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Pairing: Azriel x fem reader

Word Count: 4.1K

Summary: The start of fairy readers journey and how she ended up in the Night Court. Essentially the start of the love story we all now love <3

Wings Universe - More from this world.

Autumn

Now you weren’t the arrogant kind — Fairies were always known to be humble. It’s why for the most part, your kind kept to your meadows, didn’t construct social hierarchy like Fae, and kept those mesmerising wings hidden.

However you were proud of your skills as a fairy. You were dutiful, talented, and worked incredibly hard. The youngest fairy to ever be enrolled on the fairy council. So the fact you were failing now, was quite a humbling awakening.

You blinked again, Elodie’s panicked voice blurring into the autumn breeze.

Your first stop on your travels was the Autumn Court. Visiting your cousin, who had offered refuge after your reluctant departure from Spring. Although you missed your home terribly, you were really trying to embrace this opportunity— the chance to explore a new court, spend quality time with family, and further your studies on the other seasons. Turning the dire situation you had to abandon into something positive.

However things were not going how you had expected. Apparently Autumn didn’t agree with you as well as Spring always had. 

“Y/N, there are snowdrops…in Autumn,” Elodie's concerned tone broke through. Your gaze hadn’t left the scene in front of you. Dewy snowdrops glistening under the cool autumn sun. 

You swallowed, your throat dry. “I’m aware.”

The snowdrops were your flowers. Beautiful but wrong. Your magic had manifested a spring flower in an Autumn court. Something that should never happen. 

It had been two months. Two months of no problems, and although the autumn shades didn’t necessarily suit you and the breeze didn’t sing as sweet as home, you had managed to settle in. 

You learnt how to get by. However the mess in front of you told you otherwise.

“What are you going to do?” Elodie pressed, her nervousness emitting beside you. You never got things wrong, you were always the one everyone else relied on– Mistakes were a rarity for you.

“Trying to figure that out,” your hands fisted the fabric of your dress at your sides. Your mind whirring as you tried to figure out a plan. The intricacies of your ability had always come so naturally to you in Spring, but grappling with a new season left you fumbling for a solution. 

“What. Are. Those?!” Your cousin's voice hitched in a tight tone, her voice hushing towards the end so as to not draw attention. She stalked over, her autumn-hued dress billowing behind her, hands were flailing towards you as she stormed in your direction.

With a spin you turned to her, stepping in front of the patch of snowdrops that had sprouted— as if she hadn’t already seen the little blooms that seemed to sway in the wind in mockery.

“I don’t understand…you were doing so well. I asked you to help bring the harvest along. You know, pumpkins, squash, apples. Not flowers!” Your cousin’s brows were drawn in tight, confusion and dismay in her tone. You could practically see her mind reeling as she took in the scene before her.

Instinctively your hands came up towards her, creating space, trying to calm the situation.

“I know. It’s just a small hiccup, I can reverse it. It’s fine,” you reassured quickly, not even allowing yourself to fester in the worry. 

You were the youngest fairy on the council you reminded yourself— a mentor to many of your friends and colleagues. This would not phase you.

Rolling your shoulders back, you looked at the taunting flowers straight on. Flexing your fingers as a drop of magic glowing like a little firefly, sunk slowly from your fingertips to the ground. Seeping into the deep earth that was covered in a blanket of burnt coloured leaves. 

A beat passed as the three of you held your breath. The forest seemed to hold it’s breath too, it’s mild wind coming to a silence.

Then, one of the buds quivered slightly, vibrating before it began to shrink and swirl back into the ground it had birthed from. A heavy sigh left your lips, shoulders dropping as Elodie gave you a slight smile. Chewing the inside of your cheek you gave her a knowing wink.

But that moment of relief quickly dissipated. Before your eyes more and more flowers began to spring before you. As though your magic had the opposite effect you had intended. 

Relishing in your victory too early served you your humiliation. Your cheeks turning hot as you watched the disaster unfold in front of you. It was rare for you to fluster, but you could feel the simmering of your pride burn deep within your gut at the sight of your mistake. Eyes wide as the white petals spread further beneath your feet.

This had never happened before.

Your fingers twitched beside your sides. Magic at your fingertips itching to resolve the mess, but your confidence had been knocked. You didn’t fully trust yourself or your ability, and that was a hard acknowledgment to make.

