#Cast Iron Crack Repair

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Repair Crack Cast Iron by RA Power | With 45 Years of Experience

RA Power Solutions are experts in repair crack cast iron due to various reasons that cracks to develop in cast iron components. Cast iron repair on site by metal stitching and metal locking process is the only option to repair cracks in cast iron components and salvage the component, which is otherwise rejected due to the crack or serious damage into multiple pieces. Also, we undertake onsite cast iron repairs and repairs of aluminium and cast steel. As well as we repair cracks in the casting of grey iron, steel casting, or aluminium, it is cold, and no heat is generated. For more information on cast steel casting, the method of repairing cracks, metal surgery, damaged casting repair in Gambia, and metal stitching, contact us at rajshahani@rapowersolutions.com or info@rapowersolutions.com or call us at +91 9582647131 or +91 9810012383.

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Metal Stitching for Repairing Crack Cast Iron 

The metal stitching process involves inserting metal pins into the crack or broken area of the cast iron. The pins are then welded in place, creating a strong and durable repair. This process can be used to repair cast iron cracks of any size, and it can also be used to replace missing pieces of cast iron. The metal stitching process is a cold method of repair, so there is no risk of heat damage to the cast iron. For more information about cast iron repair, repair crack cast iron, and crack repair in cast iron, contact us at info@rapowersolutions.com, 0124-425-1615, or +91-9810012383. 

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Insitu Crack Repair By Metal Stitching And Metal Locking | Repair By Cracked Engine Block

Most repairs can be done in situ with few or no dismantling, saving you time and money. RA Power provides the services and manufacture by Onsite and Insitu crack repair by metal stitching and metal locking. Also, we have been undertaking the repair & maintenance of heavy equipment in industries, power plants, and diesel engines installed on the vessel. Without welding, metal stitching is a unique emergency repair method for repairing cracks and joining parts of broken cast metal components. The main advantage of the metal lock and metal stitching process for repairing damaged, or cracked, engine blocks is that no heat is generated during the procedure. We have successfully repaired more than three thousand cracked, damaged, or rejected engine blocks, compressor casings, heavy equipment, etc. For more information on engine block stitching, turbine casing crack repair on site, metal locking, cast iron engine block metal lock, and engine block metal locking contact us at rajshahani@rapowersolutions.com, or info@rapowersolutions.com, or call us at +91 9582647131 or +91 9810012383.

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Experience top-notch metal surgery and crack repair for grey cast iron at RA Power Solutions. Our expert technicians employ cutting-edge techniques to seamlessly mend cracks, ensuring structural integrity. Trust us to restore components to their original strength, minimizing downtime and maximizing efficiency. With a proven track record in precision engineering, RA Power Solutions is your go-to partner for reliable and durable metal surgery solutions. For more information, contact us at +91 9582647131 or visit our website.

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The Ultimate Solution for Crack Repair Using Metal Stitching and Metal Locking Techniques

One of the advantages of the metal stitching and metal locking process is that they can be performed on-site, minimizing downtime and transportation costs. Cast metal repair is a specialized process used to restore damaged or cracked cast metal components. It is a specialized process used to restore damaged or cracked cast metal components. The cast iron stitch repair part can often be brought back to its full load-bearing capacity, allowing it to resume its intended function with restored strength and reliability. For more information, contact us for metal stitching of engine block, cracked cast iron repair, crack repair by metal stitching, at info@rapowersolutions.com, 0124-425-1615, or +91-9810012383. 

[eldritch-spouse]

A short yandere monster (Fasma, Rei, and the servants) is leaning against a wall. On the other side a Y/N on the phone with a friend. She is talking standard stuff until it veers to personal tastes. Proceeds to gush about how they find short guys/gals attractive and cute, hot, etc. The convo shifts to different things Y/N want to do to them/ them do to Y/N ending with: "I haven't had any luck… Well, the next person I see 5'0 or under I'm taking them out on a nice romantic date. Then I'm takin' em home and doing some bedroom olympics💕💋" What would their reaction be to hearing all this?

