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avatarscapes · 1 year ago

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Building Dreams, Demolishing Limits: Avatar Scapes Expertise in Swimming Pool Construction and Atlanta Building Demolition

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Crafting Aquatic Escapes: Swimming Pool Construction:

Swimming pools are more than just water-filled structures; they're symbols of relaxation, recreation, and luxury. At Avatar Scapes, we specialize in bringing your vision of the perfect swimming pool to life. Our process begins with a detailed consultation, where we listen to your ideas, preferences, and goals. From there, our expert team works tirelessly to design and construct a swimming pool that not only meets but exceeds your expectations. Whether you desire a sleek modern design, a natural oasis, or a family-friendly retreat, we have the expertise and creativity to make it happen. With our attention to detail and commitment to quality, we'll build a swimming pool that becomes the centrepiece of your outdoor living space.

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alliancepools · 2 years ago

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Dive into the comprehensive guide on pool repair costs and solutions. Uncover valuable insights to budget effectively for restoring your pool's pristine condition. Trust Alliance Pools and Patio for expert advice and cost-effective solutions. Explore the ultimate pool repair resource now!

#pool repair costs #pool replastering #pool repair #pool leak detection

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friendswithclay · 2 months ago

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replastering An Adobe House At Chamisal, New Mexico. c.1940

Ph by: Russell Lee.

#friendswithclay #builtwithclay #United States

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mycroftscafe · 22 days ago

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the eldest sister parallels between maddie buckley and eddie diaz

i will never shut up about eddie’s eldest sister-isms, and that one scene after maddie leaves where eddie explains to buck that maybe she needs saving this time, because buck’s only ever seen the side of her that takes care of him.

the buckley & diaz parents created two incredibly independent individuals to the point of isolation in order to protect those around them (e.g. maddie leaving to boston to protect jee, and eddie isolating himself when his emotions get difficult).

this makes it an incredibly significant moment whenever maddie and eddie DO lean on others for support or reach out for help (i.e. maddie promising to tell chim if she ever feels depressed or suicidal again, and eddie trusting buck with his breakdown in 5x13 and later getting buck to help him replaster the walls).

btw this hyper-independency is shown pre-911 too. eddie isolated himself within his relationship with shannon, believing it was his burden alone to take care of their family. maddie relied only on herself pre-911 and much through s2 for protection against doug.

both of their parents instilled in them from a young age that it was their responsibility to carry their burdens. margaret and philip buckley, and ramon diaz were all absent parents, and eddie and maddie being the eldest siblings were parentified and forced to take care of their siblings.

fortunately, this resulted in maddie and eddie vowing to do the complete opposite for the people who came after them (maddie with buck, and eddie with chris). they were both far stronger than they should've been; both in having to shoulder so many responsibilities, but also in being aware and mature enough to not pass on parental trauma and make it generational.

both maddie and eddie also kept contact with both of their parents for the sake of their children, even though they both had a plethora of reasons each to go no contact as soon as they moved out. very eldest sister of both of them imo.

to bring it slightly full-circle (if the talk about generational trauma wasn't cyclical enough for you), the scene where eddie has to remind buck that sometimes maddie needs saving too is beautiful. you can see that eddie painfully knows what he's talking about, and that it's from experience. even though the show's not willing to acknowledge it with a scene where maddie and eddie actually interact, this was still a beautiful moment that showed eddie and maddie's parallel childhoods and 9-1-1 continues to show how maddie and eddie are unwilling to make the same choices their parents did.

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sinnabarmoth · 7 months ago

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Worthy of Devotion (4/9)

Pairing: Sea God|Rafayel x Worshipper|Reader (fem)

Summary: Temperatures and feelings rise when Reader ends up ill and Rafayel has to take care of her.

Content Warnings: Adult language.

Length: 2600

Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9)

Read on AO3

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The weeks began to pass as you remained on the island. The majority of your days were filled with cleaning and repairing the temple. Your first course of action was to clear out all the debris and then move onto fixing things like the cracks in the floor and holes in the wall. Fixing the broken windows and the holes in the ceiling were going to be harder, especially since you didn’t have a way to order new glass panes or any way to get to the roof.

