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Hazard Recognition in Specialized Construction Fields
The construction industry, known for its diverse projects, encompasses specialized fields, each with unique hazards. Understanding and recognizing these hazards is crucial for maintaining safety and preventing accidents. This article delves into hazard recognition in specialized construction fields and highlights why this knowledge is fundamental for construction safety. The Spectrum of Hazards…
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#construction industry#Construction Safety#construction technology#demolition work#drone surveys#electrical safety#Hazard Recognition#high-rise construction#project management#Risk Management#Safety Culture#safety professionals#Safety Regulations#Safety Training#specialized construction#tunneling#Underground Construction#wearable technology#Worker Safety#Workplace Safety
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Retconned Wardi firearms- a basic handgun, a highly decorative ceremonial handgun (belonging to Faiza), and a lance-gun.
Gun tech has officially been nerfed down to hand cannons (press F) (this has been a long time coming but I'd been fallacy of sunk costs-ing myself out of retconning).
Handguns are held similarly to a shotgun, with the butt pressed into the user's shoulder, one hand gripping under the barrel, and the other free to ignite the gunpowder. These represent the most advanced firearms in contemporary usage, both in make and in their use of uniform iron projectiles built to match the gun's bore for greater range and efficiency. Lance-guns are the more basal form, usually larger and mounted with the pole held over the shoulder, and are most effectively used by two people (one to hold and aim, one to light the gunpowder).
The spread of firearms is currently mostly limited to the Eastern Inner Seaway peoples (with some additional distribution via overland trade), and actual manufacture of hand cannons and gunpowder at Significant scale is limited to the region's core powers.
The reason for this limited spread is partially due to specific elements of the technology's history. Gunpowder was first synthesized by Burri alchemists and considered to be the discovery of the legendary divine weapon + solar fire of the deity Inanariya, and its formula (along with techniques for ideally refining its components) remained a closely guarded state secret. It was used predominantly in priestly contexts to generate flame and explosive sounds (in conjunction with earlier practices of generating multicolored flames with use of other chemicals), then integrated into combustible weaponry in the forms of fire lances, which would eventually develop into early handcannons.
The treatment of gunpowder as a guarded sacred or semi-sacred substance continued with Wardi adoption, where knowledge of its making is considered a closed rite. It's name (inya tsatsul or just tsatsul, a derived adoption of the Burri iñazatsūya) still reflects a divine solar association (the Burri word means 'sun's thunder', the Wardi 'inya' invokes the sun, 'tsatsul' is an adapted loanword and has no meaning independent of the substance itself), though its priestly use is now predominantly associated with the firearm'ed Odonii (rather than priests of the solar Face Inyamache). The composition of gunpowder can no longer be regarded as a Secret by any means, though efforts to obscure the methods of its creation are still moderately successful and has kept knowledge of gunpowder manufacture more limited than the total sphere of firearm usage itself.
The actual strongest limiting factor of firearm usage is the rarity of natural saltpeter deposits necessary for making gunpowder. The practice of actively producing saltpeter via nitraries has not been developed anywhere in the setting, and all is instead obtained via natural sources. These sources are rare and limited within the current spread of firearm technology, and result in gunpowder being a limited and expensive substance to produce. The weapons themselves are also very expensive to manufacture (a good quality steel SWORD is far too material-cost prohibitive for most people to own), particularly high quality firearms designed for use with standardized ammunition.
These guns are also very basal, and logistical difficulties in their use (weight, very slow loading and firing speed, high visibility, Relatively low reach and accuracy) along with the restrictive cost of production has kept firearms far from rendering conventional weaponry, armor, and projectiles obsolete (even within the societies that have access to them). They are still, however, very devastating in use within their contemporary context, particularly in that high quality guns have a longer range than the best arrow-based projectiles, and utterly negate most contemporary forms of armor at close range.