“Okay, you need to leave now.” With a light push, your cousin ushered you away from the disaster you had created.

“What? Wait! Just give me a moment to think. To fix this” You pressed back, your ego not allowing you to submit to this defeat.

“I don’t have time y/n. That Vanserra princling’s on his way, and if he’s anything like his father he will have your head. So leave. I will fix this."

Your expression must have spoken a thousand words, words of vulnerability and insecurity, because your cousin's expression softened for a moment. Bringing you to a quick embrace. 

“Your time in Autumn is up. Mistakes happen, and that’s okay. But it’s time to go.”

“But—“

She cut you off. “No but’s. You’ve both done amazing, but let’s not pretend. This isn’t the place for you, don’t think I hadn’t noticed.” Her expression was warm and understanding, as welcoming as the shades of fall. But despite how welcoming this season had been, it didn’t feel like home. 

“Go explore the land, go find somewhere that feels right y/n,” 

“What if…—” 

What if nowhere felt like home? What if you didn’t fit in anywhere else?

Elodie grabbed your hand with a tug then, someone had winnowed to the outskirts of the field. A figure with fiery hair and a tempered presence.

There was no time for what if’s. So you left. Left your cousin to face the flame, and left to find a new home…if that place even existed.

Winter

“Why are the bears awake?!” There was a scream across the forest that ran through the barren trees. You recognised the tone, one of your Winter mentors no doubt. The shriek so sharp that any remaining creature that slept must have surely been awoken.

“Oh no..” Elodie almost cried, her feet slipping in the snow beside you. You could almost hear her heart pounding in sync with yours.

The bear—the bear you had accidentally woken—groaned and yawned, its massive paws stirring the snow as it pawed at the air, confused and sluggish. Its hibernation had been broken, and it was far too early for it to be awake.

You had been at the Winter Court for only a short time, and already, things were falling apart. The sharp, biting cold of the court was one thing, but the coldness of its people? That had been harder to handle. Their bluntness, their stoic ways, had left you feeling like you were constantly on the edge of doing something wrong. And now… you had.

It seems Autumn was not the only season that didn’t agree with you. 

You blinked back your own tears, swallowing hard as you almost lost your own footing.

“Elodie, help me,” you commanded, snapping into action as you pushed against the bear’s thick fur, trying to guide it back to its den. The beast groaned again, but refused to budge, blinking its sleepy eyes at you.

The entirety of your weight was pushing against the giant bear that groaned against you, your heels digging in deep to act as an anchor in the cold white snow.

No matter how hard you tried, against your advice, the bear wanted to wake. 

“Go back to sleeeeeepp little beearrrr- hicc- pretty pleaseeee” Elodie sang desperately, her voice wobbling with panic.

“Elodie that is not the lullaby,” you hissed, your own frustration bubbling up.

“I know, I’m panicking. I’ve forgotten it, y/n. What is it?” She replied beside you, face squashed against the bear’s fur as she tried with all her might to push the bear back to its bed.

You blinked. You couldn’t remember the song either. 

You pressed harder, trying to remember the words yourself. Your breath was coming in ragged puffs, visible in the freezing air. Your wings, though hidden by magic, felt stiff from the cold, and your fingers ached from pushing against the giant furry animal.

By some stroke of luck after several attempts from Elodie to lull the bear back to sleep, the words of the forest lullaby found your tongue. Your magic flowed with the song, wrapping around the bear in a gentle embrace, lulling it back to sleep. Slowly, so slowly, it began to plod back toward its cave, its massive body sinking into it’s cosy bed deep within the cave.

“We did it,” Elodie breathed, her face as flushed and exhausted as you both slumped into the cold snow beneath you. The bears snoring filling the frosty air. “Maybe we got away with–” before Elodie could even finish her sentence, a shadow cast across you under the winter sun.

Your winter mentor, whose expression was as harsh as the court’s wind. Her cold, judging eyes swept over the scene, her lips pressed into a thin line as her long slender finger pointed towards the border.

Summer

It was everywhere.

Sand that is.

There was sand in your clothes, shoes, hair and even your pretty wings you always kept hidden— but that didn’t matter because that sticky Summer Court breeze would somehow ensure you were absolutely covered in it.