Rafayel stopped by nearly every day. He usually came by to have you pen more of the history of the Sea Gods and keep you company so you didn’t go insane from isolation. Despite your protests that it was the work of his followers to repair his temple he helped you clean now and again too. Mainly he was a great help in moving larger chunks of debris you couldn’t have moved on your own. He also liked making suggestions for improvements to certain aspects about the temple when he found something.

One thing you learned quickly was that Rafayel had hobbies. He wasn’t just God of the Seas, ruler of the Lemurians, and part time helper to you. He apparently had a great love of art. One morning you had woken up and found Rafayel in a freshly replastered corridor painting the walls. He was good at it too. You’d go so far as to say amazing.

When you asked what he was painting he said it was Whalefall City in Lemuria. You sat there watching him paint as he told you all about Lemuria and where he grew up. He had even let you try your hand at painting too, guiding your hand along the wall.

“You don’t want to put too much pressure on the brush or else it’ll make the stroke too wide. Just keep it nice and easy, like you’re bobbing in the waves.” he said, his voice trickling directly into your ear as he pressed in close behind you.

“How did you come by your love of painting?” you asked, trying to keep your focus off of the way he touched you. You weren’t sure if he noticed it or not but the hand that wasn’t helping you guide the brush was resting on your hip, keeping you close.

“It started a lot like this. Painting on walls. Although, when I started I wasn’t supposed to be painting the walls. They gave me canvases to draw on and paint but I always ended up coming back to the walls, they had more space to work on. I also wanted people to see my work every time they walked down those halls.” he said. “What became a childish whim turned into a passion and a study of art in its many forms. I’ve dabbled in many but I always come back to paint over and over.”

“Good reason, you have a real gift.”

“God of the Seas and painter extraordinaire. Is there anything I cannot do?” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes and playfully elbowed him.

“You cannot win a single game of Jumping Shrimp.” you said.

“I keep telling you, I’m letting you win.” he grumbled.

“Uh huh, sure. That’s why you got all pouty the last time we played and nearly threw the board out the window when you lost for the 42nd time in a row.”

“I grew up playing that game! You learned it a few weeks ago! It makes no sense that you are somehow better at it than me already!”

“You just don’t have a good mind for strategy. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Well at least I don’t have paint on my face.”

“I don’t have paint on my--Rafayel no!” but it was too late, he had nabbed the brush out of your hands and smeared a line of blue across your cheek. “You ass!” you reached for the palette and scooped a dollop of green paint off it. “Get over here!”

“Too slow, clownfish.” he said, dodging out of reach of you.

“Oh one of us is going to look like a clown at the end of the day and it isn’t going to be me, fish boy.” you chased after him.

For as childish as he could be, the days he couldn’t come to the temple were the most lonely. Sometimes there were duties in Lemuria that needed his full attention or sometimes he needed to see to other parts of the ocean that kept him away. You didn’t blame him. He was a god after all. You just missed him and his sarcastic remarks and his quick quips. You made sure to pray twice on those days. You knew he could hear them after all.

That was another thing, every day before he had to leave to return to his home in the sea, he had you say your evening prayer to him. It was usually just thanking him for helping you clean or for telling you stories or for having fun with you. And they ended all the same, with a plea that he would continue to bless and protect you. And Rafayel would always respond the same way. “Your prayer has been heard. Good night, my little human.”

Yes, all was going well…until you started vomiting.

You didn’t know exactly what had brought it on but you had a feeling it may have been that fish you roasted for breakfast that morning. You thought it had smelled peculiar but figured it was just another fish smell. You should have known better. You grew up in a seaside city, you should have known bad fish when you saw it.

You were knelt outside, heaving into the weeds. Your skin was tingling like it was covered in ants, your face was burning, and whenever you looked up the world swayed around you. Everything was spinning…your throat burned…

Rafayel…he would be by soon…he could help…

It was hard to tell how long you were out there. You tried moving but each motion made you feel like you were going to crash back to the ground and not be able to get back up. The sun climbed higher in the sky, its rays beating down on you. Where was Rafayel? He was usually here by this time.