#I'd consider the setting to be like.....most closely analogous to like 3rd-1st century BCE earth (in terms of the average scale of#societies + Most of its technology (aside from major exceptions like this) + trade interconnectivity)#There are VERY few Very Big states capable of mass-manufacturing and resource extraction (like nothing the size of#the Roman empire has Ever existed in this setting. The biggest empires aren't even close. Cynozepal has a pretty massive territorial#span so is probably the closest thing but its actual control is highly fragmented along disconnected central hubs)#There's significant seaway trade connections but the Vast majority of transmission of goods is localized (even moreso over land)#So point being firearms have developed '''''earlier''''''' than in IRL history but the conditions that enabled very rapid spread are#not really present (though it's fairly inevitable that they'll become widespread over the next few centuries)#Also the likely trajectory of adaptation is going to be the development of Plate armor (which could absorb/block shots#from some types of firearms More advanced than these).#The types of armor used in this particular region is mostly lamellar/scale/padded fabric/leather and rarely involves#full body protection (using a shield to compensate) so developing thicker and fully protective armor would be the next logical#step in the arms race#I think it would be a fun constructed history for armor technology to outpace these simple firearms enough that they end up largely#abandoned in favor of re-specializing in close combat but I don't really care to plan out the far future that much
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buncha emmet n benny doobles ( + plus a lil special spaceship ! )
#the lego movie#the lego movie 2#art#doodles#special spaceship#specialspaceship#special spaceship shipping#so many tags for the exact same thing hwbdhed#i feel like emmet would have many construction worker stories#like. a construction site with barely any guidelines seemingly??#so many stories to come outta that#not including worker stories he accidentally eavesdropped in
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Some inside job art! Mostly just trying to figure out how to draw these two
#inside job#brett hand#reagan ridley#doodles#these aren’t rlly anything special yet just me figuring out there designs but! there will be more…. I promise hhgh#I need to figure out how to draw Brett doing diff expressions ghgh. cuz so far I can only confidently draw him w his mouth gaping open#his mouth is so interesting tho! I love. how they draw it in the show. it’s cute. it’s one of his many cute qualities.#this is a man constructed out of mostly just cute qualities honestly ghgh#but so yeah! I wanna figure out. how to properly and confidently draw. him making diff expressions#cuz! even if usually smilingly vacantly is his default expression. he still has others! and. I wanna be able to depict them ghghg#I’m talking a lot about Brett here but I fucking love Reagan too.. she’s fucking… uGHG#WE LOVE TSUNDERES IN THIS HOUSE!!!#I kinda relate to both Brett and Reagan lol. but to be fair they both have a lot of issues so I guess it makes sense#like. me looking at Brett’s desperate need for approval: omg… he’s just like me fr fr#ghGH OK ANYWAY#yeah. have some inside job art#hopefully there will be more soon!#I fucked up one of the tags in there but I don’t feel like fixing it lol. it’s the one about ‘smiling vacantly’#just pretend it’s not fucked up ghgh
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G1 Autobot holoforms/human forms Part 3: The rest of the Ark crew
Okay, besides the rest of the Dinobots (cuz I already did Grimlock), but hang on. 😂
Ratchet
Wheeljack
Trailbreaker
Brawn
Windcharger
Gears
Huffer
Hauler
#i’m sorry huffer really does look like he’s wearing a ski mask lmao#that’s pretty smart tho considering their jobs#yeah he does construction but like hello special ops?!#why does wheeljack look so ominous tho woah lol#rip afa anoa'i#maccadam#humanformers#holoforms#ratchet#wheeljack#tf trailbreaker#tf brawn#tf windcharger#tf gears#tf huffer#tf hauler#maccadams#transformers#transformers fan continuity#tf g1#transformers generation one#transformers g1#autobots
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the boy in the band 💙
#dreamworks trolls#branch#branch trolls#au branch#my branch o3o#he's got some issues but he's mostly ok#dont worry about it#still workshopping this au?? boy? idk but i noted some stuff down and he's fun to draw :3#you can take the boy out of the band but you cant get rid of his special interest in construction#fanart#my art#doodle#sketch#chibi#cute#shitpost
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Crazy Ex Girlfriend appreciation week Day 1
Favorite character: Rebecca Nora Bunch
“I have no underlying issues to address.”
