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[rasnal]

What is a Lightning Protection Solution, and Why is it Essential?

Lightning, a powerful and unpredictable force of nature, poses a significant threat to homes, businesses, and infrastructure. In regions prone to thunderstorms, understanding and implementing a reliable lightning protection solution is not just a precaution; it’s a necessity. At Rasnal Telecom and Security, we believe in empowering our readers with knowledge that safeguards their properties and lives. Let's delve into what a lightning protection solution entails and why it’s crucial.

Understanding the Threat: The Power of Lightning

Before exploring solutions, it’s vital to grasp the sheer power of lightning. A single lightning strike can carry millions of volts of electricity, capable of causing devastating fires, electrocuting individuals, and damaging electronic equipment. The rapid heating and expansion of air surrounding a lightning channel create the thunder we hear, a stark reminder of its immense energy.

Buildings and structures, especially those tall and exposed, are particularly vulnerable. Without a robust lightning protection solution, the risk of severe damage and loss is significantly heightened. Modern homes, filled with sensitive electronics, are especially susceptible to surges caused by lightning strikes, even those that occur some distance away.

What Constitutes a Lightning Protection Solution?

A comprehensive lightning protection solution involves a system designed to safely redirect the immense energy of a lightning strike to the ground, preventing damage to the structure and its contents. Key components typically include:

Lightning Rods: These are conductive metal rods installed on the highest points of a structure to intercept lightning strikes.

Conductors: Heavy-duty cables that carry the electrical current from the lightning rods to the grounding system.

Grounding System: A network of buried ground rods that dissipate the lightning’s energy safely into the earth.

Surge Protection Devices (SPDs): These devices protect electronic equipment from voltage surges caused by lightning strikes.

The effectiveness of a lightning protection solution depends on proper design, installation, and maintenance. A well-engineered system ensures that the path from the strike point to the ground is as direct and low-resistance as possible, minimizing the risk of damage.

Why is a Lightning Protection Solution Essential?

The importance of a lightning protection solution cannot be overstated. Here are some compelling reasons:

Protection of Life: Lightning strikes can be fatal. A properly installed system significantly reduces the risk of injury or death.

Prevention of Fires: Lightning-induced fires are a common occurrence, capable of destroying entire structures. A protection system minimizes this risk.

Protection of Property: Lightning can cause extensive damage to buildings, including structural damage and destruction of valuable possessions. A robust solution protects your investment.

Protection of Electronics: Modern homes and businesses rely heavily on electronic devices. Surge protection devices within a lightning protection solution safeguard these valuable assets.

Business Continuity: For businesses, lightning strikes can lead to significant downtime and financial losses. A reliable system ensures continuity of operations.

Insurance Benefits: Many insurance companies offer reduced premiums for properties equipped with effective lightning protection.

In essence, a lightning protection solution provides peace of mind, knowing that your property and loved ones are safeguarded against the unpredictable force of lightning.

Choosing the Right Lightning Protection Solution

Selecting the right lightning protection solution requires careful consideration. Factors such as the building’s size, location, and the local lightning strike frequency should be taken into account. Consulting with experienced professionals is essential to ensure a system that meets your specific needs.

At Rasnal Telecom and Security, we emphasize the importance of using high-quality materials and adhering to industry standards. Investing in a reliable system is an investment in safety and security.

Lightning is a natural phenomenon that demands respect and preparedness. A comprehensive lightning protection solution is not a luxury but a fundamental necessity for protecting lives and property. By understanding the risks and implementing appropriate measures, we can mitigate the devastating impact of lightning strikes. Trust Rasnal Telecom and Security to provide you with valuable insights and solutions for a safer environment.

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[meenablogger]

Installation of Lightning Protection System

The installation of a lightning protection system is crucial for safeguarding lives and property during thunderstorms. Lightning strikes can cause severe damage, including fires, structural harm, and electrical system failures. Without proper protection, these strikes can also endanger human lives, especially in high-risk areas like tall buildings, factories, and open spaces.

A lightning protection system channels the high-voltage energy safely into the ground, preventing it from damaging the structure or its occupants. This system reduces the risk of electrical surges, ensuring sensitive equipment remains functional. Moreover, it minimizes fire hazards, a common consequence of uncontained lightning strikes.

Incorporating a reliable lightning protection system demonstrates a proactive approach to safety and compliance with building regulations. Whether for residential, commercial, or industrial spaces, this essential system provides peace of mind and long-term protection, making it a vital investment for safety and security.

[vrdsourav]

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[himasgod]

May I request the tweels (or any of the beastmen) x reader who got braces?

(I think the tweels would find braces interesting bc merfolk probably don't need those lol)

MERFOLK, BEASTMEN AND FAE X READER

HEADCANONS WHERE YOU GOT BRACES

Floyd, Lilia, Jade, Ruggie, Leona, Jack, Azul, Malleus, Sebek

I've had braces for quite some time now and they've always been quite painful for me, so I'm sorry if I exaggerated this a bit 😭.

The moment Floyd notices your braces, he grins. “Eh? What’s that shiny stuff on your teeth, shrimpy?” he asks, eyes gleaming.

He’ll definitely poke at your cheeks the second you smile, especially during lunch. He’s fascinated. “They look like tiny little chains~ Are your teeths locked up or somethin’, shrimpy?”

Constantly comes up with weird nicknames like “Metal Mouth,” “Silver Bites,” or "Chomp-chomp"

One day, he tries to trade a button with you for “one of your braces links.” When you tell him they’re not removable, he just laughs and goes, “Guess you’re stuck like that, huh~?”

Despite the teasing, Floyd gets very defensive if anyone else makes fun of them. That’s his shrimpy. Only he’s allowed to mess with you like that.

He secretly thinks your braces make your smile even shinier, and the first time you’re embarrassed to smile around him, he squishes your cheeks and says: “Don’t hide it. I like it. It’s weird and shiny—just like you.”

“Oho~ What’s this? A mortal fashion trend I’ve missed?” Lilia is delighted when he notices your braces for the first time. You can practically see the sparkle in his eyes.

“Braces, you say? How charming! In my day, if your teeth were crooked, you just didn’t smile in portraits~”

He’s very playful about them, calling you things like “sparkling” or “silver smile cutie.”

He loves making jokes like: “Careful, or I’ll get caught in those wires when I kiss you~”

But if you ever feel self-conscious, Lilia switches gears completely. He cups your face and says: “These? They’re just a moment in time. What matters are you behind your smile. That’s what drew me in.”

He starts packing you bento boxes with soft mushy food and insists it’s traditional fae healing cuisine (it’s just mochi and gelatin, but he’s doing his best).

Also offers to enchant the braces to "sing softly in harmony" every time you bite down, but you definitely decline that one.

He leans in close and says, “Ah... fascinating. May I take a closer look?”

You’ll catch him reading up on human orthodontics just to understand how they work. He finds the idea of intentionally altering one’s bone structure to be utterly enthralling.

"Ah, so they use tension over time to shift your teeth? Remarkable. In the Coral Sea, our teeth simply regrow if damaged... quite different indeed."

He asks you questions like: “Does it hurt when they tighten them?” “Can you remove them yourself?” “What happens if you get struck by lightning with all that metal?”

Jade finds your vulnerability over them endearing. If you’re shy about smiling, he’ll gently assure you: “There’s no need to be embarrassed, dear. It’s quite the elegant solution—efficient and human.”

Ruggie is immediately intrigued by your braces, especially since he's never seen anything like that growing up in the impoverished Sunset Savanna.

“Whoa, are those real metal? Like... do they do somethin’ or are they just for looks?”

After you explain what they’re for, he whistles and says, “Sheesh, humans really do go the extra mile for shiny teeth, huh?”

You already know this boy’s gonna tease you. “Hey, if you bite someone, does it leave a cool imprint? Like a gear mark or somethin’? That’d be sick.”

When he sees you being shy or hiding your smile, he softens instantly. “C’mon, don’t be like that. You’ve got a great smile—braces or no. 'Sides, they kinda sparkle in the sun. Betcha could blind a guy if you timed it right.”

He offers to help carry your bag when your mouth’s sore or sneak you soft snacks from the cafeteria.

Ruggie gets very protective if anyone dares mock you. He might be a hyena, but he bites back if someone messes with his beloved.

