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On your knees (Sylus x MC)

Summary: Sylus has balls, showing up at your work as if he own the place. Still, you're glad to feel see him.

Character: MC x Sylus

Genre: explicit sexual content, provocative

Pet names: Kitten, Sweetie, Love

Word count: 2,202 | Reading Time: 9 min | AO3

WARNINGS: mdni, blowjob

"Are you crazy?" you whisper to Sylus, shoving him into the cramped maintenance room. "How can you even walk in out of this building?"

Sylus smirks, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "So you're not happy to see me, kitten?"

"That's not the point of this conversation, Sy" you hiss, glancing at the door as if expecting someone to burst in.

The room is suffocatingly small, packed with clutter: shelves crammed with tools, dusty boxes piled in the corners. A single, feeble light bulb dangles overhead, its grimy surface casting a dim, uneven glow over the two of you. You've cornered Sylus against an overcrowded shelf, leaving him nowhere to go.

"I like the look on your face when you're angry"

"Are you not even concerned about getting caught?"

"Caught doing what? Hiding in a closet? Or being the leader of Onychinus and your lover?" His grin widens.

You raise an eyebrow. Sometimes you don't know if he is incredibly bold or just stupid. Walking inside the HQ full of Hunters, in broad daylight, like he owned the place. Why is he even awake?

"Sylus, get out of here" you say, your voice tight with urgency.

He chuckles softly. "You’re the one who shoved me into this closet. Now it’s my fault?"

You click your tongue in irritation, biting back the retort on your lips. Yeah, you didn’t think this through. You sigh, exasperated.

"What are you doing here?" you demand, pressing closer to him, forcing him harder against the shelving. The feeling of his hard chest, is amazing but you can't let that distract you. Focus.

"Business" he replies nonchalantly,

"What kind of business?" Your eyes narrow, suspicion creeping into your tone.

"Sweetie" he drawls, a sly smile curling his lips "are you practising a new interrogation technique? Because I don’t think you’ll get much intel like this. But…" Your instincts kick in, hairs on the back of your neck rising. You know what’s coming—he always does this. You try to step back, to create space, but he moves faster. Before you can escape, he spins you around, reversing the roles. Now you’re the one pinned against the shelf. Sylus tilts your chin up with his fingers, his expression infuriatingly amused. "I could give you the reason, if you let me play a little" he murmurs, his voice a low purr.

"This is not the moment for that" Sylus is already nipping on your neck. Leaving small bites and kisses on it. You need to focus.

"No? I think it's perfect.' As he bites hard you let out a whine and he puts one hand over your mouth. "Careful, sweetie" he whispers with a soft laugh, his breath warm against your skin.

"This... reminds me of the last time we were hiding. But now I have both hands free."

Your eyes widen, a flicker of panic and anticipation coursing through you. Is he planning to take you right here? The thought of it the heat is pooling low in your stomach. Sylus is an expert in making you wet your panties with just a few teasing kisses. Fuck, it’s infuriating—and addictive. You hate how much you love it.

He crashes his lips against yours, first teasing with a slow lick before diving deeper, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hungry urgency. A low growl rumbles from his chest as his hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. The move makes your breath hitch. He needs better access, and you can’t deny him.

Heat surges through you like a wildfire, and you’re losing control, piece by piece. With just one kiss he’s ignited all the desire you have for him. You crave more. You want to lose yourself in that mouth, on that lips, they feel so comfortable and warm. Give me more. I want more.

Sylus feels how you relax in his arms. He uses the moment to tighten his grip on you, pulling you closer. His knee slides between your legs, nudging you just right, and a gasp escapes your lips. He smirks against your mouth, and you hate how much that little gesture sets you ablaze. Your hips move instinctively, grinding against his thigh, desperate for friction. The rough fabric of his pants brushes against your bare skin, and you silently thank the gods for your uniform’s shorts today.

He notices—of course, he notices—and his smirk deepens. Sylus finally breaks the kiss, your face is flushed.

"That’s my girl," he murmurs, his voice dark and honeyed, as if he’s rewarding you for giving in to him so easily.

You pussy is a mess already, you can feel how it is watering, pulsing, practically aching. The heat between your thighs almost unbearable You want him. Now. Even your nipples, sensitive under your bra, are stiff and restless. You can’t help but recall how he’s worshipped your breasts before—his hands squeezing them, slapping them, covered in his delicious and hot cum.

"Not so fast, my love" your expression is begging for more. He brushed with his thumb over your swollen lips. "Go on your knees"

You blink, momentarily confused. What did he say? Normally he likes to heat you up, eating you out until you’ve come so many times you’re breathless before he even thinks about his own pleasure. A change in dynamics isn’t unwelcome—it’s just… unexpected.

"You have come all the way here just for a blowjob?" one hand sliding up to rest on his hard dick pressing against this black slack. "Is this the business you needed to attend?

Sylus lets out a low, amused laugh, the sound vibrating in the small, dusty room. You try to regain control, resuming your so-called "interrogation," determined to pry out the real reason for his sudden, reckless appearance. But Sylus, as always, has other plans.

"Go on your knees," he says again, his voice like velvet, wrapping around you and making it impossible to resist. His lips curve into a knowing smirk. "Do that, and I’ll tell you after. Word."

You hesitate for only a moment, but deep down, you know Sylus never breaks his promises. Playing along might actually get you the answers you’re after. And if not... well, the thought of what comes next already has your mouth watering. You want him—desperately. You want to feel him, taste him, make him lose that infuriating composure for once.

With a deep breath, you do as he says. Shifting positions, you sink to your knees before him, the cramped maintenance room fading into the background. Sylus leans back against the shelf, his gaze fixed on you with a predatory glint that sends shivers racing through your body.

Sylus doesn’t break eye contact as he unfastens his pants, his movements slow and deliberate, meant to tease. He pushes down the waistband of his pants and boxers in one fluid motion, freeing himself. His cock springs out, hard and ready, the sight alone making your core clench with need.

A pulse of heat rushes through you, your body reacting instantly. You swallow hard, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but the ache between your thighs only grows stronger.

Sylus is clearly enjoying the view. You glance up at him, your expression a mix of defiance and silent questioning. Are we really doing this? Here? Inside the HQ?

You’ve clearly lost your mind. Or maybe you lost it the moment you met this man.

His smirk deepens, wicked and commanding. "Lick," he says, his voice low, almost a growl. You don’t need him to tell you twice. You want him—all of him—for yourself.

Leaning in, you run your tongue slowly along his base, savouring the soft hiss that escapes his lips. The sound sends a thrill through you, and you feel a surge of pride knowing you can pull those reactions from him.

One hand steadies you on his thigh, gripping him lightly, while your other hand glides up his leg, fingertips brushing over his skin until it finds its way to his balls.

You play with his tip, before opening your mouth, taking him all the way in. It feels so good. Despite how big he is, you make the effort to reach the base. When you feel safe, you start moving, back and forth. It tastes so good.

He doesn't usually let you take control, almost never, but this is incredible. Even though he initiated it, you can control how you suck him.

Your saliva begins to drip down your chin, a soft trail of moisture marking your movements. The sound of sucking, your quiet sighs, and the laboured rhythm that’s both slow and deliberate, savouring the taste of him, the heat, the way his body responds to each touch.

You can hear Sylus, his own breath ragged, soft groans escaping him as his fingers curl into your hair, guiding you with gentle pressure.

Sylus leans down a bit, his voice low and steady, but there’s an edge to it now. "That’s it… just like that…" His words drift off, swallowed by the sound of your movements.

It’s so rare to hear him like this, a vulnerability in his voice that’s almost impossible to ignore. The sound of him—soft and unguarded—pulls you deeper into the moment, making everything else fade away.

Your body aches with need, every instinct screaming for release, but hearing him, drawing those sounds from him, is even more intoxicating. You want to touch yourself, to feel the same pleasure coursing through you, but you hold back.

"Oh, faster..." you can tell he’s close, his breath uneven, the tension in his body growing with every passing second.

You decide to take a chance, pausing your movements for a moment to interrupt his pleasure, switching to using your hand instead. But the look Sylus gives you—a dark, almost predatory expression—sends a shiver down your spine. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

"Love..." he murmurs, his voice low and commanding, a warning. He removes your hand from him gently but firmly, before gripping your chin with his other hand. The pressure of his thumb on your lower lip forces you to open your mouth, the dominance in his touch undeniable. "You're not done" he says, making it clear you’ve only just begun.

You hesitate for only a moment before obeying, your breath catching in your throat as you follow his lead. Sylus stuffed his dick in your mouth. He grabs your hair firmly but without hurting you. His pace is demanding, relentless, but there's a rhythm to it, and you can’t help but feel drawn deeper into the intensity of the moment. Tears fall from the effort, your jaw begins to hurt. Sylus is fucking your mouth, and the feeling is priceless. You roll your eyes back in your head.

"Such a good kitten for me." Sylus tries to keep himself under control. Seeing your pretty face, making such erotic expressions, he wants to ruin you in every possible way. But not there, in this instant he is happy to fuck you like that.

The air around you grows heavier, charged with the energy of the moment, and you can feel your own pulse quickening. You're so cock drunk. Right now, you don’t care if anyone finds you like this. You just want to feel Sylus cum on your tongue. You look up at him, your eyes meeting his with a silent understanding. Letting him know that you're ready for him to cum. The moment seems to stretch, suspended in time.