#cegweek2024#because I almost forgot I let myself be lazy with the quote lol. anyway a character of all time#rebecca bunch#crazy ex girlfriend#cegedit#ceg moodboards#my mooodboards*#mine*#s speaks#ceg#it Is a close call between her and Valencia since V has a very special place in my heart. but ultimately Rebecca is just so supremely#constructed as a character and is endlessly fascinating I can’t not choose her#also my Rebecca Pinterest board is really detailed I had a lot of material. This end result is more eclectic usually I’d make#the color scheme more consistent but also that is rather Rebecca core in itself#crazy ex girlfriend appreciation week#crazexedit#crazyexdaily#cegweek24
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rick rounds autistic and gets away with no one ever picking up on it via pretending all of the autism traits are 1) him being rude on purpose and 2) him just being a REALLY dedicated and stoic leader.
he never makes eye contact with anyone and seems to ignore to half of the things you say when talking to him? yeah he’s locked into that sigma grindset bro he doesnt have time for your bullshit. he refuses to let anyone touch him? oh is he also gonna cry and tell you about his feelings while you’re hugging 🥺🥺🥺? he barely makes any facial expressions, his voice is always monotone and he won’t react at all if you break down crying in front of him? yeah hes hardcore man completely unreadable. he gets really loud and angry and unpredictable when theres a lot of people and noise and lights? yeah hes a fucking wildcard bro you dont wanna mess around near him trust me. we need real men like this leading America forward thank god men are finally being masculine again 🙏🙏🙏 (/s)
#rick rounds#hfth#thank you for coming to my ted talk sorry for calling rick rounds a sigma#shout out to that time he walked outside and it was kinda bright so he screamed in agony threw an axe at someone and collapsed#just like me fr fr#jupiter talks#this isnt even every reason i think hes autistic btw i have so much evidence#guy is a walking raads-r test it just gets missed by most ppl bc hes also a tough as nails big scary military guy with a deep voice#whos main interests seem to be ‘weapons + combat’ and ‘survival top tips’#special interests in the grind and killing people to death 😔 /hj#<- not a slight against anyone to be clear. he has that effect on purpose the carefully constructed persona he invented#to keep himself safe is what his whole storyline is about
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I translated the first ever interview with Young Lion Mikami Kyosuke, published on New Japan’s website, from March 8, 2010.
Hit by Hansen’s bull rope and awakened to pro wrestling! A quick interview with anticipated newcomer Mikami Kyosuke
The Act Tower Tournament was held in Hamamatsu on March 7th. There, a newcomer made his long anticipated debut against Taguchi Ryusuke.
His name is Mikami Kyosuke. Influenced by pro wrestling since childhood, he joined the prestigious Senshu University’s wrestling club in order to become a professional wrestler. We managed to catch Mikami for an interview before his match! In this first-ever interview, we talked to him about his current state of mind, his passion, and information about himself.
- Your debut match was decided rather abruptly, wasn’t it?
M: Yes. I was told five days ago. And I’m still about to b*rf (from stress.) I thought “Well, I’m debuting after Fale” (laughs) (Fale Simi Taitoko = a trainee from the same class / debuted in April)
- Mikami, please tell us about your background.
M: I did judo and amateur wrestling, and then entered Senshu University on a wrestling sports recommendation from Nigata prefecture’s Maki Agricultural High school (now Maki Sougou High School)
- That’s a famous college with a prestigious connection to pro wrestling, right?
M: Our coach was Hase Hiroshi (ex pro wrestler, current Lower House member) and Nakanishi (Manabu) would watch over our training sessions as well. Hirasawa (Mitsuhide) was a third year student there when I was a first year. But, I dropped out……
- Excuse me for asking, but why did you drop out?
M: Because I didn’t go to class. I was an economics major but I don’t have any interest in economics (laughs). I originally wanted to do pro wrestling, which is why I originally started amateur wrestling in the first place.
- So, after that?
M: I tried to enroll with New Japan Pro Wrestling, but my application didn’t make it past the initial screening. My dad scolded me, saying “What’re you gonna do about your student debt, you bastard!” and I thought “This is really bad” as I moved back to my hometown.
I owe my dad a large amount of money to pay off my student loan. So after that, I worked construction for about a year, and then for about four years I was a freeter working at restaurants, at a beach resort, a pachinko parlor, and so on. But then in May of 2009, the (New Japan Pro Wrestling dojo) admission test rules changed, and the height restriction was removed. Hirasawa said “Hey, what’re you gonna do? You gonna go for it?” and I submitted the application one more time.
- And in June 23rd of 2009, you became a student. Were you always a pro wrestling fan?
M: Yeah. Due to my dad’s influence, I always was. When I was still in preschool, I got hit by Stan Hansen’s bull rope at an All Japan show, and my pro wrestling awakening began. All Japan, New Japan, FMW, I loved ‘em all.
- Did you tell anyone about your debut?