A terrible thought came to you as you laid in the brush. What if he wasn’t coming today? What if he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow or the day after? No. He had to come. He had to.

You dragged yourself across the sand back towards the temple. You needed water. You had made it to the well and threw down the bucket. Good. Now all you had to do was…was pull it back up. Your body fought against you as you tugged on the rope. Almost! Almost there!

Then your stomach constricted and a stabbing pain rocketed through your body and up your throat that had you doubled over, heaving again. The taste burned your mouth and tears ran hot down your already scorched face. The rope slipped from your hands and you heard the bucket fall and hit the water once again. Shit! No! Please!

You curled against the grown, pressing your burning face to the cool stone of the well. Everything was spinning again.

“Help…” you whispered to the cool wind of the sea, “Rafayel…help me…please…”

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Your prayer came to Rafayel in a whisper yet it rang loud in his ears. He had been stuck in Lemuria tending to some legal matter regarding an upcoming event when he heard your voice. You sounded so weak and scared.

He had barely said a word of excuse to anyone as he shot out of the doors like a barracuda on the hunt. What had happened? Why did you sound like that? He left you for one day and something terrible may have happened.

He couldn’t get to the temple fast enough. He ran in scared to find you in a crumpled mess of broken bones or bleeding to death somewhere during your renovations. He checked the bedroom, the library, the kitchen but you were nowhere to be found. Where were you? He ran back outside and scanned the garden. Then he saw your feet sticking out from behind the well.

“Hey! What’s wrong?” he ran over to you and found you passed out, your breathing shallow and quick. Some rash was growing up your neck and you were sweating profusely. The smell of bile stung his nose and he started to put two and two together. “Oh no, my little human.” he pressed a hand to your head and found it scorching. “Shit.”

He carefully hefted you off the ground and carried you back into the temple. He laid you out on the long kitchen table then went back to pull up a bucket of water. He dunked a rag in and plastered it to your burning face before filling a cup and urging it to your lips. “Come on, clownfish.” he coaxed, “You need to wake up. You need to drink.”

You made the barest movements, a small hum of discomfort letting him know you heard him. “That’s it, take a few sips. Not too fast.” he kept talking gently urging you to swallow more and more water.

Once he had gotten some water in you his next course of action was to get your fever down and he had an idea on how to do it. “Bear with me for a little longer,” he scooped you off the table again. “I’m gonna take you upstairs. You’ll be more comfortable there.”

He carried you up to the bedroom and set you in the tub and began filling it with cold water. As the water started to rise he got in with you, cradling you back against him and keep your head up. You sunk back into his arms and the relieving cold of the water. “That’s it. It’s going to be alright.”

The rash on your neck was still concerning him and he also realized that he couldn’t leave you in these wet clothes. He really didn’t want to have to do this but he saw little other option. “Hey, if you can hear me squeeze my hand.”

He waited a beat but you gave a gentle squeeze to his fingers. “Good. Listen, you have a rash and I can’t leave you in your soaked clothes unless we want you getting even more sick. I know you humans have some reservations about nudity but I need to get these off of you. Squeeze my hand twice if it is alright for me to take them off.”

There was a long pause then one…two squeezes of your hand. “Alright. I’m going to start undressing you, there’s nothing to be worried about. I promise.”

He felt bad about having to do this when he knew being naked made you uncomfortable but it really was for your own health. He first peeled the shirt you had on off then reached to tug off your bottoms. He felt your body tense as his hands skimmed the wet material. He shushed and eased you back down. “I know. I know you don’t like it but we are going to need to get you changed anyway after we get out. I promise nothing bad is going to happen.”

He slid the bottoms down your legs and tossed them out of the bath. For the first time since he got there your eyes started to open again. “Hey clownfish,” he whispered, “It’s me. I’m taking care of you. Just rest. I got you.”