“Say it again, and I’ll make you chew on scrap metal. Let’s see how you like it, huh?”

At first, Leona is completely unimpressed. He raises an eyebrow and goes, “Tch. Hervibores are so weird.”

But secretly? He thinks they’re kinda cool. He just won’t say it out loud.

If you try to hide your braces around him, he gets annoyed. “Quit fidgeting. If it bothered me, I wouldn’t be here, would I?”

Leona will 100% nap on your lap while you’re sore from an appointment, acting like it’s for his comfort. “You’re the pillow today. Don’t move, or I’ll bite.”

But you catch on pretty fast that he’s being gentle for your sake, even napping with one ear twitching toward you to monitor your breathing if you're sore.

He low-key pays attention to what you can and can’t eat and casually pushes the wrong foods off your tray without saying a word.

And if you ever look down on yourself for needing braces, his voice gets firm: “Listen. You’re already strong enough to go through all that pain for a better future. That’s more than most people can say. So stop acting like you’re less, got it?”

Jack is surprisingly shy when he first notices your braces. Not because he’s judging—he’s just unfamiliar with the concept.

He straight-up asks: “Are they... alright? Do they hurt? Should you be chewing that?”

The first time he sees you wincing after a tightening appointment, his tail droops a little. “Do you want me to walk you back? You look like you're in pain…”

Jack becomes incredibly considerate—offering cold drinks, even adjusting your scarf or collar to make sure nothing presses on your jaw.

He absolutely blushes the first time you smile at him with braces, then clears his throat and mutters: “You’ve got a nice smile... not that it matters what I think. I mean—it does—I just... yeah.”

If anyone tries to tease you, his ears flick up. “Say that again, and I’ll make you apologize to them—with a mouthful of your own teeth.”

He’s honestly in awe of how tough you are. “Most people would complain nonstop. But you’re just... handling it. That’s cool. You’re cool.”

And when you finally get your braces off, Jack notices instantly and gives you a genuine smile: “You looked good before. You look good now. But… I think I like your confidence the most.”

Azul tries to act all suave about it, but the truth is: he's completely thrown off by how cute you look with them.

“Ah, I see you’ve... updated your dental equipment,” he says, adjusting his glasses. (Internally: Oh no. They’re adorable.)

When you tell him how painful it was getting them put on, he immediately launches into Concerned Boyfriend Mode: “Did you take the painkillers I brought you? Shall I fetch more soup? I read that cold smoothies can help ease the inflammation...”

Brags to the others in the Most Azul Way Possible: “My significant other is investing in their future—perfect teeth, no less. Vision, commitment, discipline. Qualities of a successful individual.”

That said, he will absolutely start offering orthodontic deals at the Lounge, using your experience as a case study. “Smile confidence package: get your teeth adjusted and a free coupon for eel mochi!”

The first time you get self-conscious about your braces, Azul falters a little and says, almost shyly: “I think they suit you. They reflect your character—strong, determined... and charming.”

Malleus is fascinated the first time he sees your braces. He leans in with those glowing eyes, blinking slowly. “You have metal... attached to your teeth. Is this a custom of your people?”

You explain what braces are for, and he nods gravely like you’ve just imparted sacred knowledge. “Ah... so they alter the growth of your bones over time. Such craftsmanship... humans truly do have curious forms of magic.”

He’s surprisingly gentle about it, never teasing you. In fact, he considers it a mark of resilience. “You endure pain in pursuit of a goal. That is... admirable. A strength.”

Malleus offers to cast protective wards on your braces “should they ever threaten your health or comfort,” and you have to gently explain that’s not necessary.

One day, he casually says: “They glint when you smile. I quite enjoy the sight.”

When you’re sore or shy about them, Malleus encourages you with calm certainty: “Whether adorned with silver, metal, or not, your smile has always been a treasure.”

His dad is a dentist sooo he's the only one "familiar" with the concept. Atill, its something strange for him.

"It’s—uh—good that you are seeking improvement! As expected of someone close to Malleus!”

He immediately starts researching orthodontics. You catch him in the library with books like “Metal in Human Medicine”

Every time you wince in pain or avoid smiling, he panics internally and tries to act composed: “STAND TALL! Your braces are a sign of perseverance and strength! Do not falter, human!”

He constantly tries to find foods that won’t hurt your mouth and shoves tupperware at you with aggressively handmade meals. “I prepared these soft steamed vegetables. They’re high in calcium for bone support. NUTRITION IS VITAL!”

He’s very, very proud of you and shouts it. “MY PARTNER BEARS METAL IN THEIR MOUTH AND YET SMILES THROUGH THE PAIN—TRULY, NONE COMPARE!”

[pomefioredove]

I'm not sure if this has been asked before, but could you do Diasomnia with a lover who's afraid of the rain, especially thunder and lightning?

Hi, I submitted a request a few hours ago. Just looked at your inbox again, and saw your requests are closed. I dont know if I just missed that or what, I'm sorry if I submitted it at a wrong time T-T

hi anon (if you're still here) I've been saving this one for when I had a moment to do more requests!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ a reader afraid of storms

summary: title says it all type of post: headcanons characters: sebek, silver, lilia, malleus additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, fluff, post-book 7

𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐤 𝐙𝐢𝐠𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭

Sebek prides himself on protecting you

freaky bugs? he's bravely wielding a cup and paper to take them outside. mean students? he's valiantly using his imposing voice and position to ward them off. essays? he's courageously counting each word and giving you careful feedback

your fear of storms is no different!

his hands will fly to cover your ears if he hears oncoming thunder, he'll take a protective position to shield you from flashes of lightning

it's... a little overdramatic, but what works, works, right?

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞

Silver could sleep through a bomb going off, but he knows that isn't the case for you

he hates the idea of you waking up during a storm without him

and so he spends a few nights pacing his room to stay awake and think of a solution (because he's a problem-solver like that)

in a strange turn of events, he devises something that he might never thought he would need

enchanted noise-cancelling headphones... and a sleeping mask

now you two can cuddle and sleep through stormy nights, equally as unconscious

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞

hey, Lilia gets it

sometimes loud noises startle him too, y'know? falling from the ceiling and going "boo!" is one thing, booming thunder and rain is another

not all of his memories are pleasant, after all

so he's happy to weather the rain with you, for better or for worse

he might even find it within himself to crack a joke or two, to help you both make light of the dark and stormy situation

while he secretly thanks the stars that he has someone to understand this with him... if only a little

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚

keeping his emotions in check has always been an uphill battle for Malleus

...but he feels more than motivated to try when it's for someone he loves

it actually feels quite different, not being the most emotional person in the room when it rains and storms

it's quite scary to see you panicking and know that's what his loved ones see when he's having a bad episode, too

he treats you, then, as he'd like to be treated (deep down, at least)

he coddles you and comforts you and murmurs that you've done nothing wrong, and no one is going to hurt you- at least not while he's there

[fawnwilde]

Taboo III Ecstasy .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Sean MacGuire x reader

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rating: explicit (18+)

A storm has torn the camp to shreds. The Van Der Linde gang is lucky to have you around to help them pick up the pieces of the camp.

But you're lucky there's a certain Irishman who knows how to lift your spirits, in more ways than one...

content warning: f reader, smut MDNI, cunnilingus, piv smut, arthur has high honor so sean lasts longer, goofy smut bc it's sean macguire, he's a goofy guy

word count: 5.0k

The night before, a storm damn near flooded Clemons Point.

The sun disappeared beyond the horizon, and heavens opened up in retaliation.

You were sitting at the campfire, whittling arrows while listening to Javier idly strum his guitar. A distant rumbling made you sit straight.

Like a bloodhound, you looked around, sniffing the air for the earthy aroma of rain. Years living outdoors gave you a sixth sense, knowing when the weather brought danger to you and your nomad lifestyle.

Lo and behold, the warmth of the early evening sky was being interrupted by blackened clouds. A storm was brewing.

“Not good.” You said to no-one in particular, as you tucked away your knife and arrows.

“What’s wrong, señorita?” Javier had asked, ceasing his music to give you a look.

“A storm.” You responded, looking at the others around camp, “Looks like a bad one. We need to move quickly, find sturdy shelter.”

Within the hour, you and the gang were scurrying through rain, thunder, lightning and harsh winds, trying to protect and save what you could of the makeshift camp..

