#and looking for ones with lichens and where the replaced sign is

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Sign i saw recently had a bunch of paint worn away with lichen in its place, however i unfortunately did not have my phone on me 😔😔

in an alternate universe where science funding is stable and abundant regardless of monetary gain we have already gotten to the complex root of which lichens enjoy signs but only the letters or only the sign and what about the letters or sign they prefer and this haunts me

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“She’s waking up,” Scott noted as he walked into the back room of the animal clinic, listening to the sound of Zaida’s heartbeat slowly but steadily rising into a state of what would soon be consciousness. “Why is she waking up?”

He looked around the room with furrowed brows, searching for an answer in the faces of Deaton, Isaac, and Lydia. Zaida hadn’t yet woken up since passing out the night before, thanks to a high dosage of Ketamine. The plan had been to keep the Naiad heavily sedated until they could convince Stiles to help them pull her out from under the Nogitsune’s influence. Unfortunately for them, Scott had just returned from Eichen House where he’d failed to deter his best friend from admitting himself.

“From the confession we received, we now know the Nogitsune is possessing Stiles. We can gather that Zaida is being accessed and controlled via her telempathic connection with him, which is only strengthened by their emotional bond.” Deaton began his explanation in a soft and even tone.

“Doesn’t that mean we definitely shouldn’t be waking her up?” Scott’s senses heightened in alarm, the hairs on his arms standing on end.

“It would, if it weren’t for the fact that she passed out at the exact same time Stiles did,” Lydia interjected with hopefully green eyes.

“The lichen shot you saw me administer is a poison to the fox and temporarily stops the Nogitsune from accessing Stiles.” The veterinarian chimed in and Isaac crossed his arms over his chest as he followed along, appearing equally as lost as Scott.

“If the lichen cut off the Nogitsune’s access to Stiles, it should have cut off access to Zaida too.” Lydia nodded in confirmation, elaborating on the significance of Deaton’s addition to the conversation. “Hence, her passing out.”

“How can we be sure?” Scott couldn’t shake his feeling of unease. “What if we’re wrong, and she wakes up and the Nogitsune is still in control?”

“We have no way of knowing,” Deaton admitted transparently, never one to sugar-coat anything.

“Not unless we try,” Lydia added in a breathy voice, her chest contracting at the sight of the brunette girl chained to the tabletop before them. She desperately wanted for Zaida to open her eyes and for it to be her best friend looking back at her.

“Well, get ready because I think we’re about to find out,” Isaac sucked in a deep breath, his muscles tensing as he recognised the signs of the Naiad regaining consciousness.

Surely enough, Zaida’s eyelids twitched before they opened, revealing a disoriented hazel gaze that struggled to focus before landing on the figure standing closest to her. As the fog cleared a deeply pained ache of realisation replaced it, glazed over by a glistening sheen of tears.

“Oh my God, Lydia?” A choked sound halfway between a sob and a gasp escaped Zaida’s lips. “What…? What have I done? I-I…Oh my God, Coach, a-and the bomb , and…Katashi. Oh my God, I killed him. Him and his guards…Lydia, I…I killed people!”

As she blinked, heavy tears dropped from her inky lashes, rolling over her cheeks and dripping onto the metal table below. Her chest shook with uneven and shallow breaths between soft cries.

“Zay, shh, it wasn’t your fault,” Lydia hushed the brunette soothingly, relief filling her body as she rushed forward to grip Zaida’s hand tightly. “It wasn’t you.”

“W-why am I tied up?” Zaida’s lips quivered as she glanced at the thick metal chains circling around her upper body and knees, preventing her from moving anything but her head more than a few inches.

“It’s alright, we’ll get you out,” Isaac promised and stepped forward, reaching for the lock holding the chains together.

“Wait!” Scott cried out, holding out his arm to stop the other werewolf. His eyes narrowed at the girl analytically. Something was off, and whilst he couldn’t quite place exactly what, his senses screamed at him not to trust her.

“What? Why?” Lydia whipped her head around to face the boy, her ponytail flying over her shoulder.

“Because…” Scott shook his head slowly, closing his hand around Lydia’s arm and pulling her several paces away from the girl. “That’s not Zaida.”

The Naiad’s chest immediately stilled, her gaze going dark and hard as the tears stopped flowing. She cocked her head at them as the corner of her mouth tugged upwards in amusement. “I’m almost disappointed - you’re far too easy to fool. It takes the fun out of it a bit.” Zaida chuckled. “But you’re wrong, Scotty boy. I am Zaida, just not the same version you know. I’m the new and improved model. The one who isn’t weighed down by all those exhausting emotions.”

“What do you mean?” Isaac asked cautiously, his throat going dry at the conflicting sight.

The figure before them wore the face of the girl they were all so close to, but it was now very clearly not her. It was as if he was looking at a mask with no indication that it wasn’t real but for the eyes behind it. Those weren’t Zaida’s eyes. They were the same shade of hazel, for sure, but whilst Zaida’s eyes were intelligent with a glint of mirth and a spark of fire, they were always softened by compassion. These eyes were cold and dead - it was like looking at a corpse wearing Zaida’s skin.

“The Nogitsune must be feeding off her emotions, essentially leaving her an empty vessel to be filled with whatever he projects into her. Whether that be rage, hunger, ill-intent, compliance…” Deaton deduced, the cogs in his brain whirring. “She’s still being controlled, just in a more round-about way.”

“You should try it sometime - it’s much more freeing this way.” Zaida winked at them, feeling nothing but blissful numbness once more. She wasn’t worried that she was completely at their mercy. She wasn’t irritated that she was chained up. She wasn’t anything . She just simply did not care.

“You say you remember murdering Katashi and his two guards?” The veterinarian mused aloud, leisurely moving around the structure she was chained to over to a pile of files lying neatly on a different table. Flipping through the statements, he pulled out the photographs of the corpses lying crumpled in pools of blood. “You remember doing this?”

Turning back to Zaida, Deaton held the images up for her to see, pausing on each one before moving to the next. “She did that?” Scott gaped at the gore as Isaac winced and Lydia squeezed her eyes shut, looking in the opposite direction as bile rose in her throat.

“I did, and I remember every second of it,” Zaida grinned widely at their reactions, launching into a detailed description to push them further into disgust. “I remember bleeding both of those guards dry. I remember snapping each finger of Katashi’s right hand before draining him too. I remember how good it felt.”

“And you’re aware of the bomb that was set off at the Sheriff’s station, but are you aware of the aftermath?” Deaton continued, setting aside that bundle of photos in favour of another.

Zaida looked bored as he shifted from image to image. Various people she vaguely recognised from the station were littered with wounds from debris, but her heart remained entirely steady until they reached the last. It was Xander with a large, fractured beam of wood protruding from his torso. Something tugged uncomfortably at her gut before it too was swallowed down, replaced by a spark of frustration.

“I don’t think you’re grasping the concept. I. Don’t. Care.” She snapped, and the look on Deaton’s face told her that he knew he’d gotten to her. Her irritation quickly snowballed into burning anger. She’d prove to him just how little she actually cared.

With the narrowing of her eyes, she reached out to the energy thrumming through Deaton’s veins, pushing until he was sent flying across the room. The doctor hit the red-brick wall with a loud smack , and fell to the ground in an unconscious heap. Scott was the first to react, growling loudly as his claws emerged from his fingertips, but Zaida turned her focus onto him. The muscles in his body stiffened, struggling to obey him against an immense force that held him firmly in place. He grunted from the effort, surprise evident in his wide brown eyes. As a smug smirk spread across Zaida’s face, Isaac growled protectively, and she sensed him moving towards her without even having to glance in his direction. Straining against the limits of her power, she grasped onto him as well, stopping him mid-lunge. She could feel her control start to slip, and Scott managed to take another step closer. Lydia watched on in horror, her body frozen in shock as Zaida’s face twisted from the effort of her abilities. Forcing herself to shake it off, the redhead racked her brain for a solution, eyes scanning the shelves for anything that might help.

“Lydia!” Isaac screamed out, begging for her to do something. Risking a glance in the wolf’s direction, she saw blood begin to leak from his nose.

Urgency jolted within her at the memory of the quick glance she’d taken at the photographs of Katashi’s men. She knew what would come next if she didn’t move fast enough. As soon as her gaze settled upon a syringe beside small glass bottles behind Deaton’s files, she launched herself into action. Her fingers fumbled over emptied containers until she found one that still had liquid inside. Her shaking hands struggled to insert the tip of the syringe into the top, but once she’d managed to clear the sealing cap, she drew out as much of the drug as she could. Dropping the empty bottle with a clatter, Lydia whirled and crossed the room in hasty paces, jabbing the needle into the bulging vein on the side of Zaida’s neck. She released the Ketamine quickly as Zaida thrashed against her chains in a struggle to break away. However, the substance worked fast.

The Naiad’s movements settled to an occasional twitch before her eyes rolled back and her consciousness slipped away, breaking her hold on both of the werewolves. Isaac and Scott sagged tiredly, falling forward onto their knees as they wiped warm crimson from their faces. Their bodies ached and burned as their abilities worked to heal any internal damage that was done.

“What the hell was that?” Isaac exclaimed through ragged breaths. They’d never before seen Zaida do anything even remotely like what she had just done.

“Blood is fifty-one percent water. The human body is made up of fifty-seven percent water on average, give or take two-point-five percent depending on gender and fat tissue.” Lydia explained her thoughts in a mumble as she grasped at answers, trying to stabilise her racing heart and stifle her panic.

“So you’re saying she can blood-bend now?” Isaac gaped in disbelief. “Well, that just makes this whole thing infinitely worse.”

“Here, let me help you,” Scott offered, supporting Deaton by his arm as the man pushed himself into a sitting position from where he’d collapsed on the floor of the clinic. The veterinarian’s temple was bloodied from where he’d hit his head against the brick wall, and Lydia pressed a cold and wet towel to the wound.

“What happened?” He asked in a groggy voice, allowing Scott and Isaac to help lift him to his feet, propping him up against a bench.

“Zaida attacked us. Lydia managed to knock her out again before she could do much harm, though. She’s still unconscious,” Scott explained.

“Well, we were certainly wrong about the lichen poisoning cutting her off from the Nogitsune,” Isaac commented snarkily.

“Why can’t we just poison Zaida with lichen too?” Scott reasoned, his brows drawing together. “If it worked for Stiles, it would work for her, right?”

“See, I would do that…if I could,” Deaton answered, stabilising himself by gripping onto the metal tabletop that dug into his lower back. “I only had enough lichen for one shot, and it’s not easy to get more.”

“So…what else can we do? There’s gotta be some other way to bring her out of it,” Isaac shook his head, not yet wanting to resign himself to the fact that Zaida might be lost to them for good.

“There was a moment when you were showing her the pictures of what she’d done,” Lydia spoke up recalling the Naiad’s crack in composure. “When she saw Xander something shifted.”

“I think you’re right,” Deaton nodded in agreement with the redhead. “It appears that since the Nogitusne is manipulating Zaida by consuming her emotions, forcing her to feel again might just break through to her. She’s essentially opened a door in her mind, but she’s not choosing to close it because she doesn’t care enough to want to.”

“So if we can make her feel strongly enough, we can convince her to shut the Nogitsune out - to close that door?” Scott clarified, determination setting in his jaw stubbornly.

“How do we do that? If showing her a picture of her nearly-dead brother barely gets through to her, then what will?” Isaac pointed out the flaw in their plan.

“We need Stiles,” Lydia stated decisively. The boy was Zaida’s anchor - if any of them had a chance of getting through to her, he did.

“We don’t have Stiles right now,” Scott shook his head. “He’s convinced that he needs to lock himself away to prevent people from getting hurt.”

“He’s kinda right,” Isaac tilted his head. He knew none of them wanted to admit it, but having Stiles locked up was likely what was safest for all of them.

“Never mind that, right now we can’t even risk waking her up again,” Lydia interjected with a worried glint behind her green eyes. She felt utterly conflicted - on one hand she desperately wanted her best friend back. On the other hand… “Her powers are too strong and too dangerous, and she’s too unpredictable right now.”

“We also can’t keep sedating her either,” Isaac argued with an arched brow, ruling out what appeared to be the only other alternative.

“That’s also a fair point. Believe it or not, my Ketamine supply is not limitless,” The veterinarian’s mouth lifted into a faint, halfhearted grin.