Your eyes closed again as you sunk into him. He let you soak in the cool water for another minute. You didn’t feel as worryingly hot anymore, that was good. He drained the tub and grabbed a towel, drying you off as quickly as he could. Without the clothes in the way he could see the rash had spread down your chest and along your back. He found a bottle of medicinal oil and wet a rag with it before wiping down the patches of raised irritated skin. There was no doubt in his mind that you must have eaten some bad fish. Once your body purged all the bacteria you would be fine again, but that would take some time. Hopefully you’d be right as rain in the morning.

He took you back to the bed and grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe, a light dress that was easy to put on. You nestled against the pillows and Rafayel sat by your side as afternoon turned to dusk and fell to night. Your fever had broke and you were breathing easier. He had even gotten a couple words out of you. Before you fell asleep again.

“Are all humans as troublesome as you?” he sighed, smoothing a finger along your cheek. “First you’re falling all over yourself and now you’re sick. What a fragile unbalanced body you have.”

Guilt twisted in his gut and he laid down next to you. “If you hadn’t prayed to me when you did I don’t like to think about what I may have found when I came back. Lucky for you your prayer was heard. Rest now, my little human. I’ll be right here if you need me. Always right here.”

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Most of the previous day was a haze. After passing out by the well your memory was spotty. You remembered Rafayel coming to help you, you remembered finally being cold as you were put in the tub, and that was about it. Everything else was behind a fog of fever and dehydration.

You had expected to wake up in the morning alone but found Rafayel asleep next to you, his hand interlaced with yours. Your throat was scratchy and when you tried to talk it came out as a rasp. “Rafayel?”

“Hmm,” he hummed.

You cleared your throat, swallowing what little saliva you had to wet it. “Raf. Wake up.”

“Ten more minutes…” he grumbled. He pulled you closer, wrapping himself around you like an octopus.

Oh…oh no. You were locked against him. There was no easy way out of this and given how sore your body was you didn’t really want to put in the effort needed to get up. But you also had no idea how to react to your god cuddling you. This wasn’t supposed to be happening for numerous reasons, the first and foremost among them being that he was your god. You had gotten far more comfortable over the weeks but there were still boundaries you kept as god and follower. At least, you enforced them, Rafayel didn’t seem to care either way.

The other reason you were panicked was because…you didn’t want to leave. His embrace was comfortable and secure, like nothing could harm you so long as you were with him. He was warm and when you inhaled he smelled like the salt of the sea. Your head was pressed to his chest and you could hear the steady beats of his heart thumping against your cheek.

Your eyes closed of their own accord as you nestled deeper into him. The rational part of your brain told you that you needed to get up. You shouldn’t have been doing this. He was your god. You weren’t supposed to be in his room, in his bed, tangled together never wanting to leave. These feelings that blossomed in your chest were dangerous and foolish. So much that you didn’t dare even let them fully form in your mind lest he hear his name in your thoughts and think it a prayer. You couldn’t pray for that. You couldn’t want this.

But you could give it ten minutes.

You wouldn’t dare disobey your god after all.

#love and deepspace #lads rafayel #lads mc #rafayel x mc #rafayel x reader #sea god rafayel #lads sea god au

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dragongirl642 · 1 year ago

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H-heya! Could i ask for an shy female dragon shifter reader with Lady D. and Donna? Like she's heavily injured by hunters and had to crash/land into their home because of it? How would they react or would they even help her?

(I Love Dragons but see most of the time only male dragon shifters uwu

I feel like both their initial reactions would be very similar to the other Male Dragon Shifter meeting post, (a.k.a: This post).

Alcina Dimitrescu

At first, all Alcina sees is the giant hole in her castle walls and the giant lizard in her hall and she goes into attack mode.

She aims for your injuries, so you curl into a spiky ball of scales and flame.

Turns out your scales are Alcina proof so unless you uncurl and she can get at the flesh beneath, she can't hurt you.

She may lose a limb to your flames.

She is incensed at your presence and forbids her daughters from going near the hall.

But you are very warm, you're inner fire counteracting the cold winds coming in through the hole in the wall, and the Dimitrescu daughters are attracted to the giant warm cuddly lizard.