"Ready?" you try to nod while he thrust your mouth even deeper and quicker. You feel his cock pulse and get even harder. It's a sensation you love on your tongue. You hear him moaning softly and then you feel it, his cum filling you, sweet and hot. Sylus keeps fucking you as you try to drink his juice.

Sylus releases his grip on your hair, his hands moving quickly to pull you toward him. His lips find yours in a desperate kiss, hungry and urgent. The intensity of it consumes you. He doesn't mind to taste himself in your mouth. The kiss breaks for just a moment, and you’re both left gasping.

"Did I hurt you?" you shake your head. It was amazing. Sylus lick the rest of his cum from you lips and chin. "Good"

"Now, tell me, why are you here?" you ask, your voice steady despite the heat still lingering between you.

Sylus laughs softly, the sound rich and dark, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "I have a meeting with your... boss," he replies nonchalantly, glancing at his watch. "Actually, it was supposed to be fifteen minutes ago. Time really flies when I’m with you, sweetie."

He takes a slow breath, shifting slightly, before reaching into his pocket. With a smooth motion, he hands you the key to his car. "Do me a favor," he says, his voice almost casual "You know what to do if things go south." The nonchalance of his request catches you off guard.

"Wait for me" Sylus says, his voice low and smooth, a promise hidden within the words. "Then I can take care of you at my place."

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[windvexer]

Hi, Chicken!

Perhaps a silly question, but maybe you know: is the chemical composition of stones (regular rocks picked up on a beach, or in a forest) somehow important in spells? Can I just use them in a protection spell if I associate them with something solid and safe? Or can I use a rock whose shape reminds me of the moon in a spell related to the moon?

I'm not really into crystal magic, but I like picking up pretty rocks and putting them on my windowsill, so I thought about using them.

Good morning! You can certainly do anything you like. Here is some theory you may find to be helpful.

We might consider that any object can have three bodies: its physical body, it's mental body, and its astral body. (this is an oversimplification).

These bodies stack together like matryoshka dolls. The physical body is the anchor that holds the mental body, and the mental body is the harbor that accepts and shelters the astral body.

The physical body is just as you describe in your post: the chemical composition and the shape of the rock.

Many rocks found in the forest or beach only have a physical body, and do not have mental or astral bodies,

The mental body is something people create by assigning meaning and possibility to the rock.

The mental body can be thought of as a gossamer vessel nestled within an object that can hold the even more subtle energies of astral (magical) power.

The concept of adding a mental body to something is more or less the same thing as "programming" or "setting intent."

Physical body: Rock that looks like a moon Mental body: "This rock looks like the moon, therefore it's good at hosting lunar energies." Astral body: Lunar energy channeled into the rock, filling the mental and physical bodies like sand filling up a shapely glass bottle

In this paradigm, the process of developing and setting the mental body is vital for acts of magic; in fact, if you're in a rush, you can skip the physical altogether.

Technically - and to actually answer your question, Anon - you can apply any mental body to anything and it will work, at least for a little while.

Specifically, all mental bodies last until they are worn down and eroded by the astral ecosystem, and the ecosystem of human thoughts (as, after all, all humans can create mental bodies - not just practitioners).

if the mental body is in harmony with its physical body, then the physical body provides support that shelters the mental body. This is like building a swimming pool at the bottom of a natural basin.

The natural curve of the land holds and supports the cement. But even if the swimming pool cement cracks, the water isn't going anywhere fast - the physical environment of the construct supports its purpose, so the effects of the construct last much longer without maintenance; and the rain supplements water in the natural basin anyway.

If the mental body is rooted in a hostile or unsupportive environment, it will fade much more quickly. This is like building a swimming pool at the top of a precarious volcano. Yes, you can do it. And it will hold water. But the extreme environment of the volcano heat cracks the cement, and when the cement cracks the water will spill out and tumble away. It may rain, but the pool is not at the bottom of a basin to collect rain - it will only get what falls right into it.

When people talk about "you don't need any tools or ingredients, all you need for magic is yourself and your energy," in my praxis what they are probably saying is, "you don't need the physical body of objects; you can skip that and work only with mental structures that you directly energize."

And this is true. You can attach mental bodies to anything, regardless of their suitability to host that type of magic.

If all of this is true, then which found rocks are the best for any given purpose?

I think starting with rocks that you associate with things (like solid protection, or the moon) is a very good start.

Work enough with found objects and perhaps you will find a system developing for yourself; rocks with a bluish tint always seem well-suited for hosting the Moon, and big heavy black rocks with mica sparkles always seem best for protection, and so on.

However, more work can always be done.

In my opinion, the single most impactful thing the average practitioner can do to increase the power and efficacy of a spell is to just decorate the physical spell vessel in alignment with the spell intent.

If you have a nice sturdy rock and you paint a protective symbol on it, then the mythical landscape of that rock changes. It becomes an environment more in harmony with a protective mental body.

Please forgive me as we delve here a little deeper:

What is the ideal form of your protective spell? Should it be like a placid moat that becomes infinitely wide and confusingly misty for intruders?

This is different from a protection which is like a goat made of fire which has a battle scream and headbutts intruders.

These two protections ought to have different physical bodies, because they are very different things.

Still you would choose the rock based on initial impressions: "doesn't this rock sort of remind you of an angry goat?"

But then you can take it home and paint it.

The symbols you choose for the placid moat might include the color blue, long waving lines, the alchemical symbol for water, and the symbol of the moon to represent illusions; words themselves make good decorations, as do sigils. (Painting the physical body with a symbol that directly translates into the mental body... a good decoration, I think).

All of these decorations terraform the mythical landscape of the stone to prepare it to hold the mental construct. And indeed, as you decorate the stone, you are also simultaneously building the mental body.

But you don't necessarily need to create permanent changes. Using knot magic and tying up the stone in a net, adding it to a jar or pouch with other ingredients, or placing it on top of specially prepared sigils or artwork can also function as decorations that modify the physical body.

Then, when the time for enchantment comes, I hazard your found stone will make a significantly better protection than someone who just bought and cleansed some celestite off of Etsy.

But what about the chemical composition of the stone? There are always attributes in any object we can't change.

Stones are slow and heavy. To me, at least. I'm never going to decorate a stone hard enough that it doesn't make a spell slower and heavier.

But at a certain point, the details become fine enough that they stop having an impact.

What if the refined white sugar I use is beet sugar, not cane sugar? What if the sugar beet was from a heritage cultivar, not a modern one? What if the cultivar of the beet was genetically modified? What if the package of brown sugar from beets is dark brown sugar, not light brown sugar?

To me, it's brown sugar.

To me, it's a heavy black rock with some mica in it.

You can go all the way down if you want. You can get really into isotope witchcraft, that would be cool.

But once I paint a big red X on it, I believe most of those fine details are superseded.

And even if you don't want to modify the physical body at all, you can attach a mental body to anything.

Once you develop your path enough to get symbols that directly link the physical to the mental (like, wolves mean protection, and red means protection, and an X means protection), you can start to really modify physical vessels to very closely match the intent of the spell.

And when the physical vessel and the intent are totally harmonized, and you add magical/astral energies that are lockstep with intent and form, the floodgates are opened and magic starts flowing through in very powerful ways.

But not all spells need to be like powerful, raging rivers.

You can dig a pond into any object, and fill it with energy. If it's a bad spot you will probably have to keep reconditioning the pond and hauling water to it, but it'll still work.

[celandeline]

Things Have Changed Pt. 2 (Carl Grimes x Reader)

Part 2 of 9, guys I am having a blast writing this. I forgot how much fun silly wish fulfillment fanfiction is (though i do also enjoy writing serious character/relationship focused fanfic too).

You can feel sweat pooling in your collarbones as you lean over the makeshift table you’d set up this morning, poring over the drawings you’d brought with you. Wall maintenance was no easy task, and something you had to worry about more than you’d like, so every time you find yourself outside of the safety of the community reinforcing the giant metal plating, you try your best to implement some of the longevity measures your father had been working on before his untimely death. Something certainly easier said than done. 

Tipping your head back to squint up at the two men currently working on the wall in front of you, carefully watching what they’re doing. You explained what you wanted when you started - hours ago now, when the sun hadn’t been beating down so hard on your backs - but you’d only been met with blank stares. Bridging the gap from your father’s intricate architectural theory-informed plans to this ragtag crew of Alexandrians, most of whom had never worked in construction before, was never easy. And often only led to middling success. 

“Not there! Not there!” You stand upright, shouting up to the top of the ladders. “Left!” You wave your arms in the right direction as Gale turns around to glance down at you. “We’re trying to diffuse the load bearing away from the center! Left!”

Gale rolls her eyes, but shifts over as much as she can on the ladder, beginning her work again on her left side. Once her back is turned, you flip her the bird before pulling the bottom of your shirt up to mop at some of the sweat clinging to your face. 

You turn your gaze to the surrounding area for a moment as the echoes of hammering bounce around the empty suburban homes. It was always important to keep an eye out for walkers when you’re doing wall maintenance. Working with metal tends to cause a lot of noise, and there were always a few stray walkers hiding in the nooks and crevices of destroyed suburbia. Nothing you couldn’t handle, but still something to be monitored. 

So when the smell of sun-rotted flesh passes by your nose on the breeze, it gives you pause. The handful of walkers you usually rustle up when you’re working on the wall aren’t enough to have the scent lingering in the air, unless they’re really close. But nothing stands out to you as you cast your eyes around the immediate area, nothing that could be the cause of the smell. It could only mean one thing…

“Come on down!” You call up the ladders, not bothering to hide the urgency in your tone. 