M: My parents and my local friends. And later I told my friends on GREE [Note from me: GREE is a gaming social media ap, so this is kind of like telling your Steam friends or something] I told them, "I'm gonna be in a match." The reactions from everyone were pretty intense. Because I hadn't told anyone I was a trainee at New Japan. I only told everyone once the company officially announced it and posted my name on the website. As you might expect, my mother is worried about me. But my grandma, who loves pro wrestling, said “YEAH, GO GET EM!” (laughs)
- What is your special move?
M: I’m just debuting right now, I don’t have a special move yet (laughs) But, since I’ve been doing amateur wrestling for so long, I think I’ll concentrate on a single leg, double leg, and tackle.
- And your “sales point” is?
M: I’ve got a stocky body type, but I’m going for “chubby yet agile.”
- And your rivals are?
M: Right now, the students in the dojo are Fale and Takahashi, and classmates are perfect as rivals. And of course I’m aware of Hirasawa as well.
- What kind of wrestler do you want to be?
M: Most of all, I want to be someone that everyone wants to cheer for. Basically, it’s stupid, but I love attention (laughs) I want to be the kind of pro wrestler that makes the fans yell “DO YOUR BEST!”
- The opponent you want to fight is?
M: There are too many to even name.
- Finally, express your enthusiasm to us in one sentence.
M: Anyway, pleased to meet you all and thank you for your support, I’ll keep working hard and doing my best. Taguchi is IWGP Jr Tag Champion so, having a person like that as my debut opponent is an incredible honor. Anyway, I plan to use the things that he has taught me. Pleased to meet you all, thank you for your support.
#njpw#el desperado#my translation#yes his answer to that last question is exactly as awkward as it was in the original japanese lol#The type of construction work he did is specifically a construction worker who specializes in climbing to build and remove scaffolding#but I don't think there's a word for that in english?#Anyway I think of this interview and get emotional whenever someone in the crowd yells DO YOUR BEST at Desperado
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Hi everyone!
This is just a little red dead snippet I wrote the other day while down in the dumps. I hope to write more, I have a lot of thoughts for a fic but I’ve never really written before so I’m giving it a try! Please be kind!
“I’ve given up. People just let you down.”
“That’s probably true.”
Arthur sits in silence contemplating your words as you both sit atop your horses overlooking the wide stretch of plains ahead of you. The grass transitioning from a golden green to a darker more peaceful color.
“I don’t think everyone is bad though”
Arthur remarks thoughtfully.
You shake your head and climb down. It’s about time to settle for the night, there’s a long trip ahead of you both.
“If everyone isn’t bad then what do you call it when everyone is out for themself?”
“Well look at the gang. We do for each other. Everybody pitches in. We’re a family.”
“But would the gang still be a family if one person in it had money? Or if somebody fucked up really bad?”
“I guess it wouldn’t be the same as it is now. But I’d like to think there’s more holding us together than needing money.”
Arthur has a good heart. You wish you could still see things the way he does. It’s amazing with all he’s been through that he can still see good in the world. But what hardened Arthur into a better man only made you a shell of who you once were. Where Arthur sees ghosts you only see dirt and skeletons. There’s nothing left for you.
“Do you think you’ll ever love again Arthur?”
He looks at you for a moment. And you can see deep thoughts circling in his stormy eyes. Maybe that question was too far. But you don’t care. There isn’t much you care about anymore.
“I reckon I’d like to try. But I don’t see it being like it used to be. Before I got old. Before things got so damn complicated.”
“I think something broke inside me. I’m just here. Ain’t nothing more to it than that I suppose.”
Even as you say it, you know you feel a longing for that connection. It was unbearable to lose the man you loved. To lose everything you’d ever known. But it’s unbearable to think of moving on. So for now you’re just existing.
“It’s gonna be okay eventually.”
You feel Arthur’s hand on your shoulder.
“It has to be. It has to be.”
