who needs to be held.

Atticus - An arachnid, specifically a black widow. Not only does it help him make Team Star costumes with webbing, but also ties in with his Poison-type focus.

[nz67t43]

Ways to Save Money on Laptop Water Damage Repair Costs

Accidents will happen, and liquid damage is one of the major mishaps for users of laptops. From an actual coffee spill to getting drenched in unexpected rainstorm, water and electronics don't really mix too well. So, a lot of wet laptops make many people start thinking about how much it could cost to repair laptop water damage. There are several ways to reduce the costs and possibly save your device. This article will look at some of the ways of cutting down these costs and the need to consult a liquid damage repair expert, where possible.

Act Quickly to Minimise Damage

The first and foremost thing to be done if your laptop encounters liquid is to switch it off immediately. This sudden move could save it from short circuits and lessen the possibility of damage, hence reducing the cost of laptop water damage repair. Remove any attached power sources and, if possible, take out the battery.

Carefully lean your laptop to one side to let it drop off whatever liquid inside it will come out. Use a non-fibrous cloth to dab off what little water you can still see. Do not try to wipe, or it may cause the liquid to go further in and reach other areas that are undamaged.

Drying Techniques

The most economical way to at least try and fix liquid damage is by air-drying it correctly. Place your laptop in a warm and dry place; make sure the air circulation is good. Keep it at a 45-degree angle with the keyboard facing down to drain the remaining liquid.

Place the laptop in a container of desiccants like uncooked rice or silica gel packets. Allow the laptop to stay in the container for 24-48 hours to absorb the moisture. Not very effective, but it does help with residual dampness.

Don't Make These Common Mistakes

Avoid using a hairdryer, oven, or any other heating device to dry out your laptop. This can cause further damage to the sensitive components and may increase repair costs for laptop water damage.

Patience is key. Wait at least 48 hours before attempting to turn on your laptop. Powering up too soon can cause short circuits if any moisture remains.

Seek professional assessment.

If your laptop doesn't power on after drying, or if you're unsure about its condition, consult a liquid damage repair specialist. Many offer free or low-cost initial assessments, which can help you understand the extent of the damage and potential repair costs.

Professional technicians have the tools and expertise to accurately diagnose liquid damage. They can identify issues that might not be immediately apparent, potentially saving you from more expensive repairs down the line.

Consider Independent Repair Centres

Independent repair centres often offer more competitive pricing compared to manufacturer-authorised services. When looking to reduce laptop water damage repair costs, these centres can be an excellent option.

Many independent repair shops specialise in liquid damage repair. Their focused expertise can lead to more efficient and cost-effective solutions for your damaged laptop.

Explore Repair Options

Sometimes, only specific components are affected by liquid damage. A skilled liquid damage repair specialist can often replace or repair individual parts rather than entire systems, significantly reducing costs.

If your data is at risk, some repair services offer data recovery options. While this might add to the initial cost, it can save you from losing valuable information and potentially costly data recovery efforts later.

Preventive measures for future savings

To avoid future laptop water damage repair costs, consider investing in protective accessories. Keyboard covers, water-resistant laptop bags, and spill-proof containers for drinks can all help prevent liquid accidents.

Regular cleaning and maintenance of your laptop can help identify potential issues early. This proactive approach can prevent small problems from turning into costly repairs.

Insurance and extended warranties

Check if your home insurance covers accidental damage to electronics. Some policies offer protection against liquid damage, which could significantly reduce your out-of-pocket expenses.

If you're prone to accidents, an extended warranty that covers accidental damage might be worth considering. While it's an upfront cost, it can save you money in the long run if you experience liquid damage.

Negotiate repair costs.

Don't settle for the first repair quote you receive. Contact several liquid damage repair specialists and compare their prices. This can help you find the most cost-effective option for your specific situation.

Some repair services may be willing to match or beat competitors' prices. Don't hesitate to ask if they can offer a better deal, especially if you've found a lower price elsewhere.

Consider refurbished parts.

If certain components need replacement, ask your repair specialist about using refurbished parts. These can be significantly cheaper than new parts while still providing reliable performance.

Reputable repair services often offer warranties on refurbished parts, ensuring you're not compromising on quality while saving on laptop water damage repair costs.