Blinking away yet again another gust of sand in your eye, you sat slouched under the shade of a canopy. 

You were on shell duty today, meaning you had been out in that blistering sun all day. You’d always enjoyed the heat you thought, but perhaps now you realised you enjoyed it in much smaller doses. 

That beacon in the sky felt especially relentless today. Your skin was burning to the touch, head heavy, dry throat and eyes stinging.

With a huff you watched as Elodie came and slumped down beside you. She went to nudge you gently with her shoulder, but you both gagged as your skin stuck and peeled away from one another with sweat. 

“I heard the Day court borders are open…” she muttered, glancing towards you, anticipating your reaction.

You didn’t like giving up. Call it Spring stubbornness, but it wasn’t in your nature.

After a moment you murmured back, “Is there sand in Day?”. You swallowed hard, eyes set ahead on the expansive blue ocean before you, the line where the water met the sky blurring in a haze.

“Not nearly as much as Summer,” Elodie replied in a beat.

You didn’t like giving up. But clearly Summer didn’t agree with you either.

“Let’s go.”

Day

Perhaps it was your series of bad luck that had now left you with an attitude of indifference but as you crouched behind the freshly preened hedge you wondered how quickly your impeccable reputation had crumbled on your travels.

You were now about to commit a crime.

Perhaps crime was a bit dramatic. But trespassing was still trespassing. Trespassing on the High Lords home too.

You had been here over a month now. The Day Court wasn’t unpleasant—far from it. The libraries were vast, the streets safe, and the people, though indulgent, were kind. Yet something within you stirred restlessly, a quiet unease that had only grown with time. You had given it weeks, trying to settle in, hoping the feeling of displacement would fade. But it hadn’t. Every corner of this sunlit paradise felt like it belonged to someone else.

It didn’t feel like home.

So your papers were arranged. Tomorrow, you'd travel to Dawn, hoping to find something there that felt more like yours.

But before you left, there was one thing you had to see. One thing that had tugged at your curiosity since the moment you'd arrived: the Pegasuses. Said to be the pride of the Day Court, magnificent creatures kept under Helion’s personal protection, far from the eyes of the public.

That was why you were here now, slipping through the shadows of Helion’s estate, your heart racing in your chest. The Pegasuses weren’t just for show, or figments of stories; they were alive, breathing, and you wanted—no, needed—to see them yourself. Call it that fairy instinct, but you weren’t leaving till you saw them with your own eyes.

Your path led you through twisting gardens, till you found yourself at the heart of Helion’s estate. You crouched quietly behind the foliage, praying to the mother you’d catch a glimpse of what you’d been searching for.

Your breath caught in your throat. 

There they were. 

An entire herd of them, grazing peacefully. The sunlight gleaming on their coats. A shimmering silver that resembled the glow of your own wings. The sight of them took your breath away. They were even more magnificent than you’d imagined.

So magnificent that just looking wasn’t enough.

With a swift quietness and feather light steps you moved from your hiding place towards the herd. 

If Elodie could see you now, you’d be sure to be scolded. You’d left her with the cute librarian in the city, told her to enjoy her last day. That you still had papers to sort– she didn’t need to be an accomplice in what you were committing. She didn’t need to know.

The Pegasuses flicked their ears, one of them lifting their head to look at you. You froze for a moment, the hairs on your arms rising, anticipating their reaction but as it blew a breath there was an ease that settled over you.

They didn’t shy away, as if they’d always known you were there. As if they had been waiting for you to pluck up the courage to meet them.

Marvellous creatures.

One of them stepped towards you, meeting your hand as it grazed across the plain on its face. Your gaze ran down its back to its wings that stretched out and then flanked back in.

“Well aren’t you beautiful..” You sighed with a smile, your fingers scratching the sweet spot behind its ear, its hoof tapping against the earth as if in agreement.

You’re not sure how time had passed, but it was distant laughter that blew in on a breeze that reminded you just how precarious your situation was.

“Come Rhys, come see my pride and joy…” A voice chimed across the garden.

You didn’t need to stick around to guess whose voice that belonged to, so with a gentle kiss against the velvety nose of the Pegasus you bid your farewell. Quick as a sprite, you slipped back into the shadows.