Fasma accidentally inhales his cigarette and stumbles around trying to cough or fish it out. He stumbles over to your side of the wall on accident and honestly hopes the ground will swallow him whole.

Rei just fucking intrudes on your conversation. "EY, I heard you're thirsty for shortstacks. Today's yer lucky day!" He expects you to take his phone number if you're not going to immediately fuck him in the next most convenient location.

Lacai likewise doesn't directly intrude, but he'll make it a point to show up beside you a little bit after the call you just had. He can't curb the smartass smile when you cast him several nervous glances. He'll start conversation smoothly but always keep himself a bit too close to let you relax.

Nena's little heart almost combusts right then and there. She's so excited, her tail is swatting hard enough to ride her work dress up. Now that she knows you could be into the height difference, she flees home to pick her most delicious outfit and will follow you the next time you're out and about.

Jayde is a bit normal about this. He tries not to let a small smirk crack on his face as he gets rid of his watch and makes it seem as if he's a little lost, rounding the corner to ask you for the time, making small talk when you give him directions to a location he asked about. He hopes he can get you engaged enough to at least consider keeping his phone number or letting him buy you something for the kindness.

Roch actually has to pinch himself a couple times to make sure he's not having a lucid dream. He's the most awake he's been in a while when he shows up and quietly asks if you saw one of his personal belongings he totally lost around the area. The search is pointless, but he thanks you for the consideration anyway while he introduces himself and says he hopes he can see you again.

Eleri is suddenly obsessively checking their outfit and doing their best to guess what else you might like in a person besides height. They can't fuck this up, they already have a good start!! Ironically, you'll hear them start chatting with someone else nearby as Eleri very not-subtly waxes poetic about ""tall"" humans that look suspiciously like you.

Flints rakes his claws on that wall in a fit of rabid excitement. In a bit of a dick move, he pretends to be passing by and knocks you off balance "accidentally", excusing himself quietly as he picks your phone up for you and asks if it's damaged so he can pay for any possible repairs. Well, if you see anything off with it later, here's his number.

Rieba nearly vibrates her way over to you and pretends she's never been in the surface before, asking you a bunch of stupid questions before locating the nearest snack machine and getting two of the same item, handing you the spare as a thank you for your time. Come on, she's short and she's feeding you, that's gotta get you to pay her attention.

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Weather the Storm in Style: Why Cast Iron Gutters are the Ultimate Protection for Your Home

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When it comes to protecting your home from the elements, investing in quality gutters is essential. Not only do they help to prevent water damage, but they also add to the aesthetic appeal of your property. Cast iron gutters, in particular, are known for their durability and classic look. In this article, we will explore why cast iron gutters are the ultimate protection for your home, helping you weather any storm in style.

The Benefits of Cast Iron Gutters

Durability

Cast iron gutters are exceptionally durable and can withstand harsh weather conditions without corroding or rusting.

They are less likely to warp or crack compared to other materials, ensuring long-term protection for your home.

Aesthetic Appeal

Cast iron gutters have a timeless look that adds character and charm to any property.

They are available in various designs and styles to complement different architectural styles.

Low Maintenance

Unlike other materials, cast iron gutters require minimal maintenance and are easy to clean.

They are unlikely to clog or sag, reducing the need for regular repairs or replacements.

Why Cast Iron Gutters are the Ultimate Protection

Exceptional Strength

Cast iron gutters can handle heavy rainfall and snow loads, ensuring efficient water drainage and preventing water damage to your home.

They are less prone to bending or breaking under pressure, providing reliable protection year-round.

Longevity

Cast iron gutters have a longer lifespan compared to other gutter materials, making them a cost-effective investment in the long run.

They are resistant to UV rays and extreme temperatures, maintaining their structural integrity for years to come.

Curb Appeal

Installing cast iron gutters can enhance the curb appeal of your home, increasing its value and attractiveness to potential buyers.

They provide a sleek and sophisticated appearance that elevates the overall aesthetics of your property.