Timing Your Repair

Some repair shops may offer discounts during slower seasons. If your laptop is still functional and the damage isn't severe, consider timing your repair to take advantage of potential off-season rates.

If your laptop needs multiple repairs or services, ask if the repair shop offers a discount for bundling these services together. This can lead to overall savings on your repair bill.

Conclusion

While laptop water damage can be a stressful and potentially costly experience, there are numerous ways to minimise repair expenses. From immediate actions like quick power-down and proper drying techniques to seeking help from a liquid damage repair specialist, each step can contribute to reducing overall costs. Remember, the key is to act swiftly and make informed decisions. By following these tips and considering preventive measures for the future, you can navigate the challenges of liquid damage repair more effectively and economically. Whether you're dealing with a minor spill or significant water exposure, these strategies can help you save money on laptop water damage repair costs while ensuring your device gets the care it needs.

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

The great regular sleep experiment 2024 part "accident prone"

T~T

So yesterday was rough. And eventful.

I can't blame forgetting to check if things were open on Monday on the poor sleep because I never fucking remember Victorias day or labour day or whatever other monday things are inexplicably closed.

But yesterday, groceries done or not, not only did I forget a bunch of stuff while doing groceries, again, which for me isn't normal [I have a system for groceries], but I injured myself a lot and got covered in cherry related acidic beverage in two separate incidents.

First, I dropped a cherry cola pack at the store on my way out and ended up walking home covered in cherry cola. I don't drop my groceries, no matter how much it seems like I should.

And then last night happened.

Just after checking my window fan was secure... it fell down and knocked -what would usually be an empty cup but was currently filled with 7 frozen cherries and a liter of cold water with a bit of lemon juice- all over my keyboard and blue yeti mic, and myself.

So I had to flip and unplug my keyboard due to it being full of sticky water.

And it finally shorted out the half broken cord for my blue yeti.

So I finally had to dig out and plug in my speakers. Which mean moving my computer... Which meant putting a glass glass in the sink, which meant reaching over the last glass glass I broke to do it because I had to lift my chair out of the way of everything to get my speakers out of the drawer [don't ask], which meant cutting my finger.

Like a small paper cut but like made with glass and very enthusiastic about bleeding while I am trying to plug something in behind my computer.

This was not 20 minutes after the last time I cut myself... Because all day my flesh had been sticking to this poster frame I have with bristol board in it taped to the side of my filing cabinet [as a whiteboard], and then like... Violently tearing off sharp pieces of plastic whenever I moved? And so now there was this big jagged edge of plastic right next to me that seemed like -surely- it was out of the way and I could deal with the whole thing later... But no, I went to sit down and somehow -from completely the opposite angle you would expect- cut my arm to bleeding on the -only vaguely sharp for plastic- edge.

This was on top of everything deciding all at once that it needs to obsessively try to fall out of other places, such as the small freezer on the top of my fridge, the counter next to my desk, and the fucking window sill with the fan in it...

AND!!! My fucking, the goddamned pj pants I just sewed up the knee of re-tore 4 SEPARATE times! Last night!

And my injuries from last monday or whatever and the moving of things from saturday are still only half healed.

Unless the universe is trying to deliver me cherry scented death by any excuse of physics imaginable [cherry scented inconvenience maybe??] I have to think that this must all be coordination issues and knock on effects from being too tired to judge anything properly.

Anyway I had to take two separate "I am sticky with something containing cherry specifically" showers yesterday which I imagine the neighbours didn't care for.

baptize me in fuckign cherry juice idk...

So I need to replace my blue yeti cord, if not take it apart and fix both jacks, if it still works right at all. I do not have a mic until I do.

The jack on my fiox3 is still so worn it won't play music to headphones.

My headphones are on their last included cord and have mo pleather left

My graphics card is failing and my case needs repairs...

All around there's a bunch of tech I -really- need to repair or replace unless I want it to all fail on me at once at the most inconvenient possible time...

And anyway I didn't fall asleep until after 2 am. I woke up at my alarm and snoozed it like 20 times before getting up...

[sidewalkrepairsmanhattan]

How do I request a sidewalk repair service in New York?

Sidewalks are a vital component of New York City's busy streets and  provide pedestrians with safe pathways. Sidewalks are usually taken for granted, but if left unmaintained, they can quickly become an unforeseen hazard, resulting in accidents.