Just as you reached the edge of the estate, you glanced back over your shoulder. Offering a sweet smile to the Pegasuses you had met, hoping that despite Day not feeling like home your paths would cross with the magnificent creatures again.

It was Azriel who stood by the golden archway in the garden. Watching as Helion presented the treasures he boasted so often about– the beautiful Pegasuses that were now grazing in front of them.

“I would like one..for Feyre,” Azriel heard Rhys try to negotiate with Helion, their voices blending over the soft breeze and rustles from the animals. That he hadn’t even noticed his gaze had fallen elsewhere, all the way to the border of the estate he noticed a rustle in the leaves, a flicker of light perhaps, but there was a faintest scent of something on the wind—a hint of honey and peonies. 

He paused, tilting his head as if attuned to something that beckoned him, though he couldn’t quite place it, but maybe with time he would.

Dawn

Imbuing the sky sounded easy. Fun even– But as you glanced up at the Dawn sky that resembled something more like dusk you swallowed hard. 

The golden hues of the Dawn Court greeted you with a warmth that felt almost too soft. Here, everything shimmered with the glow of early morning—pastel skies, the gentle rustling of trees in the breeze, and the constant hum of quiet tranquillity. It should have felt peaceful. It should have felt right.

But instead, it felt fragile. Like a dream you couldn’t quite hold onto.

You had tried. When you first arrived, you thought maybe this would be the place. The Dawn Court was steeped in a quiet sort of magic—delicate, but powerful. It suited you in theory: a blend of intellect and beauty, the balance of light and creation. You had forced yourself to adapt, to fit into the patterns they laid before you, hoping this time, this Court, would finally feel like home.

But when tasked with the simple task of imbuing the sky, it had stirred something deeper, something darker, and the sky had responded.

You opened your eyes, gasping in horror as you watched the colours bleed across the horizon—not the pale blush of dawn, but the rich, burning tones of dusk. Deep oranges, purples, and indigos streaked across the sky like a wildfire, swallowing the soft morning light with every passing second.

The magic swirled around you like a storm, the sky thick with colour, draping over your skin like an ink-stained canvas. You tried to stop it, to pull it back, but it wouldn’t listen. The darker hues clung to you, soaking into your skin, wrapping around you like tendrils of shadow. 

From dawn to dusk and then to twilight.. 

It was beautiful in a way—if only it wasn’t so terribly wrong.

“Don’t.” You bit out through gritted teeth, stopping Elodie from saying anything. The deep purple hue of sky covered you. The shimmer iridescent resembled something of a paint, but it was almost too beautiful to even be compared to that.

You didn’t even wait for your Dawn mentors to scold you. Simply went to pack your things and leave. 

Lip quivering at another failed court, another failed attempt at finding home.

Night

The Night Court was the only place left. The last court you hadn’t yet tried, the last hope you had of finding where you truly belonged.

Which at this point you felt as though living amongst the thorns of Spring was a better option. You should never have left. Perhaps this was your punishment for abandoning your court, despite having no other option.

Your fingers tried to brush away the sky that was still infused to your skin, you looked ridiculous. As if you’d painted yourself in the night court's colours out of admiration. You were grateful the midnight hues concealed how embarrassed you looked.

The Night Court was a stark contrast to the sunlit lands you had just fled. Shadows danced among the trees, and a cool breeze whispered amongst the glistening stars.

It truly was beautiful.

But there was a looming weight with that realisation. Every court you'd experienced was beautiful– in its own unique way. So why would Night be any different? Why should you believe this would be the court where you truly belonged?

“Papers please,” A soft voice broke through, a female was reading through your documentation. Dorned in a dark robe, Illyarin soldiers flanking her sides.

She quirked a brow as she took in your appearance.

“It’s just sky…” Elodie butted in as if it was a normal occurrence– normal for one to be covered in the celestial shimmers of the sky. You swore you heard the High Fae mutter something under her breath, a small bite about meadow fairies that had the males beside her snicker. However after a quick assessment, she waved you both through. 