“We can’t keep her awake, we can’t keep her asleep…” Scott began tapping his fingers over the metal bench as his eyes fell on the unconscious girl, still chained down a few feet away. “So what can we do?”

“There is one thing we haven’t yet considered, but you’re not going to like it.” Deaton’s lips pursed in apprehension. He didn’t even particularly like the option himself, but they were at a crossroads otherwise.

“What is it?” Lydia prompted the man, cocking her hip to the side as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

“It seems our only solution is to follow in Stiles’ footsteps.” He answered calmly.

“What? Lock her up in Eichen? The insane asylum?” Issac gawked at him in disbelief, open-jawed.

“It would only be temporary - just until I could find another alternative.” Deaton justified his suggestion. “Eichen House is not only for disturbed criminals and problemed individuals. The institution has its own wing specifically designed to hold the supernatural, with cells lined with-”

“Mountain Ash,” Scott finished the doctor’s sentence grimly.

“That’s right,” Deaton’s chin dipped in a slight nod. “It would keep anyone outside of her cell safe from her powers - physical or telempathic.”

“I don’t like this,” Isaac shook his head, beginning to pace back and forth, chewing slightly on his nails.

“Neither do I, but it might be our best option,” Lydia admitted begrudgingly, and both teens looked to Scott to make the final decision.

“...Okay, we’ll do it. But only until we can find another way. Okay?” Scott finally made the call, addressing Deaton with a stern gaze.

“The Argents might have something in the Bestiary that could help?” Lydia offered, and the mention of the family had Deaton’s eyes sharpening with realisation.

“Actually, there was a lead I was chasing with Chris’ help,” The veterinarian revealed.

“Then why are we waiting around? Let’s get him on the phone,” Isaac straightened, a spark of hope renewing in all of them.

“Did you have any trouble with Ikeda?” Chris answered Deaton’s call by immediately launching into a discussion. He wasn't about to waste any time with unnecessary chit-chat when his call was likely being timed. It was only thanks to Stilinski's influence that he was able to accept the call at all - and that Allison was able to be with him.

“Only minor. The white wolf was exactly where you said it would be.” Deaton responded calmly, holding his phone out as Scott, Isaac, and Lydia crowded around to listen. “But we have three problems, now. First, the lichen is not a cure - it'll wear off in a matter of days.”

“But, while it does work, the Oni won't go after Zaida or Stiles, right?” Chris questioned, his voice crackling slightly through the speaker.

“I hope…” The veterinarian muttered. “Eichen House has an unusual history. It might not be all that safe for the Oni there, as well.”

“What's the second problem?” Chris prompted the man to continue.

“I checked with your contacts in Japan. The Yakuza boss you saw killed by the Oni never found the scroll.” Deaton explained, drawing frowns of confusion from the group.

“What scroll?” Scott questioned, glancing at his boss for answers.

“A Shugendo scroll.” He elaborated upon the topic. “The Shugendo were the ascetic mystics of Japan.”

“The scroll had information on how to exorcise a Nogitsune,” Chris added from the other end of the line.

“So, we need to find that scroll?” Scott read between the lines.

“And we need to find it fast,” Lydia chimed in, reminding them all of the urgency considering what was at stake.

“Exactly,” Deaton confirmed. “And, I did get the name of the man who last purchased it - Kincaid.”

“He was with Katashi.” Allison’s slightly surprised voice rose from the phone speaker. “He's the guy who met with Isaac to buy the gun.”

“Yeah, that’s right. He was the other werewolf,” Isaac recalled the beast of a man who had sported claws proudly through the entire interaction.

“Sounds like Katashi wanted the scroll for himself.” Deaton mused with a hum.

“Do you think that’s why Zaida was sent to kill him? On top of wanting to set Derek and Chris up, the Nogitsune wanted to eliminate the possible threat?” Lydia suggested a possible motive.

“That’s entirely possible.” Chris agreed. “But Stilinski already told me nothing like the Shugendo scroll was found among Katashi’s things...And a paranoid like Katashi would keep it close. Probably on him at all times.”

“What does a Shugendo scroll look like?” Allison asked from the other side of the call.

“It would be a rolled length of paper, like an old map in a bottle.” Deaton described the item as best as he could.

“Do they come in different sizes?” The huntress followed up with another question.

“Any size,” Deaton confirmed, tilting his head in curiosity as he wondered where she was going with her line of thought.

“Then I think I know where it might be…” She revealed, and they all straightened up to listen attentively. “Scott, where would your dad keep evidence? Would it be at the Sheriff’s office?”

“Probably,” The werewolf’s brows creased in slight confusion at the relevance of such a thing. “Why?”

“When Agent McCall showed up with a warrant at the apartment, he had Katashi’s prosthetic in an evidence bag,” Chris spoke up with a tone of realisation in his voice.

“The scroll’s in Katashi’s silver finger.” Lydia let out a long sigh and the sound was brimming with stress.

“How’re we gonna get that?” Isaac wondered. Breaking into the Sheriff’s station to steal evidence on a normal day was one thing, but attempting to steal evidence in an ongoing investigation when everything was being relocated due to the bomb was an entirely different scenario.

“Leave that to us,” Allison offered to take care of it, clearly already scheming and forming a plan in her mind.

“Then that brings us to the third problem,” Deaton circled right back around to Zaida. “I only had enough lichen to poison Stiles, who is the true host of the Nogitsune. Zaida is still being controlled through her telempathic abilities.”

“So when Stiles showed up yesterday…” Chris trailed off.

“It wasn’t Stiles,” Scott confirmed in a low tone, still bitter at being fooled for so long.

“If Zaida’s being controlled through her Naiad abilities…cutting her off from her powers would cut off the Nogitune’s access as well, right?” The hunter theorised.

“That could work, yes,” The doctor agreed. “Do you know a way to do that?”

“I’ve heard of something that might, but I’m not sure of how much truth is in the tale,” Chris mumbled, knowing Gerard wasn’t exactly the most reliable narrator.

“What is it?” Lydia prompted him to reveal his knowledge on the subject, her fists clenching in eager nervousness.

“It’s called Ferula Communis,” The hunter answered, and at hearing the name, Deaton’s eyes shot straight to the jar of yellow buds sitting on the opposite shelf.

Lydia translated the Latin name to common English for them all. “Giant Fennel?”

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Blocked Gutters or Mossy Roof? Leeds Roof & Gutter Cleaning Services Can Help

A clean, well-maintained roof and gutter system is one of your property's most important yet often overlooked parts. In Leeds, weather patterns can be unpredictable and usually harsh; neglecting these key exterior features can lead to severe structural damage, unsightly moss growth, and expensive repairs. That's why professional roof and gutter cleaning in Leeds is not just a maintenance job—it's necessary to protect your home or commercial property.

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What You Need to Know About Roof Repairs on the Sunshine Coast

Your roof does more than just keep the rain out—it protects your home, maintains insulation, and adds to your property's structural integrity and resale value. On the Sunshine Coast, where coastal weather can shift from serene to severe, roofs face intense sun, heavy rain, wind-driven debris, and the occasional storm season. Over time, even a well-built roof may suffer damage or wear.

Timely and professional roof repairs Sunshine Coast residents can rely on are essential for preventing small issues from becoming major, costly problems. This article covers what to look for, when to act, and who to trust when your roof needs attention.

Signs You Might Need Roof Repairs

Roofs naturally degrade over time, especially in coastal environments where salt air, strong UV exposure, and sudden downpours are common. While some damage is immediately obvious, others are harder to detect.

Look out for these key indicators:

Water stains or damp patches on ceilings and walls

Broken, cracked, or missing tiles

Rust on metal roofing or flashing

Sagging sections or dips in rooflines

Moss or lichen growth, which can trap moisture

Blocked or overflowing gutters

Noticeable increase in energy bills, potentially caused by insulation issues

If you notice any of these, it may be time to call in the Roof Experts on the Sunshine Coast. A professional assessment may determine whether a minor repair is needed or if a more thorough fix is required.

Why Delaying Repairs Can Cost You More

It’s tempting to put off roof repairs—especially if you’re not noticing water actively dripping into your living room. But waiting too long can have consequences. Moisture intrusion can damage ceilings, walls, insulation, and even structural timber. The result? Mould growth, pest infestations, and long-term water damage that can reduce your home’s value or make it harder to insure.

Even if the leak seems small, coastal rainstorms can escalate the problem overnight. Fixing one cracked tile today may prevent a much larger re-roofing bill tomorrow. Engaging licensed professionals, like the team at Roof Experts on the Sunshine Coast, ensures any issues are caught early and addressed properly.

Common Roof Repairs for Coastal Homes

Homes on the Sunshine Coast encounter different types of roofing issues compared to inland properties. Here are some common repairs often required in the region:

Tile replacement: Concrete and terracotta tiles can crack or shift during strong winds or under foot traffic.

Metal roof repairs: Colorbond or zinc roofs may rust at the seams or edges if not properly maintained.

Flashing repairs: The metal strips around chimneys, skylights, and vents may corrode or separate, causing leaks.

Gutter and fascia repairs: Overflowing or sagging gutters not only impact drainage but may also damage surrounding timber.

Valley iron replacements: These are prone to rust, especially if leaves and debris have been left to collect.

Storm damage patch-ups: After a cyclone or hailstorm, it’s common to find punctures, dislodged panels, or wind-lifted tiles.

Each of these issues may be quickly resolved by a knowledgeable team familiar with Sunshine Coast conditions.

Choosing the Right Roofing Contractor

Not all roofers provide the same level of service, and choosing the wrong one may lead to further damage or low-quality repairs. When selecting a roof repair specialist, consider the following:

Are they fully licensed and insured in Queensland?

Do they have local experience dealing with Sunshine Coast weather conditions?

Are past clients happy with their service? Look for reviews or testimonials online.

Do they provide a detailed quote and inspection report?

Are they using high-quality materials suited to your specific roof type?

Companies like Roof Experts on the Sunshine Coast bring not just experience, but transparency and reliability to the job. They are known for giving honest assessments and delivering long-term solutions—not quick patch-ups.

You can also find homeowner stories on Tumblr about choosing reliable local tradies that may help you vet your options further.

Preventative Maintenance: The Secret to a Longer-Lasting Roof

Most people only think about roof repairs after a major issue appears—but ongoing maintenance is the real cost-saver. By having your roof professionally inspected every 1–2 years, you can catch problems early and extend its lifespan by a decade or more.

Preventative services may include:

Re-bedding and repointing ridge tiles

Cleaning and flushing gutters and downpipes

Applying protective coatings to tile or metal surfaces

Checking flashing, penetrations, and sealing edges

Removing debris, moss, or lichen buildup

Regular upkeep is especially important for investment properties or homes in leaf-heavy areas. You’ll avoid costly damage and maintain the property’s kerb appeal, which can help in resale scenarios.

For additional maintenance insights, this Tumblr post on home exterior care offers practical advice from homeowners in similar climates.

Storm Season Preparation

The Sunshine Coast is no stranger to wild summer storms. Between strong winds, flash floods, and hail, roof damage can happen fast. Before storm season hits:

Check your gutters and downpipes are clear

Inspect the roof for loose tiles or screws

Ensure nearby tree branches are trimmed back

Confirm your insurance is up to date and covers roof repairs

Having your roof assessed ahead of storm season may prevent emergency repairs and insurance headaches later. It’s better to be proactive—especially with a coastal property.

What About Insurance?

In many cases, roof damage may be covered under your home insurance policy. However, insurers often reject claims if they believe the damage was due to poor maintenance or neglect. That’s why having professional documentation and a maintenance record may protect your rights in the event of a claim.

A reputable roofing company will document issues, supply images, and note potential long-term risks. Working with professionals like Roof Experts on the Sunshine Coast may help ensure your roof is maintained to insurable standards.

Final Thoughts

Your roof is your home’s first line of defence—and on the Sunshine Coast, that defence is regularly tested. Staying on top of inspections, recognising early warning signs, and investing in quality repairs may help avoid bigger problems down the track.For homeowners, property managers, and investors alike, partnering with trusted professionals is the smartest move. When you work with the Roof Experts on the Sunshine Coast, you’re not just fixing a roof—you’re protecting your home’s value, safety, and future.