Dutch listened to your instructions, and together you managed to get people to transport valuables to the safety of the trees nearby. The group huddled together in a large, makeshift shelter created by two wagons and a canopy.

A very rushed solution which did little for the camp, that was bombarded by elements. All you could do was watch the camp flood and disperse, a blanket wrapped around you with Dutch’s chin resting against your shoulder.

You tried to get some sleep, used to the sounds of winds and rain. The effects of the storm would have to be dealt with in the morning, you had said.

In the present, you just sighed dejectedly.

The camp, for lack of a better word, is a disaster.

Tents destroyed by rain, wagons submerged in mud, horse escapees that had to be herded back to base by an exasperated Charles and a rather hysterical Kieran.

The sun above feels like it's taunting you all. Everyone else busies about, following the instructions bellowed out by Grimshaw. No-one has the energy to complain in their various states of exhaustion, lugging around whatever was still intact and grouping together destroyed items.

You’re standing beside Pearson, trying to salvage his supplies, half-listening to him recounting an event in the navy where his ship almost went overboard during a storm.

Another cracked bowl is put into the growing pile of unusables, another bottle of beer is found full of muddy water, and the world keeps turning.

What a dreadful day, you think as you rub a hand over your face.

“Hello, whore.” A female voice greets, and Karen joins your side with a wink.

You smile at her, “Careful. That’s Micah's favourite nickname for me. Don't want him to get jealous.”

Karen scoffs, but smiles at the easy banter between the both of you.

It’s taken you a while to get used to Karen’s way of talking with you, especially now that she knew about your rendezvous’ with the gang’s leader Dutch Van Der Linde and the resident hot mess John Marston.

Two weeks have passed since you began warming both of their beds, and somehow you worked in perfect harmony.

The gang was just happy Dutch seemed to have an outlet, and John was starting to turn his life around.

Speaking of which, Arthur and John walk past, carrying a wagon wheel between them towards Strauss’ worse-for-wear wagon.

When John sees you, he brightens up, sending you a wink. You smile back, putting your hands on your hips.

John realises you’re wearing one of his shirts, and he does a double take, dropping his end of the wheel and making Arthur lose balance. The wheel goes crashing onto the ground below, knocking off two of the wooden spokes. John winces as Arthur exclaims angrily.

“What happened?!” Strauss demands angrily, storming across camp.

“Ah! We broke the goddamn wheel!” Arthur groans, glaring at John.

“John!” Dutch laments, coming between the angered Austrian and his two unruly sons.

Karen bursts out laughing, nodding to you to try to fix the problem you had somehow inadvertently caused.

As Arthur grabs a hammer and takes Strauss over to amend the wheel, Dutch sighs frustratedly. He’s stormy as he passes you, so you gently take his hand, pulling him closer.

Dutch raises an eyebrow at you. You smile, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lip. His mustache tickles, but he hums into the kiss, his posture relaxing for a moment. As you pull away, a small smile rests on his lips, anger forgotten.

He nods to you and Karen, tipping his hat, “Ladies.”

As he disappears from view, John follows him. You lean into him, kissing his cheek. He chuckles rapidly, nudging his forehead with yours before he wanders off.

Hosea, who was stood waiting for Dutch at his tent, awaiting an argument between the gang’s leader and John, was left surprised when both men just nodded to one another and went on with their day.

Turning back to Karen, you smile at her bewildered looks “Problem solved.” You say, shrugging.

“Witch.” Karen laughs.

“Am I a witch or a slut? You laugh, poking her arm.

“You’re a goddamn miracle of nature, that’s what you are.” Mary-Beth laughs as she joins the two of you, followed by Sean and Tilly as they bring over chairs and crates.

“At least someone can control those two.” Tilly laughs, “When you’re fully healed, I reckon you’re a real force of nature.”

You’re reminded of your wound, looking down at the bandage that peaks out from the sleeve of your dress. It had been healing well over the past couple of weeks, but there had been a scare a few days ago where you had a fever, and Grimshaw realised it had gotten infected.

Another reason to stay with the gang for a little longer. If you had left when you originally wanted to, the infection would have killed you.

“Aw, yer poor arm.” Sean coos, poking your forearm.

You shrug, “It ain't too bad.”

“Ain't too bad? If ye were a horse, ye woulda been shot ‘fore ya went lame.”

“Oh, that's not…” Mary-Beth sighs.

“Sean, why are you like this?” Tilly slaps his shoulder. The Irishman just stares at the women, shrugging without a care in the world.

“See, this is why we ain't together no more.” Karen says with a roll of her eyes.

Sean scoffs, “Please, like that wasn't my decision.”

“It wasn't.” The girls say in unison.

You join in their laughter, and Sean catches your eye.

His eyes twinkle with life, making a small blush appear in your eyes. Sean is undeniably handsome, in an unkempt, boyish way.

“If I hav'ta be the butt of the joke to hear tha' lovely laugh, then I’ll gladly take the blow to m'pride.”

“You always are the butt of the joke, Sean.” Lenny laughs as he walks past the small group.

“Everyone, hurry up! We’ll be moving closer to the lake until this area has solidified again.” Dutch calls out, walking through camp with Hosea at his side.

You smile at the thought of being on the waters edge, having confided in the Van Der Linde gang leader about your affinity for water.

Dutch winks at you as he passes.

“Sean! I told you to move the firewood an hour ago!” Hosea yells at him, storming towards the younger man looking ready to reconstruct his bone structure.

Stuttering out excuses, Sean heads off, Hosea on his trail, sending the girls back into hysterics.

Sean MacGuire always knows how to lighten the mood… even when he doesn't realise it.

You’re stood on the outskirts of camp, trying to salvage the girls’ lean-to cover, which got torn pretty awfully by the torrential rain.

“Ah, come on now.” An exasperated voice whines.

Looking up, you spot Kieran across the way, trying to lead the horses away from their old spot to the new one across camp. The grass at the hitching posts has turned to sludge against the mud below, yet the horses seem content to stay there.

And poor Kieran has the bad luck to try to move them all to their new home.

Which they are clearly unhappy about, if their whinnying and motionlessness is anything to go by. Kieran tries feebly to lead Boaz away by his reins, but the horse shakes his head and stomps his hooves at him.

“Please, just listen to me.” Kieran sighs, “You’ll be happier over there, I promise!”

“Having some trouble, Kieran?” You call, folding up the canvas as you come to his side.

“You have no idea.” He sighs, looking dejectedly at Boaz who huffs at him and stays in place. If he had arms, they would be crossed in unimpressed protest.

Bo stands a few feet away, happily grazing on a lump of soggy hay. Definitely not a picky eater, you laugh to yourself.

“Bo.” You call, whistling.

He looks up, nickering happily when he sees you. He trots over, nudging at your head, and you press a kiss to his nose.

“Take him over, Kieran.” You nod.

Kieran sighs, taking Bo’s reins limply, already prepared for another embarrassing defeat.

But Bo just sniffs, leading Kieran away as if he were the horse instead. Kieran sighs in relief, “Thank you, Bo.”

As Bo and Kieran meander off, you nudge Boaz to follow, who seems to get the hint and trudges over, followed by Old Boy and Brown Jack.

Slowly but surely, the horses trickle over to the new space, and Kieran grows more and more at ease as more of the horses take your lead.

With only two horses remaining, you tie your skirt up at the hem, grabbing the Count’s reins in one hand and Taima’s in the other. They hesitate for a moment, before following you forwards.

“And I thought I was good with horses!” Kieran beams, giving you an appreciative nod, “Thank you for helping, miss.”

“Of course-”

“Bollocks!”

You and Kieran jump at the sudden, Irish outburst.

Sean seems to have drawn the short straw, or is currently being punished by Hosea, because he is attempting to independently push one of the wagons out of the mud.

And looking positively pathetic as he huffs and heaves while trying to shove the wagon.

You lose the battle against laughing, trying to hold it in but a chuckle escapes your pressed lips. Sean looks up, and his eyes widen when he notices you’re watching.

Clearing his throat, Sean nods at you, “Lass.”

“Mr MacGuire.”

He presses his lips together, rolling up his sleeves dramatically. He takes a big breath, before throwing his body against the wagon.

It doesn't budge.

It’s strange to see Kieran looking at someone pityingly, “Do you need some help?”