You had assumed this admission would feel like every other court, plain, dull, but the moment your feet stepped across the border there was a simmering in your chest. It was as if the Night Court itself was welcoming you, the ancient forest shifting its branches above to clear a path for the stars to twinkle down upon you. The gentle breeze carried the distant melodies of the city, wrapping around you like a soft embrace.

You dared to speak of what you were feeling, but one quick glance at your friend and you could see she felt it too. A twinkle sparkled in her eyes as she shared a smile with you, a silent exchange that spoke of hope and dreams. For the first time in what felt like ages, laughter bubbled between you, light and carefree. You clasped each other’s hands, giggling at the energy and magic you were feeling.

There was something about this place, something that felt so familiar–

So enamoured by your senses you hadn’t even been paying attention when you bumped into something solid.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” you sputtered quickly, a breathless laugh escaping your lips before Elodie gasped, pulling you back into the crowd of newcomers.

“You just bumped into an Illyrian!” she whispered urgently, her wide eyes darting over her shoulder.

Your gaze followed, landing on the broad backs of two towering Illyrian males. One had long, dark hair, loosely tied back, his wings flexing slightly in the night breeze. The other, taller with shadows whispering around him, his presence somehow more commanding– more intriguing. Your eyes lingered on him the longest, an odd tug pulling at your chest.

“Oops…” you shrugged, voice bright with laughter as Elodie tugged you further into the crowd, your chuckles mingling with the hum of the night.

You hadn’t felt this carefree in so long, hadn’t felt this light. As the lights of Velaris approached and the noise of music filled your ears you had a feeling that perhaps this was all going to work out okay.

That perhaps you had found somewhere you belonged after all.

𓇢𓆸

Azriel felt the brush of something against his side and turned slightly, pulling him from his conversation with cassian. They had both been sent to do border control, and had watched an array of individuals enter the court. It was his job as Spymaster after all, whether it be from the shadows or to stand in example at the borders he would vet the newcomers.

The night had been slow, no disturbances, no conflicts– uneventful. Just how he liked it. Only people seeking a fresh start had crossed into Night. He took pride in knowing so many chose his home for that new beginning. He was listening to Cassian as he gushed something about Nesta, when a light nudge to his side had pulled him from conversation.

They stood in the centre of the track that ran from the forest to the city, the two males, a stoic divide, as people flowed around them like a river parting. Except one– you. 

You hadn’t moved around him.

Lightly, as though your thoughts had been tangled with the stars above, you had brushed against Azriel. His shadows hadn’t even warned him of your approach, and for a brief second, his breath caught at the softness of your touch. He turned, drawn to the quiet apology that lingered in the air, following the sound with his eyes.

And there you were.

You shimmered, wrapped in twilight, your skin glistening in the soft hues of the night sky as though the heavens themselves had adorned you. It was hard to distinguish where the night ended and you began, your form almost blending with the dark expanse around you.

But before he could speak, before he could even process what he was feeling, you disappeared into the crowd. A fleeting figure, gone in an instant, leaving him staring after you.

Azriel’s shadows hummed beside him, them too grappling with a need to know more.

He hadn’t caught your name, hadn’t had the chance to see your face clearly, but something about you had gripped him, held him in place. The faint scent of honey and peonies lingered in the air where you'd passed, stirring something deep within him.

Instead of words or answers, Azriel was left with a feeling—a pull. One he couldn't quite explain, but one he hoped to find an answer for.

a/n: Thank you for the wait...but here is the beginning of our favourite fairy and Azriel. I actually started writing this when I was visiting @writingcroissant in Edinburgh and we were sat in a little cafe till 10pm writing our little fics! It was so fun <3 (I'm still awaiting Crush...no pressure ;) ) I'm so glad it's finally finished. It was so hard to keep the stories this short, I feel like I could have easily explored more of fairy's travels in the courts (It wasn't all bad experiences I promise) lots of good memories too, so perhaps I will explore another time. But I hope you enjoyed the little connections to Azriel even though they still don't know each other yet tee hee

This is also dedicated to @searchingforbucky I'm pretty sure you said you were excited to read this/I said I would write something for you (If i have got it wrong, correct me) so here you are my lovely! Thank you for constant support.