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How to Spot Roof Damage and Know When to Repair or Replace Your Roof in Jefferson County

Your roof is one of the most important parts of your property, safeguarding your home or business from the elements. However, the roof is also constantly exposed to the harsh weather conditions that can lead to wear and tear. In Jefferson County, with its heavy snowfalls, intense sun, and occasional hailstorms, your roof faces challenges that can accelerate its deterioration.

Knowing how to spot roof damage early and understanding when it’s time to repair or replace your roof can save you money, time, and stress. In this article, we’ll guide you through the signs of roof damage, how to assess whether you need repairs or a full replacement, and when to consult with a professional Jefferson County roofing contractor.

1. Signs of Roof Damage to Look For

It’s crucial to inspect your roof regularly, especially after a severe storm or drastic weather changes. Here are the most common signs that your roof may have sustained damage:

A. Missing or Damaged Shingles

One of the most obvious signs of roof damage is missing or damaged shingles. Whether it’s due to wind, hail, or age, missing shingles leave your roof vulnerable to leaks and further damage.

What to Look For:

Shingles that are missing or blown off, especially in large sections.

Cracked or curling shingles, which indicate that the shingles are aging or losing their effectiveness.

If you notice damaged shingles, it’s a good idea to contact a professional roofing contractor to determine whether repairs can be made or if a replacement is necessary.

B. Leaks and Water Stains

Water stains on your ceilings or walls are a clear indication that your roof is leaking. Leaks can also lead to mold growth, wood rot, and insulation issues, so it’s essential to address them as soon as they appear.

What to Look For:

Stains or discoloration on ceilings or walls, often near the roofline.

Drips or wet spots inside your attic or living space, especially after a rainstorm or snowmelt.

If you detect a leak, it’s important to have the roof inspected by a Jefferson County roofing contractor to pinpoint the source of the problem and repair it quickly.

C. Sagging or Uneven Roofline

A sagging roof is a serious structural concern. If your roofline is uneven or sagging, it could be a sign of a weakening roof deck or structural issues.

What to Look For:

Noticeable dips or sagging areas on your roof.

Shifts in the roofline, which could indicate that the structure is no longer properly supported.

A sagging roof can lead to more extensive damage and even potential collapse if not addressed immediately. If you notice any sagging, it’s crucial to call a professional contractor for an assessment right away.

D. Granule Loss (For Asphalt Shingle Roofs)

If you have an asphalt shingle roof, the granules on the shingles protect them from UV rays and provide fire resistance. Over time, granules can wear off due to aging, heavy rain, or wind.

What to Look For:

Granules in your gutters, downspouts, or at the base of your roof.

Bald patches on your shingles where the granules have worn away.

If you notice significant granule loss, your shingles may be approaching the end of their lifespan and may need to be replaced.

E. Moss, Algae, or Lichen Growth

While moss and algae may seem harmless, they can trap moisture against your roof and promote the growth of mold or rot. In areas like Jefferson County, where there are frequent weather changes, these growths can become problematic.

What to Look For:

Moss or algae growth along the roof surface, especially in shaded areas.

Dark streaks or green patches on the shingles.

If left untreated, moss or algae can lead to roof damage, so it’s important to remove them promptly and address the underlying moisture issue.

2. Repair vs. Replacement: When to Fix and When to Replace

Once you've identified signs of roof damage, the next step is to determine whether the damage can be repaired or if you need a full replacement. Here's how to evaluate the situation:

A. Roof Repair: When It Makes Sense

Roof repairs are often the best option when the damage is localized, and the rest of the roof is still in good condition. Here are scenarios where repair may be the right choice:

Minor damage to a few shingles: If a few shingles are damaged or missing, replacing those individual shingles may be sufficient.

Leaks in small areas: If the leak is contained to one section of the roof (e.g., around a skylight, chimney, or vent), repairs can often be made without replacing the entire roof.

Visible wear and tear on flashing: Flashing around chimneys, vents, or skylights is critical for preventing leaks. If the flashing is damaged, a professional can reseal or replace it without needing to replace the entire roof.

If your roof is relatively young (under 20 years old) and the damage is minimal, repairs are often the most cost-effective solution.

B. Roof Replacement: When It’s Time for a New Roof

If your roof is severely damaged or nearing the end of its lifespan, a full replacement may be necessary. Here are some indicators that it’s time for a new roof:

Extensive damage: If a significant portion of your roof is damaged (e.g., large sections of missing shingles, widespread leaks, or major structural issues), replacing the entire roof may be the most cost-effective option.

Age of the roof: If your roof is older than 20–30 years (depending on the material), it may be time to replace it, especially if it’s showing signs of wear and tear.

Repeated repairs: If you’ve had to repair your roof multiple times in the past few years, the cost of continued repairs may quickly exceed the cost of installing a new roof.

Energy inefficiency: An old roof may no longer be providing proper insulation, leading to higher heating and cooling costs. A new roof with modern materials can improve energy efficiency and reduce your utility bills.

3. Consulting a Roofing Professional

Determining whether to repair or replace your roof can be difficult, especially when you’re unsure about the extent of the damage. That’s why it’s essential to consult with a professional Jefferson County roofing contractor who can assess your roof and provide expert advice on the best course of action.

A professional contractor will:

Inspect the roof thoroughly to identify all areas of damage.

Provide a detailed estimate for repair or replacement.

Help you understand the long-term costs and benefits of each option.

By working with an experienced contractor, you can ensure that your roof is properly repaired or replaced, and that your property is protected for years to come.

Final Thoughts: Take Action Before Damage Gets Worse

Roof damage doesn’t always appear immediately, and ignoring small issues can lead to expensive repairs down the line. By regularly inspecting your roof and addressing any signs of damage, you can extend the life of your roof and avoid costly repairs or replacements.

Whether you need minor repairs or a full replacement, consulting with a Jefferson County roofing contractor will ensure that your roof gets the attention it needs. For trusted local professionals, visit Diamond Certified’s Jefferson County roofing directory to find experienced contractors who can help with roof inspections, repairs, and replacements.

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Top 5 Roof Problems in Marietta and How to Solve Them with Shingle Roofs

When it comes to protecting your home, your roof plays a critical role. In Marietta, Georgia, where the climate can range from hot summers to stormy winters, keeping your roof in top shape is essential. Shingle roofs are one of the most popular and reliable options for homeowners in the area due to their durability, affordability, and aesthetic appeal. However, like any part of your home, shingle roofs are susceptible to wear and tear. Let’s take a look at the top five roof problems that homeowners in Marietta face and how Rhino Restoration can help you solve them.

1. Missing or Damaged Shingles

One of the most common issues with shingle roofs in Marietta is missing or damaged shingles. High winds, heavy rain, and even severe storms can cause shingles to become loose or torn. Over time, this can leave your roof vulnerable to leaks, water damage, and further deterioration.

Solution: If you notice missing shingles or signs of damage, it's crucial to have them replaced as soon as possible. At Rhino Restoration, our experienced roofing team will carefully inspect your roof, identify any damaged or missing shingles, and replace them with high-quality materials. We ensure that your roof is restored to its original integrity, preventing leaks and further damage.

2. Leaking Roofs

Roof leaks are a major concern for homeowners, particularly after a heavy storm or prolonged periods of rain. Shingle roofs can develop leaks if the shingles are improperly installed, or if they have aged and become brittle. A leak not only leads to water damage but also compromises the structural integrity of your home.

Solution: If you suspect a roof leak, it’s important to act fast. Rhino Restoration offers professional roof inspections to identify the source of leaks and provide quick solutions. Our team is skilled at repairing leaks in shingle roofs, and we use top-quality sealants and underlayment materials to prevent further water intrusion.

3. Granule Loss

Shingle roofs are covered with granules that protect the shingles from UV rays and add to their durability. Over time, these granules can begin to wear away due to age, weather exposure, and the natural expansion and contraction of the roof. As granules are lost, shingles become more vulnerable to damage from the elements.

Solution: While some granule loss is normal as your roof ages, excessive loss could indicate that your shingles are nearing the end of their lifespan. If you notice a large number of granules in your gutters or on the ground near your home, it’s a good idea to have a professional inspection. At Rhino Restoration, we offer shingle roofing replacement services and will help you determine whether a full roof replacement is needed to protect your home.

4. Improper Installation

A shingle roof that wasn’t installed correctly is prone to numerous problems, from leaks to premature wear and tear. Common mistakes include poor nailing techniques, improper overlap of shingles, and inadequate sealing of roof valleys. These issues can cause significant problems down the line, especially during Marietta’s intense weather conditions.

Solution: If you’re experiencing roof issues that might stem from improper installation, don’t hesitate to contact Rhino Restoration. We specialize in re-roofing and correcting installation mistakes. Our team follows industry best practices and ensures that your new shingles are installed securely and correctly, providing long-lasting protection for your home.

5. Algae and Moss Growth

The humid climate in Marietta can contribute to algae, moss, or lichen growth on your roof. While not only unsightly, these organisms can eat away at your shingles, causing them to deteriorate faster. This can shorten the lifespan of your roof and compromise its effectiveness.

Solution: If you’re dealing with algae or moss growth, Rhino Restoration can help. We offer roof cleaning services that safely remove these growths without damaging your shingles. Additionally, we can apply treatments to prevent future growth, extending the life of your roof and preserving its appearance.

Protect Your Home with Rhino Restoration

Your roof is an investment in the safety and longevity of your home. If you're facing any of these common roof problems in Marietta, Rhino Restoration is here to help. Whether it’s repairing damaged shingle roofing, solving leaks, or replacing an aging roof, our team has the expertise and commitment to provide top-notch service. We offer free inspections and free estimates to ensure that your home stays safe and dry.

Rhino Restoration

4016 Canton Rd, Marietta, GA 30066

(678) 720-3565

https://rhino-roofs.com/

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Restore Your Roof with URB’n Roofing Sunshine Coast: Protecting Your Home for the Long Term

Your roof is one of the most important components of your home, shielding you and your family from the elements all year round. Over time, however, exposure to harsh sunlight, rain, wind, and salty air can cause significant wear and tear. When your roof begins to show signs of damage, it’s crucial to act fast with a professional roof restoration. This process not only revitalizes the look of your roof but also extends its lifespan, keeping your home safe and secure.

At URB’n Roofing Sunshine Coast, we specialize in restoring roofs to their original condition, offering homeowners throughout the region peace of mind. Whether your roof is cracked, leaking, or simply faded, our team is equipped to handle all aspects of restoration with efficiency and affordability.

What is Roof Restoration?

Roof restoration is a comprehensive service designed to repair, clean, and rejuvenate your roof without the need for a full replacement. This process generally involves a detailed inspection, thorough cleaning, repairs of damaged areas, and the application of a protective coating. It’s an ideal solution for homeowners whose roofs have experienced moderate damage but don't require a complete replacement.

A professional restoration can significantly improve the durability of your roof, preventing further damage and boosting your home's curb appeal. This is particularly important on the Sunshine Coast, where the weather can take a toll on the condition of your roof.

Signs Your Roof Needs Restoration

Here are some common indicators that it might be time to consider Roof Restoration Sunshine Coast services:

Cracked or Broken Tiles: Tiles can crack over time due to weather conditions, making your roof more susceptible to leaks.

Water Leaks: Damp patches on your ceiling or walls may signal that your roof is no longer providing adequate protection against rain.

Faded or Discolored Tiles: Intense sun exposure on the Sunshine Coast can cause roof tiles to fade, giving your home a worn-out appearance.

Moss and Lichen Growth: Organic growth can trap moisture, leading to potential damage to your roof and compromising its performance.

Why Choose URB’n Roofing Sunshine Coast?

When it comes to preserving your roof’s integrity, it’s essential to choose a reliable and experienced roofing company. URB’n Roofing Sunshine Coast provides a full range of roof restoration services tailored to your needs. Our skilled team uses only the highest-quality materials to ensure your roof remains functional and visually appealing for years to come.

We are committed to exceptional customer service, ensuring your roof is restored quickly and efficiently with minimal disruption. With our competitive pricing, you can benefit from a fully restored roof without exceeding your budget.

Contact Us Today

If your roof shows signs of wear and tear, don’t wait for further damage. Contact URB’n Roofing Sunshine Coast today at 0402 438 317 to schedule a roof inspection and discuss your restoration options. Our experts are ready to provide you with top-tier services that will safeguard your home and enhance its appearance.

Invest in a high-quality roof restoration and enjoy a safer, more beautiful home on the Sunshine Coast!