“Shaddup, O’driscoll!”

“Not an O’driscoll.” You and Kieran say. He smiles at you, avoiding your eyes as you chuckle.

The horses notice the lack of human supervision, and Baylock tries to make a break for the old land, with Boaz on his tail.

“No, come on guys!” Kieran yells as he runs back to them, herding them back to their new home.

Turning back to Sean, you put your hands on your hips, “I don't think that's moving.”

“It-’s almost- there- woah!”

A slippery patch of mud sends the wagon sliding forwards, much too quickly for Sean to regain his balance. He falls into a heap into the floor, making a loud squelch against the mud.

“Sean!” You shout, a laugh escaping you as you rush forward to help him.

Pulling him from the mud, he looks up at you with a somber face, half covered in mud. He spits out a mouthful, mumbling words that you don't understand.

You wipe off the mud from his nose, looking at him and bursting out in hysterics.

“Aw, you look like Bill Williamson.” You point to the mud surrounding his mouth.

“How absolutely dare you- ow…” Sean winces, rolling his wrist with a grimace, “Definitely fell on that wrong.”

“Here, let me look.” Laughs stifled, you extend your hand to his.

He shows you his wrist, a grimace on his face. Looking it over, you carefully run your fingers over the sharp bones and wiry muscle. Sean hisses when you out pressure to his joints.

“Think you might have sprained it.” You sigh, “It's not broken, but it'll hurt for a while."

“Gah, ain't too bad then.” Sean shrugs, though he fails to hide his scrunched up look.

“If you were a horse, you would be shot before you go lame.” You smirked.

“Hardy har, she's a comedian.”

You just giggle, rolling up your sleeves, “Let’s get this thing out of the mud, then we can swap jokes.”

Sean rolls his eyes playfully, wiping off some mud on his face before coming to your side at the back of the wagon.

“I’ll push it, it isn't too big.” And you’re not lying when you say this. It’s the cart used for simple journeys taking supplies, a donkey could pull it.

But Sean doubts your abilities, huffing out a laugh while he wipes mud off his hat.

“Just warning you, it's heavier than it looks.” He says, “Don't say I didn't warn you.”

You brace your hands beside his, giving it a sturdy shove and sending it forward.

It moves easily, the strength you have gained from hunting, riding and running coming in useful once again. Looking over your shoulder victoriously, you’ve earned a look of pure astonishment from the Irishman, before his face falls and he gives you a playful pout.

“...show off.” Sean grumbles, traipsing after you as you push the wagon further into camp.

Lenny whistles as he passes the both of you. He’s covered in muck, clearly also fighting a losing battle against sorting out the camp.

“You sure are helpful, miss.” He muses, before rolling his eyes at Sean moping behind you, “And stronger than this buffoon, clearly. Bet you could push that thing with me on it.”

“Hop on if you want.” You joke.

He chuckles, prodding at Sean’s wounded arm. The two squabble behind you, indignant defences from Sean and quips from his friend.

Trying to look over the top, directing the wagon towards the shore of the lake, most people avoid your path respectfully.

But Micah Bell nearly walks right into you, a sneer on his face and his hands full of weapons. He huffs out a laugh at Sean's expense, “Need a woman to do your job for you, Irishman?”

“Notice how no-one's offering to help you?” You say as you pass, noting the gun that has fallen out of his arms.

Sean gives Micah a goofy, self satisfied grin, “She's entranced by my Irish charm.”

He clicks his heels, making you and Lenny laugh.

Before long, you're depositing the wagon by the horses. You and Lenny share a smile and a wave before he returns to helping with rebuilding tents.

Sean goes to the water's edge, squatting to cup water and wash it over his face. It’s ineffective with only one hand, but every time he lifts the other, he winces. Dramatically, you know. Sprains ache but you’ve had enough to know he's exaggerating.

With a pout, he looks up at you “Help a poor, injured fella out?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, but relent to his puppy dog eyes. Pulling a rag from the laundry pile, you join his side, dunking the rag to wet it before bringing it to his mug.

Sean watches you as you drag the cold fabric over his chin, cleaning the mud off before washing it out in the waves of the lake.

“Big baby.” You chide.

He gives you another frown, batting his eyes at you, and you splash water at him. He guffaws, shaking his head like a dog when the water gets in his hair.

“Mean.” He says, but smiles when you resume washing the last bit of dirt off his cheek.

Once he's clean, you look over his face, taking a moment to admire his tiny freckles and crooked nose.

“There’s that handsome face.”

Sean blushes redder than his hair, clearing his throat. You stand and ring out the rag, tossing it back the laundry pile and leaving the bright red Irishman without another word.

He watches you leave, you pretend not to notice.

The camp has settled in for the night, newly constructed tents on the bank, and a campfire on the shore of Flat Iron Lake.

Home sweet home, for now.

Uncle had already fallen asleep face down in the sand, and people have started betting on whether or not the tide will sweep him out before dawn.

The gang is in high spirits despite all of the chaos.

Javier plays a light hearted song and the remaining alcohol is distributed. Even Charles has had a good few, laughing along to one of Hosea’s stories.

You’re quietly enjoying the atmosphere, sitting with John as the both of you listen to the sound of music and laughter.

You don't even realise he's dozing until his head begins resting on your shoulder.

Deciding he should better go to sleep, you rise and take his hand, leading him to the lean-to he's been sharing with Javier.

Once he’s down, snug as a bug in the salvaged blankets you wrap him in, you walk over to one of the only surviving tables, taking a moment to yourself with a borrowed cigarette from Mary-Beth.

Smoking is new to you, and it's entirely unpleasant. But it calms your mind as you bask in a moment of solitude.

It’s like you summoned the mouthy Irishman by asking the universe for peace and quiet.

Lo and behold, Sean strolls past you, carrying a crate of bottles towards the main campfire while whistling a tune.

You narrow your eyes looking at his supposedly mortally injured wrist being used to carry a heavy looking crate without any fuss from him. He looks almost cartoonish with his bouncing stride and smirking face.

Fucker just wanted princess treatment, huh? You think to yourself.

A turn of his head and Sean sees you.

Eyes widening, he drops the crate with a racket of rattling glass, dramatically grasping his wrist like a soldier fresh from the battlefield.

“Oh, my wrist!” He winces, leaning against your table, “Oh, it's pure agony, I’m telling ya.”

You huff out a laugh, blowing smoke at him, “Is that so?"

“Oh aye, aye. Thought I could carry that crate, out on a brace face. But lordie am I in pain, you’ve never known the likes of it.”

“Right.” You chuckle, “And what am I supposed to do about that?”

“Ah, I don't know.” He makes a show of thinking, rubbing his ‘sprained' wrist, “Haven't ya got any special healing powers or nothing? Karen mentioned yer a spooky witch or something of the like.”

You snort, “If I did, I wouldn't have needed to be saved by Dutch after getting shot saving you outlaws.”

Sean joins in your laughter, before he stops, looking you up and down appreciatively, “Oh… well, maybe there's something you can do…”

He’s shameless.

Narrowing your eyes, you finish your cigarette and give him a scrutinising look, “Oh? And what's that, Mr MacGuire?”

“Maybe you could kiss it better?” Sean suggests, voice low with obvious flirtation.

“That's all?” You ask, leaning forward, “You could have just said.”

Sean’s smirk drops, taken aback, “Wait, really?”

“Sure.” You shrug, standing, “It's just a kiss.”

He stares at you, and you can practically see the cogs turning.

Taking your hand, he leads you away from the rest of the camp, away from prying eyes, “A special healing kiss demands privacy.”

He pulls you into a tent, shrouded by darkness away from the campfire’s warm glow.

You raise your eyebrows when you realise whose it is, “This is Hosea’s tent-”

You're silenced by Sean’s lips.

Taken aback, you freeze. He stops, looking at you worriedly.

You stare at him, before shaking your head, “Fuck it.” This time, you kiss him.

Sean kisses like he does everything else, unmeasurable amounts of energy, little skill. But it's good, in a messy way.

You lean into it, arms wrapping around his neck to grasp onto his scruffy hair, knocking his hat off in the process.

“I thought-” kiss, “You wanted-” kiss, “Me to-” kiss, “kiss your wrist-” You say in between kisses.