#arthur morgan#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#arthur morgan x reader#eventually#I want to make a full fic with a very special reader but I haven’t worked my way up to it yet#constructive comments are welcome#please don’t be mean#I don’t have the resiliency for it#arthur morgan x f!reader#arthur morgan x female reader
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you should draw gcbc in the middle w/ emmet and Benny on oposites sides of gcbc with them all holding hands titled “Gcbc has two hands”
hi anon, needed you to know that i saw this and i love you. specialspacecops my shining stars. also everybody loves gcbc (me included)
#ik i didnt follow the ask exactlyyy but i got inspired#specialspacecops#construction cop#special spaceship#the lego movie#lego movie#benny the spaceman#benny tlm#emmet brickowski#tlm emmet#gcbc#good cop bad cop#god bless america i have specialspacecops art that doesn't deal psychic damage to me specifically when i look at it#my old piece was fine i just couldve done literally everything better
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Octo-tober Day 3: Monster
I've wanted to post some Octonauts fanfics for a while now, and Octo-tober seems like a good way to test the waters! I don't plan on posting all of my writing for this event, which is why I'm just now starting at day three :p It's because I finally wrote something (I think) good enough to post. Anyways. This is set right before the Monster Map episode.
(@4eyedloser just in case the tags get weird)
Peso has about a million cousins and uncles and aunts and grandparents. You can see a photo of some of them, in a panorama hung on the wall by his bed. Dashi has her sister. Shellington, a sister of his own, and a nephew. Tweak, her dad, Barnacles, his twin sister, nephew, and niece. Inkling has a nephew as well.
Kwazii, he has his grandad. That he hasn’t seen in years.
Calico Jack’s quite the character, has been since Kwazii was just a kitten. He’d never go a night without elaborate tales filling the stale air of the ship’s galley. Midnights on a sea of knives.
Adventures, great escapes, and more often than not, monsters. A ship-crushing shallowtooth, a hairy-webbed clockerflock, his daring escapades are what Kwazii sees in his dreams. In his dreams, he’s there with him.
In his dreams, he’s there with him.
Kwazii doesn’t think about where his grandad is. Doesn’t think of what waters he’s in, or… if he’s been swallowed by them. He doesn’t think of his ship, or Pete, or what monster he’s maybe facing now, or of his voice… what Calico Jack, his fearsome, brave, bold pirate grandad, would think of him now. If he was here–if he’s alive–what would he say? What would he not? Hardwood, rope swinging, and fiery gold. Orange sharks, oxygen tanks, and fish biscuits.
When Kwazii woke up that morning, his whiskers pointed him to a map. The pieces clicked. They were in just the right location…
He pounced to open the secret compartment on the top of his coat rack. He yanked the map out, thin and brittle like a roll of cinnamon, one of the last shards of Calico Jack. He’ll find that lost city. Come hell or high water or a colossal yeti-faced terrorknit. No monsters–or memories–would get in the way of this pirate.
#octotober2024#i haven't watched the monster map episode in a hot minute so if there's some random other canonical origin to the map oh well#i was also thinking of the Amazon Adventure special while writing this#octonauts#kwazii#octonauts kwazii#I know this is barely any writing at all#but I'll take any and all constructive criticism#is it in character guys#*cringes*
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unnecessarily long wall of text tag essay aside, “we all need to be nicer to men so they don’t radicalise and try to kill us” is really not a take i’m in the mood for hearing right now.
#sorry i've just seen that post on my dash like half a dozen times since yesterday and quietly rolled my eyes at it every single time.#in case it needs to be said: i don't hate men!#i'm not about to tell other marginalised people how to live their lives but in general i don't think it's healthy or constructive#to express hatred for an entire class of people like that. even just as venting.#HOWEVER.#i also don't see why it's my job to make men in particular feel any more welcome or uplifted or loved or valued than anyone else.#i'm not gonna tiptoe my way around discussions of misogyny and go out of my way to make it clear that Not All Men#just to ensure that some dude who's apparently not capable of critical thinking doesn't get his feelings hurt.#if he's gonna turn into a nazi just because i wasn't extra specially niceys to him#then it kinda sounds like he was just looking for an excuse to become a nazi!#do you think blackpilled incels go on shooting sprees because the left didn't make them feel sufficiently welcome?#or do you think it's just perhaps because the patriarchy made them feel like they were entitled to something they actually aren't#and encouraged them to respond in violent ways when they were denied.#c'mon now everyone.#anyway would you look at that. another wall of text.