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Bad Roof Installations Offer Benefits — For Other Contractors

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In these cases, unanticipated expenses can destroy revenue. And if the specialist stops working to make a profit, then it's ultimately YOU who pays because they won't be around enough time to honor a warranty. Roof prices is intricate, especially in the Boston location where Roof Center is located. Lots of factors that go into just how much your roof will cost, including: And lots of more Important: if numerous aspects enter into determining the rate of a new roof, then shouldn't you pick a roofing professional who has the ability to both discuss each element? Do not you want a roofing company to holistically identify your roofing's health prior to putting a price tag on it's replacement? We believe so Which is why we aspect in all of the above when identifying how much new roofings expense in Massachusetts.

You'll desire a roofer who prices your roofing from a holistic perspective due to the fact that it reveals they're acting morally and are pricing the task from a skilled perspective. consider simply one factor. You do not wish to employ a roofer who just rates your roofing system based on it's pitch, how many layers it has, or even how huge it is (size).

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Essential Questions To Ask A Commercial Roofing Contractor

When talking with roofing professionals over the phone, and understands that there a variety of factors that determine just how much your roof costs. If they have a one-track mind, it means they won't be prepared if there are any problems during the installation. Another fast test to identify whether you're dealing with an ethical, credible roofing service is to ask for a "stopover." This is a technique question, so it is very important that you ask precisely how it's composed above.

Laying one layer directly over the other. If the roofer responses "Yes, we can do a stopover rather of a full roofing replacement!" then it might be a sign that they're just out to make a buck because this practice can be detrimental to your roofing system's health. Consider why you're seeking to replace your roofing system in the very first place Probably, it's due to the fact that there's something wrong! And if this holds true, then why cover it up? Covering up your existing issues with a roofing layover won't safeguard your for long, if at all, and in a lot of cases will do more damage than excellent in the short-term.

3 Questions To Ask A Roofing Contractor While Hiring

Adding a layer of shingles on top of a roofing system that already has water damage will motivate the moss or lichen to fester, spread, and break down both the old and brand-new layer of shingles. Definitely not a good usage of your renovation budget On top of the problems festering, a stopover takes away your ability to actually understand what's going on on your roofing system due to the fact that you can no longer see the damage.

number quickly begins to compound up on your roof because a square of roof is equivalent to 100 square feet. If your roofing is a typical size of 1800 square feet, then ONE layer of shingles weighs at least 6,000 pounds which's just the 2nd layer! If you're residing in Massachusetts, take a step back from this post and really believe about 2, or even three layers of shingles on your roof combined with snowfall during among our typical February months.

permit for any kind of stopover since although you'll conserve cash in the short-term, the long term disadvantages (consisting of tremendously increasing your opportunity of a cave-in) are far higher. any roofer could do a layover on your roofing system, but it does not suggest they SHOULD. Particularly in cold climates like Massachusetts, an ethical roofing contractor will recommend you to remove the shingles first so your roofing system isn't at higher risk of collapse during heavy snowfall.

All you should need to do is pick up the phone and ask! It's common to consider a roofing contractor and photo a truck with ladders stacked high, barreling down the highway. But as innovation improves, numerous roofing companies are relocating a various instructions Gone are the days of speeding around to drop off a bunch of quotes prior to heading house after a long day of roofing.

How To Undertand A Bid On A Roofing Job

As a result, And it's altered for the advantage of YOU, the homeowner! Roofers must come within your house for a quote so they can inspect the attic space, specifically if there are indications of water damage (moss, lichen, etc) on the outside of the roof. Not doing so can lead to thousands and countless dollars in surprise charges on set up day We understand this due to the fact that our group of professional roofing professionals has offered countless small roofing system inspections over the last 10 years.

A precaution you can take previously even getting a roof estimate is to work with an expert attic assessment service like Tiger House Inspection. Professional attic evaluation companies will give you an unbiased viewpoint on what's going on up there and how it impacts your home. Though this alternative does add costs to your roofing project, for numerous homeowners it is worth the assurance if the roof company your picking did not perform a minimum of a small scale attic inspection.

These are telltale indications of a leak and such a discovery MUST be taken seriously. consist of only those that need the estimator to come within your home. If the roofing service your speaking with over the phone does not make this a concern, then only hire them if they require you hire an expert attic assessment before they complete the task.

Weighing The Risk Of Subcontracted Roofers

Oftentimes, roof that look fine from the exterior are filled with interior damage that is far more essential to your home's health than interior damage ever would be. As you can see, the 7 concerns above are far from a total list. They must be utilized merely as a guide and in mix with your gut feeling of a given roofer's principles and reliability.

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If they were going to go to the bunker, Peggy and Howard would need a car.  Toulouse took them to an Enterprise Rent-A-Car not far from the hotel, and Peggy talked Toulouse down from the silver Porsche to a blue Nissan while Howard wandered around the lot, expressing his deep suspicion at the fact that most of the cars were Japanese.  Once they had the vehicle, there was one more thing Peggy had to do.

“Toulouse,” she said gently, “I think you ought to go back to the hotel now.  We don’t know what we’re going to find when we get there.  If we’re wrong, or if HYDRA knows something we don’t, somebody might be there waiting for us.”

This was something of a test.  Toulouse hadn’t turned them in yet, so if she were actually involved in the whole affair, her role appeared to be nothing more than keeping an eye on them.  If she were under orders to do that, she wouldn’t want to let them out of her sight, no matter what she’d promised over breakfast.

Toulouse gave a disappointed sigh.  “I figured you’d say that,” she said.  “I’ll give you some money, and you can get cell phones.  Best Buy has the pre-paid ones.  Then if you need help, or if I find out something, we can text each other.”  She opened her purse, which had several embroidered patches on it, to find her wallet.

“What are you likely to find?” asked Howard

“I’m going to take a look around the hotel and see if there really is an apocalypse bunker.”  Toulouse handed Peggy some cash.  “If there’s anything interesting in it, I’ll let you know.”

Interesting.  Not only had Toulouse let them pick the car, thus making it unlikely she could track them, she was offering to let them buy their own phones.  Peggy wasn’t sure about Dalton Sandhill and his sons, but Toulouse, she decided, was probably trustworthy.  Even if her father were involved with HYDRA, he’d probably left her out of it because she was the girl.

At the Best Buy they bought cheap cell phones. Peggy used a mnemonic trick she knew to commit Toulouse’s number to memory, since she wasn’t sure she trusted this little machine to remember it for her.  Then, as Peggy went to get in the car, Toulouse stopped her.

“Look,” the young woman said, “if I don’t see you guys again, I just want to say, this has been absolutely brilliant.  People have been talking about how this is a new era. I’ve heard it called the Age of Miracles, what with the aliens and the superheroes and all that sort of thing, but this is the first time I’ve ever met anyone who was part of it.  So this was just… just tremendous, even if all I got to do was find you hotel rooms.”  She gave Peggy a beaming smile.

Peggy wasn’t used to being thanked for letting somebody take part in the absolute nonsense, often bloody dangerous nonsense, that was such a part of her life. It took her a moment to manage a response.  “Thank you, Toulouse,” she said.  “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, and I’m very glad you’re willing to bow out when I ask you to.  I wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”

Toulouse nodded, and then pulled Peggy in for a big hug.hen they parted a moment later, Toulouse’s eyes were decidedly liquid.

“I wouldn’t say goodbye just yet,” Howard said. “Unless the time machine’s just sitting there still in working order, we’ll probably have to come back to the hotel. We might need more help yet.”

“We might,” Peggy agreed.  “We’ll give you a ring if we do.”  Another possibility occurred to her.  “And if we don’t, you did say I’m still alive in 2015.  You can come and visit me.  I’m sure I won’t forget you.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea!” Toulouse said.  “I’ll do that, I promise.”

Howard held out his arms.  “What about me?  Do I get a hug?”

Toulouse went to give him one, but he took her around the waist and tipped her over for a good old-fashioned Hollywood kiss, and she threw her arms around his neck to reciprocate.  Peggy just sighed and turned her back to wait until they’d finished.

It was a long and dusty drive out to the Sierra bunker.  By the time they’d finished their renting, shopping, and kissing it was around ten o’clock in the morning.  At just past noon, they passed through Bakersfield, and stopped for what turned out to be a deeply disappointing attempt at Brazilian food.  After that they drove for another hour or so along Evans Road, to the edge of Sequoia National Forest.  The landscape looked exactly as Peggy remembered it, all scrubby bushes and rolling hills, with the California sun beating down on them.  She was glad their car was air conditioned – this same drive in 1948 had left Peggy sweating right through her clothes.

Occasionally they passed other traffic, but for the most part they were alone on the road and when they were, there was an odd sense of timelessness.  These hills had probably looked very much the same for seventy years or seventy thousand, and the road was the newest thing in them. They could be making this drive in 1948, 2015, or 1066, and out here it would hardly be possible to tell.

Howard checked the phone he’d bought.  “It’s a right turn up ahead, according to the GPS.” He pointed.

“Another toy?” asked Peggy.  Howard was having entirely too much fun with the phone, which doubled as a camera, among other things.  She didn’t doubt there was a way to make it blow up, and Howard would certainly find it.

“It’s not a toy,” said Howard.  “I wanted to know how it worked, so I ‘googled’ it.  There are thirty satellites in orbit, and they can tell you where you are anywhere in the world, exactly, down to the inch!”

“I don’t think I like the idea of being constantly watched from above,” Peggy said.

“That’s not the point.  It’s to keep you from getting lost,” said Howard.  “And there!  There’s the road, right where it said it would be!”

There was no sign to indicate a turnoff, but as they rounded the curve of the hillside, there it was: a dirt road leading away to the right, between two hills.  They followed that for another half a mile or so, and then came to a stop at a chain link gate.  There was a metal sign hung on it, with the word DANGER in white text on red, above the black on white: HAZARDOUS AREA – UNAUTHORIZED PERSONS KEEP OUT.  Peggy stopped the car, and climbed out for a closer look.

The actual metal door in the hillside had been replaced since 1948 – the new model was reinforced with some bars, and had a small window in it.  Even that, however, had clearly happened a long time ago.  The whole thing was covered with lichen and rust, and clearly hadn’t been touched in a very long time.

Or had it?  Peggy climbed over the fence and went up for a closer look.

The door did look rusty and mossy, but when she got closer Peggy realized that both afflictions were, for the most part, just artfully applied paint.  She touched it to be sure, and found metal that looked rough and flaky was actually smooth under her fingers.  That would need to be touched up regularly, so that it didn’t fade in the blazing sunshine. Somebody had been here very recently indeed.

Despite the sun on her back, Peggy suddenly felt very cold.

Howard came up behind her.  “Can you open…” he began, but she turned around and put a hand over his mouth.

“Hush,” she whispered.

He nodded, and Peggy let go of him and cupped her hands around her face on the little window, trying to see the inside. There was nothing but darkness. That could mean the place was empty, or it could just mean somebody had put heavy dark cloth behind the opening.

“Anybody there?” asked Howard.

“Not that I can see, but I know somebody’s been here recently,” Peggy said.  She looked up.  The hillside rose steeply above the bunker door, and from down here the top was invisible. If they climbed up there they might be able to find out more, but what they found out might involve HYDRA operatives waiting for them.  On the other hand, they certainly wouldn’t learn anything by just going back to the car and driving away.

She started up the slope.

It was not an easy climb.  The hillside was dry, gravelly soil, just barely held together by the tangle of coarse desert vegetation.  More than once, either Peggy or Howard nearly lost their footing and had to grab the other for support.  When they reached the top, the scrubby bushes came to a sudden end, and they found themselves standing on the edge of a circular open area, about fifty feet across. It was invisible from the road because of the steep slope – and invisible from the air because it was covered with camouflage netting.  Peggy lifted an edge of this, and found underneath was a dusty metal surface, slightly sunk below ground level, and painted beige to blend in with the soil.

“This wasn’t here in 1948,” said Peggy.  She was absolutely certain of that.

Howard looked at the open area, taking in its shape and dimensions.  “It’s a helipad,” was his analysis.

“Then there must be another door nearby,” Peggy decided.  “It’d be a pain in the arse to have to climb that hill every time they need to meet a helicopter.”

They began to search the bushes, tapping on the ground to listen for hollow places and getting their clothes caught on the branches and thorns.  One thicket caught the heel of Peggy’s left shoe and pulled it right off her foot, leaving her hopping on one leg as she turned around to try to find it.