Installation and Maintenance Tips

Professional Installation

It is recommended to hire a professional contractor for the installation of cast iron gutters to ensure proper fitting and sealing.

Professional installation can prevent leaks and water damage, extending the lifespan of your gutters.

Regular Inspections

Schedule regular inspections of your gutters to check for any signs of damage or clogging.

Clean your gutters at least twice a year to remove debris and prevent blockages that can cause water overflow.

Maintenance Tips

Inspect the brackets and fasteners of your gutters to ensure they are secure and in good condition.

Paint or coat your cast iron gutters every few years to maintain their appearance and protect them from corrosion.

In conclusion, cast iron gutters are the ultimate protection for your home, offering durability, aesthetic appeal, and low maintenance. By investing in cast iron gutters, you can enhance the longevity and curb appeal of your property while ensuring reliable protection against the elements. Remember to follow installation and maintenance tips to keep your gutters in top condition and enjoy the benefits of stylish and sturdy protection for years to come.

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[keeper-not-hero]

Prologue:

It felt rude how beautiful the world was, even at this moment of destruction.

The wind blew cool. Night crept up slowly, the clouds on the horizon lingering, thick and gray. The darkness came closer while golden rays of sunlight slowly turned into soft blues and purples across the sky, fading fast. Mocking her people to stop their work and appreciate this miracle. Wagons filled to the brim with weaponry poured in and out of the castle’s walls, hammers pounding their anvils with grim resolve. Spells could only take you so far, even the greatest magicians would tell you that steel is, was, and forever would be the deciding factor in a war. Fireballs could only do so much, and when your magic was depleted, only a trusty sidearm would be there to keep the flesh from failing.

Grim. Grim, grim, oh so grim. Her thoughts turned so sour at the setting of the sun. The tea was hot, her derringer was loaded, and the silver saber on her hilt was comfortably close to her resting hands. This was no moment of oppressive darkness, sitting here atop the castle’s battlements, with such a gorgeous view of Kel. 

The enemy loomed far away and no forces besieged the walls of Breetle. If only she had a bottle of something stronger and some company - then maybe she’d forget there was a war at all, until the horn called her to the front lines. The first line of defense, the port in the storm, Silverthal’s Shield. Maybe she ought to muse less and get a move on finishing that tea. The leader of an elite squad ought to be relaxed, after all. She put the mug to her lips and got up, taking a long sip. Looking down at the folk running around, delivering missives, arming themselves, mobilizing. It might’ve been a luxury to enjoy tea in trying times such as these but the dwarves, they knew to enjoy the small things. Always had tea and salt in their rations.

Her attention was diverted from the view as she felt someone approach. Her messenger was small, but not a dwarf. Duarr - constructed kin. This one was built to resemble a seemingly average soldier, the cold, stoic expression carved out of marble encased in iron betrayed by a gentle voice that hummed through its ever-locked lips. Joyful, boyish. “Sir! They’re waiting for you at the war table.”

She chuckled. “Today is a ma’am day, I’m afraid.”

The kin-construct saluted, its animated hinges cracking at the effort, before repairing themselves with ease. “Ma’am. They want you there as soon as possible - no delays. You can bring your tea.” 

And with that, the armored statue slid away, floating inches above the floor like a chess piece moving along a board. She gave him a small salute back, and got to going downstairs.

The human woman was tall. Six feet and then some, brown eyes, muscular as a soldier ought to be, hefty in all the right places for the pleasures of love and combat. Her dress-skirt nearly dragged along the floor, military boots hidden under the rim, prepared to trudge through the mud and flames that would set her casual outfit ablaze. 

Cozy white pants of wool underneath, to go with her poet’s shirt, frilly sleeves and half-unbuttoned to show off her bare skin, dark, marred in scars of conflicts past. Gloved hands gently reorganized the curls of her graying hair, which only went down to her neck. Having her hair too long was a disadvantage more often than not, she found, after getting it caught in way too many glancing attacks.