Sorry to everyone that there isn't much Azriel and romance in this, Wings really has become a world of it's own at this point but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Please please please let me know what you want from these two next <3 - lottie xxx

Forever tags: @sleepylunarwolf @daily-dose-of-sass @amberlynn98 @marscardigan @illyrianbitch @lilah-asteria

Wings tags: @minaethrym

[sturnioz]

Fb Chris helping bun put shelves up at her place in exchange for head

just realised this will be the first time chris has been at her place .. crazy.

you teeth gnaw at your bottom lip as the door creaks slightly when it opens and chris steps into your small, cluttered bedroom, and you can feel the weight of his presence immediately as he glances around, taking in the trinkets that are sprawled across your desk in silence.

you watch him closely, noticing how his tongue prods at his cheek, a blank expression settling on his face as his gaze lingers on the scattered books and various items you haven't found a place for yet.

"nice room, kid," he murmurs, flicking a sonny angel that teeters on the edge of your desk. it topples over with a loud thump against the wood, and you can see a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"thank you.." you reply quietly, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as your eyes dart away from him, instead looking down on the instruction manual for the shelves you desperately want to put up — the reason why he's here.

getting chris to agree to help you assemble your new shelves was hard.

you easily could've done it yourself, but the thought of dealing with complication instructions alone felt a little overwhelming. so you craved a quick solution, and chris was your first choice... a reluctant one.

you found yourself begging him more than you'd like to admit, refusing to take his initial 'no' as the final word. each time you approached him, he pushed back, his responses short and blunt like always.

but you were persistent, asking again and again until you finally offered him a deal — a promise of something in return which immediately piqued his interest, and much to your surprise, he agreed.

he will put up your shelves, and you will give him head as a thank you.

"let's get this shit over 'n done with," chris says, rolling up his sleeves with an exaggerated sigh. he adjusts the cap on his head, the brim casting a shadow over his eyes as he grabs a piece of wood, inspecting it for a moment as he turns it over in his hands before looking at you. "where d'you even want these?"

you point to the empty wall, your voice hesitant. "uh.. maybe there? above the bed?"

"above the bed?" he repeats, his eyebrow arching sceptically as if you've suggested something stupid. "what? so this shit can fall on you while you're sleepin'? don't be an idiot, kid."

your eyebrows knit together in frustration at his response. then you frown, tilting your head to the side, trying to gauge his reasoning. "then where else?"

"above the desk or somethin', i dunno," he shrugs as if it should be obvious.

you nod slowly, deciding to go with his suggestion as you begin gathering the tools needed for the job, moving around your room, passing each item to him as he calls for it.

the sound of the drill fills the silence, and you can't help but steal glances at chris as he works, the muscles in his arms flexing as he manoeuvres the drill; his brows furrowing deeply, and his jaw tightening with concentration.

a grin spreads across your lips as chris finally steps back, wiping the sweat from his brown with the back of his hand with a huff, surveying his handiwork.

"a'ight, s'all done, kid," he tells you, his fingers flexing as he shifts his gaze between the shelves and you, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "what're you even gonna put on 'em anyway?"

you're already moving, excitement bubbling within you as you start gathering your books and a few artificial miniature plants — the thought of finally organising your space making you happy.

you place the items on the sturdy shelves, arranging them, and adding a few of your favourite scented candles that have been scattered around the room.

"hey, don't put so much shit on it, jesus." chris scoffs, his shoulder hitting yours as he steps closer. he practically pushes you aside, evenly arranging the items you've chosen on the shelves. "gotta leave some space, kid. 'cos if this collapses after i spent my time puttin' it up... m'gonna get pissed."

"your shelves are messy." you counter.

"yeah, but am i gonna cry when it breaks? no. you will though." you try to be offended at that, but there's some truth in his words. you may not shed any tears, but the thought of your new shelves crashing to the ground fills you with a sense of dread. they cost a lot more than you'd anticipated, and the idea of losing them so quickly makes you freeze.

"no i won't.." you protest weakly, though even you can hear the uncertainty in your voice.

"mhm, a'ight," chris hums as he licks his lips, taking a few steps backwards toward your bed as his hand comes down to unbuckle his belt, the metal clanging. "c'mere, bun.. come show me how thankful you are, yeah?"