That was when she heard a deep metallic sound somewhere beneath her, followed by a rumble that was not so much heard as it was felt in the bones.  A mechanism began to squeak as the camouflage netting was rolled away, and underneath it, the metal helipad began to sink into the earth.

The back of Peggy’s mind observed that this was how HYDRA avoided climbing that hill – rather than sending people up, they brought helicopters down. The front of her mind told her it was time to get the hell out of there.

She kicked off her other shoe, grabbed Howard’s hand, and the two of them began scrambling down the hill.  As soon as they could see the car, however, they realized it was already too late: the vehicle was surrounded by men in desert camouflage, carrying guns.  Peggy stumbled to a stop in her stocking feet and looked left and right, then pushed Howard to the left.  If they went between the helipad and the car, maybe they could escape.

But no, there were armed men coming down the hill now, too, and they would soon be right in the way.  Peggy chose one and charged him.  He didn’t have time to react, and she pushed the muzzle of his gun up, forcing him to fire into the air as she shoved him over.  She’d made an opening now.  They could get through – but then she put one of her stocking feet down on something shar, and stumbled.  The rest of the men took advantage of the moment to pile on top of her and force her to the ground.  Peggy got a mouthful of dirt, and her cheek and temple were ground into the stony soil as they handcuffed her.  Fools, she thought.  They must know she’d already gotten out of those once.

Once the cuffs were on, the men dragged Peggy to her feet, and she saw Howard also in cuffs, with his knees scraped and bleeding where he’d been forced to the ground.  A man patted both of them down and found the cellular phones they’d bought. He threw those into the bushes.

The men marched their prisoners down the treacherous slope, back in the direction of their rented car.  They arrived just in time to see the men who’d been waiting there now pushing the vehicle off the edge of the road.  It rolled down the slope into the valley, and crashed into a clump of gray pine trees twisted by drought.  

Meanwhile, a man had unlocked the gate and was now opening the door beyond.  Sharp pebbles cut into Peggy’s unshod feet as she was frog-marched inside.

She knew what she expected to see inside the bunker – a flight of metal steps leading down into a single large open area, where the time machine and cows had been in 1948.  The steps were there, though they were far too new to have been the same ones she remembered, but the rest of the space was utterly different.  The underground room had been substantially expanded, with pillars of bedrock left to support the roof and partitions set up between them to divide the extra space into offices.  A large open area remained in the middle, certainly big enough for the time machine, but there was nothing there now, not even a cow.  Boxes of documents and pieces of furniture or unidentifiable equipment were stacked up in the cubicle doorways, and a few men and women stood watching in silence as Peggy and Howard were escorted through.

They were leaving, Peggy thought.  This place had become too well-known since a photo of its entrance had appeared in the press.  Perhaps the time machine had used to be here, but they’d moved it, perhaps temporarily, to the empty hotel in London.

The men escorted Peggy and Howard past all that. At the end of the big room was a metal shutter that must lead in to where the helipad elevator came down – their captors turned right there, and led them down a hallway cut into the rock. This one had proper rooms in it, with walls and doors, though these were closed and there were no signs to indicate what was in them.  They stopped at the second door on the left, and one of the men knocked.

“Mr. Smith!” he called out.  He had an accent, Peggy noticed… possibly Yorkshire.

She felt her stomach flutter.  This time, they really were going to meet the mysterious Mr. Smith.  Would he be the Red Skull?  Everyone had assumed Johann Schmidt had died in the crash of the Valkyrie, but they’d never found the wreck or the bodies that would have been inside it.  He had been given something like super-soldier serum.  Could he possibly have survived?  No, because then Steve would have survived, too, and he would definitely have come back if he could…

“Come in!” said a voice from the other side of the door.  This one was American.

The men opened the office door, and escorted Peggy and Howard inside.

[stcriestcld]

headcanon

Shadow doesn’t exactly celebrate the turning points of the year - the solstices and equinoxes - but she definitely recognizes them and treats them as significant days.  It’s not a part of any belief system still in existence, renewed, or even that ever existed at all; it’s something entirely personal to her.  A respect for the natural order of the turning of the world that she’s chosen to, in part at least, live in, that runs so contrary to the chaos in her veins and bones.  

On the equinoxes, Shadow takes a whole 24 hours to herself.  With a bag of tools and a bag of small tokens - flowers enchanted to stay blossomed for months, a ring she found in an antique store, bread baked from a recipe that hasn’t been used for thousands of years, a poem she composed carefully written out - she heads for a small, very well hidden, cemetery.  There rest the mortals she’d come to love, have all too brief lives with, and let die rather than turning them and having them become the creature of parts that she is.

In autumn, she clears the wild unchecked growth of spring and summer.  Grass is trimmed, weeds uprooted, and seedlings and saplings carefully transplanted to spaces where their growth won’t upset the markers.  Lichen and moss are cleared off stone, any damage repaired, and notes made of what needs more work than she can do that day.  Shadow could, if she wanted, create markers that wouldn’t weather, whose letters wouldn’t soften and blur, that would withstand a tree falling on them or the erosion of moss... but she won’t.  Even in death, she will not make her loved ones immortal.  Their markers will age just as they did, and she will replace them with new ones to watch them age again.  A reminder of the cost of loving someone mortal.

After the space is cleared to her satisfaction, Shadow leaves her tokens, her signs of continued affection, a promise that her memories remain strong and unchanged.  A favorite sweet.  A dress that would have looked divine and likely been ripped off as soon as it was worn, draped over a tree branch so it dances it in the breeze.  A small stone, taken from a beach in the deepest regions of Faerie where black water laps against glowing pebbles, trying to steal their light for itself, for a lover who’d been Jewish, to join all the other unique pebbles on their grave.  A book that was written 800 years too late.  A puzzle ring crafted in Shadow’s forge.  

She doesn’t talk to them.  Not here.  This is a ritual for her, not for them.  Their spirits aren’t tied to their graves, and she would not want them to be.  But she kisses the markers, touches the names graven on them, leaves her tears on the grass and the stones, and she remembers.

[tabula-rara]

A thing I wrote a while ago, for a maybe book, called The Rigg:

*Chapter One*

Not all memories are sepia-toned like in films when they transport you to The Childhood through lenses of browns and yellows. But the landscape of Riggside, the small bungalow where we’d spend our summers as children, and the slate hues of the house and its surrounding dry-stone walls, make my recollection of the place a mood board of cream Formica and russet melamine; wind-burnt lichen, slippery in the drizzle; and small hands rifling through jigsaw puzzle pieces, framed by a window distorted by rain. Stretching out to the Rigg and up to Crossfell.

Whenever we arrived from Rhododendron Surrey, antsy from the journey, we exercised early courage as our parents unlocked the house and turned the heating on. Shivering, we’d tell ourselves that maybe, if we held out long enough, this cold outpost could become a home-from-home. Now we were here there would be warmth.

We’d unpack the shopping – never usually would we buy Wagon Wheels or, when we were older, Caramel bars. Was this our changing tastes or why the one and then the other? Did Caramel bars compete on price? Did it come down to the deals on at Safeway? And why are these eras of foil-wrapped treats so central to my memories (over, say, learning about my parents’ divorce)? With chocolate on my face, palms and leggings, I was forging my own Proustian pathways.

Once we’d done enough to help (which was generally, when especially young, just standing out of the way to provide audience), there’d be a moment of bewildered ‘and what now?’ Why had we been brought here and what were we to do with ourselves?

And the answer was always that we could go on a walk, go into the village, go on a bike ride, see our friends, read a book. Following the journey, our willingness to do anything but cover our knees with our t-shirts, shivering with inactivity, and complain was epidemic, frustrating our parents into sighs and shortened tempers.

Our best weapon against the cold and torpor, with an overnight to restore our good moods, was to get out and about, beyond the gate, chasing each other over the clods of earth and through the peat and the reeds. We’d often see hares dashing through the gorse and would stop to whisper their evidence to each other. And stop to hope ourselves friends enough with nature that they’d creep out of their fear and hiding to come and be stroked. Not so, and with the breeze’s deathly chill, our patience would be cut short and we’d once again run off into the landscape.

I’ve often wondered whether this is a shared need people have, to be validated by animals. Some people, I think, plainly like animals and enjoy, therefore, their proximity. But do they let their own value hang on the tameness and curiosity of something so small, so expendable, so wild and edible?

When I was very young, I remember a visit to a pet shop with Mum, enquiring about hamster husbandry – costs, upkeep, burden, and so on – and myself waddling over to explore the animals on display. They were all hiding and asleep, or behind glass, save for a chinchilla so big for its cage it couldn’t hide from the young and the curious.

However young I was, I was old enough (advanced enough!) to know the sign on the cage said “do not feed, do not put fingers into cage.” And not because I was rebellious, but because I was rapt student of Hollywood tales, I ignored the warning, certain that I’d found my seal, monkey, whale companion equivalent. Would we solve mysteries together? How would we!

I was young enough that up until that point, I’d communicated all my thoughts and emotions with the pride of someone who’s only recently communicated hunger, thirst and a wet nappy through tears.

So, the bite (clear through my fingerprint, to my bewilderment), and the blood, created a doubly seminal moment for my developing brain. I understood I’d wilfully ignored instruction, and that, for all of my pain and shock, I couldn’t tell mum what had happened, so intent was she on discussing the rota of sawdust replacement necessary for the routine defecation habits of Russian hamsters (the cutest looking! Also the cruellest), with the shop manager. I couldn’t admit what I’d done, and instead enjoyed my first repression. My first absorption of an impact.

The second lesson during this wildly formative moment, and one which continues to dog – or is that chinchilla? – me to this day, is that we’re not the impeccably cast protagonists in the films of our lives. Our narrative arcs are seldom those of the films. We don’t catch villains with simian best friends. Our lives are made up of disparate actions which we’re always trying to mould into meaningful narratives. We grew apart, a common one. Mooning about youth, another. “That was a summer of goodbyes. We were all going our separate ways, to our distant university towns, where we’d learn about sex and comedowns. Research we might never share with each other, though it felt, now, like it would be headlines.” I tap my pipe, and as I do so, my characterfully aged eyes shine.

The alternative arc – more recognisable as real life – reminds us of our powerlessness and mortality. It reminds us that no matter our bill payments being up to date, no matter the creams we apply to our faces, the pursuing a learned lifestyle, we might be winded by adultery, cancer, seemingly inexplicable and paralysing misery. We might choke one day on a kipper bone. Or be walking ambivalently enough before then being choked on a sense of our ephemerality. Mazel tov!

When we’d finished scampering about on The Rigg, spotting only the zoetrope-flicker of tails as they disappeared into the gorse, we’d return to hot baths and hot ‘suppers’ – you could take the family out of Surrey… – of mashed potato, peas and stews. Jigsaws, then bickering, then bed.

[auconstructguides]

Roof Repair Hornsby: What Every Homeowner Should Know About Protecting Their Property

Your roof is more than just a structural element—it’s the shield that protects your home from rain, wind, sun, and debris. In a suburb like Hornsby, where weather conditions range from summer heatwaves to seasonal storms, keeping your roof in top condition is critical. Ignoring small issues like cracked tiles or minor leaks can lead to costly damage down the line. That’s why reliable roof repair in Hornsby isn’t just a maintenance task—it’s a key part of responsible homeownership.

In this article, we explore the most common roof problems faced by Hornsby residents, what causes them, how to identify early warning signs, and why Roof Repair Hornsby – Robert Pridmore Roofing is a trusted name for fast, thorough, and honest service.

Why Roof Repairs Matter in Hornsby

Situated on Sydney’s Upper North Shore, Hornsby is surrounded by bushland, leafy suburbs, and older homes—many of which have tiled or metal roofing. These properties face challenges like:

Heavy rainfall during storms, causing rapid deterioration of old flashing or valleys

Falling tree branches from nearby gums, leading to cracked tiles or dented metal sheets

Blocked gutters and downpipes, which result in overflow and water penetration

UV exposure, breaking down sealants and roofing membranes over time

Poor ventilation, which can cause condensation damage in roof spaces

Timely repairs not only protect your home but also prevent minor problems from escalating into full roof replacements.

Common Roofing Issues in Residential Hornsby Homes

Understanding what to look for can help you act before a small issue becomes a major repair.