Damaged sidewalks might have serious effects on your health and finances. Injuries from sidewalk incidents can have extensive consequences for pedestrians. Let's delve into this topic and investigate how to request a sidewalk repair service in NYC.

Identifying Sidewalk Damage:

It is crucial to determine the damage before requesting a repair. Keep an eye out for these indicators:

Cracks:

Look for any cracks that are expanding or that are wider than a quarter-inch.

Unevenness:

Check to see if soil movement or tree roots are the cause of any uneven, sunken, or raised sidewalk.

Potholes:

Keep an eye out for areas where the surface has gotten worse.  

Trip Hazards:

Look for any uneven or raised surfaces that may allow someone to trip and fall.

Understanding Your Responsibilities:

As a property owner in New York City, it is your responsibility to maintain your sidewalks. The New York City Department of Transportation has very strict rules and regulations regarding pedestrian safety. However , regularly inspecting your sidewalks , cleaning them, and fixing the damages on time can save you from violations and fines.

The Repair Request Process:

After determining the damage to the sidewalk and understanding your responsibilities, take the following actions to file a repair request.

Contact the designated department:

Consult with your  government or the appropriate agency in charge of maintaining the sidewalks. This can be the transportation department or the public works department of your city.

Provide complete details:

Clearly state the extent of the damage you've seen and the location of the damaged sidewalk. If you can, include any supporting documentation you have, such as images or videos.

Send in the request:

Whether filing a repair request online, over the phone, or in person, be sure you follow the prescribed procedure.

Follow-Up and Additional Considerations:

After submitting your repair request, keep the following in mind

Follow-Up:

If you don't receive a response within a reasonable time, consider following up with the authority to ensure your request is being addressed.

Safety Measures: 

In the meantime, take precautions to ensure the safety of pedestrians. Use temporary barriers or caution signs to alert people to the damaged area.

Community Involvement:

Encourage your neighbors or local community to also report sidewalk damages. Collective efforts can help expedite the repair process and improve the overall safety of the neighborhood.

How do I request sidewalk repair in Manhattan?

If you're looking to request a sidewalk repair in Manhattan, here's what you can do:

Contact the NYC Department of Transportation (DOT):

The DOT is responsible for sidewalk repairs in Manhattan. You can reach out to them through their website or by calling 311.

Provide detailed information:

When making your request, be sure to provide specific details about the location of the damaged sidewalk. Include the nearest address or intersection to help the DOT identify the exact spot.

Submit the request:

Follow the instructions provided by the DOT to submit your repair request. They may have an online form or a designated phone number for this purpose.

Follow-Up:

If you don't receive a response within a reasonable time, you can follow up with the DOT to check the status of your request. They may provide you with an update or estimated timeline for the repair.

How much does it cost to fix a small crack in the sidewalk?

The cost of fixing a small crack in the sidewalk can vary depending on a few factors, such as the size of the crack and the materials needed for the repair. In general, smaller cracks can be repaired with simple methods like filling them with concrete or sealant, which can be relatively inexpensive. However, for a more accurate estimate, it's best to consult with a local contractor or professional who can assess the specific crack and provide you with a cost estimate. They'll be able to give you a better idea of the expenses involved.

Temporary solutions for a trip hazard on the sidewalk

If you come across a trip hazard on the sidewalk, there are a few temporary solutions you can try:

Mark the Hazard: 

Use brightly colored tape or paint to mark the area and make it more visible to pedestrians. This can help alert people to the potential hazard.

Place a temporary barrier: 

If it's safe to do so, you can place a temporary barrier, such as cones or caution signs, around the hazard to prevent people from accidentally tripping.

Report the Hazard: 

It's important to report the trip hazard to the appropriate authorities, such as the local municipality or transportation department. They can take the necessary steps to fix the issue and ensure the safety of pedestrians.

Remember, temporary solutions are meant to provide a temporary fix until the hazard can be properly repaired. It's always best to prioritize safety and report any hazards you come across.

Conclusion

Property owners and the NYC government both share responsibility for maintaining a sidewalk. By understanding who is responsible for sidewalk repair, you can save pedestrians from major accidents and injuries.