“Nah my wrists fine, it's my lips that hurt.” Sean pouts against you, “Need you to kiss em better.”

His tongue seeks entry, and who are you to deny him?

It’s heated, your hands gripping onto his hair, his hands gripping onto your waist. You mesh together greedily, seeking the warmth of each other's bodies.

Sean nips at your bottom lip; and you frown against him. You can feel him harden against your hip.

“Fuck, get that skirt up.” He groans, gripping the fabric of your dress, “If I don't have my face between yer legs in the next five seconds, I think I’ll die.”

You giggle breathlessly, letting him push up your skirts to the tops of your thighs as he drops to his knees.

With nothing to balance on, you almost topple over when he begins biting your inner thighs, teeth scraping against soft flesh. Sean tugs at your ankle to push your thigh over his shoulder, steadying you while also opening you up to him.

“No underthings?”

“The ones I borrowed got wet.”

He groans, “Yer bloody spectacular.”

You barely have a second to brace yourself before he’s burying his face against your cunt.

Gasping, you grab onto his head, finger nails stretching against his scalp. Your other hand comes up to your mouth, teeth sinking down onto your knuckles as Sean begins devouring you.

Kitten-licks to your clit, digging his tongue into your hole, groans coming from his mouth sending vibrations against you. His hand leaves your ankle to plunge two fingers into you.

It’s too much too quick, your orgasm begins riding close to the surface with startling speed and urgency.

Sean shakes his head like a dog, mouthing at your cunt like it's the only thing keeping him alive.

Biting on your knuckles, you mewl out as you cum against his mouth, shaking and gasping out, murmurs of Sean's name on your lips.

He doesn't let up, sucking on your clit with possibly even more vigour. You whine, trying to move away, but he locks his hands around your thighs, pulling you back.

“Sean- too much.”

He groans, saying something against your pussy, sounding suspiciously like “Nuh uh.”

“Sean…” You laugh breathlessly, squirming.

Reluctantly, he pulls his head back, looking up at you with blown out pupils and mess all over his face.

“Haven't eaten something this good in years.” Sean sighs against you, mouthing at your inner thigh as he catches his own breath, “It’s just mean to take it from me.”

You roll your eyes, but run your fingers through his hair affectionately, “Fine, just… gentler.”

“Whatever the lady wishes.”

He returns to his ministrations, though making an effort to take more care. His tongue runs along your cunt gently, drinking up everything he can find, kissing your clit with his own moans.

Another, smaller orgasm runs through you, making you clench your thighs against his head. He breathes out a quiet, “fuck yes”, as if he wishes you would keep him locked in place forever.

You’re tempted to do just that.

After a moment, he rises to his feet. His hands grasp your hips, kissing your face, “Let me fuck you? Please?”

“Well… seeing as you asked so politely.” You chuckle, nudging your nose against his stubbly cheek.

Sean smiles giddily, like the cat who got the cream. A flash of fear crosses his face, eyebrows furrowing, “Dutch won’t kill me, will he?”

“Nah. He hasn't killed John yet.”

Sean whistles, “You naughty, naughty girl.”

Separating, the both of you begin hastily tearing off your clothes. Your skirt and shirt are in a pile across the room, and you get comfy on the bedroll, hot skin shivering against the cold blankets.

“Knew you were a minx when I saw you in the woods.” Sean says, pulling his shirt off.

“Oh?”

“You’ve got the look.” He smirks, “A siren, you are, luring us sailors in.”

“I hadn't done anything before Dutch.” You laugh, shredding the last of your garments and stretching out on the bedroll.

“No way.”

“Way.” Leaning forward, you tug Sean close by his belt, “I guess something's been awoken in me.”

“And aren't we a bunch of lucky fuckers for gaining your affections.” Sean groans, cupping your cheeks and kissing you deeply.

You lie back as Sean removes his belt, busying your hands by playing with the blanket below.

Sean steps out of his trousers, and clears his throat for your attention, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Your eyes land on his cock. Both Dutch and John had been impressive, and Sean was… less than. Smaller than them both, nestled amongst wiry red curls.

But Sean stands proudly, gesturing to his hard member with a flourish, “Meet MacGuire junior!”

You laugh despite yourself, shaking your head at him while you cover your face. You’re starting to really like this silly guy.

“Don’t laugh at him, he’ll get shy!” Sean fake pouts.

“I’m sorry.” You apologise, not at all genuinely.

“It ain’t much, but trust me I know how to use it.” He smirks, confidently sauntering over to where you recline.

He climbs on top of you, settling between your thighs with a satisfied sigh. You press your knees to his sides, bringing him close while he nuzzles against your cheek.

“Perfect, just where I’m supposed to be.” He murmurs as he begins peppering kisses along your bare chest.

Sean reaches down, one hand gripping your thigh while the other lines himself up with your entrance. It takes a few seconds of fumbling, while you press your lips together to avoid laughing again.

You feel him press against you, before Sean thrusts forward until he’s buried to the hilt. The both of you let out groans, relief filling you at being filled.

Sean sighs, shutting his eyes as he begins fucking into you, humming to himself as he increases the pace, wasting no time before he begins pounding into you.

“Oh… oh, yes…” Sean moans, “That’s the ticket.”

He’s about to start monologging, you sigh internally.

You silence him with a kiss, which he hungrily receives. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you urge him to keep going.

Sean is greedy as he takes you, hands running over every inch of skin he can find, hips slamming against yours, desperate for the warmth and pleasure of your cunt.

His pace is quick, hard, and uneven. He clearly had less experience than he likes to lead on, and he’s working with less equipment than most men.

Given all of those facts, you would have thought sex with Sean would be sorely disappointing

You’re pleasantly surprised.

Something about the feral way he fucks you hits perfectly, and you have to separate from the kiss to moan out. His hand travels down to your clit, running it vigorously and making you cry out and clench down on him.

Nothing about this is slow, it’s fast like the steam trains you watched from a safe distance.

Sean chokes out a high pitched moan, shuddering on top of you. He only gets louder with every pump of his cock within you, and he tries to silence himself by sucking on your chest.

You keen, arching against him as he sucks on one of your pebbled nipples, teeth nipping and sending jolts of electricity through your spine.

Sean adjusts his position. He sits back on his haunches and grabs your hips, pulling you up and down his cock. Sean’s pelvis catches your clit, and you arch against him, letting him use you as he desires.

You’re surrounded by a cacophony of moans and slick sounds, the tent echoing all the delicious noises produced by your writhing bodies.

It’s filthy, it’s messy, it’s ravenous, like you’re both animals in the wild.

Sean damn near sounds like an animal, in any case. His volume increases as he gets closer, crying out and moaning.

“Oh god, oh yes- almost there-!” Sean whines, body shaking as he jackhammers into you, head thrown back.

Another jolting thrust hits your clit just right, and you shake as your third orgasm erupts through you.

Sean grins when he feels it, prideful of making you peak again. His face twists into an ecstatic grimace as he twitches and begins cumming.

“Oh, oh, oh!” He howls out, his hips flush against yours, warmth spreading through your insides.

He collapses on top of you, keeping himself nestled deep within you as he huffs out warm breath against your neck.

Something about the situation, and what just happened, makes you begin giggling, cackling like a mad woman while Sean huffs.

“Can’t believe- you're laughing again.” Sean groans between taking panting breaths, “Like I didn't just fuck the shit outta you.”

You huff, “Don't know about all that.”

He lifts himself up to rest his chin on your sternum, adjusting his hips to get into a comfortable position while keeping his softening cock inside of you.

“How’s MacGuire junior feelin’ now, love?” Sean asks teasingly.

“Shut up.” You scoff, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear, “How’s that wrist feeling?”

“Better.” He sighs, “Still need that magic kiss, though.”

You laugh, shaking your head. Taking his hand in yours, you press your lips to his inner wrist, nuzzling against the skin.

He gives you a sleepy smile, kissing your cheek. For a moment, it's just you and Silly MacGuire, and the world outside has ceased to exist-

The moment is cut short when someone dangerously close to the tent yells out, “Who left this crate here?!”

It’s Hosea.

Sean’s eyes widen, panicked as he looks out into the horizon, visualising his own imminent demise. You press your face to his chest to muffle the laugh threatening to escape you.

“...Oh he’s gonna kill me.” Sean sighs.