“What’s up?” The other member of your crew working with you today - Connor - calls down, brow furrowed. 

“I think we’ve got a herd coming in. I can smell ‘em on the wind.” You say. 

That’s enough to get them moving, dropping tools back into their belts and sliding down the ladders with ease. You fold up the drawings quickly, tucking them under one arm and looping your own tool bag over your shoulder with the other. Gale leads the way back to the gate, following along the wall until you reach the road again. You can smell it more here, only solidifying your guess. 

The gateman is quick to let you in, rolling the chain link back without question. “Calling it early?” He asks conversationally. 

Connor shakes his head, gesturing to you. “Caught a whiff of a herd on the breeze.” 

“Shit.” The gateman frowns, stepping aside so that you and your crew can dart behind the relative safety of the walls. He rolls the fence back closed, but doesn’t bother with the second screen, made of tarp to obscure within the walls from the outside. All of you linger by the gate, eyes scanning the horizon line between the shells of houses to see if your sense was correct. Soon enough, figures appear in the distance, and another breeze wafts the stench of death towards you. 

“God.” Gale wrinkles her nose at the smell. “I’ll never get used to that-”

Connor leans forward, squinting. “Somebody’s trying to get away.” He interrupts. “Look. There’s two of ‘em in front of the herd.”

You follow his line of sight, and sure enough, the two figures at the head of the pack are running - not the shambling shuffle of the undead. As they get closer to the gate you’re able to pick out more features, namely the wide brim of a well-loved sheriffs hat…

“Holy shit that's Carl.” You say, heart dropping to your stomach. You drop your tool bag to the ground in favor of pulling your machete from it’s place on your hip. Turning to the gateman, you’re quick to speak. “Open it back up, we have to help them.”

He hesitates, eyes on the small herd following Carl and his scavenging partner closer and closer to your home. “I’m not supposed to, when there’s-”

“Open it.” You say more forcefully. “We just need to get them inside.”

Maybe it’s that you’re on the council, maybe it’s your family name, or maybe it’s the fiery look in your eye that does it, but the gateman rolls the chain link back open, just enough so that you can step out. Connor and Gale are quick to follow you, Connor reaching to pull his handgun from it’s place in the waistband of his pants, but you stop him. “No guns. We don't need to draw more of them over here.”

He stops, hesitant. “I don’t have-”

“Here.” Gale passes him a monkey wrench.

Armed now, you lead the charge out onto the cracked streets, running towards Carl and his partner - who you now notice is limping slightly, her clearly favoring one ankle over the other. His eye widens when he sees you headed towards him, and he shoos you back, glancing over his shoulder at the walkers behind them. “What are you doing-?!”

“Help her!” You direct, pushing Connor towards the injured woman. He does so without question, looping one of her arms over his shoulder and starting back towards the gates as a steady clip. You fall into an easy formation with Gale and Carl behind them, readying your machete as the walkers approach. “We just need to keep them off their backs until the gates.”

The walkers lunge towards you, and you bring your machete down cleanly into the nearest one’s skull, cleaving the rotten bone open and slicing into the brain. The body slumps to the ground, dead for good, but you don’t pay it any mind, too focused on the walkers taking it’s place. Your mind empties as muscle memory and adrenaline take over, the slashing and killing coming easily to you after years of living like this. You keep Gale and Carl within your peripheries, subconsciously monitoring the sounds of their grunting and panting. Slowly, you let the walkers push you back towards the gates, until you pass underneath the shadow of the wall.

The gateman hurriedly rolls the chain link back into place and bolts it closed, the metal rattling as the walkers slam against it, their undead eyes still locked on you. You don’t have to look at them for long though, as the gateman slides the tarp back into place too, effectively cutting you off from the herd. Breathing heavy, you give yourself the once over; inspecting your gut-splattered arms for any scratches or bites. Satisfied, you turn to Gale. “Good?”

“Good.” She pants, pushing hair back on her forehead. “But I need a shower.” 

You wave her off before turning to Carl. You don’t have to ask before he responds. 

“I’m good.” He says. “Thanks for the help.” 

Everyone safely behind the walls, you feel the tension leave your shoulders. “No problem.” You return easily. “Now we’re even, after you carried all my papers home.” He smiles at that, and you can’t help but grin too. “Where’d you pick them up?” You tip your head towards the gates. 

Carl sighs, taking his hat off for a moment to run a hand through his hair. “We almost walked right into them trying to cross the highway.” He places his hat back on his head. “And then Kathy rolled her ankle while we were trying to get away…” He trails off, brow furrowing as he looks at the gate. “We’ll have to draw them off later.”

“We can radio out.” You say. “Tell some of the guys in the watchposts to start ringing the bells. It’s not a huge mob- I think that should be enough to get them out of our way.”

“Yeah.” He agrees. Glancing down, Carl grimaces at the sight of his sleeves, splattered with blood, mud and walker rot. “I should probably clean up.” He says, lips pressing together into a tight smile. 

“I’ll walk you back.” It slips out of your mouth before you can stop it, and immediately you’re internally cursing yourself. You should be trying to spend less time with him to kill this stupid crush, not offering to walk him home. You backpedal quickly. “Radio tower is over that way anyway, so…”

“Sure.” He grins. 

You start down the street together at an easy pace. For a stretch, you walk in that comfortable silence you’ve come to associate with Carl, trying to determine if he can hear the rapid beating of your heart in your chest. And if he can, if you can reasonably still blame it on the walkers behind you. You’re only wrenched from your thoughts when he speaks. 

“Still working on the walls?” He asks, glancing over at you. 

“Yeah.” You return. “Its, ah. Well. We’re making progress. Not as quickly as I’d like, considering how many sections of wall there are but. You know. Progress.” You shrug. “We’re probably going to have to shelve it for today with the walkers out there.”

“Sorry.” Carl has the decency to sound actually apologetic, even though it was hardly his fault they followed him back here. 

“S’okay.” You say, turning to smile at him. You stop yourself from letting your gaze linger too long though, lest you start thinking about his luscious hair or beautiful blue eye or try to do something silly like count the freckles across his nose. “Find anything while you were out today?” You change the subject. 

“I wish.” Carl gripes. “There’s only so much ground you can cover by foot in a day… we’ve pretty much cleared out the surrounding area within the past couple months. I’ve been thinking about bringing a motion to council about maybe setting aside one of the cars to use for supply scavenging. Hopefully I might be able to actually find something then.” 

Working cars are a hot commodity, especially when there aren’t too many people left who know how to fix them if they break. The cars that you do have are strictly kept under watch by the council, so only those who make an appeal can use them. “Yeah.” You agree. “I don’t think anyone would take issue with that.”

“More manpower would always be good too.” Carl continues. “I know scavenging isn’t super high priority compared to like, the farms, but…” He trails off, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans with a shrug. 

“Us too.” You agree, laughing a little. “Do you know how hard it is to repair anything with just the three of us?”

He chuckles. “I can imagine.”

“Every time Aaron goes out, I pray.” You joke. 

The conversation dwindles as you approach the Grimes’ house, and Carl peels away slightly, heading towards his porch. “Thanks again for today.” He says, earnest. 

“‘Course.” You return. “Thats the point of all this, right?” You gesture to the community around you. “To have each others backs.”

He dips his head, nodding in agreement. “If you ever need me to get your back…” He trails off. 

“I know where to find you.” You grin. 

Heading up the steps of his porch, Carl waves at you once more before ducking inside. A smile playing at your lips, you continue in the direction of the radio tower. It’s so stupid. You’ve known him for years, since you were both dumb teenagers, and you’ve lasted this long without thinking his smile is cute or that you’d like to lick the sweat off his arms. All that, ruined because of some shift in the wind. You sigh to yourself, shoving your hands in your pockets. Whatever. 

You’ve got more important shit to deal with anyway.

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cw | infidelity, couch sex, age gap, unprotected sex, low key exhibitionism

Pool boy! Armin x MILF! Reader

A/N | Hey yall, this is lowkey shit but I just wanted to post something. I hope y'all had a happy new years, and as always, I hope y'all enjoy. Not edited.

A friend of a friend told him about the job, saying that you and your husband needed a new pool boy because the last one graduated. He was a broke college student in need of money for the summer. It didn’t take long for numbers to be exchanged and him calling you later that day. You picked up the phone with a polite hello and asked him who he was and what he needed. He said he wanted to apply for the position of pool maintenance. He was surprised at how quickly you said yes, wide eyes as you gave him the address and time you wanted him to come by tomorrow. He hung up with a quick thank you and practically jumped out of his chair. He had never gotten a job that effortless before, he just figured that you had gotten pretty desperate for someone to fill in the empty spot.

And he was half right.

But what he didn’t know was that the friend of a friend he talked to, his mother was friends with you, and as soon as she saw a picture of him she wasted no time to show you how cute your next plaything is. You’ve started to get restless since your last boytoy went on and left, and were itching to find another one to entertain you for the summer. Some might call it indecent, shameful, or even obscene; but you didn’t care. Your stupid, simple husband didn’t bat an eyelash about how you felt when he started sleeping with other, younger woman once he decided you weren’t worth his time anymore, so why should you care about his feelings? You loved the risky thrill that rushed through your veins at the thought of being caught fucking the pool boy.