On her way, passing all manner of soldiers. An avian man with sharp wings covered in thin scalemail, someone wet and fishy that slid up the stairs like a snake, leather pads on its belly to stop it from leaving a slime trail as it climbed. Humans like her and similarly anthropomorphic beings used training dummies to stab, shoot, cast magic and generally obliterate. Spirits were low, anxious; But every soldier here knew what they signed up for. This was their land, carved out of the very earth they were banished to, dug out with scared hands in an unknowable world. For most of them.

Dade was born here, not spawned out in a field, as if awaking into a dream. Her family was native; or as native as it got. Most humans seemed to be. She wasn’t sure how long they had been there, since forever or if a distant relative had happened to be thrown into Zenobia’s clutches to never escape, long ago now. All of this land, of its people, of everything here, had come out of somewhere else as far as she knew. There were many stories explaining why, but to her, it didn’t matter. 

Someone strange and new would show up in a cloud of magic, smoke, or whatever damned contraption cast them here, and hopefully they would be embraced as newcomers. Even if most needed some help adjusting to society. So many evil mages, warlords, and cruel scientists… most adapted.

Most.

She walked into the castle proper, climbing the narrow stairs up to the war room. The main hall was covered in cloth and precious gems carved into unique paintings, stained glass vistas made out of jade, quarzlyne, opallyn. Flags of silvery gray, bright gold and cheerful blues lined the walls and dangled freely above, some leading into small passages reserved only for the dwarves. 

They were the first here, born into the mountains until they carved their way out to the skies above. Their passages were as old as the stone itself by some accounts. Already being taller than most humanfolk she had no hope of crawling through one. The other paths were uncomfortable, but well protected… and hardly any of the creatures that might besiege Kel were this short.

The air was heavy in the room as she came in. A decorated chamber full of books and tapestries, maps and statues of great heroes. But it was the smell of copper and the sweet decay of flesh that truly drew her in. The source laying on the table, soaking the dark wood with rotten blood. The head of an undead fiend. Three people circled the table where it decayed. 

A “human” wizard with a hat tall enough to scrape the ceiling of the room. Painfully pale and strangely thin, lanky as if boneless. Jovial in expression and in manner, talking loudly about the state of the war to the other two.

A soldier-krauk, a type of sentient six-legged bug with heavy carapaces made for digging earth and rock alike - sort of like a mantis if they had shovels instead of claws. Many species that found their way into Zenobia ended up being alone, but on occasion, like these and the dwarves, they managed to thrive. The Krauk were but one of these.

And the commander of the fortress, a green-bearded dwarf, his prosthetic leg hanging by the side of his chair . Covered in so much armor one could mistake him for a statue, blue paint and silver touches, with moss and vines peeking out from where human hair should be. His eyes sunken, his mouth half-open. The man had seen too much already, and he was old, even for a dwarf.

“Karlos,” She waved to the purple-eyed wizard, whose solid white face lit up as he saw Dade. He wasn’t truly human, it was an open secret, but he tried looking like one. To be quite frank, she wasn’t sure what he was.

“Torr,” The bug chittered, a hollow opening on its thorax flexing against a piece of carapace, creating a loud clicking sound understood to be a greeting. 

“Sorry for being late, Zumas.” She finally took her seat, setting her tea down on the table.

The Dwarf looked at her and gently shook his head, before letting out a low sigh. “Come in and look well. This…” He gestured to the head with disgust. “... mockery of the spell-arts. Flesh knit and sewn by magic and stitch, a perversion of the art of resurrection and lichhood! Thoughtless, hollow-minded, a disrespect to every dead-not I’ve met.” He seemed to make himself smaller, swallowing his anger in favor of focusing. His chainmail shimmying as it scraped against the stone seat he was on. 

“The zombie-maker, he’s gotten bolder.” He pointed to a map on the table, representing the supercontinent that made up Zenobia’s landmass. 

This wasn’t a planet. It stretched out infinitely in all directions, though there were stars up above, sea past the land, boundless earth to dig below the crust. Around Zeakland, the Ever-King’s seat, new lands eventually cracked the existing earth and inserted themselves into reality with little rhyme or reason, forever trapped in this dimension. It meant more land for everyone to explore, move in and exploit, as well as fresh blood for Zenobia. Not always a benefit, mind. 