1. Leaking Roofs

A leak is one of the most urgent roofing concerns. Water may drip from the ceiling, stain your plasterboard, or cause mould on interior walls. Causes range from broken tiles to damaged flashing or improperly sealed skylights.

2. Cracked or Missing Tiles

Terracotta and concrete tiles can crack or shift with age. Even a single broken tile can allow water to seep through, damaging insulation and ceilings below.

3. Rusted Metal Roofs

Corrugated iron and Colorbond roofs last decades but still require periodic care. Rust typically forms at screw points, edges, or joins—especially in areas with poor drainage.

4. Sagging or Soft Spots

If your roof appears to dip or feels spongy when walked on, it may indicate rotted battens or structural issues caused by prolonged water exposure.

5. Blocked or Overflowing Gutters

Gutters that don’t drain properly can push water back under the roofline. This often leads to fascia and eave damage.

Many of these issues can be addressed with targeted repairs—provided they’re caught early. That’s where regular inspections from providers like Robert Pridmore Roofing for expert roof repair Hornsby come in.

Signs You May Need Roof Repairs

Here are the top indicators your roof needs professional attention:

Water stains on ceilings or walls

Gutter overflow during moderate rain

Visible tile displacement from the street

Moss or lichen growth on shaded areas

Peeling paint or bubbling on eaves

A sudden rise in your energy bills (linked to poor roof insulation)

If you're spotting these signs, don’t wait. Delaying roof repairs increases the risk of damage to ceilings, walls, and even electrical wiring.

The Process: What to Expect from a Professional Roof Repair

When you contact a reputable roofer in Hornsby, the process typically begins with a roof inspection. Companies like Robert Pridmore Roofing provide a clear, itemised report outlining:

The condition of your roof and any urgent repair areas

Suggested repairs or replacements for tiles, flashing, or ridge capping

Photographic evidence of the damage for your records or insurance

A clear quote with no hidden charges

A timeline for completion based on weather and job size

Their team often completes standard repairs—like tile replacement, flashing sealing, and gutter clearance—in one to two days, depending on the scope.

Why Work with a Local Specialist in Hornsby?

Local roofers understand the area’s climate, architecture, and regulations better than large, generalist providers. When you work with someone like Roof Repair Hornsby – Robert Pridmore Roofing, you benefit from:

Fast response during storm season

Familiarity with common roof designs in Hornsby

Local supplier relationships for faster material access

Ongoing support for future maintenance

They also offer transparency—no pushy upselling, no unnecessary replacements, just honest service built on over two decades of roofing experience.

Preventative Roof Maintenance: The Key to Longevity

While professional repairs are essential, many costly issues can be avoided with proactive care. Here are a few simple maintenance tips:

Clean your gutters every 3–6 months

Trim trees and large branches near your roofline

Inspect your roof after major storms

Get professional inspections every 2 years

Reseal flashing and ridge caps every 5–7 years

Replace cracked tiles immediately

For additional home maintenance insights, including seasonal checklists and storm readiness tips, browse articles on Tumblr’s home improvement blogs.

Insurance and Roofing Repairs: What You Need to Know

Homeowners’ insurance may cover roof repairs caused by unforeseen events like storms, falling trees, or fire. However, most policies do not cover general wear and tear or damage caused by negligence.

That’s why timely action is critical. An insurance claim can be denied if the provider believes the damage resulted from long-term neglect. Roofing specialists such as Robert Pridmore Roofing for expert roof repair Hornsby can document the condition of your roof, perform repairs promptly, and help with reports required for claims.

Final Thoughts: Don't Wait Until the Ceiling Leaks

Your roof is one of your home's most important—and most overlooked—components. A small issue like a slipped tile or minor rust can quickly escalate into thousands of dollars in water damage. Being proactive about repairs not only protects your property but also gives you peace of mind.

For trusted advice, transparent pricing, and reliable workmanship, Roof Repair Hornsby – Robert Pridmore Roofing is the name local homeowners turn to when quality matters. Whether you're dealing with storm damage or general wear, acting early is always the smartest decision.

[evolutionsvoid]

There have been strange stories that I have heard from time to time during my travels, and one of the bizarre ones is the mention of "living rocks." People speak of stones and boulders that move on their own, without the hand of man or beast. Entire landscapes will change overnight, and rock formations will seemingly disappear without a trace. Some say it is the act of ghosts and spirits, those who died on mountains or in canyons. Others suggest a godly force, though this omnipotent being's motive is quite unknown. Regardless of what they believe, they shall speak wonders about these supposedly "living rocks" and will puzzle over them as if they were a great mystery. Whenever I hear this, I immediately bring up the fact that there are at least a dozen species of animals that look like rocks, and another dozen or so that wear rocks like armor. That is not even mentioning golems, who are quite literally piles of stone that can walk on their own. For changing landscapes and vanishing boulders, I would direct my suspicions towards trolls. A hungry troll in search of tasty minerals can easily knock things around or just pick up a slab of rock and wander off into the night. It's just one of these bizarre moments where it seems like nobody even thinks about things for more than a second, or bother to even learn about the world around them. When it comes to mountains and canyons, there are numerous species that look to disguise themselves with the scenery, and that often means looking like a rock. It would make much more sense that a Hammerbird was nesting somewhere during the first viewing and then ran off in search of food before the second! Why must we immediately jump to the mystical and magical? It frustrates me, but that is not what I am going to be ranting about in this entry. Instead, this tantrum of mine is supposed to lead to one of the major culprits of these tales: Stone Chimneys. Funny enough, these creatures are probably going to be the closest anyone gets to a "living rock" (save for golems, but those are artificially made), as their bodies are made of collected stone chunks and are capable of slithering across the landscape. How is this possible? Why, it is because of the Slime that dwells within the core of this structure! Like any "subspecies" that involves Slimes, Stone Chimneys are not actually a unique species. Rather they are just Slimes that have taken on a certain lifestyle. If you were to peel off all the stone pieces, you would just get a plain old Slime. These variations arise mainly in rocky areas, like mountains, canyons and cliffs. They can be found in hot and cold environments, though they tend to avoid places that experience freezing temperatures at a frequent rate. The creation of a Stone Chimney begins with a Slime collecting pieces of rock in their pseudobody and using it to build a makeshift shell. Their gooey parts will help stick the chunks together and hold them in place, eventually creating a solid piece of armor. As they collect and build, their pseudobodies will be buried beneath the stony exterior. The only place you will notice their slime is near the bottom, as they create a "foot" that they use to slither and crawl on. Near this base is where tendrils can emerge, working as simple arms to grab new rock pieces or fleeing prey. The term "Stone Chimney" comes from the shape these variations often take. For whatever reason, they seem to always go for a tower-like formation, building upward into a single stony column. Other shapes have been seen, but they are quite rare. Perhaps they do this to look big and intimidating? Or maybe tower height is important when it comes to mate selection? No one is sure at the moment. I did try asking a few of them, but many don't bother with chit-chat and simple talk. The best answer I got from a non-Stone Chimney Slime was "well, it looks pretty cool." While I do agree with them, I find that answer a bit lacking. After a Stone Chimney has built up their armored tower, they shall slither across the land in the ceaseless pursuit of food. "Pursuit" may be the wrong word, as Stone Chimney's move quite slow. They are kind of like giant, rocky snails, as they seem to always be crawling at a constant, but sluggish, pace. This slow speed does not hinder them in any way, though, as Stone Chimney's often feed on immobile food sources. The main staples of their diet are lichens and moss, common things that grow on the boulders and rock that litter the landscape. As they slither along, they shall steer themselves so that their paths go over large patches of these growths. When their foot comes in contact with these foodstuffs, their slime will rip them up and scour the surface clean. They are then drawn up into the tower where they are ground up and digested. The nutrients are transferred to the heart and the Slime enjoys a nice meal! During their travels, Stone Chimneys will happily accept other sources of food, like carrion or live prey. While the mention of carnivory may cause one to worry about the safety of their own skin, you need not fret. Stone Chimneys mainly eat small critters that hide in burrows or under rocks. When they crawl over a hole in the ground, a bit of slime from the pseudobody will slither down to investigate. If there is a meaty morsel hiding within, it shall nab it and pull it up to the surface. If a marmot or skink tries to flee an approaching Stone Chimney, it shall launch out its tendrils in hopes of grabbing them in a sticky mitt. They do not seek large prey during their hunts, as they prefer the kind that are already dead. That, however, does not mean they won't eat something that died when they tried to defend themselves. 

Though slow and lazy looking, Stone Chimneys should be treated with care. Like any animal, they do not like to feel threatened and they are quite wary about predators. Their layers of rock are already a sign of their caution, as they hide their vulnerable hearts deep within this armor. When a threat is detected, the Slime will retract its foot and seal itself within the tower structure. Every crevice will be locked shut so no predators or parasites may reach their slimy parts. If the attacker is large, the Stone Chimney may chose to fight back. If one gives their chimney a close look, you may notice various openings that dot its exterior. These mouth-like holes can be opened and sealed at will, and many believe they are used as sensory organs. When under attack, though, these openings can be used as a defense. By building pressure up within their pseudobody, Stone Chimneys can launch chunks of rock from these holes with devastating force. These goo wrapped missiles can hit like they were fired from a slingshot and can easily break bone. If fired at one's head, it can knock you out cold or give you one heck of a headache! This method of defense is often aimed towards larger attackers, and is commonly used against trolls. These giant geophages tend to be curious when they notice their food moving, so they come in for a closer look. Not wanting their armor to be ripped off and eaten, the Stone Chimney will spit at them to drive them away. Though dangerous to us folk, such attacks are mere annoyances to the burly trolls. In fact, trolls are often spooked by this display and will scamper off with little more than a faint bruise. What also helps with scaring off trolls is the gooey remains that are left behind after the spitting. When the troll regains its composure, it may grow curious about the rock the...rock spat at them. Their first thought will be to taste it and it will give them a mouthful of bitter slime. The foul taste will further deter the troll from trying to eat the Stone Chimney, as it will find it to be quite gross. Due to their slow lifestyle and simple diet, Stone Chimneys are often seen as part of the landscape rather than a separate creature. People note them like you would a thorny bush or poisonous flower: an interesting sight, but one you should keep a safe distance from. That, however, has not stopped people from trying to make use of them! Apparently, there are tales of certain folk who tried to use Stone Chimney's as treasure chests. A thickly armored creature that spat rocks at foes and didn't understand the concept of money, the perfect guard (that's what they were thinking, not me. I am quite aware how dumb this idea is)! So these people would take their sacks of gold, cover it in moss pieces and plant them in the path of a crawling chimney. The treasure would be sucked up and stored inside, as the Slime would first try to eat it and then would keep it as a neat trinket. The person would then mark the chimney in some way so they could tell which one had their gold. At first this seemed like a great idea, as the Stone Chimney attacked those who tried to steal the treasure and kept it safe beneath its rocky armor. Unfortunately, as time went on, people began to realize the problem with this method. The main one was retrieving said treasure, as the Stone Chimney didn't care about who rightfully owned the gold. Any who approached got a rock to the face. In other cases, the Stone Chimney would shed or replace the piece that held the identifying mark, causing the owner to lose track of which Slime had their treasure. Lastly, and a bit more amusing, was the random chance that the Slime would use the sack of gold as a projectile when it came to self-defense. Thieves, owners or even the occasional troll could possibly get the horde of treasure spat at their face at lightening speeds! Talk about a speedy return! You better hope your money isn't launched at a troll, as then you have to try to get that sticky gob off the hide of a frightened giant! That would be a hoot to see! Outside of that poor idea, Stone Chimney's have also been the star of some interesting stories. One was the tale of a great ruler who wished to have a "walking castle." He wanted a fortress that could march across his kingdom, allowing him to survey his land and befuddle attackers. He turned to the Stone Chimneys to achieve this dream, as they were already living towers. Legends say he gather hundreds of them together and built special shells for them to wear. When combined, they would make a castle that could move on its own, or that was at least the theory. Turns out that Stone Chimneys aren't social creatures, and they don't like being packed close to one another. One can't have a mighty fortress when every piece of it is trying to go in a different direction. Depending on who you ask, the story as a different ending. In one variation, the ruler was humiliated by this attempt and fled to the unknown to hide his shame. Others say he scaled down the project and tried to build a single massive tower. These stories claim that he finished this tower and walked inside so he could ride his creation. Unfortunately he failed to realize that when you cause dozens of Slimes to link up with one another, they grow into one massive amalgamation. At that size, their stomachs tend to seek larger prey than marmots and lizards. They say the tower still roams the land to this day, devouring any who seek shelter within it. On the note of towers and building, certain cultures believe that ancient Stone Chimneys taught humanity how to build the impressive castles and walls they have today. It was through their knowledge that humanity learned the ways of architecture and engineering. While I do admit that humans build some amazing structures, I chalk that up to their ingenuity and intelligence. I am not saying Slimes are dumb, but I don't think they taught humans how to build such things. I mean honestly, why would humans need some ancient, wizened species to teach them how to stack rocks? Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian ----------------------------------------------------- More Slime variations! What fun!    