 Was it wrong? Very much so. Did it make you want to do it that much more? Of course.

His first day went by smoothly, you greeted him with a hug and a kiss to the cheek as you showed him where he would be working and where the tools he needed were stored. He took note of your affectionate nature. He also noted the way your flowy sundress still managed to show off your curves, staring at your ass as you walk in front of him. He almost started making up excuses for you to stay in his presence longer, but you left before he could say another word. “You can just leave when you’re done. Feel free to come in whenever you need anything to eat or drink, kay’ sweetie?” You turn and walk away with a smile on your face as you feel his gaze burn into your backside in hunger. 

He came over once a week at first, but then your two boys started to warm up to him, asking him to come over more often to play football and play video games with them. He chuckled shyly and told them that they had to ask you first. You immediately said yes, ecstatic for having a reason to have him around the house more. He got comfortable being there, just like the last one, and you knew it was almost time to sink your teeth into him. 

You hadn’t failed to notice the way he ogled at you when you weren’t looking, you also hadn’t failed to notice how he would always find a way to touch you. You waist, shoulders, hips, anything he could get really. You wanted to laugh at the way he so blatantly made it clear that he would fuck you without a second to spare if you let him. You honestly didn’t expect how easy it would be to get him in your grasp. He virtually fell into your lap, simply waiting until you gave him the go-ahead to pound you into your mattress. 

It was another sweaty, humid day, and your kids were with their father who took them to some baseball game you could care less about. The only thing on your mind was getting Armin in your bed. He came over to drop off some extra fruit his mom had given him, a thing that he had started frequently doing. You thank with a warm smile as you set the basket of fresh cherries down as you welcome him in. 

Someway somehow, you persuade him to stay for a glass of wine. Conversation starts simple, talks of what he gets up to with his friends and such. Then he tests the water, asking how you met your husband. You’ve gotten drunk enough to the point where you don’t  have a filter anymore, and you tell him all of it. “It was a marriage of convenience, I met him when I was about your age, then he got me pregnant. Back then, if you got someone knocked up, you married them so that the kid wasn’t born out of wedlock. It’s such a stupid thing, and I only did it so that my father wouldn’t cut me out of his will,” you laugh, and he hangs onto your every word. “I only did it so that I have money to live on once I get a divorce.” You slur out, relaxing into the couch. “You’re gonna divorce him? From the outside, y’all look like the perfect couple.” You scoff at his statement, moving closer to him. His eyes drop down to your lips, then go back up to lock with yours. “Please, he’s been cheating on me for years, and the funny part about it is that he thinks he’s so slick with it. Add insult to injury, he’s basically a man child. He can’t cook for shit, he doesn’t clean up for shit – even though he makes the biggest mess, and he’s just a fucking idiot in general. I can’t stand him, and he’s not good in bed either!” You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles as you finish ranting.

“You’re obviously done with him, and it doesn’t sound like you haven’t had sex with him in a while.” He says, placing his hand on your thigh. You look down at it, then at him. “What do you think, genius?” You lean towards him until your faces are only inches from each other. It’s sudden, his lips on yours and your hand on his cheek. You straddle him as he kisses down your neck. Your hands entangle themselves into his blond locks, pulling on them as you moan. Heat pools into your core as he slides the sleeve of your dress down, pressing open mouth kisses to your shoulder as he ruts up into your clothed cunt. “You sure you want me to fuck you here? they could be back soon.” He mutters as he unclips your bra, taking one nipple in his mouth as he fondles the other. You grind back onto him as you pull his pants just far down enough for you to pull his cock out from his briefs. “I don’t care, just give me what I want.” You stroke him, his groans filling the room as he bucks up into your hand.

He pulls your panties to the side as you position yourself above him, sinking down on his girth with a breathy sigh. His hands rest on your ass as you adjust to his size. “You ok, need a second?” He teases, and you glare at him. He’s the biggest you’ve had in a long time, and it caught you off guard. “Shut up and fuck me already. Isn’t that what you came over for?” His eyes darken with lust as he thrusts up into your heat, fingers digging crescents into your hips. Your arms sling over his neck, air getting knocked out your throat from how hard he fucks up into your pussy. He reaches down to rub small, quick circles onto your clit, and you grab his arm from the overstimulation. “Ohh goddd.” You whine, meeting his thrusts. He whispers obscenities into your ear, making you wetter by the second. “What do think your husband would think of you getting fucked by the pool boy, hmm?” He smirks, hand coming to pull you pack to face him by your braids. “A-armin, s’good, it’s sooo good.” You whimper, too focused on the pleasure to register anything he says. “You gonna cum?  Squeezing me like a fucking vice.” He grunts, thrusting into you with fervor. You could feel your orgasm coming, coil within you tightening by the second. Unused tears threaten to fall from your eyes from the pleasure as you ride him. “I’m gonna cummm.” You spasm around him, slick spreading on both your thighs. His eyes roll back as his thrusts get sloppier. “Cum in me. I want you to cum in me.” You say, voice hoarse from being so loud. “Ohhhh fuckkkkk.” He moans, spilling his hot cum into your sopping pussy. 

Heavy breathing echoes across the living as you slump onto him. Before either of you can say anything, you hear the click of the lock and the rowdiness of your family. You quickly push both you and Armin over the back of the couch, outside the view of the front door. You hear shouts and laughter as they make their way to the kitchen. “Where mom?” You hear your youngest say. Your eyes widen as you hear tiny footsteps coming closer. “Don’t worry about it buddy, she's probably out with some friends.” You hear your husband shout. You breathe a sigh of relief as we walk away. 

You wait until it's safe to usher him out the side door. “So about next week..?” You cut him off with a heated kiss before he can say anything else. “Don’t think this means that you can slack off on cleaning my damn pool. I expect it to as spic and span as before we slept together, you hear me?.” You say, eyeing him up and down. You leave him speechless as you walk away. He just smiles and shakes his head as he walks to his car.

He can’t wait to tell the group chat that he was the first one to fuck a married woman.

-Nene

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I Can Be Your Antidote Tonight (You Were Finished Universe)

I Can Be Your Antidote Tonight (You Were Finished Universe)

Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington

Early 2000s Indie Rockstar AU

Summary:

Sometimes you need a reminder that we’re all at least a little broken inside. Time is fleeting. We should be making the most of it living instead of just surviving. 

Warnings:

18+ MDNI, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Feels, Notes of Fluffiness

Notes:

Just a reminder this is a universe where the reader is a singer. This little series is dirty and naughty but also very heavily inspired by music and will feature performances. Whether you can carry a tune or not, just know in this world you hit every note. That being said this fic is HEAVILY inspired by Disease- The Antidote Live by Lady Gaga. I do not own the rights to this song and any lyrics used will be bold. Please go listen to the song as it really does enhance the experience. Happy Reading Heathens.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Banner by @cafekitsune

Eddie and Steve have been working themselves to the bone. Leaving little time for anything else. D&D and the band are on pause due to Eddie's erratic schedule. Date nights are practically non-existent as your boyfriends have become like some type of work vampires. Dead to the world when not on the clock. As if the sun had just risen in the sky.

Now, you like to think that you’re an easy going partner. Low maintenance if you will. Life's a bitch and all that, so all you require is that when you're together they’re present and in the moment with you. 

That's hard to do when they're barely here. 

You feel the ghosts of their presence more than the warmth they used to fill this home with.

Their workload is taking its toll on more than just your love life. You can see the bags formed under their eyes. The hollowness that has crept back in and muddied the chocolate pools of brown that used to sparkle with joy. See, the thing with our demons is, they never quite go away. They sit and wait for the perfect moment to weasel their way back into our veins and wreak havoc on our souls once more.

Eddie's demons have always been loud. Attacking the soft fleshy bits when he's most vulnerable. He thinks you haven't heard the night terrors take control when he is deep in sleep.

Steve has to pop a pill just to be able to slow down his mind enough to sleep. A dangerous game of how many will it take tonight.

You feel helpless. Like you’re watching them slowly be poisoned behind the glass of an exhibit. 

This disease needs to meet its end. If you've learned anything from your time on this little marble floating through space. Music is a powerful tool. A magic all its own.

You are going to need to call on that magic sooner rather than later.

Voice don't fail me now.

“I can’t thank you guys enough for getting the boys each a day and night off. I don’t know how you did it but, I am in your debt.”

“Don’t worry about it, really. Steve was starting to freak me out.” Robin replied.

“And Eddie looked like he was one minor mistake away from a car falling on him. It needed to be done.” Dustin added in.

“Hopefully after today things will get back to normal. Wish me luck.”

“Like you need it.” Robin scoffed. “Go fix those boys and dont get a hold of us until everyone is returned to normal.”

“Catch ya on the flip side.” Dustin calls out before you all hang up.

With a calming breath you head to the kitchen to start your plan while your boyfriends catch up on some much needed sleep.

As you plate the last pancake there is a soft knock on the door. Wiping your hands on your apron you rush over to open it. A smiling Argyle greets you. Arms laden with a keyboard piano and stand.

“I have brought the goods you requested. Be gentle with them.”

“Thank you Argyle. I know the rules. I work at the same store, remember? I’ll bring them back when I return to work in perfect condition. Promise.”

He just gives you that goofy smile of his and places the instrument on the couch for you to set up yourself. Letting himself out as you go to check the bacon cooking in the oven. It has just the right crispiness so you pull them out to cool down. Allowing you to get the keyboard in place in the living room.