As was the case right now.

So it was for many thousands, perhaps millions of years, a small island turning into a land fit for entire civilizations to flourish. A new, dangerous, horrifying place would show up, and find its place in the world or die trying. Even the fair-folk of Facts adjusted, and they only kidnapped a few children these days.

He pointed east, to Forstain. Half of the King’s Lands had been turned into rot and ruin by one necromancer. World-ending events were hardly a new affair in Zenobia. They happened every few hundred years - just a symptom of this plane being the dumping grounds of every other reality’s garbage. A couple succeeded every once in a few thousand, and despite how ineffective they were at actually wiping Zenobia out, that didn’t mean those who lived here were complacent. Every apocalypse was to be met with silver and strength from every arm that could hold a sword.

There were borders dividing the continent in four parts. Facts, to the west, touching shore-to-shore. Bordering it, Kel to the south and Voor to the north.

Amicable states for the most part, Voor focused on industry, hand-made products, the melding of magic and metal and all things crafted. Kel’s industry was far more militaristic, ever prepared for situations like this. Farms as far as the eye could see to feed the waiting, watching soldiers. Deep mines leading to ancient cave systems, mining ores, and the curious Silver. 

A metal that, while soft and terrible for daily use, absorbed magic and solidified hard as steel when it drank deep from its victims. Though the charge in the blades and hammers lasted little, it was an undeniable power when one faced so much magic. 

Silverthal, Kel’s capital was the protector of these lands for these reasons, always posed as a strong hand to protect the weak and pacifists, but they weren’t leaders. As all folk in the kingdom came to know eventually, that there was only one true King. 

In the capital state of Forstain - taking half of the entire continent with its vast claims- laid Zeakland. That’s where most newcomers landed, at the doorstep of the Mind-King’s town, including the Lich that had taken the entire east coast. Rapidly charging towards Kel now, an endless horde of the deceased in tow. 

Conspicuously avoiding Zeakland, despite the failed sieges that many arrivals tried to lay before. Most lacked the knowledge to know how well protected it was at first glance. Everyone who fell here was dazed, confused, and often violent. Not this one. His undead tide was methodical and his strikes surgical. This one had a plan from the moment he set down, somehow. Other arrivals were trouble, nothing more. This one was dangerous.

Zumas pointed to the battle lines against the hordes, dragging his chubby finger across the names of towns. “Gone. Gone. When we thought we noticed a pattern and reinforced it here and here, he pushed further into our bastion-defenses. We repelled him, but we were badly hurt… the fellow-swords didn’t survive another attack.” He grumbled, pulling away to scratch his scraggly moss-beard, combing through it with armored digits. “We have a gaping hole at the border.” 

The wizard at the table crossed his arms, the soft smile that she had received melting into a grimace. 

“So,” Dade spoke, “we pull back and make a stand here. No point trying to get back terrain we already lost, yes? We might actually be able to lay traps during their approach. Get a nice view from the battlements.”

The Soldier chittered, a bubble appearing between its mandibles, mana consolidated into a semi-liquid form. They spoke into it until it popped, releasing the words in a way that wasn’t just strange clicks and chitters for the others, using a raggedy male voice as their own. “We’ll excavate trenches and pits full of spikes. Between the cannons and arrows, there will not be another.” They chittered happily, satisfied with the translation.

“We’ve tried, nothing we’ve done actually seems to matter!” Karlos shouted, breaking through his frustration, before clearing his throat. “Apologies for the scream.” Composing himself, he gestured with his hand as he spoke, waving carelessly. “Even our scryers have tried their best to predict what he could do, but where it seems we’re one step ahead of him, he is a mile in front of us. Ambushes foiled, caravans sacked, the only explanation is a traitor in our midst… or worse…” He turned his gaze to the head in front of them all. “The traitors had no choice.”