[ramblingsfromthecrypt]

A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing Part 2

Part One [x]

Felix trudged through the damp underbrush and mud of the Mount Rainier National Park with a scowl on his face. The dirt, the walking, the work. It was all a foreign concept to him. Going from a life of having hundreds of servants at your beck and call to nothing was a sudden transition Felix was still getting used to. On top of that he had no magical contacts in America. Felix couldn’t simply order someone to get these rare alchemical ingredients for him anymore. Nor did he have the money to buy them. Instead, Felix had to make the journey himself. “Damn those Nossies. If I have to pay them to tell me where it is why can’t they just go get it for me?” Felix grumbled to himself looking around for the cave the informant had mentioned.

Felix’s dress shoe slipped on an exceptionally wet pile of pine needles and he cursed as he reached out for a nearby tree trunk to steady himself. A large sigh escaped Felix as he looked at the large tear in his suit jacket. “I just bought this too.” Felix murmured to himself with a large frown. The sound of rustling in the underbrush caught Felix’s attention and he looked up from his wardrobe malfunction to whatever was stalking the woods in the night. He glimpsed the brief reflection of eyes watching him from the trees before the animal huffed and stalked off somewhere else.

“Whose woods are these anyway? I swear, if that sewer rat sent me out here to get eaten by a werewolf…” Felix griped as his body began to fill with adrenaline at the possibility of a fight. Werewolves were strong. Much stronger than a young kindred like himself and Felix knew he didn’t have much of a chance if he came face to face with one. The ones that stalked the forests in Russia had clear territory lines that the clans did not cross. Perhaps, Felix thought looking for the glowing eyes in the dense thicket. I just wandered across one of those lines.

Despite the possibility of walking into a werewolf den, Felix’s need to finish his clients potion outweighed his fear of encountering a beast. He had already racked up more debts than he would have liked with the Nosferatu and wasn’t about to go asking for another handout. I need the money. It’ll be a quick job. I just need some moss. In and out before anything notices me. Felix rationalized to himself as he felt his figurative heartbeat begin to calm down.

For a long while the only sound in the dark forest was the pitter patter of the rain that pierced the thick upper canopies and landed on the soggy ground and Felix’s own wet footsteps. As he began to approach the area the Nosferatu explained the pungent stench of wet dog assaulted Felix’s nose. “Ugh. Disgusting.” He said and waved at the air in an unsuccessful attempt to dissipate the smell. “But I suppose that must mean I’m almost there.” Felix said in an unenthusiastic voice. Please don’t be home Mr. Werewolf. Please don’t be home. He nervously thought to himself as he stepped out of the trees into a small clearing.

The mouth of the cave was daunting and ominous. It stretched into inky blackness about 10 feet in and even Felix’s vampiric eyes couldn’t see past the curtain of darkness. A few animal bones littered the entrance and Felix wondered if they were put there as a warning or if the creature who inhabited this place simply didn’t clean up his abode. “Warning or not I have rent to pay.” Felix said to himself in an attempt to steel his nerves.

Felix cautiously began to approach the cave and was careful not to step on any of the bones scattered around the forest floor. The damp ground muffled Felix’s steps until he walked onto the stone floor of the cave. With every step his dress shoes made an audible ‘click’ on the rock and Felix cursed as he was forced to remove his shoes and set them next to the entrance to the cave. “Fucking cave. Fucking Nossies. Fucking-” Felix angrily muttered to himself before cutting his sentence short as a low growl reverberated through the cave.

A chill ran up Felix’s spine as the echo of the animalistic warning faded. “Well it looks like someone is home.” He said quietly as he cautiously made his way deeper into the cave. Thankfully it wasn’t a large cave but, according to the Nosferatu, the moss would be found in its deepest parts. With every step Felix felt like he was being watched but no matter how hard he looked, Felix couldn’t find any signs of the beastial eyes that he saw in the woods earlier.

The silence inside of the stone walls was deafening and Felix’s paranoia only grew with each passing moment. Why hasn’t it attacked yet? Is it waiting? Toying with me? He anxiously thought to himself as he continued down the twisting passages. Felix breathed a large sigh of relief as he saw the distinct bright red lichen snaking up one of the damp walls. “Oh thank God.” He exclaimed to himself as all thoughts of the possible werewolf exited his mind. Felix pulled a small leather pouch from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and began to grab the large spores off of the stone and place them inside of the bag.

I just need to fill this bag up then I can- Felix thought before his idea was cut short at the sound of heavy footfalls approaching behind him. He heard a large snort and felt hot breath run down the back of his neck. Don’t turn around just run. Just run. Felix dreadfully thought to himself but his body had other plans. Despite Felix’s best efforts he slowly turned around and came face to face with a horrible hybrid of a monster.

It wasn’t a werewolf but instead a transformed Gangrel. Felix had to crane his head to look the giant creature in the face. His distinct dog like head had two large bat ears protruding from it and it’s fangs were too large to fit comfortably in its horrible maw. The thin membrane of bat wings ran from the monster’s wrist all the way to the middle of it’s torso. At the end of those nightmarish wings were clawed paws the size of Felix’s head. A thick coat of matted and dirty fur covered most of the creature’s body and Felix had to wonder just how long this Gangrel has been in this beastial form.

However, before Felix had any longer to ponder the question, the monster let out a horrible roar that shook the cave and lunged for Felix. He dodged the monsters first strike only barely and winced as the sharp claws grazed the skin of his cheek. The beast turned to face it’s new advisory and crouched down ready to attack again. Felix quickly made the signs on his hands to conjure up a weapon and a spear of blood began to form in his open palm as the Gangrel lunged toward him once more.

Felix was able to parry the monsters attack and stabbed toward the creatures chest. The spear made contact but was stopped short by the monsters thick hide and fur. The Gangrel grabbed the shaft of the weapon and pulled the tip out of himself with a slight wince of pain. “Shit.” Felix said as the monster threw the spear, and Felix, hard against the wall. He hit the stone with a loud ‘oof’ and rolled to the floor. The creature padded it’s way over to where Felix was laying and grabbed the man by the collar of his button up shirt. Felix felt his body leave the ground and his feet dangling in mid air.

The creature looked at Felix and it’s dog like eyes squinted deciding what to do with it’s new capture. Felix’s brain ran crazy with thoughts of how to get out of the dire situation. There was no way to beat the frenzied Gagnrel with strength alone. The only thing Felix could hope for now was his Dominate ability would be enough to get through to the beast’s kindred conscious.     

Felix grabbed the monster’s wrist and stared into those horrible eyes. He chanted a soothing tranquil song as his eyes flashed black and his consciousness briefly entered the Gangrel’s mind. Felix saw flashes of the beast’s life and the breaking point that brought him to this isolated cave. A pastel living room, a soldier returning from war, that same soldier’s mutilated corpse on the stained red carpet.

It wasn’t long before Felix’s mind was pushed from the Gangrel’s by the monster’s willpower. The beast howled a long painful howl and dropped Felix to the floor of the cave. He caught his feet just before he hit the ground and stumbled for a moment steadying himself on the uneven cave floor. When Felix looked the Gangrel was holding its head with it’s eyes tightly shut. The sound of breaking bone echoed through the cave and Felix watched with sickened curiosity as the  monster transformed back into its original form.

What was left was a scared blonde haired boy who couldn’t have been older than 20. The only difference being is the boy’s ears were pointed and dog like and a long trail protruded from his back. The Gangrel’s painful howls were replaced with sobs as he laid on the cave floor and the last of his bones painfully snapped back into place. Felix stood for a moment watching the scene with a sense of relief and confusion.

Felix was thankful that he wasn’t about to be ripped to shreds but wasn’t expected to be left with a young half naked boy who was probably just as scared as he was. His first instinct was to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation but even someone like Felix could tell how much this kindred was suffering. He reached out a hand to comfort the boy but when he made contact the kindred looked at him with a terrified expression and crawled away so his back up was against the stone wall.

Felix watched as the kindred’s chest rose and feel with panicked breaths and his eyes wildly searched around the cave for something. He looks like a scared cornered animal. Felix thought with a twinge of pity for the kindred. He put his hands up showing that he meant the Gangrel no further harm. “Don’t worry. I don’t mean to harm you nor did I mean to intrude on your...um...lovely home.” Felix said and did his best to put on a comforting smile. The Gangrel continued to look at Felix with that same terrified expression although Felix’s own passive body language seemed to have calmed the boy a bit.

“Are you here alone? Where is your sire?” Felix questioned unable to hide his own curiosity about the Gangrel’s origins. The boy continued to stare at Felix for a moment before quickly looking away almost as if he was ashamed. “Not a big talker it seems.” Felix said with a small sigh. The other kindred responded with a shake of his head and he pulled his legs up to his chest and rested his chin on his knees.

“I’m alone too, you know.” Felix said and sat down on the damp stone floor next to the Gangrel. The boys ears perked up at Felix’s words and he looked to him with curious eyes. “Our world, the world of vampires, is lonely and hard to understand by yourself. Perhaps we could help each other?” Felix asked and looked over to the kindred whose tail began softly wagging against the cave floor. “I could use an assistant like you. Someone who can come to places like this and get ingredients for my spells.” He continued and as Felix spoke the boys tail began to thump louder and faster.

“J-Joseph.” The boy stuttered before looking away from Felix once more. Felix raised an eyebrow in surprise at the boy’s soft voice. “That’s your name? Joseph? It’s nice to meet you. My name is Felix.” He said and put a hand to his chest as he introduced himself. Felix stood back up and reached out a hand for Joseph to help himself up. “But if you’re going to work for me you need some new clothes. The last thing I need is for some young maiden getting over excited at those adorable ears.” Felix said with a cheeky smile.

Joseph laughed and took Felix’s hand and pulled himself up off of the floor. He steadied himself for a moment and readjusted his balance to his new human feet. Felix went and picked up the leather pouch that had been discarded in their scuffle and put it in the pocket of his jacket. “Now come. I have work to finish and four hands can work faster than two.” He said and began making his way back toward the entrance of the cave. Joseph gave Felix a determined nod and followed close behind his heels like a lost puppy with a new master. And a new home.    

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Tarse x Reader: Alpine Wood-Work

In which a skier gets lost in the woods and needs rescue after a grisly injury, when originally mistaking Tarse as something dangerous.

The shouts and excitement from the trailhead had all but been silenced by the trees and heavy snow. While many skiers and snowboarders liked to show their stuff on the rails and ramps, you preferred the quiet and long scenic route—a gentle slope punctuated by occasional sharp turns and slightly steeper angles. You’d come out by yourself this time, confident in your knowledge of the mountain, and happy your skis alone left tracks in the soft powder.

About a third down the trail, you began to notice the trees becoming unfamiliar. You had been here just last season, but the trees seemed to be older, taller, and closer together. You pulled off to the side and dug into your pack for the map you habitually picked up from the lodge. You stared confused, only now noticing the once well-marked trail had seemingly vanished, replaced with minimalist outlines of danger. Bears, rockfall…avalanche. But that didn’t explain why the trees were different. You knew this trail, you knew you didn’t take a wrong turn—there was no other turn to take once you started. You decided you were too far down the mountain to trek back up, so continued down the slope, knowing you would still reach the bottom all the same. Or maybe not.

The trees continued to grow stranger—needles were the wrong shapes, branches looked more like twisted arms than the rigid, rough boughs normally seen at these elevations. Too, you began to notice brambles and herbs lively and green, as if for them alone summer never surrendered to the bite of winter snow. The forest continued to encroach upon the trail, until you were finally faced with a wooden wall broken by deep, obscured shadows. You began to pant as you searched for any sign of a break in the forest, but eventually accepted the trail had completely vanished.