Content with the placement you head back to the kitchen and begin setting two plates. Sneaking in bites for yourself along the way. Just as you are finished setting the table your alarm goes off on your phone. Throwing off the apron, you head down the hall to your bedroom.

The boys are still blissfully slumbering. You hate to wake them but you’ve let them sleep in long enough and you are eager to get through what you have planned.

Leaning over, you kiss Eddie’s head first then Steve. They stir but settle back in for more sleep. So then you kiss them on the mouth until they start to rouse and reciprocate.

“Rise and shine boys. I made us breakfast. Tables already set. Let’s get some food in ya and then I have something I want to show you both.”

Eddie’s stomach chooses that moment to start growling.

“No objections here, sweetface.”

“Can we stay in our sweats? I really don't feel like getting dressed today.” Steve yawns out.

“Clothing is as optional as you want.”

They quirk a brow in your direction as you saunter out the room.

“Hurry! Before the food gets cold.”

“What’s with the keyboard in the living room? That part of what you need to show us? You been working on a song without me, sweetcheeks?”

“It is part of that, yes. And how could I work on any music with you when you’ve barely been here and when you are, you're half dead?”

“Fair. Fair.” Eddie nods.

“Why don’t we put our dishes up and I can show what I’ve been working on okay?”

“Sounds good to me.” Steve agrees.

Once everything is put away and the boys are seated on the sofa. You take your place at the keyboard and turn to them.

“Now. This is still rough. I haven't perfected the music yet but the lyrics are what’s most important. So please just sit back and listen. Any questions or comments save for the end okay?”

They look at each other and then nod their agreement.

With a steadying breath you close your eyes and begin.

There are no more tears to cry I heard you beggin' for life Runnin' out of medicine You're worse than you've ever been   Screamin' for me, baby (Ah-ah) like you're gonna die (Ah-ah) poison on the inside I could be your antidote tonight (Ah-ah) screamin' for me, baby (Ah-ah) like you're gonna die (Ah-ah) poison on the inside I could be your antidote tonight   I could play the doctor, I can cure your disease If you were a sinner, I could make you believe Lay you down like one, two, three Eyes roll back in ecstasy I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya (cure) Cure your disease   You're so tortured when you sleep Plagued with all your memories You reach out, and no one's there Like a god without a prayer   Screamin' for me, baby…  

You continue to let the emotion flow from my vocal chords as you lay yourself bare before them. Offering them a respite for their inner torment while you expose your own. You’re unaware of the tears leaking from your eyes until they choke you up as you sing your final notes.

Placing your hands in your lap, you turn towards your boyfriends. Unable to cast your tear stained eyes upon them just yet.

Like a broken spell, the fog weighing them down lifts. Finally able to see the evidence of your combined pain before them. Begging them to let you cure their afflictions.

Eddie reaches you first. Falling down on his knees. Tears in his eyes as he lifts your chin and presses his forehead to yours.

“Oh baby girl. I'm so sorry I let myself get lost again.”

“It's not your fault.”

“Maybe so, but it's still not fair to you.”

Steve moves to join him on his knees. Pulling your hand out of your lap and lacing his fingers with yours.

“I'm sorry too. I was just trying to get through to the other side where I could have my life and time back.”

“Just like I told Eddie. It's not your fault.”

“Don't make light of the situation to spare our feelings. We neglected you.” Steve corrects.

“Now let us make it up to you.” Eddie wipes a tear from your cheek. “We can be each other's antidote tonight.”

A small smile emerges at the glimpse of your Eddie finally breaking through.

“What was that one line? Lay you down like 1,2,3. Eyes roll back in ecstasy.” Steve adds.

“That sounds like the perfect place to start.”

It’s like some kind of switch has been flipped by your little musical intervention. Your once sullen and worn out men have seemingly vanished. Allowing for their more lively and sinful sides to resurface.

You don't quite remember how you ended up sprawled across the tossed covers of your shared bed, but right now you couldn’t care less. Not while their hands roam across your skin. Eddie's dexterous fingers tracing delicate patterns along your thighs that ignite a symphony of sensations from his well earned calluses. 

Steve’s thick fingers dance across your collarbone and down your decolletage, before teasing circles around your areolas. Making your nipples tighten and stand at attention as they go ignored. 

Every tender caress is a silent promise. Each specifically placed love bite, a mark of passion and desire. 

It’s a slow dance of intimacy, you have yet to feel from them together before. 

Has Eddie spent an entire morning worshiping your pussy? Yes. Devouring you whole, and draining every sweet drop he could from your honey pot until he had his fill. All without asking for anything in return. There was no need as the act alone of you coming undo from his talented tongue had him making a mess all his own hands free.

Steve enjoyed spoiling you in places you’d least expect it. Where the risk for exposure was high. His fingers buried deep in your cunt while you tried to have a conversation or order food. Making sure you soak his fingers before he finally removes them and finds a reason to lick them clean. Taking every chance he has to run them under his nose to get a fresh hit of your essence. Until he gets you underneath him where he could gaze into your eyes as he loses himself inside of you.

To be at the center of such love and devotion is slightly overwhelming. In the best of ways. 

You are surrounded by their warmth. Right leg hitched over Eddie’s thigh for comfort as they take you at the same time. Eddie filling your pussy while Steve buries himself in your ass. The air is filled with quiet moans and soft pants. Echoing the rhythm of your hearts beating in staccato. 

Time seems to dissolve around you. The late morning leaking into the afternoon consumed by the essence of your reconnection. A moment that feels almost magical. 

Your reunion deepens. An exquisite harmony of trust and exploration as you renavigate the boundaries of pleasure together. Creating something new where intimacy reigns and every touch tells a story. 

A sacred space that binds your souls together in a tapestry of desire and devotion.

You can feel yourself drawing closer to a powerful climax. One heat will pull you apart and reform you anew. You want to take your men along the ride with you. With a graze of your hand along Eddie’s jaw, you pull him in for a kiss. Dancing your tongue along his until your lungs ache for breath. Only to turn your head and pull Steve down to do the same.

As much as this seems to be all about you, you feel the need to remind them that they need each other too. So you bring Eddie’s head up to Steve’s and watch with rapt attention as they share a much needed kiss.

You can’t help but squirm at the display. Practically fucking yourself on the cocks still buried within you.

That gets their attention. Breaking the kiss they turn to you with devilish smiles. Eddie grips tightly to your thigh. As Steve slides his arm between your breasts and rests his hand around your throat.

With a glance to each other they begin to pick up their pace. Working your already primed muscles into overdrive. It’s not long before you’re coming apart around them. Voice unrecognizable as your overcome with pleasure.

Their rhythm becomes erratic. Groans of pleasure surround you as you feel the first splashes of warmth filling your insides. Setting you off once more as you milk them for all they are worth.

A slight sheen of sweat covers the three of you as you lie in the rumpled mess you made of your bed. Content smiles and labored breaths shared between you until Eddie opens his big mouth.

“You sure you're not some kind of Siren, baby girl? That alluring voice has the power to bring a man to his knees, determined to right his wrongs.”

[missacidburn928]

I Can Be Your Antidote Tonight (You Were Finished Universe)

I Can Be Your Antidote Tonight (You Were Finished Universe)

Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington

Early 2000s Indie Rockstar AU

Summary:

Sometimes you need a reminder that we’re all at least a little broken inside. Time is fleeting. We should be making the most of it living instead of just surviving. 

Warnings:

18+ MDNI, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Feels, Notes of Fluffiness

Notes:

Just a reminder this is a universe where the reader is a singer. This little series is dirty and naughty but also very heavily inspired by music and will feature performances. Whether you can carry a tune or not, just know in this world you hit every note.That being said this fic is HEAVILY inspired by Disease- The Antidote Live by Lady Gaga. I do not own the rights to this song and any lyrics used will be bold. Please go listen to the song as it really does enhance the experience.Happy Reading Heathens.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Banner by @cafekitsune

Eddie and Steve have been working themselves to the bone. Leaving little time for anything else. D&D and the band are on pause due to Eddie's erratic schedule. Date nights are practically non-existent as your boyfriends have become like some type of work vampires. Dead to the world when not on the clock. As if the sun had just risen in the sky.

Now, you like to think that you’re an easy going partner. Low maintenance if you will. Life's a bitch and all that, so all you require is that when you're together they’re present and in the moment with you. 

That's hard to do when they're barely here. 

You feel the ghosts of their presence more than the warmth they used to fill this home with.

Their workload is taking its toll on more than just your love life. You can see the bags formed under their eyes. The hollowness that has crept back in and muddied the chocolate pools of brown that used to sparkle with joy. See, the thing with our demons is, they never quite go away. They sit and wait for the perfect moment to weasel their way back into our veins and wreak havoc on our souls once more.

Eddie's demons have always been loud. Attacking the soft fleshy bits when he's most vulnerable. He thinks you haven't heard the night terrors take control when he is deep in sleep.

Steve has to pop a pill just to be able to slow down his mind enough to sleep. A dangerous game of how many will it take tonight.

You feel helpless. Like you’re watching them slowly be poisoned behind the glass of an exhibit. 

This disease needs to meet its end. If you've learned anything from your time on this little marble floating through space. Music is a powerful tool. A magic all its own.

You are going to need to call on that magic sooner rather than later.

Voice don't fail me now.

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Atom Calis:

Species: Blue-fronted dancer damselfly.