[will-o--the-wisp]

smut under the cut // MDNI

childe x gn!puppet!reader smut

cw: amab reader, dubcon (comes with being a puppet who doesn't know about the concept of sex), drugging, "human" experimentation, Il Dottore, unintentional aphrodisiac use, masturbation, anal sex.

It always feels cold in the laboratory, the room full of pristine white and cold metal surfaces. The doctor walks around the room, red eyes looking in concentration at the vial of murky liquid in his hand from behind his mask. 

They look at the man from where they are seated in one of the beds. They were called from their little room in the middle of the name, their creator telling them it was time for another experiment. They have a strange feeling travelling through their body, one they have come to associate with being in the laboratory environment. They don’t know what to call it, as they are not familiar with it, but they know that their chest feels tight and their body shakes. 

 “Puppet” The doctor calls their moniker, making them startle. They look up at the man, who is holding a syringe filled with blackish liquid, staring at them with a smile “Arm” He orders, reaching at them with his free hand. 

They don’t want to. They want to say no, to lash out against the man, to fight, but they can’t bring themselves to do it. They were made for this purpose, to be experimented in by the blue haired man in front of them, their creator. They know it will most probably hurt, but a puppet has no meaning if it is discarded by its puppeteer. So they raise their sleeve to their shoulder and offer their arm. 

The liquid doesn’t burn when it enters their bloodstream, and they’re thankful for it. They also don’t feel sleepy or dizzy after a few moments, so they know this is going to be different from the other experiments. 

“Lie down” Dottore orders as he picks up a notebook, where he starts to document the experiment “Acute dose, vial number 63, flaming flower stem extract and energy nectar. Desired effects are vasodilation and altered breath rate” He writes down, mumbling at the same time. 

The puppet looks at the pristine ceiling, feeling surprisingly neutral. Normally, the doctor’s injections have nearly instant consequences on their body. They look at their hands, moving and flexing their arms, but nothing happens. 

“Puppet” Dottore calls for their attention after a few minutes, standing at the side of the bed where they are resting “Effects?” He gets right to the point, no words wasted on his experiment.

“None” their voice feels foreign on their ears, throat rough from unuse. 

The doctor clicks his tongue in annoyance, giving them a look of disdain. He adjusts his coat, making his way to the entrance of the room “I’ll be back in a while” He grumbles as he walks out the space, closing the door behind him. 

They wait for an indefinite amount of time in the same position on the bed, feeling nothing but emptiness and boredom. They sit up in the bed, deciding that they’re safe to do it as nothing seems to be going on. They swing their legs as they hang off the bed, maybe if they move their body around a bit, the medicine will work faster. 

He suddenly feels a bit hot, like they’re a little too big for their skin, close to bursting. It’s uncomfortable, so they take off their long sleeved shirt, letting the air of the lab cool their skin. It feels nice, the contrast of temperature making goosebumps appear on their exposed skin, but it is just a temporary solution. 

The temperature of their skin keeps rising, and they get the instinctual feeling to rub their thighs together. They follow their body and do it, the actual feeling coming from it making a shiver go up their spine. It’s a new sensation and when they look down to see what happened, they only see a strange shape on the crotch of their pants. Now that they think about it, the area around his behind feels strangely wet. 

Concerned about the developments of the situation, one of their hands timidly reaches for the strange shape. The first touch is feather soft on the top of it, but it makes their toes curl in pleasure, their shoulders jumping from the feeling. They feel confused, tears welling up to their eyes at the strange feeling growing inside them as they touch around hesitantly. 

It’s when they have wiggled their pants and underwear a bit down releasing the hard appendage, instinct winning over their scepticism, the door opens again. 

“Dottore! Pantalone is searching for you” It’s one of the other harbingers, the young one with the red hair, he isn't paying attention as he walks in, his eyes focused on the document in his hands. They look at him, frozen in their position. They do not know why, but they feel mortified at the feeling of being caught doing something like this. 

“Dottore? Don’t be a fucker I know-” The tall man stops in his tracks as he lifts head to look in front of him, getting and eyeful of flushed skin and a pretty face. “Oh? Did I walk into something?”  The man says, a teasing smile appearing on his face as he walks closer to where they are seated. “You’re Dottore’s puppet, I’ve seen you before…” His eyes fall down to stare at the other’s problem.