You warn them off a few times, but they keep spouting curious questions and attempting to come close that eventually, once your natural regeneration has sealed the surface of your wounds, you allow them to sit between the spines on your tail and examine your claws. (You can easily turn and burn them if they pose a threat.)

Alcina is furious that her daughters disobeyed her and approached you, and yet equally furious that you are entirely different from the mindless beast she'd warned them against.

When she sees your human form for the first time, I see Alcina doing a complete 180, (compared to her reaction in the other post).

Oh, you're a Pretty Maiden?!?!?! Well why didn't you say! Come closer, let me look at you Darling. *bites you! bites you! bites you!*

Yeah, she will pretty much try and get you to let your guard down and then go for the CHOMP.

You fight her off of course, half-shifting is easy for you.

Now you can be a fire-breathing menace AND roam the halls.

You have gone hunting a few times, and you brought your kill back to the castle. Dripping blood on the carpet and sitting in her great hall tearing into carcasses like an animal. (Her children love that you let them feast on the leftovers after they've sat for a few hours.)

Alcina is sulking. She can't kill you, she can't eat you, she can't just sit back and let you stay without at least making a show of removing you without losing the respect and support of Mother Miranda.

But then said Mother Miranda shows up and is promptly sent off with burned wings.

Okay, now she's a little worried. She is not certain she could beat you even in her full mutant form and her daughters adore you for SOME REASON.

After several weeks, she looses it, storms into the hall and unleashes a verbal lashing her ancestors would be proud of. The effect is only slightly reduced by the fact that she bursts into frustrated tears and flees the room to go dramatically wallow in her sorrow.

Okay, now you feel kind-off guilty. You did crash into this woman's home, burn her boss, monopolise her daughter's attention, and ruin the carpets. Maybe you should do something to make up for all that.

You repair the walls the best you can, replaster over scratches in the walls, hunt down the castles cleaning supplies and soak the carpets in a potion of bleach and foaming soapy water before hanging them from the battlements to dry.

Your final act of apology comes in the form of draining the blood from your kills and leaving them in sealed jugs by her bedroom door, handwritten notes tied to the handles.

You are a new exciting variable and her daughters try to help by going to their mother and telling her about what you're doing.

Every day, you wait outside her doors for hours waiting for her to emerge.

When she finally does, it is to your offer of a truce. You are being hunted and will not leave this very conveniently guarded hiding spot, however, you can be useful and help her with her food supply.

She is doubtful when presented with the blood of animals, but when you acquire human blood through negotiating trades with the villagers she slowly starts to change her tune.

You're a smart pretty lady and you have presented her with a charming little solution to the problem of the future dwindling supply of villagers to feed from.

Alright, Alcina has come to the decision to be the merciful, graceful mistress of the castle who allows a poor hunted lady to stay with her. (Keep telling yourself that Alcina).

After a few months, it starts to feel a little more comfortable.

After a few more, it starts to feel normal.

She caught herself running her hand down your scales once, marvelling at how the light reflected, (she will forever deny that she did that).

You start to lay down your claim and soon have built up a new hoard of trinkets, and maids, and mutants. The glittering gem crowning your hoard, is Alcina herself, not that she knows yet.

Once you've established yourself and Alcina doesn't outwardly reject your claim, you become quite the homemaker.

You are fierce and strong and loving.

You provide the warmest cuddles known to man, or mutant.

You cook for your new family, catering for their 'special' diet is a little easier with your own predilection to a carnivore diet.

Alcina will brag to the other Lords about "her darling", "the dimitrescu dragon", "the second dimitrescu lady," but only out of earshot of Mother Miranda.

Donna Beneviento

Pretty much the same reaction as the other post...except she's a bit braver about approaching you due to seeing your obvious injuries.

She has several dolls in attack mode ready to go, (not that they would work against your flame.

You know you could easily incinerate this woman but you attempt polite conversation through gritted fangs. You ask about her hobbies, favourite foods, favourite colours, etc..., and offer your own answers in return.