“You think he’s interrogating our bodies?” Dade crossed her arms, finally voicing herself. “I know it’s… crude to talk about, but we could cremate the bodies if need be. It wouldn’t be pretty, but-”

“We’ve tried.” Torr and Zumas interjected at almost the same time, but Torr was the one to continue, through many quick bubble-pops. “Ash constructs, packed into animated armor. Duarr-like. Evil. Evil.” They chittered, shuffling its front digger-claw. “Found the pits. Found the bodies. Did not care. Used.”

“Any diplomatic attempts?” Dade finally sat down, sipping her tea, quite a bit cooler after the whole trip here. She clicked her fingers a few times, creating small embers through her ebony fingertips. Karlos gave her a thumbs up, happy to see his lessons being put to use, and she raised her cup to him. “Mmm. If not with him, at least Voor, or one of the free cities. I mean, they’re well aware of the undead problem, right?”

“Only those of intimidation on his part. There is no one we can talk to. Voor’s too busy up its own ass, the free cities don’t care to fight. Just run away.” Karlos shook his head, taking a moment before he continued. 

“His lieutenants and generals seem to be nothing but focuses for his magic, extensions of his power. I don’t think there’s anything to be done other than reinforce the lines, and maybe…” He scratched his chin, trailing off. He had a clean-shaven face, a grin coming across it. “Do you think the king would listen to this?” The response was a unanimous “No.” from the other participants on the table. Zumas was quick to talk, with a loud scoff, somehow less noisy than the judgmental sipping of Dade’s tea. 

“King-of-naught, pah! King. He sits and idles at Castle-Home, while we the people gather for our own protection. Useless.” He shook his head. “Rock ‘em and his throne. We are alone, as we always have been. Let that steel our hearts. We will fight for those who can-not, and those who would-not.” He nodded, Torr smacking their front-claws against the floor in a rhythmic thump.

“All I’m saying is,” Karlos continued, putting his hands up defensively. “We haven’t tried. You know?

Dade put her empty tea mug down. “Except for the Many-Handed Monarch. Didn’t do anything then.” “Or the great maw-worms.” Zumas grunted.

“The metallic menaces…”

“Digger burrowers, we slaughtered ourselves.” Torr clicked happily, proud. The Krauk had done quite a number on many underground menaces often ignored by the rest of Zenobia.

“Yeah yeah o-KAY, I get it.” The wizard clasped his hands together. “All I’m saying is, we beat those. This seems different. You know? It isn’t just an enemy, I think… maybe he isn’t… like…” He scratched the back of his head. “How do I put this without… uhm…”

Everyone leaned forwards, curious about the sudden tone he’d taken. He froze, and with a sly smile, Dade spoke. “Go on. We’re listening.” 

Karlos laughed nervously, walking around the table to converse with everyone as he circled them. Pacing around the table, gesturing out as he spoke his plan.

“Look. The King doesn’t really leave his castle, ever.” Everyone nodded to that. “Maybe all we need is to get someone convincing enough, someone who knows how to talk about these things, so he can actually conceive what kind of threat we’re taking. We can’t just send a messenger - not to, uh, be depressing, but I think any rider we send out during these times is off to a swift death anyways, but I also think that they’re just not convincing enough you know? We need someone strong, gallant, powerful...” 

He stopped behind the only other human in the room, clutching her shoulders tightly. “Dade!”

���Me?” She looked up at him, eyes wide and an expression of disbelief. “I have men to lead and a war to fight, what are you talking about?” She raised an eyebrow, somewhat offended. “I’m not going to play errand boy to get turned down. You’re the Castle-Wizard, you go do it.”

Zumas grumbled. “We don’t have the manpower to throw away at something like this. Many-much, for so little gain. All hands are needed to keep the dark from winning.” He shook his head. “Desperation and resource wasting go hand in hand. We must think critically. We stand alone-as-one, as we always did.”

“Krauk dig. Fortify. Spear-shot, yes-yes.” The bug nodded, its mandibles drooling with iridescent blue mana, licking it back up so as to not waste a drop from the bubbles it made. “Send Wizard, send Lord. Reinforcements from city, yes? Help us. Hold gate.”