AN/ i don't care about canon, MY sean macguire would eat pussy until he suffocated. he'd literally get lost in the sauce. literally those videos of those cats who shove their whole face into their food until their owner has to pull them back by the scruff of their necks.

wrote the smut on my break while listening to chase icon and smoking a cheeky fag hope it hits xoxo

fic taglist: @warmsideofthepillow03 @sammymcsamerson @m1stea @iamaunknownsecret @love-you-louise @vanpan8 @6esi @idcmannn @pumpkin-toffee @littlebirdgot @ripvanwinkleee @straows @bixjan

[astrologydray]

!!!Pallas in the signs!!!

Pallas reveals how you observe, interpret, and respond to complexity. She governs mental brilliance, intuitive defense, healing strategies, and the wisdom of patterns—blending intellect with instinct in unique, creative ways.

♈ Pallas in Aries

You solve problems through bold action and immediate insight. Your wisdom is direct, courageous, and often centered on initiating change or defending yourself and others.

♉ Pallas in Taurus

Your intelligence is tactile and patient—you see patterns in nature, beauty, and stability. Solutions come through grounding, embodiment, and financial or artistic strategy.

♊ Pallas in Gemini

You’re a verbal strategist—quick-witted, sharp-tongued, and brilliant with language. You see mental patterns instantly and communicate with genius-level adaptability.

♋ Pallas in Cancer

Your insight comes from emotional intelligence and memory. You defend through care and protect through intuition, often sensing a problem’s root before it’s spoken.

♌ Pallas in Leo

You’re creatively strategic—your wisdom shines through performance, boldness, or storytelling. You solve problems by inspiring others and leading with heart.

♍ Pallas in Virgo

You’re a master of detail and practical analysis. Your strategic mind works best when fixing systems, healing others, or organizing chaos into clarity.

♎ Pallas in Libra

You use diplomacy and aesthetics as tools of wisdom. You see relational patterns instantly and excel at solving conflicts with grace, fairness, and finesse.

♏ Pallas in Scorpio

You perceive what’s hidden—your intuition cuts through the surface like a blade. You’re a psychic strategist, uncovering emotional truths and outwitting through depth and secrecy.

♐ Pallas in Sagittarius

You think in symbols, stories, and big-picture visions. Your strategy is philosophical—you solve problems through belief, teaching, or global perspective.

♑ Pallas in Capricorn

You’re a structural strategist—your mind works like an architect of goals and legacies. You solve problems methodically and protect through discipline, control, and long-term planning.

♒ Pallas in Aquarius

You are a pattern-seer of systems, ideas, and networks. Your mind works like a lightning bolt—solving complex problems through innovation, rebellion, or group consciousness.

♓ Pallas in Pisces

You possess poetic, spiritual intelligence—you solve problems through dream logic, empathy, or divine inspiration. Your pattern recognition is subtle, symbolic, and often visionary.

[tyheartsthragg]

thragg x (fem)reader

note: this is also on ao3 ! and there’s comic spoilers—be advised lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64406905

word count: 1174

summary: after the destruction of the Viltrum empire, thragg seeks a solution to rebuild the legacy—he finds you.

It’s been twenty seven days since the Viltrum empire has been reduced to cinders. The shame of having to leave his entire empire behind was already mortifying by itself, however blending in with humanity was a humiliation ritual of its own. Each stomp he took down the sidewalk was followed by a deep breath, he couldn’t afford to get caught. A small pebble rolled toward his shoe, causing him to glance down with skepticism. The silence cracks open, a deafening sound of rocks and debris collapsing onto the pavement, spreading a thick cloud of dust and ash into the streets.

Thragg turned his attention toward the commotion, civilians screaming and sprinting away from the growing cloud of haze as the building nearby meets the ground.

Regardless, he carried on, walking down the sidewalk as the screams faded off into the distance. It was not his job to interfere, nor did he really care about the lives here. Yet… he is strangely curious to see how the ‘heroes’ on this planet handle a grave threat. With a slight shift of his weight, he swiftly rose into the air, the ground fell away beneath him. His gaze snapped toward the crumbled building, followed by more screams and wails of terror as the weaklings fled from the scene. His eyes narrowed further at a bright crack of lightning down below.

Focusing his sight; there was a man ranting about something inaudible, bolts of lightning crackling around his form. Bursts of flames erupt from destroyed vehicles, rubble and debris decorating the roads, and the ‘heroes’ that are keeping a large distance between them and him. They’re not even attempting to subdue the man, their lips moving but making no sudden action.

These are the defenders of this planet?

Two feelings quickly surged within him, pride and curiosity. The first was mainly due to his own sense of superiority, quickly understanding that he (or any Viltrumite really) could easily stop the idiotic man causing such a commotion. The other side of him, the curious one, wondered just how humans handled issues like these. What made them so worthy of being protected by other Viltrumites? Why did one of their best fighters betray their cause for this planet and its people?

Thragg stared blankly at the scene in front of him as others flocked away in fear, he wanted to see how this would go and if possible, find someone worthy enough to interbreed with. Someone who could create a soldier capable and reliable.

However, with each passing minute Thragg slowly began to realize something. The superheroes in front of him were entirely and completely useless at their job, doing almost nothing to stop ‘Powerplex’ as he called himself, from wrecking down buildings and hurting other innocent humans. Before he could continue living his moment as a nosy aunt, he was interrupted by the footsteps of a figure approaching the manic man. A woman. She appeared like others of her kind, small in comparison to a Viltrumite and lacking in any overt signs of strength such as muscle. He felt a brow rise in confusion, why would the GDA send such a weak thing to fight an already pathetic creature? It’d be much like watching a fly fight a mosquito, both equally annoying creatures capable of providing no positive or useful traits to a society.

He watched as the creature brought her arm back behind her, cranking it like a hard lever, and even from a distance Thragg could see the subtle sight of her veins beginning to pop against her arm. He stared intensely, waiting for her to swing, and then-

He blinked.

He blinked and Powerplex was gone.

The only evidence of what happened was the woman standing in the middle of the battlefield, and the harsh gust of wind that smacked his face from what he could only guess was due to the sheer power of her punch. Thragg stood there in a haze, completely shocked by the power he had just witnessed. Vanquished by a mere human. He rose his head and watched as the sky was illuminated by the loud and strong thunderous roars of lightning bolts due to Powerplex’s power, before the man fell onto the ground unconscious. He felt a smirk grow on his lips, his heart swelling in a strange emotion that he could only compare to excitement. This had to be it, this woman, she was the one.

A rectangular shaped portal tore through the space, hovering above the ruins as GDA rushes out with guns strapped to their chests. An older, suited man hops out last, already turning to speak with the woman who just defeated PowerPlex. The armed guards lie the injured heroes onto a cot, machines already picking up on their faint heartbeats. They left as soon as they arrived, but the elder stayed with the woman, the two seemed to be discussing the matter at hand.

Their conversation appeared to end abruptly when she shook her head, waving a dismissive hand his way. He backed down, and returned back to the portal with a wave before it shrunk back into nothing.

For the first time in the past hour or so—it’s silent. The woman stood there for a moment, before turning to help an injured person beside her.

Thragg descends from the air, gravity pulling him down to meet the cracked concrete. He marches forward, rock and shards of glass crunching beneath his feet as he approaches her. A few heads turn, taking in a single glance at him before darting away from the area. The woman turns as well; her eyes narrowing upon the sight of him. She throws a protective arm over the shaking girl beside her, flicking her head to the side—a silent order to flee. The girl doesn’t waste a second, vanishing into the ruins, leaving the woman’s attention fixed on him.

A gust of wind blows through, kicking up debris and pebbles, filling the silent air. Her posture is defensive—both hands curled into tight fists, her expression stern and unyielding.

“Who-”

“Hello.” Thragg cut her off, his hands folded in front of him. Her eyebrows pinch together in confusion, shoulders relaxing slightly. “Your performance was intriguing.” His words would sound more genuine if his tone wasn’t emotionless. She opens her mouth to reply but he cuts her off once again, causing her jaw to snap shut. “I wish to breed with you.”

The woman stands there in silence, utter disbelief written across her features as she took in his blank stare. “What the fuck?”