The talk calms her and she seems less frightened and more welcoming.

It takes a few days for her to really trust you.

Oddly enough you get the feeling she liked you a little more after Mother Miranda visited and berated her for not eliminating the threat (you) before being quickly chased of by a living flamethrower (also you).

When you shift to your human form to make it easier, she's surprised and immediately more comfortable with you.

Donna knows a lot about medicinal plants but zero about dragon biology. You know all about dragon biology and zero about medicinal plants. Together you make one whole doctor...and figure out how to make medicine for your wounds. It's patchy and a little funny-smelling but it does the job (at least you both think it does). To be honest, your natural regenerative capabilities take care of most of the damage.

Angie tries to play doctor too but is, admittedly, more of a hindrance than a help.

Your injuries are haphazardly patched and a good long sit by a lit fireplace does the rest.

You know your hunters are still out there, but this remote village is hidden and safe for now.

You decide to stay just until you need to move on.

Okay, Donna was not prepared for guests but now she has one.

She makes you some basic new clothes to cover you up and you collect firewood whenever she needs more.

After a while, she feels inspired by the way your scales gleam in the firelight and excited at the prospect of having a new friend to play dress up with, Donna offers to make you some dresses. Dresses with holes and pins to accomodate your wings and tail, delicate lace fingerless gloves allowing your claws to shine through.

You accept the gifts only because she seems so eager and it would be rude to deny your host, (not because she's cute).

You do what you can for her in return. As it turns out you can cook more substantial food than tea party sandwiches; which Donna definitely appreciates.

The dolls unnerve you, but you learn to live with them.

You install more lights in the manor and fix leaks in the roof.

There are long talks by the fireplace. She reads to you sometimes.

After a few months, you and Donna starts to build a comfortable rhythm.

After a few more, it starts to feel homely.

You attend a tea party she holds for the other Lords. When someone (Heisenberg) makes a comment that has Donna cringing, you growl, a loud deep vibration that (along with the glow in your eyes and fire shining through the skin of your chest) instills fear in all attending. Donna now has scary dog (dragon) priviledge.

You tell yourself your protectiveness is because she's your benefactor (totally not because you have a crush on the pretty, shy dollmaker with a voice like honey and temperament to match).

Okay, who are you kidding, you want to claim a new hoard here...you want to stay with her.

After a few accepted offerings of food made from your hunted game, a few accepted cuddles, and the painstaking labour of building and decorating a new conservatory with an unfolding roof cover for stargazing, (which Donna immediately hugs you in thanks and immediately outfits with a planter full of herbs), you consider your claim accepted.

You are fierce and strong and loving.

You provide the warmest cuddles known to man, or mutant, (or doll).

Once she feels comfortable enough and like she has permission, Donna is so sweet with you.

You compliment and build her up, and soon her confidence soars.

Donna goes from one of the weakest Lords to the strongest.

You burn the creepy baby monster in the basement, it's the one thing you couldn't live with.

#re8 headcanons #re8 #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #re8 lady dimitrescu #re8 alcina dimitrescu #re8 donna beneviento #lady beneviento #re8 lady beneviento #donna beneviento #alcina dimitriscu x reader #donna benevento x reader

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riverlarking · 7 days ago

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yes i watch reality tv but i also go outside and do shit like replaster my house so i feel like it cancels out

#thats what i did today

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writing-intheundercroft · 2 years ago

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House Hunting with Sebastian

Working on yet another installment in my Auror!Sebastian series, and this time the happy couple is house hunting (with some nsfw bits included)! Doing some editing currently, but it's almost ready.

A sneaky peek below:

“Ominis found the listing,” Sebastian continues, beckoning you forward. “The Ministry has done quite a bit to rehabilitate the area.” Sebastian guides you up the hill, unlatching a well worn gate. The stone cottage is teeming with ivy, crawling up the walls. The storybook tiles on the roof made the house look like it's straight out of a muggle fairytale.