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im fascinated what is tomb guardians au i am immediately imagining ava trying to get (very serious about her job) bea to talk to her (t4t aka tomb for tomb communication) like “it’s because you’re always on that damn guarding the tomb” and bea staring at her like “oh (relevant semi-religious curse word/deity invocation), i HAVE to fuck her”
Hi 😄 tomb guardians au is exactly that! except a little weirder, i think. Because they arent the guards stalking the graveyard they are the inhumanly stone-and-metal-but-not-really guardians themselves ☺️it's like what if beatrice had two heads and stood watch over the sealed, entombed heart of a bloodline. And ava was the new, terrible protector of a clan of craftsmen on a hilltop, buried with chambers of generations of their art. And what if they were necropolis neighbors 😳
This is one chunk previously posted and this shorter thing is set a little later, during the wedding mentioned in the first part. i think it kind of matches this ask pretty well 🥺:
Weddings are just like funerals: they’re never safe. The procession overflows from the courtyard at the mouth of the tombhouse, and nobody turns their attention to the other side of the hill. That's Ava’s job. Beatrice, perched carefully atop her roof in a long line of others she can vaguely make out, stretched across the rim of the hills, can see her sway and duck through kitestrings and tree-hung lanterns blowing in the wind as she keeps vigil.
There’s fire, and an uncoordinated symphony of chattering accompanying music, and colored smoke that drifts up and drenches the air in pinks and yellows. The party had started at the Salviuses’ inner city tombhall, and then wound its way through the cobbled streets to settle here sometime around midday. Now the sun has cooled from its boil and the clouds are dissipating in streaks leaving swatches of color overtop the trees.
Celebration mixes with ceremony in equal parts, and Ava’s soaking it in, so she told Beatrice herself. Amidst the rush of activity at the Silvas’, she’d found her way over yesterday, dangling her human legs over a particularly stubborn branch that tipped over a brass gate, lurching under her weight towards brown grass.
“And, if you want,” she’d said quickly, “the view from atop our central mausoleum is incomparable.” Following the parched trajectory of Beatrice’s traitorous eyes, Ava had reached up to hurriedly smooth out the colorful combs that had erupted from her crown as she blurted out the offer. “You could see the dances up close.”
She paused, as Beatrice reached out, at first hesitantly, then bravely, to gently still Ava’s hands from patting down the sharp, fiery crests. It’s okay.
(I like them.)
“We’re close enough that you could still keep a lookout for things over here.”
Proximity, of course, was in truth the last thing that Beatrice feared would compromise her duty, and she knew that Ava knew it too.
They sat in silence, not uncomfortably. Hot plumes, from where the days-long feast was being prepared in great earthen pots and pits on the rolling green surrounding the Silva walls, thinned out as they passed through the trees to Beatrice’s clearing.
Whispers of stews, and meats, and spices. Beatrice felt, suddenly, terribly hungry.
“Will you ask again tomorrow?” she chanced, finally.
Ava, bright and shocked and delighted, laughed. In her relief she nearly fell backwards off the branch, taking with her Beatrice, who had joined her on the tree.
Razor-edged fronds sprung up again from the top of her sun-warmed head. “Horrible”, she joked.
Beatrice disagreed, and let her know.
Now, the sky is dampening, and the wedding party, in dribs and drabs, pauses to refill its cups and light its candles. In this twilight Beatrice lets herself turn to the west.
It is not easy to see, but the creature on the Silva house is there, beyond the clasp of woods, and when Beatrice meets its eyes its form unfolds in magnificent, menacing span and its unmistakable, jagged tail rises, quick and high, as in warning or challenge.
From this far away, and half-hidden by foliage, it is impossible to make out the details of that bolted, harsh surface, but Beatrice knows how it feels under her palm, fluttering and leathery and spiny and warm, just as she knows by a glance the towering shape of the display and the exaggerated, daring, silly invitation that it extends across the space between their roofs.
Ridiculous.
Ava – terrifying as she extinguishes the numerous wraiths that have already sought to take advantage of the guardian transition, serious as the new caretaker of an artistic legacy, and an achingly, brilliantly quick learner of that uncommon dialect spoken by Beatrice’s house – lifts off her roof in a dramatic jump, and lands with a shaking thud that sends shivers through the ground all the way over.
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Help arrives so quickly that Beatrice knows said help is going to give her a hard time.
“Mary,” she greets, relieved all the same. “Are you sure you don’t mind keeping watch?”
“Yeah, don’t worry, Shannon's got it all handled back home,” Mary traces the perimeter easily, scanning the horizon in each direction and then feeling the hollows and convexities of the tombhouse in quick reappraisal. Beatrice stands aside as she smoothly pads across the surface of what she must have judged to be possible points of weakness, tests the robustness of a couple of Beatrice’s carefully constructed defenses, then nods, satisfied.