You decided you had to continue on foot, so unstrapped the skis from your boots and wrapped them tight to your pack. With the poles gripped tightly in your hands, you entered the dark, cold forest and followed that invisible line you once knew so well. No snow made it to the ground, but is was still unnerving how lush and pristine the undergrowth was. Had you not been so concerned, you would’ve loved to sit and stare, but you were on a mission. You didn’t want to be out here when night inevitably fell.

A breeze blew through the branches, a wave that shook the trees which creaked and moaned in protest. But the forest was healthy—no weak roots threatening to drop a massive trunk on your head, no dead trees losing limbs as they rotted away. You had heard of eternal forests, ancient and still, but they were all far off, not to mention on the opposite side of the mountains. There were rumors, of guardians who used unknown magics to will the plants to grow, and to rid any intruders. But those were tales. They had to be…right?

A different noise made you freeze in place. It was the snap of a hefty branch, and it was close. You slowly turned your head, but saw nothing to make such a sound. Then you heard a log being split open and loud crunching. You snuck silently to the closest tree, and just barely peeked around the rough bark. All you saw was a furry shape, absolutely massive and foreboding, before you quickly turned and attempted to sneak away.

Oh god, it’s a bear, you thought, I just need to stay calm, it’ll leave me alone. It’s too busy with…whatever it’s doing.

You swore you had been deathly quiet when the crunching stopped. There was a swishing sound, different from the needles in the wind, and you looked back for just a moment. It was staring right. At. You.

Your instincts won over as you ran. You didn’t know where, just away from that thing. It was not a bear’s face you saw. You had no idea what ‘it’ was, only it should not be here. You weren’t sure how far your sprint carried you when you saw the forest’s edge, bordered by bright, soft snow. What you didn’t see, however, was the rock obscured by snow-covered ferns.

The sound that escaped your lips was halfway between a gasp and an ear-splitting shriek, whilst from your ankle came a sharp crack. You moaned in pain as blood seeped from your boot, soaking into your pants and staining the snow around your feet. You shivered as you felt your body struggle to keep conscious against the shock and pulsing agony from your broken ankle. But you didn’t hear any pursuer.

You listened over your hammering heart, and was met with silence. You weren’t sure to be relieved, or enraged at the carelessness that got you in this situation. You tried to sit up, only to fall back, face-first, into the snow. You’d never had a high tolerance for pain—not that you suffered many injuries—so this was utterly incapacitating.

You remained still for some time, hoping there was a chance someone would find you, when you heard vegetation being crushed and something coming towards you. Your heart quickened again as you attempted to play dead, which was fairly convincing as you laid limp, face-down in the powder and smelling of blood. You felt your stomach sink as a loud, chuffing breath warmed the back of your neck. Any second now, you expected long, sharp claws to dig into your back, and were pleasantly surprised when you felt fingers press into your shoulder. That too, however turned to dread as a heavy, hand-like paw landed near your face, barely visible in the corner of your visor.

The thing moved around you, sniffing, until it retreated back to your injury. At the gentle touch, you couldn’t stop from weakly moaning, “Agh! It hurts…”

The pressure immediately lifted, and sweat threatened to cascade down your brow as the thing shuffled closer to your head. You could feel it kneel down to be at eye-level, and surprisingly softly, it said in a rumble, “You can speak. Good. Will you let me help you?”

You found it hard to reply, not just from surprise, but the growing lightheadedness. You finally managed to push out a small, “…Okay,” which seemed to satisfy the creature.

“Good,” it moved back towards your feet, adding, “I won’t be able to fix internal damage, you’ll need your human doctors for that. I will close the wound and ease the pain, but I doubt your ability to walk.”

At that, you anticipated another wave of agony, but when pressure pressed close to the wound, that was all you felt. There was a feeling of your skin being tugged at, but that didn’t hurt, either, despite how strange the sensation was. By now the sun was hidden behind the surrounding trees, and you began to grow cold as the light receded.

The creature seemed to finish tending to your injury, then rumbled, “Allow me to keep you warm,” as you felt a furry, thick coat begin to wrap around you. It lifted you from the snow into the coils as you finally got a good look at the thing.

Its long and thick body was covered with the ragged-looking pelt, a deep grayish-green with occasional splotches of what looked to be moss or lichen. While one large, muscular arm helped in supporting you, the other appeared to be a  limb of vines only superficially resembling that of an arm. It had no legs, its chest down a slowly tapering core of muscle, which led you to assume it might be a naga, but the face—in addition to the aforementioned details—told otherwise. It wore a wooden mask, with prominent but harmless teeth engraved around its rim, and two white eyes that looked back with an almost disinterested expression. You truly had no idea what this was.

You did begin to feel warmer, but you still felt incredibly apprehensive with this thing wrapped around you. Its voice remained gentle, however, as it conversed, “You appear concerned. I will not harm you, like any fellow creature I’ve previously met. You do not have to fear me. I will keep you safe. You may call me Tarse.”

Your voice threatened to die in your throat, but you eventually croaked, “…w-what are you?”

The emotion in Tarse’s eyes didn’t change as he replied, “I am a Wyrm. My kind does not normally frequent here, and I only desire to pass by on my journey back home.”

All you did was nod. Tarse held you close as night began to fall, covering all except your face so you could still breathe. It sounded as if he had fallen asleep, for his breathing slowed and muscles relaxed, but still kept a secure hold so you wouldn’t slip. You looked at the stars, wondering if your friends knew you were even here, but slowly, too, drifted into unconsciousness.

You were awoken with a start as an explosion rocked the mountainside, and without a word Tarse wrapped around you entirely, bracing his body as you were trying to make sense of things. You could hear wood breaking, rocks colliding, and an ungodly roaring as the whole world outside seemed to fall to pieces.

As soon as it started, the chaos was silenced. All you could hear was the breathing of Tarse and your own heart beating out of your chest. Moments of relative silence dragged on, and was only broken when Tarse began to speak.

“The snow and rocks have us completely buried. It I move too much, this space will collapse. I can dig my way out, but you would not be fast or strong enough to follow. However, I will not leave you to perish. I need your trust and understanding.”

You slowly nodded, knowing you had no choice either way.

“I have disagreed with my kin on their actions, but still have the ability to consume things whole,” Tarse continued watching you with his luminous eyes, noticeably much softer now, “I am more plant than animal, but still possess a digestive system similar to yours. I usually only eat plants, and when I do ingest an animal, it is never to kill or provide myself sustenance. I can protect and transport you this way, if you are willing.”

Far, far slower this time, you nodded. If Tarse left you, you’d be crushed by the debris, and though a visceral instinct told you this would also lead to certain death, you were in no position to deny and expect your desire be seriously considered.

Tarse nodded in turn, the rumble in his voice now a gentle purr as he advised, “I do not want to cause further strain on your injury. I will ingest you head-first, and though I understand you will likely struggle, the more still you remain the easier and faster this will be.”

You heard creaking, and felt fear rush through you as Tarse’s mask had a part break off on each side, which extended into long, flexible jaws. He moved slowly and minimally, straining under the weight and attempting to keep you calm despite the horrified expression under your visor.

With jaw fully extended, he asked, “Should you remove your bag? It may be uncomfortable to have it with you, and I fear I may damage it due to its dimensions and shape.”

You had forgotten it was still strapped to your back, and quickly pulled it off with a half-hearted sigh. You untied the skis and laid the poles beside them, saying, “I still want this, but I don’t need those.” Thankfully, they weren’t your favorite.

Tarse nodded, “Once you have settled, I will deliver your belongings to you. It will likely be somewhat cramped, but I’ll try to be accommodating as possible. Tell me when you’re ready.”

The words hung in the quickly vanishing air, and you struggled to come to terms with what was to happen. However, since the Wyrm was letting you decide when, it gave a minimal sense of reassurance. Eventually, you resorted to telling yourself, it’s just another adventure. If this Tarse guy wanted to kill me, he’d’ve done it already, and wouldn’t care if he hurt me more. Godammit, how did I get myself into this…

Tarse watched you with patient eyes, and only nodded when you told him you were ready. With his arms raised to keep from being crushed, he used his tail to gently lift you up to his face, still only squeezing hard enough to keep you stable. As he opened his jaws wide, you could hardly see anything more than a black abyss yawning back at you. This is it, you thought, and the jaws descended over your head.

You didn’t realize how cold you were until Tarse’s warmth washed over you. You couldn’t help but shiver as your once soggy, freezing clothes were now drenched with warm, slippery saliva. You also shook as a wave of revulsion hit you, spurred by the action of Tarse’s tongue coating your neck and chest, and couldn’t help as you squirmed with discomfort. The Wyrm paused, sensing your distress, and after a few moments of you mostly reassuring yourself, continued.

You felt yourself tipped forward as Tarse tilted his own head back, and whimpered as your head entered his throat, thankfully only further drenching your visor and helmet. In your ears, you could clearly hear the sound of gulping as you were swallowed, but also heard something like creaking wood as the esophagus grew tighter. Tarse began to swallow with more force, and after seeming to push your shoulders past this point, once again resigned to gently easing you deeper into his body. When you finally felt your feet taken in by his throat, you found yourself wondering how much longer until you were in his stomach. Soon as that thought arose, you were pushed into a chamber far looser, and within half a minute, you were completely sealed inside.

You couldn’t help but press your hand into the plush—but highly textured—walls, which pulsed and shifted around but never once encroached further upon you. It seemed fairly sudden when you heard another gulp and your bag slid inside the stomach with you, also soaking, but thankfully it was waterproof. You held it close to your chest as your position shifted, and you felt the muscles around you flex as Tarse likely began to burrow through the debris.

You expected the heat and lack of oxygen to send you to sleep, but your mind was surprisingly alert as your surroundings continued to shift with a noticeable wave-like pattern. You remained silent, and nearly squeezed the bag from your arms as Tarse spoke to you.

“There is a human residence further down the mountain, but when I arrive it shall be mid-day and generously occupied. I would only be able to deliver you there when night falls. While I can regurgitate you a minor distance away so you may arrive on foot, I do worry your injury may impede you. If you would allow me, however, I can heal you far more effectively with you inside me, though there may be permanent, albeit harmless, side-effects.”

“Like what?”

“You may lose pain sensation in that limb, you may acquire an unforeseen defect, or part of your body may be replaced altogether. I do not doubt my ability to treat you, but as you’re awake, it may be disturbing and painful.”

“But,” you began, “I’m not tired, I can’t sleep…”

“I have been supplying copious amounts of oxygen to you,” Tarse explained, “however, I can supplement a kind of anesthetic into the air around you that will put you to sleep. Will you let me do this?”

“I can’t make you either way, so…yeah, I guess,” you replied, and felt the walls shift around you again as you became aware of a sweet smell. You weren’t sure how much time passed, but eventually you felt the laced air fill your lungs and your eyes grow heavy. Your speech grew slurred as you asked, “You, prromis you’re not gon’…I’ll still wake up? Laterrr ‘course…right?”

“Of course,” was all Tarse said, and you slipped from consciousness.

    Your eyes flew open as you sat up and gasped, wincing as bright light entered through your visor. Breathing quickly, you tried to recall how you may have gotten here, propped up against a tree along one of the maintenance roads with your bag awkwardly situated in your lap. You distinctly remembered taking the path you normally took, then getting lost, but then…?

The memories flooded back, and you relaxed against the tree, breathing a relieved sigh that you seemed safe, but most importantly, Tarse kept his word. You reasoned he must have let you out while you still slept, then as you remembered your ankle, tore off your boot and gasped. Instead of the pinkish flesh or a scar, your ankle and foot was completely replaced with a wood-like substance. You touched it, expecting there to be no sensation, but besides the smooth, hard texture and color, it still felt, and looked, like how it normally would. You gaped at this, flexing your foot and then standing, finding it to hold your weight perfectly without any sign of the past injury.

You couldn’t help but smile as you pulled your sock back on, then your boot as you thought of how your friends would react. Surely, you would have to come up with a tale that sounded less farfetched than what truly happened, but it was a challenge you were willing to take. Looking around you, you tried to see if Tarse was still around, but there was no sign of the Wyrm. You wanted to thank him, but reasoned you would have to get back to the trailhead soon, or risk him being discovered by someone else.

With a grateful sigh, you picked up your bag and slung it over your shoulder, using the sun’s position to decide which way down the road to take, and began your trek. It was only a few steps when you groaned, bec