[rasnal]

Lightning Protection System: Safety Tips for Homes and Businesses

A natural occurrence, lightning can be both beautiful and dangerous. While it is a source of fascination for many, it can also be a destructive force, causing damage to property and posing a threat to human life. In this blog post, we will discuss the importance of lightning protection systems for homes and businesses, as well as provide some safety tips to keep you and your loved ones safe during a thunderstorm.

What is a Lightning Protection System?

A lightning protection system is a safety device that is designed to protect structures from the damaging effects of lightning strikes. It consists of a network of conductors that are installed on the exterior of a building. These conductors are connected to a grounding system, which safely dissipates the electrical charge of a lightning strike into the earth.

Why is a Lightning Protection System Important?

Lightning strikes can cause significant damage to property, including:

Fire: Lightning strikes can ignite fires, which can quickly spread and cause extensive damage to a building.

Electrical Damage: Lightning strikes can damage electrical systems, including wiring, appliances, and electronics.

Structural Damage: Lightning strikes can cause structural damage to a building, such as cracks in walls and ceilings.

In addition to property damage, lightning strikes can also pose a threat to human life. If a person is struck by lightning, they may suffer from serious injuries, including burns, cardiac arrest, and respiratory arrest.

How Does a Lightning Protection System Work?

When a lightning strike occurs, the electrical charge is attracted to the highest point on the structure, such as a lightning rod. The electrical charge then travels down the conductor to the grounding system, where it is safely dissipated into the earth. This protects the structure from the damaging effects of the lightning strike.

Safety Tips for Homes and Businesses

In addition to installing a lightning protection system, there are a number of other things you can do to protect yourself and your property from lightning strikes:

Unplug Electronics: During a thunderstorm, it is important to unplug all electronic devices, including computers, televisions, and appliances. This will help to protect them from power surges that can be caused by lightning strikes.

Avoid Using Corded Phones: Corded phones are connected to telephone lines, which can conduct electricity. If you are using a corded phone during a thunderstorm, you could be at risk of being electrocuted.

Avoid Windows and Doors: Windows and doors are apertures that can let lightning into a building. It is important to stay away from windows and doors during a thunderstorm.

Avoid Taking a Bath or Shower: Water is a conductor of electricity. If you are taking a bath or shower during a thunderstorm, you could be at risk of being electrocuted.

Do Not Use Metal Objects: Metal objects, such as golf clubs and umbrellas, can conduct electricity. It is important to avoid using metal objects during a thunderstorm.

Find a Safe Place to Shelter: If you are caught outside during a thunderstorm, find a safe place to shelter, such as a car or a building. Avoid standing under trees or near tall objects, such as telephone poles and towers.

Lightning is a dangerous force of nature that can cause significant damage to property and pose a threat to human life. By taking steps to protect yourself and your property, you can help to reduce the risk of injury or damage during a thunderstorm.

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[rayshippouuchiha]

Ed and Verde end up working together on a project somehow and something blows up (bc something always blows up) and it knocks an idea loose in Ed’s head, perhaps the solution to whatever they were working on

And Ed, who is most definitely autistic, gets into that giddy sort of infodump but also you fixed something high (I do not know how to put into words the state of being that is in my head)

Anyway, that is to say, Verde (who mayhaps have used himself as a human shield to protect Ed even though he didn’t need to) gets a lap full of a giggly, manic Ed on a break through high

(Verde is not hearing a word Ed is saying, his brain is too busy rebooting. Ed also isn’t really aware of the situation but that’s bc he’s too focused on Science and petty things like the Mortal Realm and Reality can wait)

Verde who vowed decades ago to never allow himself to be reduced to something so plebian as the meat shield so many other Lightnings tend to become, who has always valued his brain more than his body in terms of usefulness, doesn't even think twice about throwing himself on top of Ed and absorbing the hit when one of the machines in his lab overheats and explodes.

Even though they both know that Ed was more than capable of blocking the hit himself.

It was instinct, the drive to shield, to attract and channel possible damage, to become a wall, a urge as natural as breathing for a Lightning but not something Verde has ever felt before Ed.

For a moment they both just stare at each other, Ed flat on his back, Verde hunched over him, hands pinning Ed's shoulders to the ground, their faces so close Verde can feel Ed's breath mingling with his own.

And then,,,

Ed grins.

Wide and toothy, filled with a manic and vicious sort of glee.

Verde's on his back before he can blink, Ed straddling his waist, hands pinning Verde's wrists to the ground as Ed rattles off all the new data they'll be able to collect thanks to that reaction, that explosion.

And, for the first time Verde can remember, Verde can't understand a word coming out of his mouth, too enraptured with the feel of Ed on top of him to care about the science he's rapid fire spitting out.

[truevedicastrology]

Your Emotional Superpower 🌙

Your Moon sign reveals your inner world, emotional needs, and instinctive reactions. Discover your lunar superpower

♈ Aries Moon:

Lightning-fast emotional processing ⚡

Courageous in facing feelings 🦸‍♀️

Passion that ignites inspiration 🔥

Emotional honesty and directness 🎯

Resilience that bounces back quickly 🦘

Enthusiasm that lifts others 🎈

Instinctive leadership in crises 🚀

♉ Taurus Moon:

Emotional steadiness like a mountain 🏔️

Comfort-seeking nature 🛋️

Deep appreciation for beauty 🌹

Patience that weathers any storm ⛈️

Loyalty that lasts a lifetime 🤝

Grounding presence for others 🌳

Ability to find joy in simple pleasures 🍓

♊ Gemini Moon:

Emotional flexibility and adaptability 🦎

Quick-witted responses to feelings 🧠

Curiosity about emotional experiences 🔍

Skill in articulating complex emotions 🗣️

Youthful spirit that uplifts 🎈

Ability to see multiple perspectives 👀

Emotional intelligence and communication 📞

♋ Cancer Moon:

Intuitive understanding of others 🔮

Nurturing nature that comforts all 🤗

Deep emotional memory 📚

Protective instincts for loved ones 🛡️

Ability to create a sense of home anywhere 🏡

Empathy that heals wounds 🩹

Emotional depth like the ocean 🌊

♌ Leo Moon:

Warmth that brightens any room ☀️

Generous heart full of love ❤️

Dramatic expression of feelings 🎭

Natural ability to uplift others 🎉

Confidence in emotional authenticity 💪

Loyalty that stands the test of time 👑

Creativity in emotional expression 🎨

♍ Virgo Moon:

Analytical approach to emotions 🔬

Ability to find practical solutions to feelings 🛠️

Attention to emotional details others miss 🔍

Desire to be of service when others are down 🤲

Skill in emotional problem-solving 🧩

Modest but deep feelings 🌱

Perfectionism in emotional care 💯

♎ Libra Moon:

Diplomatic handling of emotional conflicts ⚖️

Charm that soothes ruffled feelings 💫

Desire for emotional harmony 🕊️

Ability to see all sides of an emotional issue 👁️

Natural mediator in disputes 🤝

Appreciation for emotional aesthetics 🎭

Romantic approach to life and love 💖

♏ Scorpio Moon:

Emotional intensity that transforms 🦋

Ability to dive deep into feelings 🏊‍♀️

Intuitive understanding of hidden emotions 🕵️‍♀️

Passionate approach to emotional life ❤️‍🔥

Resilience through emotional extremes 💪

Loyalty that borders on possessiveness 🔒

Power to emotionally renew and rebuild 🏗️

♐ Sagittarius Moon:

Optimism that brightens dark moods 🌞

Philosophical approach to emotions 🧘‍♀️

Adventurous spirit in emotional exploration 🗺️

Honest expression of feelings 📣

Ability to find humor in emotional situations 😂

Freedom-loving emotional nature 🦅

Inspiring enthusiasm for life's journey 🚀

♑ Capricorn Moon:

Emotional self-control and maturity 🧘‍♂️

Responsible approach to feelings 📊

Ability to stay calm in emotional storms ⛈️

Determination to overcome emotional challenges 🏔️

Practical wisdom in handling emotions 🦉

Long-term emotional planning 🗓️

Quiet strength that others rely on �oak

♒ Aquarius Moon:

Unique and unconventional emotional style 🦄

Ability to detach and analyze feelings 🔬

Humanitarian approach to emotions 🌍

Innovative solutions to emotional problems 💡

Friendship-oriented emotional needs 👥

Open-mindedness to new emotional experiences 🌈

Visionary emotional intelligence 🔮

♓ Pisces Moon:

Boundless empathy and compassion 🌊

Intuitive understanding of others' feelings 🐬

Artistic expression of emotions 🎨

Ability to emotionally merge with surroundings 🌌

Dreamy and imaginative emotional life 💭

Spiritual approach to feelings 🕯️

Healing presence for others' emotional pain 🌿

[prying-pandora666]

“Zuko Never Wanted To Kill Anyone”

Zuko tried to kill Suki. He fired a shot that would’ve fried her to a crisp when she was down on the ground. The only reason she lived was because Sokka deflected it.