You take a deep breath as you wave your wand, unlocking the door. The wooden floors creak beneath your feet, but otherwise, the place is in good condition. The walls have been replastered, the fireplace cleaned and sparkling. The only furniture is an old looking settee and a bear skin rug (a tad gauche for your taste). You make your way through the living room to the kitchen. Its positively bathed in light, a large bay window over the sink looks over an enormous yard. You practically run up to the sink edge, admiring the view.

“So much light,” you gasp. “Seb, it’s perfect.”

“You are,” Sebastian suddenly appears behind you, pressing himself against your back. You can feel his breath tickling your ear as he wraps his arms around your body. “The perfect view to watch our children play in the yard, don’t you think?” he murmurs into your ear.

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#sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #auror sebastian sallow #auror sebastian #hogwarts legacy #writing-intheundercroft #sebastian sallow smut #dad sebastian sallow

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tlatollotl · 2 months ago

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Thanks for sharing your presentation, it was fascinating! Could you elaborate a little on the ash/tephra findings? Do they imply that the slip and the whitewash used specifically tephra instead of general ash, and specifically from the same source, or is there something more that I'm missing?

Also, my thoughts on burning the guachimontón as someone who had worked with fire of various sizes - rather than burn it all at once with a big carpet of fire, I would think they would have a line of fire that moves progressively across the structure. Burning it all at once would make a massive fire that would be hard to manage, if they could get close to it at all due to the heat. A thinner line would let them monitor specific areas much more closely and nudge the fire around as needed. Perhaps this wouldn't work as well for the perishable structures though. I wonder how long it would take to thoroughly fire the daub? Is it evenly fired all the way through, or just near the exposed surface?

Also I love the point about the leftover ash being used for nixtamalization. (Could tephra be used for that? I wouldn't think so, it's different chemically, right? Also would be pretty gritty I guess)

Sorry for all the questions, but you successfully got me excited about this stuff. Thanks again!

According to what Angelica observed with a microscope, it seemed like the whitewash and ceramic slip were similar in composition with the tephra used to create the white color. But the slip was better applied to the vessel than the whitewash to the bajareque. To me, it kind of makes sense that the Teuchitlanos used what they knew of ceramics to create and decorate the guachimontones.

Having a moving line of firing was not something I had considered, but now that you mention it would fit more nicely in the cooperative+competitive collective governance model. It is poetic that the groups would have to work together to pass the fire around the guachimonton to ensure the whole thing is eventually a single cohesive building. I'm going to have to list you in my dissertation acknowledgements if you want to send me your details privately.

One of the things I was not able to discuss in the conference paper was the variability in thicknesses of the pieces I examined. There are really thin pieces, that Weigand calls aplanado, that are like 1 mm thick. These might be some of the replastering flaking off or just a very thinly fired layer of bajareque. In either case, it might be indicative of a respective group's skill set and ability to muster labor. But that will require a more intense review of excavation reports, field notes, and bag tags and will probably be in a dissertation chapter rather than the edited volume chapter (or not, I don't know yet haha). There are other pieces that are quite thick, too, and sometimes nondescript in their surface treatment. Or it could be the result of coals settling into books and crannies and firing clay to a deeper thickness than intended.

I don't think tephra could be used for nixtlamization, but I need to look into the specific chemical composition of the material. Now, what is interesting is that calcium carbonate naturally forms from evaporated water in what was once Laguna Magdalena to the west of Los Guachimontones. There are remnants of what appears to be chinampas along the old lakeshore of Magdalena and to the south of Los Guachimontones in what became Presa de la Vega after a dam was built in the 1950s. A guy named Stuart did his dissertation in the late 00s on these, but didn't find conclusive proof that these things were, in fact, chinampas. I've been toying with the idea that might be evaporation beds to collect calcium carbonate for nixtlamization ever since I learned there wasn't limestone in the area. Perhaps wood ash was used until it became too difficult to transport trees from longer distances. Then the Teuchitlanos turned to calcium carbonate. And with a drought in the mid 6th century, Magdalena shrank in size and a lot of springs near sites could have dried up which would have caused famine. But that's another topic for another time or researcher haha.

Thanks for all the questions! I really do appreciate it!

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