“Yeah! Me, Dade, give us ten men. Ten!” Karlos crossed his arms in a victorious pose, while Dade rolled her eyes. She didn’t bother hiding the smile on her lips.

“Three.” Zumas spoke resolutely. “A unit of five, keep your loads-bearer light, go quickly and return even more so.” He grabbed his prosthetic leg, more resembling a pair of sticks with some cogs than something that should function. “No more brigadiers. We need leaders, order-keepers. Torr. Gather the builders. Soldiers to patrol the island-borders!” 

He got up once the leg was in place, its joints creaking and cogs turning to facilitate his motion. Gesturing to Dade with an open palm. “Your men will hold the city-gates and patrol the waters. Out of danger, pray-be they’ll stay so.” 

He balled up his fist and touched his forehead, closing his eyes in reverence. Once his prayer was done, he put his hands to his side. “You will guide-walk this expedition, commander. General, perhaps, once this is all done.” He scratched his mossy beard. “Age wears on me so. I see none better.”

The commander felt a tinge of red on her cheeks. She cleared her throat, standing up straight, looking as heroic as she could. “Very well. Do we get our picks?” Dade asked, and got a nod in return. “Great. Karlos, go pack your bags, I’ll see who’s available tomorrow. Oh, and, Zumas- get your boys to pack up tea for us. Lots of it.” Satisfied, she got up. It was about time she got dressed properly. “Stone willing, we’ll have enough left on the way back to share with you.”

The castle had not calmed down one bit by the time she was outside its halls once more. Her quarters were located along with the permanent guard’s, separated from both the humdrum of moving carts and the newcomers who found housing in the surrounding city’s many taverns and even in tents. 

Most of them younger folk, eyes shining brightly with purpose, dreams of statues as they knocked down a faceless, mindless foe. She could only hope that when they stared at those hollow eyes bearing down on them, they didn’t notice the sliver of life still present in them, that which separated a painting, a drawing, a trophy, from a person. Poor souls.

She arrived after giving a few greetings to whatever fellow soldiers she passed, humming along as she walked around the half-lit room, most of the light pouring in coming from the windows, so many candles and gas lamps shining from below the hill-fortress. The lake surrounding the island was gorgeous, shimmering in the light of the town and distant stars, barely visible on the sky outside. 

A low sigh escaped her lips, knowing she’d spend so much time away. It’d be a good while before she waas back home. lLong roads or rivers, bizarre stretches of land that could boggle the mind, not to mention the undead menace. Worse, those dangers they didn’t even know about.

She unbuttoned her blouse fully, got out of her dress, hanging both up in the coat rack near the entrance. Locked the door, closed the curtains, lit up a scented candle with her fingertips. The room was bigger than most other soldiers got, and since it was just hers instead of divided between six, eight, even ten people sleeping in bunk-beds together, it was quite luxurious by a fortress’ standards. Only the best for the leaders, after all. Couldn’t have the woman yelling orders too tired to lead them. 

It was a very square room, the bathroom located in an even smaller room inside. A writer’s desk sitting in the alcove created by it was well lit with candles and lanterns, to stave off the darkness that came with memories of the past.

Alongside trophies of past wars hanging on the wall was a large painting of herself, posed in uniform, triumphantly leaning against her saber, sideburns hairy and her coat put on tighter to hide her chest. She felt like a man that day. And what a handsome lad she made when the mood struck, oh my. She couldn’t get enough of herself. Hell, she should probably commission one of herself as a woman… ah, there’d be time after the war.

Her bed was placed in the middle of the room, its headrest pressed under the only window, the nightstand beside it hosting a lonely book she never quite got around to reading and a dusty glass of water. She hardly spends time here these days. On the other side of the bed, her wardrobe, full of fancy clothes she never quite got to wear anymore either. She hid it from even herself, but she missed the peace. The parties, the gowns, the warm bed of a stranger.