A great-aunt, peeking out too to watch the celebrations, looks up, sees Mary, and waves. Mary sends her a bow.
“You know, Bea, she’s right,” she hums, finally. “It’s not too far away, and you’ve always been focused when out visiting.”
The bait is not particularly subtle, and Beatrice narrows her eyes.
“I just don’t think it’s safe to reduce any protections during a celebration when everyone’s guards are down.” She busies herself with cleaning up the place, tightening the wards and doing some final redundant sweeps and checks. “It’d be easy for someone or something to slip through, especially with so many unfamiliar faces.”
“Mm. And you’d be distracted.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Sure.” Mary circles, then sits down, settling in and getting comfortable. She uncoils and reaches out to nudge Beatrice gently where she’s examining the shifts in some stones very conscientiously. “And I promise not to look over.”
“Mary.”
“What?” She shrugs, casually puts out a strong claw and kicks Beatrice firmly off the parapet. “Time to go-o.”
There’s a shower of stone fragments as Beatrice shakes and gathers herself to snap and snarl halfheartedly and harmlessly up at her from the ground.
Mary looks over the edge and shakes her head, grinning. “Oh, baby girl,” she tsks, “Don’t tell me you need me to teach you how to fuck her.”
“Mary!”
Mary’s laughter echoes as Beatrice turns and steals into the darkness, necks hot with embarrassment. “Now hurry up, Beatrice,” her call seeps, howling, into the roots. It warps with the topography of the earth into something deep and old, sinking its frigid teeth into Beatrice’s bones. But the shape of the wind whipping past Beatrice’s ears is fond and teasing in its turbulence as she tears through the thicket. “Your poor girl’s waiting for you.”
#Listen everyone should get one pet weird-au for themselves (Or twenty-three)#I believe it is the wikipedia page on long barrows (?) that’s like yeah.#These deliberately and specially constructed early neolithic resting places were actually more than tombs#and were in fact important spaces for social and religious life and afterlife.#And yk the grand tradition of graveyard guardians and cemetery protectors in cultures and civilizations all over the world#warding off warm-blooded robbers and less-corporeal (non blooded??) threats 😌 i just think they’re neat#tomb guardians au#thanks for the ask! i had segments of this written out already but this kicked me into cleaning it up#'cleaning it up' ish** i am very rusty sorry. there are probably diction and grammar and flow issues but those will only disappear#if i proofread it 283 more times and i just don't have the space/time in me to do that right now for a tumblr snip 🥲
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i am absolutely a nicki girl by the way it's just that much like show!lestat my love for him is so pure he doesn't even have to be hot. he can be an ugly crier with a floppy lil wig it only inspires tenderness.
#i'm kind of worried the show will feel the need to minimize him so louis-lestat can shine. it does not! he's the blueprint for all the sad#bitches who came after but it's very clear louis is the one who drove lestat fully out of his mind forever#don't actually love the show's take on romance and monogamy. i feel like it's in conversation with#twilight vampire mormonism and also modern fuck boy culture#the original has nothing to do with either of those things and i think has a very specific take on romantic love and fidelity#that exists on the border of what is love to the dead. like when you strip away the social constructs of the living and reinvent love for#yourself outside of those boundaries what does it look like#and my specialist blorbo is the little black dress of my world and i ship him with everyone#like i'm a lestat was cheating on louis with antoine truther but the special sauce was that he wasn't actually going outside the boundaries#of his relationship with louis he was playing games and daring him to admit he cared enough to be mad about it#like it's the oblique bitchiness of louis being like oh i wish he'd just hurry it up and eat him#that would be kinder#the way antoine does very much offer something to lestat that louis doesn't#and not just like. a dumping ground for his frustrations at home#music! affection! they were FRIENDS#was lestat thinking about eating him the whole time probably but that's not the point#press says iwtv#interview with the vampire#nicolas de lenfent
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me the entire time in Durgan's Battery: waugh just like Deep Roads Dragon Age
#not really 'just like' ofc they they ARE def distinct#brainworm brain keeps thinking abt the deep roads anyway lol#specially kal'hirol#what with it being where golems were tinkered with and with the lingering ghosts of the casteless who made a stand here#pillar posting#i kept going 'ooo like the anvil of the void' w that one construct factory temple too btw jsdfkfjsdk
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