Age: adult (the oldest of the group)

Likes: being alone, fixing things, old tools, computers, repairing a hivenode and seeing it remain functional for longer than literally two hours (a rare occurrence).

Personality: crass. Kind of a smartass. Likes to play little tricks on people. Constantly tinkering with something. Very anti-naut. Vaguely socialist, though they'd probably argue with that fact.

Additional details:

Works as a freelance FNC* maintenance technician. Though they're technically self employed, they've been contracted by Mycohex so many times that they're practically an employee (without the health benefits, of course).

Backstory:

Atom doesn't remember much of their childhood, on account of they spent it as an unintelligent water-bound nymph in an artificial lake. Once they reached maturity, however, they were claimed as offspring by their father, an original Odonaut, and relocated to the first circle of Cibarium to live with him.**

Atom and their father had a complicated relationship (to put it mildly), so as soon as they had a job that paid well enough, they moved into a crumbling apartment in the third circle.

After the attempted rebellion, Atom's father was arrested for “treasonous activity” and was sentenced to life in prison. He remains there to this day.

*There is technically only one advanced computer in Cibarium, and it works by passing a weak electric current through an advanced network of living mycelium and synthetic cables which functions like a giant brain. The network has been built into the structure of the city itself, and "personal computers" are generally just interfaces involving monitors and other equipment that have been plugged directly into it. These interfaces are called hivenodes.

This Fungal Network Computer (or FNC, as it is commonly called) is the exclusive property of a company known as Mycohex, which is owned by Drone Mellifera (a member of the Senary. More on them later).

**This is a common parenting method for dragonflies and damselflies in the world of Cibarium. The difference in environment makes it difficult to raise nymph children until they've reached maturity, so parents will often release their offspring into artificial “spawn pools” and return to claim them once they've grown up.

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From Dull to Designer: How Outdoor Tiles Can Revolutionize Your Space

Outdoor spaces are often the most overlooked parts of a home. But in reality, your patio, garden path, or terrace has just as much design potential as any living room or kitchen. The secret? Start from the ground up — with outdoor tiles that are not only beautiful but built to last.

Tiles are no longer confined to interiors. With advancements in material science and design, homeowners in the UK are increasingly embracing outdoor porcelain tiles and ceramic outdoor tiles to bring sophistication and style to their exteriors.

Why Tiles are Taking Over Outdoor Design

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Easy maintenance: A simple wash, and they’re back to looking pristine.

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Porcelain vs. Ceramic: What’s Best for the Outdoors?

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Denser and more durable

Low porosity, making them less likely to absorb moisture

Excellent for patios, pool areas, and heavy-traffic zones

Ceramic Tiles:

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Great for decorative borders or less demanding outdoor areas

For those seeking the best outdoor porcelain tiles in UK, durability should be your top concern — especially in high-use or weather-exposed spaces.

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Outdoor tiles are more than just flooring; they're a design statement. Whether you’re dreaming of a Mediterranean courtyard vibe or a sleek, modern terrace, there’s a tile aesthetic for you.

Here are a few style trends you can explore:

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And for those browsing outdoor tiles online, it's now easier than ever to view full collections, compare textures, and even preview patterns in your own space using digital tools.

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Slimmer profiles

More aesthetic finishes

Greater design flexibility

This doesn’t mean you can’t use paving slabs — just be mindful of the space and the look you want to achieve. For patios or balconies, outdoor tiles typically offer more beauty per square foot.

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When it comes to finding high-quality and stylish outdoor flooring, Axar Tiles has become a trusted name. Their range includes options perfect for everything from intimate garden patios to sprawling terraces.

Whether you're looking for the rugged appeal of stone-finish porcelain or the smooth simplicity of large-format ceramic tiles, Axar Tiles delivers both variety and quality.

For those on a budget but unwilling to compromise on aesthetics, you’ll find some of the affordable ceramic outdoor tiles in UK through Axar’s extensive catalogue — proving you don’t have to sacrifice style for savings.

Make the Most of Your Outdoor Area

Here’s how to transform a dull space into a design masterpiece:

Start with purpose: Are you building a dining zone, a yoga corner, or a chill-out nook? Choose tiles accordingly.

Mind the layout: Tiles can be arranged in straight lines, chevrons, or mixed patterns to add visual interest.

Mix materials: Combine tiles with gravel, grass patches, or wooden elements for layered depth.

Add lighting: Use soft outdoor lights to highlight textures and enhance evening ambience.

Durability Meets Beauty

Great design should last — and that's the promise that outdoor tiles bring. Especially when you choose well-manufactured outdoor porcelain tiles with high durability ratings. Even under constant exposure to the elements, they retain their colour, grip, and charm.

Quick Tips Before You Buy

Always check R-ratings: R11 and above is recommended for wet areas.

Get samples: Feel the texture before you commit.

Seal it if needed: Especially for ceramic tiles, a proper sealant can extend longevity.

Don’t forget drainage: Proper slope and spacing are critical for outdoor areas.

Final Word: Style That Lasts

With the right outdoor tiles, your exterior space can become an extension of your living area — stylish, inviting, and utterly Instagram-worthy. No more ignoring the garden or leaving the balcony bare.

Explore the possibilities with Axar Tiles and bring fresh life to your surroundings. From classic designs to contemporary styles, their collections cater to every dream — and every budget.

Thinking of revamping your patio, garden path, or terrace? Don’t just settle. Upgrade to the best outdoor porcelain tiles in UK and discover what your space has been missing.

And if affordability is your priority without cutting corners, browse through the most affordable ceramic outdoor tiles in UK — right here with Axar Tiles.

Because style shouldn't stop at your doorstep — it should flow right into your garden.

[parmanjewellery]

Sterling silver jewellery for men: A styling guide

Jewelry is no longer limited to women. This field is also dominated by men equally, becoming a tool for expression. With the variety of metals available in the field, sterling silver stands out as one of the most affordable and versatile products, offering timeless appeal.

Whether you're looking for silver black rings or a 925 silver pendant for men, you are likely to find a variety of accessories to refine your style, a perfect mix of modern edge and classic sophistication.

Here’s a detailed styling guide to help you make the most of sterling silver jewellery.

Why Sterling Silver?

Genuine sterling silver will always be marked with the hallmark “925”. This number stands for92.5% pure silver mixed and 7.5% other metals  (copper) to increase durability. It has a natural shine that complements any skin tone and wardrobe. Unlike flashy gold or trendy black metals, silver has a sleek, understated vibe that’s ideal for everyday wear.

Here is a list of some of the best Sterling Silver Jewellery online in India that you can go for. Let’s take a look at them.

1. Rings and Chains are a start.

If you're new to jewellery, start with minimalist silver black rings and silver neck chains for men. A sterling silver ring adds polish without drawing too much attention and is suitable for every outfit.

For chains, opt for something versatile like a curb, box, or rope chain. These have varying lengths; the shorter the chain, the neater the look. Style it with tees or sweaters to give the ultimate look.

2. Grow your personality with bracelets.

Sterling, cute silver bracelets are always great for layering or wearing solo. Thus, if you wish to go for a jewelry piece, go for a style that suits your personality.

Cuffs: These are clean, sophisticated silver jewelry pieces that can be paired with workwear or tailored outfits.

Chain bracelets: These are slightly bolder, creating the perfect look for casual or streetwear styles.

Beaded bracelets with silver accents: For someone who likes the bohemian style, a relaxed, boho-inspired twist is a start.

3. Choose your desired earring and stud.

If you’re a guy with pierced ears, silver men's stud earrings are your game-changing jewelry. Choose from a range of classic studs, small hoops, or geometric and skull-shaped studs to match different occasions.

One of the growing trends calls for wearing earrings only on one ear. If you wish to follow the vibe, this is your cue.

4. Master the Art of Layering

Layering is one of the best things that you can do to elevate your style. If done right, you’re the king of men’s dressing up. Try sticking to one metal at a time. This will help you maintain consistency.

Apart from this, you can also choose your sterling silver jewellery online in India, such as chains and bracelets, based on their dimensions. Try not to overload yourself with too much. Remember, the key is always to look good, not cluttered.

Maintenance tips to stay reminded of: Sterling silver jewelry for men

Here are some tips you must always keep in mind while buying sterling silver jewellery online in India. Let’s take a look at them.

Store them in a dry, sealed pouch.

Clean regularly with a soft polishing cloth.

Avoid wearing silver jewellery in the shower, pool, or gym.

Sterling silver is the perfect starting point and statement for men wishing to explore the jewellery world. Whether you lean toward minimalist or bold, a 925 silver hip hop pendant or a Sterling silver bracelet for men can offer you endless styling potential without being overwhelming.  

Start with a few key pieces, build your collection over time, and don’t be afraid to experiment.

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How to Care for Your Pink Diamond Jewellery: Tips from Experts

Introduction

Investing in pink diamond jewellery is more than just acquiring a breathtaking piece of art; it’s about safeguarding its brilliance and value for generations to come. At Carmen Jewellers, one of Perth’s most trusted names in fine jewellery, we understand the deep emotional and financial significance of these rare gems. Here, we share expert care tips straight from our team at Carmen Jewellers.

1. Regular Cleaning

Pink diamonds are renowned for their durability, but even the toughest gemstones are not immune to dirt, oil, and grime buildup over time. Keeping your jewellery clean is essential to maintaining its sparkle. For at-home cleaning, Carmen Jewellers recommends the following method:

Mix warm water with a few drops of mild dish soap in a small bowl.