She sat on her bed, looking out of the curtains, before she closed her eyes and laid her head fully on her pillows of soft feathers. Everything that had happened lately had weighed on her shoulders considerably, every fort that had been lost, every soldier buried or… worse. It should’ve taken her a lot to sleep. The pain, the grief, so much to bear. Yet she slept soundly. Melting away from the world she knew, into that of the strange and unusual.

Into the gentle, waiting hands of something more.

[divinesouldariax]

hey there, I'm having a shit day too so you're not alone in that

For the asks, 18 :)

much love, hope you'll feel better soon <33

Hey <3 I'm sorry you're also having a shit time, I hope it gets better for you, too!

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

Listen. I know this says "one". Consider, however, I'm my own biggest fan and just picking one is impossible. In no particular order...

From chapter 24 of The Path We Walk, this whole scene, but that was too long to paste in so I'll just share this line:

“Yes, I survived the Nameless Ones, My’ratta, being taken captive by the Iron Authority, and a curse from a Betrayer God, only to drown in a bathtub,” Dorian said solemnly. “A fitting end, really. Just about as dignified as I would expect from myself.”

From chapter 5 of pick up the glass:

Their exhausted mind is half delirious and they get a little poetic. They're gilding Ashton, taking someone already beautiful and valuable and repairing them when they break with gold , with something precious. When Milo can't find any cracks left to fill, they drag over a chair and kneel in it next to Ashton's head, stroke one finger along the wide vein of gold running diagonally across their forehead. "Never really thought much about art until you came along," they whisper. "Now look at me. I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever worked on.”

From chapter 1 of the days may be long:

This kind of messy, clumsy, earnest love wasn’t something written about in books or in the songs of the bards that Dorian had seen perform when he was younger. Nobody had told him about the way that nearly dying felt cold, or that you could love a person who came from a different world without needing to understand the way they worked, or that a friend’s grief could hurt worse than a knife in your back. Being an adventurer probably was about killing dragons and casting spells and great romances sometimes. It was also about shivering by the side of the road and ruining clothes with blood and spilling mugs of overly-sweet tea and paying too much for a single room in an inn because of a desperate need for some safety and comfort. Dorian wouldn’t exchange this for the grandiosity of storybook adventure. Not for anything. Not for the world.

From Between Heartbeats:

The pounding crackles in the back of Imogen's head felt like dull lightning and thunder, but she knew it was just the beating of her own heart. It kept going, traitorous, quick quick quick, each beat feeling like they were stealing the ones that Laudna's slow heart wasn't taking.

From some flare out:

Some days, Fearne wanted nothing more than to drag all of the people she loved back to the Feywild with her, weave their spirits into the fabric of that world and keep them with her forever. Some days, she almost convinced herself that they would let her.

And finally, returning to Path, the only line that actually made me burst into tears upon writing because it hit a little too close to home:

The picnic, like all picnics with friends you were about to lose, ended much too soon.

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Vintage and antique cookware and appliances are SO so so so good. If you're trying to build up your kitchen I strongly recommend visiting thrift shops and estate sales (it depends on the company putting the sale on but a lot of estate sales will let you haggle the price down too).

Vintage cookware often lasts really long, is relatively easy to repair all by yourself (and it's been around long enough that someone has definitely put together a tutorial) and is usually a lot cuter and has designs like flowers or animals which is a big plus imo.

Sometimes you should look into how the appliances differs from modern. for example, my friend got a vintage slow cooker and the temperatures it reaches are a little lower than modern ones, so for most recipes they need to be adjusted to cook for a longer time with the vintage cooker.

Cast irons are always great too, i know a lot of people have an idea that they're difficult to care for but they're really simple, long lasting, and you don't ever have to worry about scratching off some shitty Teflon coating. Also just while I'm here older dining sets like plates, glasses, etc. Can often be found in full at estate sales. Old ladies are addicted to nice glassware and ceramics like its fucking crack.

We need to embrace the fact that the tumblr userbase is aging. What’s everybody’s favorite kitchen appliance?

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