Zuko drove his ship into the ice in the SWT, nearly running over several children. One child almost fell between the cracked ice and had to be rescued. That would’ve been a death sentence. Zuko didn’t care.

Zuko repeatedly burns down or causes serious damage to villages with people living inside them. Including children.

He tells his own crew members that their lives done matter, only his goals, and forces them to steer into a dangerous storm that could’ve gotten them all killed.

He violently robs civilians when he is on the streets. And not only out of desperation, but also for luxury items he feels entitled to.

Even as a small child, he laughed at his uncle’s joke about burning the largest civilian city in the world to the ground. While he’s actively seizing it and no one can get out.

Zuko betrays his own uncle to his nation, knowing he has been branded a traitor and may well be executed if not imprisoned for life in horrible conditions that will surely lead to premature death. In one of the comics Zuko is told that Iroh may not even survive the trip home. He still goes through with it.

He hired an assassin, behind everyone’s backs so it wasn’t even being done in service as a soldier for his nation, to murder Aang just to protect his own social status and his father’s approval.

He goaded Aang on to kill his father and mocked Aang for wanting a non-homicidal solution.

He crashed his sister’s coronation—not aware that she has banished everyone, mind you, so he could be walking into a highly protected fortress and potentially have to kill his way through soldiers and servants—and challenges his sister to an honor duel. He does this precisely because he recognizes she is mentally unwell and that he can exploit this.

He goaded his sister into shooting lightning at him. Lightning which is lethal. While she’s comet boosted. Just so he can risk his life because a small mistake could fry his heart. So he can redirect it… nowhere? Potentially multiple times as she can possibly chain lightning while comet boosted. Why? What possible reason could he have to put himself in such a dangerous and fruitless scenario?

He was trying to kill her. Zuko has never been against killing.

He just changed sides.

And before you say “but he redeemed! He changed!” Yes.

I do know he changed. It’s what makes his arc so powerful. The fact that he was so willing to kill and invested in the war.

But he is still learning and he clearly didn’t realize that trying to kill his sister was wrong until she was chained up and sobbing. Only then did he finally see through Ozai’s manipulation pitting them against each other. She was never a monster. She wasn’t just the embodiment of everything he had failed to do, not just a living obstacle to overcome. She was also dad’s victim.

And in doing so, Zuko finally breaks the cycle of “brother killing brother” in their family that Iroh warned about.

It’s an incredible redemption story.

It only works if we admit Zuko was once a villain who did bad things and had selfish and sometimes cruel intent.

[maddascanbe-blog]

Power/Kwami re-writes?

I think I'm going to star applying these to redesigns and re-writes, but here is my (current) rewrites of the miraculous power system.

Ladybug- Kwami of Creation and Good Luck

Abilities- Lucky Charm: Creates a solution to whatever problem the user is seeking an answer too and creates a tool to point them in that direction.  Miracle Cure: Can re-create all physical damage to its pre-existing state (only works on physical damage).

Cat- Kwami of Destruction and Misfortune

Abilities- Cataclysm: Allows users to destroy anything they touch, either reducing whatever is to dust, or causing it to stop functioning.  Miracle Purge: Can destroy any presence of the villain left on a person or location after defeat (only works on non physical residue) to cleanse them of the effects.

Fox- Kwami of Memory and Guile

Abilities- Mirage: Creates an Illusion of anything the user wants, the quality being determined by scale and the users attention to detail.  Recall: brings forward the memories of a given location to offer insight to the events that shaped the place.

Butterfly- Kwami of Transmission and Perception

Abilities- Champion: Users can lend their strength to another holder to create a new power, but any attempt to copy another miraculous will be far weaker than the real thing.  Discourse: Allows the user to sense the thoughts of a person who is facing adversity.

Peacock- Kwami of Emotion and Intention

Abilities- Amok: Forms a new body to house part of the soul of the amok bearer to act as an aid, binding them together.  Senti: Creates a new soul, forming a body around the intention and emotion of the person who created them.

Turtle- Kwami of Protection and Diligence

Abilities- Shelter: Forms a barrier that is as strong as the protectors will to maintain it.  Devotion: Guards the users body from change in correlation to their determination to carry on their cause.

Bee- Kwami of Subjugation and Action

Abilities- Sting: Creates a barb that can be used to steal away a person's will, leaving them frozen.  Drone: Imparts a new purpose into a person by the whim of the user.

Mouse- Kwami of Efficiency and Cleaving

Ability- Divide: Separates the user into two or more versions of themself to act as many bodies with one mind, however the more a person divides the smaller they get.

Dragon- Kwami of Parity and The Storm

Ability- Water/Wind/Lightning Dragon: Allows the user to form themselves into the elements of the storm, clearing the path for the world to rebalance itself.

Snake-  Kwami of Intuition and Revision  (Nicknamed the Kwami of the Damned)

Ability- Second Chance: After fixing a point in time, there is a five minute window to return to that point.  The user can change time freely in those five minutes, but do not reset with each rewind.

Rabbit- Kwami of Liminality and Hindsight (Nicknamed the Miraculous of the Outcasts)

Ability- Burrow: The rabbit user can observe the impact of decisions on the timeline, without directly interfering once a branch is created

Horse- Kwami of Passage and Direction

Ability- Voyage: A portal between two points in space is opened to allow journeying between the two.

Monkey- Kwami of Derision an Disruption

Ability- Uproar: When the user calls for a distraction, it can offset their opponents greatest strengths.

Ox- Kwami of Immunity and Resilience

Ability- Steadfast: Once set on a goal, the Ox will be able to power through any attack.

Dog- Kwami of Pursuit and Passion

Ability- Tracker: Once the user's ball touches a quarry they can sense a path set by the movement of their target.

Tiger- Kwami of Exhilaration and Impulsion

Ability- Trounce: All of the attacker's power is pushed into a single attack, with a massive damage output.

Pig- Kwami of Desire and Reverie

Ability- Fancy: Allows the attacked target to escape into the world of their fancy, leaving their mind wandering.

Goat- Kwami of Curiosity and Discovery

Ability- Inquire: The user writes down a specific question, and the answer is revealed to them.

Rooster- Kwami of Pretension and Restriction

Ability- Chicken Scratch: The user can set down a rule, and all those who are present to hear it are bound to it, including the rule giver.

Obviously not all of these are my original ideas. A good chunk of the powers stayed the same, Recall was inspired by @zoe-oneesama in her upgrade for Rena Rouge, and Chicken Scratch was based on an amazing fanfiction by @imthepunchlord. But I will take credit for the Goat, I haven't seen anyone with that Idea yet.

The other thing was what the Kwami's are meant to represent, personally I think all the kwami's covering a small (or large) range would make the most sense. Especially if this is supposed to be the most powerful box. I'm tempted to make a youtube video explaining all my picks, but its really late and I have class tommorow sooooo- lets just talk Trixx and move on.

Illusion doesn't quite feel on par with everything else in the big five, especially once the Bee was changed to Action instead of Subjugation. But I knew I wanted to keep Mirage. So Memory and Guile felt like it hit that nice midpoint. Guile has to do with intelligence and cunning, combined with the memory of the person being necessary to create an accurate copy of whatever/whomever it is.

Also, I have seen a lot of people say they think Miracle Cure removes all stakes and like- i don't really think that's true? Marinette and Adrien are still watching their loved ones get murder/enslaved/tortured/ whatever on the reg, thats plenty of motivation for them to try and minimize the damage already. Not to mention the victims allegedly REMEMBER DYING in most cases. And quite frankly no one in paris would still be alive if the miracle cure didn't exist. So glad cannon has now confirmed Chat Noir does have an equal power, one that might have saved a lot of people money on therapists if Plagg had bothered to tell him about it.