Use a soft-bristled toothbrush to gently scrub the jewellery, paying close attention to intricate details and settings.

Rinse thoroughly under lukewarm water and pat dry with a lint-free cloth.

Avoid using harsh chemicals, abrasive cleaners, or ultrasonic cleaners, as these can damage the metal setting or compromise the integrity of the gemstone. For a deeper clean, visit Carmen Jewellers in Perth, where our professional cleaning services are designed to restore your pink diamonds to their original brilliance. Let us handle the delicate work, so your jewellery remains flawless.

2. Professional Maintenance

While regular at-home cleaning is important, it’s equally vital to schedule annual professional maintenance for your pink diamond jewellery. At Carmen Jewellers, we provide cleaning and inspection services for our Perth customers, ensuring your pieces stay in impeccable condition.

During these maintenance appointments, our expert jewellers:

Thoroughly clean your jewellery using specialized tools and techniques.

Inspect for loose prongs, worn settings, or other potential issues that could compromise the security of your pink diamond.

Perform necessary repairs to protect the longevity of your piece.

These annual check-ups are essential for preserving the integrity of your jewellery and catching any potential issues early. Trust Carmen Jewellers’ skilled professionals to treat your precious pieces with the care and attention they deserve.

3. Proper Storage

The way you store your pink diamond jewellery can significantly impact its condition over time. Improper storage can lead to scratches, tarnishing, or even damage. At Carmen Jewellers, we recommend the following storage tips:

Place your jewellery in a soft-lined jewellery box or a pouch to protect it from scratches.

Store individual pieces separately to prevent them from rubbing against each other.

Use a dedicated jewellery box with compartments or dividers to keep your collection organized and secure.

4. Avoid Wearing During Activities

While diamonds are incredibly durable, they’re not invincible. Everyday activities can expose your pink diamond jewellery to unnecessary wear and tear. To preserve its beauty and longevity, avoid wearing your pieces during:

Gardening or household chores, where they might come into contact with dirt, harsh chemicals, or abrasive surfaces.

Swimming, as chlorine in pools can weaken the metal setting.

High-impact activities like exercising, which may risk accidental knocks or scratches.

Taking off your jewellery during these activities is a simple yet effective way to protect your investment.

5. Insurance Matters

Pink diamond jewellery is not only a financial investment but often carries deep sentimental value. Protecting it with insurance ensures peace of mind in the event of loss, theft, or damage. Carmen Jewellers can assist Perth customers in:

Providing professional appraisals to establish the value of your jewellery.

Offering guidance on selecting the right insurance policy to suit your needs.

With our expertise, you can confidently safeguard your treasured pieces, knowing they’re protected against life’s uncertainties.

Conclusion

Caring for your pink diamond jewellery doesn’t have to be a daunting task. With a little regular maintenance and thoughtful handling, your investment can retain its brilliance and value for years to come. At Carmen Jewellers, we’re committed to helping our Perth customers enjoy their jewellery at its finest. Whether it’s professional cleaning, expert maintenance, or personalized advice, our team is here to ensure your pink diamonds remain radiant.

Visit Carmen Jewellers, your go-to destination for premium jewellery care in Perth, and discover how our expertise can help you preserve the beauty of your cherished pieces. Because at Carmen Jewellers, we believe your jewellery deserves nothing less than the best.

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[✉️ MAINTENANCE REPORT

FROM: [REDACTED]+mt@lnv.com

TO: cquackity@lnv.com

cc: Foolish

Attachments: 2 files ] Much warm welcome back, Mr. President! Not to worry, ol' Mr. Slimecicle's been a boon for us! All smooth sailin' with his big lovin' and carin' heart. Happy you're good with the stuff for ya, it's the best we boys on the ground can do. Gotta look out for each other, aye? Hope you had a fine New Years! Sent the boys on Needle roof maintenance so they can have a proper gazin' at the fireworks. Love ya, pyrotechnics team! One hell of a year-ending! Now, siree, 'thout much ado:

Few folks tried to start some... stuff? I s'pose. Cleaned up a buncha burnt trash and picket signs off the streets. Minor vandalism, all that, regular ol' Tuesday.

Poolhouse! Whew, this was one helluva motherload. We planned to just do a lil' lookover, a checkout, an eyein' and whatnot. But I had another look down, and it was pretty damn well beat-up! What with the temp jumpin' around all the time, the sand, the other stuff. So we just took it down, closed it up for a whole night to give it a whole lotta love with elbow grease.

Right up on the menu was regular pool maintenance down to the machines, along with checkin' out some rusty buildin' parts and swappin' those out. Few grilles had to get swapped, along with some lights and filters and pipes. Rusty taps at the washers, some out-of-order stalls checked out (it was one helluva sight, I'll tell ya! The things proper drunkards an' druggies do...). Need a bit more time for more comprehensive ceiling wirin' checkin-outin', so I'll let ya know how it goes when the next week rolls up!

Skimmer basket cleaned, pool vac'd 'n brushed, water proper tested and chemicals topped up. Good as new! Only took the boys a few hours. Found some jewelry that might've fallen down the drain, put 'em up in Lost and Found.

Pumps and boilers given a look-over, since a few pipes burst durin' the winter we're worried it'd hit the pumps too. Looked good! Just needed to keep up the routine of keepin' the temps and circulation right come another winter so we don't get a big ice block right up at the poolhouse! Could do with an upgrade for the main water pumps, and some cleanin' tools replaced, but it's nothin' super urgent.

Attached a req for some outside panels for the Needle, some loose and awful-lookin' bits we might as well swap out while we're up there.

Passin' up some copies and a recap of leave requests of some of our boys had last week. Few folks went down 'ta check on Hoax and a few other employees that's lookin' not-so-swell and well-weary come the New Years, seems like.

Hope you're havin' a good one, Mr. President! That was plenty 'ta chew through. Here's to a rockin' sockin' 2025!

Best regards,

[REDACTED], Maintenance Supervisor

TO: [REDACTED]+mt@lnv.com CC: foolish FROM: cquackity@lnv.com SUBJECT: re: MAINTENANCE REPORT.

jesus fuck. that's one hell of an update— you guys took your new years break and came back with more energy than ever. awaiting your spiel on the ceiling situation when you swing by next week, as well as any newfound problems that occur.

it's been a little too often the needle requires a pane-fixing, would it be beneficial to have foolish establish a thorough sizing / whatever the hell to make them more sturdy? i can't have it looking half abandoned.

we'll have those requests filed through; but i'd appreciate further investigation on your end.

lastly, if anyone comes by the lost and found asking about a bracelet, it'll return home safe thanks to your attention to detail. :] much support to you and the crew.

hope there's less trouble next week, huh?

sincerely,

president quackity from las nevadas.

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How to Choose the Right Tensile Structure Manufacturer in Delhi for Commercial & Residential Projects

Tensile structures are attracting many, especially in fast-developing futuristic cities like Delhi, for their aesthetic modernity, durability, and practical benefits. Whether it's providing cover for a swimming pool area, vehicular parking spaces, or an elegant rooftop canopy, choosing a reputed Tensile Structure Manufacturer in Delhi is vital to ensure quality and longevity.

With numerous options available, it can be overwhelming to choose the best. Below is a complete guide on how to select the most trustworthy manufacturer for your commercial or residential tensile structure project.

1. Have an Insight About Your Project Requirements

Before reaching out to a manufacturer, be clear about your project’s specific needs. Are you looking for a Swimming Pool Tensile Structure manufacturer in Delhi or a customized rooftop shading solution?

Some examples include:

A swimming pool tensile cover must be made of waterproof and UV-resistant fabric.

A car parking tensile structure in Noida should withstand local weather conditions and enhance space efficiency.

Each use-case has unique requirements, and not all manufacturers offer ready-made solutions.

2. Experience and Portfolio Verification

Experience is key. Always go with a Tensile Structure Manufacturer in Delhi who has a proven track record of success. Ask for:

Case studies

Client references

Photographic portfolios of completed projects

Whether it’s a retail canopy or a residential balcony shade, a strong portfolio demonstrates capability, creativity, and craftsmanship. Additionally, experienced manufacturers are familiar with local climate factors and regulatory norms in Delhi and Noida.

3. Quality of Materials Used

The durability and aesthetics of a tensile structure depend largely on the materials used. Ensure the manufacturer uses:

PVC or PTFE-coated fiberglass for the canopy

High-grade galvanized steel or aluminum for the support frame

Check if the structures are resistant to UV rays, rain, wind, and corrosion. A reliable Swimming Pool Tensile Structure manufacturer in Delhi should provide materials that promise longevity and low maintenance.

4. Customization & Design Expertise

No two projects are alike. Choose a company that provides tailored solutions and uses modern design tools like 3D modeling for pre-installation visualization.

A competent Tensile Structure Manufacturer in Delhi will assist from conceptual design to structural analysis, ensuring aesthetic appeal and structural integrity.

5. Installation and After-Sales Support

Installation is as crucial as fabrication. Choose a manufacturer with an in-house team trained to follow strict safety and quality standards.

For example, when installing a Car Parking Tensile Structure in Noida, the process should be swift and should not interrupt ongoing activities. Also, check if the company offers after-sales services like maintenance, inspections, and repairs.

6. Pricing Transparency and Timeline

Request a comprehensive quote that covers:

Material cost

Labor

Transportation

Taxes

Be cautious of abnormally low quotes, as they may indicate hidden charges or inferior materials. Also, ensure the project timeline aligns with your goals, especially for commercial properties.

7. Reviews and Testimonials From Clients

Check Google reviews, website testimonials, or ask for client references. Look for feedback that mentions:

Timely project completion

Professional conduct

Reliable post-installation service

These are strong indicators of a manufacturer’s credibility and customer satisfaction levels.

Conclusion

Whether it’s a swimming pool tensile structure in Delhi, a rooftop shade, or a car parking tensile structure in Noida, your choice of manufacturer will define the durability, design, and performance of the structure. Focus on experience, material quality, customization, and after-sales support to ensure long-term value.

Contact Details:

Arrow Max System Address: Shivalaya Road, Chhatarpur Village, New Delhi – 110074 Phone: +91-9354060535, +91-9310344344 Email: arrowmaxsystem@gmail.com Website: www.arrowmaxsystem.com

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Astronaut set to patch NASA's X-ray telescope aboard space station

NASA astronaut Nick Hague will install patches to the agency's NICER (Neutron star Interior Composition Explorer) X-ray telescope on the International Space Station as part of a spacewalk scheduled for Jan. 16. Hague, along with astronaut Suni Williams, will also complete other tasks during the outing.

NICER will be the first NASA observatory repaired on-orbit since the last servicing mission for the Hubble Space Telescope in 2009.

Hague and other astronauts, including Don Pettit, who is also currently on the space station, rehearsed the NICER patch procedures in the NBL (Neutral Buoyancy Laboratory), a 6.2-million-gallon indoor pool at NASA's Johnson Space Center in Houston, in 2024.

"We use the NBL to mimic, as much as possible, the conditions astronauts will experience while preforming a task during a spacewalk," said Lucas Widner, a flight controller at KBR and NASA Johnson who ran the NICER NBL sessions. "Most projects outside the station focus on maintenance and upgrades to components like solar panels. It's been exciting for all of us to be part of getting a science mission back to normal operations."

From its perch near the space station's starboard solar array, NICER studies the X-ray sky, including erupting galaxies, black holes, superdense stellar remnants called neutron stars, and even comets in our solar system.

But in May 2023, NICER developed a "light leak." Sunlight began entering the telescope through several small, damaged areas in the telescope's thin thermal shields. During the station's daytime, the light reaches the X-ray detectors, saturating sensors and interfering with NICER's measurements of cosmic objects. The mission team altered their daytime observing strategy to mitigate the effect.

The team also developed a plan to cover the largest areas of damage using wedge-shaped patches. Hague will slide the patches into the telescope's sunshades and lock them into place.

"We designed the patches so they could be installed either robotically or by an astronaut," said Steve Kenyon, NICER's mechanical engineering lead at NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland. "They're installed using a tool called a T-handle that the astronauts are already familiar with."

The NBL contains life-size mockups of sections of the space station. Under the supervision of a swarm of scuba divers, a pair of astronauts rehearse exiting and returning through an airlock, traversing the outside of the station, and completing tasks.

For the NICER repair, the NBL team created a full-scale model of NICER and its surroundings near the starboard solar array. Hague, Pettit, and other astronauts practiced taking the patches out of their caddy, inserting them into the sunshades, locking them into place, and verifying they were secure.

The task took just under an hour each time, which included the time astronauts needed to travel to NICER, set up their tools, survey the telescope for previously undetected damage, complete the repair, and clean up their tools.

Practice runs also provided opportunities for the astronauts to troubleshoot how to position themselves so they could reach NICER without touching it too often and for flight controllers to identify safety concerns around the repair.

Being fully submerged in a pool is not the same as being in space, of course, so some issues that arose were "pool-isms." For example, astronauts sometimes drifted upward while preparing to install the patches in a way unlikely to happen in space.

Members of the NICER team, including Kenyon and the mission's principal investigator, Keith Gendreau at NASA Goddard, supported the NBL practice runs. They helped answer questions about the physical aspects of the telescope, as well as science questions from the astronauts and flight controllers. NICER is the leading source of science results on the space station.

"It was awesome to watch the training sessions and be able to debrief with the astronauts afterward," Gendreau said. "There isn't usually a lot of crossover between astrophysics science missions and human spaceflight. NICER will be the first X-ray telescope serviced by astronauts. It's been an exciting experience, and we're all looking forward to the spacewalk where it will all come together."

The NICER telescope is an Astrophysics Mission of Opportunity within NASA's Explorers Program, which provides frequent flight opportunities for world-class scientific investigations from space utilizing innovative, streamlined, and efficient management approaches within the heliophysics and astrophysics science areas. NASA's Space Technology Mission Directorate supported the SEXTANT component of the mission, demonstrating pulsar-based spacecraft navigation.

IMAGE: Astronaut Don Pettit simulates taking pictures of the NICER telescope mockup during a training exercise in the NBL at NASA Johnson on May 16, 2024. Credit: NASA/NBL Dive Team

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What Makes Scottsdale App Development Unique? Key Features and Benefits

Scottsdale, Arizona, basking in sunshine and stunning scenery, has emerged as a surprising powerhouse in the world of mobile app development. Beyond its scenic appeal, Scottsdale offers a unique blend of talent, resources, and a vibrant tech scene that fosters exceptional app development experiences. But what exactly makes Scottsdale app development stand out from the crowd?

This article dives into the key features and benefits that set Scottsdale mobile app development services apart.

A Thriving Tech Oasis: The Silicon Desert Advantage

Scottsdale sits at the heart of Arizona's booming tech scene, affectionately nicknamed the "Silicon Desert." This region boasts a rich ecosystem of tech startups, established companies, and leading educational institutions. This fosters a collaborative environment where Net-Craft.com and other app development companies have access to a deep pool of talent: skilled developers, experienced designers, and project managers who can breathe life into your mobile app vision.

This talent pool isn't just broad; it's also deeply in tune with the latest trends and technologies. With so many tech players in the same ecosystem, Scottsdale app developers are constantly learning, innovating, and pushing boundaries. This translates to apps that are not only functional but also cutting-edge and future-proof.

A Symphony of Tools and Resources

Building a successful mobile app requires a robust infrastructure of tools and resources.  Here, Scottsdale offers a distinct advantage. Companies like Net-Craft.com have access to a wide range of options, catering to both established players and startups.

Here's a glimpse into the diverse toolkit available in Scottsdale:

User-friendly App Development Platforms: Platforms like Thunkable and Appy Pie offer drag-and-drop interfaces, perfect for non-technical users looking to build basic apps.

Established Development Agencies: Companies like Net-Craft.com provide a full spectrum of services, from concept development and design to coding, testing, and ongoing maintenance.

Pre-Built Features and Templates: Many platforms offer pre-built features and templates that streamline development and save precious time and resources.

Co-working Spaces and Incubators: Scottsdale is home to vibrant co-working spaces and business incubators. These spaces offer not just physical infrastructure but also valuable support for startups and growing app development companies.

This diversity ensures that regardless of your budget or technical expertise, Scottsdale offers the right resources to create your dream app.

Budget-Friendly Solutions

For many businesses, particularly startups, budget is a primary concern. The good news is that Scottsdale caters to a variety of financial needs.

Affordable Subscription Platforms: Platforms like GoodBarber and Adalo offer cost-effective subscription plans, making app development accessible even for those with limited resources.

Flexible Pricing Models: Established app development companies like Net-Craft.com understand the importance of flexibility. We offer customized pricing models, allowing you to tailor the engagement based on your project scope and budget.

Beyond Budget: The Scottsdale Advantage in Quality and Time to Market

While budget is important, it's not the sole factor to consider. Here's how Scottsdale app development offers an edge beyond just cost:

Focus on Quality and User Experience: Scottsdale app developers are known for their meticulous attention to detail and unwavering commitment to user experience. Companies like Net-Craft.com prioritize creating intuitive, user-friendly apps that not only function flawlessly but also delight users.

Agile Development Methodologies: Many app development companies in Scottsdale employ agile development methodologies. This iterative approach allows for continuous feedback and refinement, ultimately leading to faster development cycles and reduced time to market.

Local Knowledge and Market Understanding

While building apps with global appeal is crucial, understanding your target audience is equally important. Companies like Net-Craft.com, being embedded in the Scottsdale community, have a deep understanding of the local market and its specific needs.

This local knowledge can be invaluable when developing apps tailored to the Scottsdale demographic or businesses operating within the region. We can leverage our local expertise to create apps that resonate with the local user base on a deeper level.

Building Long-Term Relationships

At Net-Craft.com, we believe in building long-term relationships with our clients. We don't just develop an app; we become partners in your mobile app's journey. Here's what sets us apart when it comes to client relationships:

Collaborative Approach: We believe in open communication and work closely with our clients throughout the entire development process, ensuring their vision is translated into a successful app.

Ongoing Support and Maintenance: We understand that an app is a living entity that needs continuous care and updates. We offer comprehensive ongoing support and maintenance services to ensure your app remains secure, performs optimally, and adapts to ever-evolving user needs.

The Scottsdale App Development Experience

In conclusion, Scottsdale offers a unique and compelling environment for app development. The combination of a thriving tech scene, skilled developers, and a focus on user experience sets it apart. By choosing a Scottsdale app development company like Net-Craft.com, you can leverage these advantages to create innovative mobile apps that drive business growth and enhance user experiences.

Ready to embark on your app development journey? Contact Net-Craft.com today and let's build something amazing together!

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