They whimper, getting hotter by the second “Help” they say, feeling parched and craving something, but they don’t know what it is. “It feels weird…” They whine, palming their dick with a clumsy hand. 

The eyes of the man get darker as his smile grows “don’t worry dear” He coos, resting his hands in the puppets waist, rubbing their flushed skin softly with his thumbs. They feel almost cold in contrast to their feverish skin “I’ll make you feel so much better, just you wait.” The man kneels down before the bed, softly taking off the remaining of their clothing. “The name is Tartaglia, you’ll remember that right dear?”

“Tartaglia” They repeat, the sound of his name in such a sweet tone sending a shiver down Childe’s spine.  He shifts his hands, one moving to lift their legs to their chest while the other one explores down to their ass. The touch feels foreign on their skin, the muscles tensing and relaxing as the fingers make their way down, but they can’t deny that it feels extremely good, much different from the rough grabs from his usual caretaker.  

“Fuck” Tartaglia curses as he massages their hole, feeling the wetness dripping out the tight entrance. “Dottore made you self lubricated? I can’t believe it, you were made for this, sweetheart.”

They don’t understand what he means, but that thought gets discarded when Tartaglia slowly pushes in one of his sturdy long fingers. It feels like pure bliss washes over them, but it’s not enough, the fire in his veins getting hotter now that it’s been fed the first tastes of this overwhelming pleasure. 

“More” They whimper, trying to wriggle their hips to just get a bit more stimulation, desperate for anything and everything.

“Be patient” Comes the response from Tartaglia, but he picks up the pace, adding another finger when he feels no resistance to his movements. He stares at the blissed out face of the puppet, almost giggling at the fact that they are so gone with merely two fingers in them. “You want to be good right? Good for Tartaglia who is threatening you well?” He asks as he starts pushing the fingers in and out at an even pace, trying his best to explore all of the gummy walls. 

“‘M good” Comes their response in the form of a moan. The feeling of pleasure is overwhelming, whatever concoction Dottore had injected into them making their brain melt under the pressure of those fingers. Through their tear filled eyes they stare at the flushed face of the handsome man in front of them, an unquenchable thirst for more rattling his system. “Need more” Their speech is devolving into babbles, tears streaming down his face. 

“Seeing as you are so desperate, I’ll do as you wish” Childe frees their legs from where they were pressed into their chest, letting them fall into the bed, where they stay, shaking. He unzips his pants, moving his clothing around to let his cock spring free. “Let’s have fun, dear” He grabs one of their thighs, getting them close to the edge of the bed and aligning himself with their entrance. 

He wastes no time, pushing in until his pelvis meets the puppets' ass. “You’re incredibly tight” Childe grits through his teeth, struggling to contain himself “Fuck, how do you feel so good?” He leans down, sprinkling kisses in the other’s throat. 

They’re too far gone to answer any question, the sensation of fullness from the penetration hitting them like no other drug has done before. They feel like they are in heaven and hell at the same time, overwhelmed and in the same breath pleading for more. 

Childe starts with slow thrusts, but it doesn’t take long for him to start a harder pace, slick sounds filling the room as he manhandles the puppet’s body to meet his thrusts. 

“I-” The puppet slurs, feeling a knot form in their lower belly “I feel- It’s going-” They babble more, incapable of communicating their sensations effectively. 

“Oh? You’re close, baby?” Tartaglia smirks, thrusting like a man possessed, quick and hard. “You can cum whenever you want dear.” He changes the angle of the trusts, hitting a sensitive spot inside of the puppet, making them moan even louder. 

They feel incredibly close, so when Tartaglia closes a hand around their length as he bullies that spot inside them, their back arches and they cum. It’s their first time feeling such an overwhelming feeling of pleasure, it washes over them like a tidal wave, their vision whitening out as their cum spills on their belly. Their body relaxes at once, riding their orgasm as Childe’s thrusts become erratic. 

“Fuck” Tartaglia gives one last thrust as he fills them with his cum, collapsing on top of them on the bed. 

They feel comforted by the weight of the tall man on top of them and the softening heat inside of them, passing out as static hums through their brain.

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Scott Eikenboom

Dutch / English

Slight accent on certain vowels.

Music / Art Teacher at Shane's school.

Julian's childhood friend, often seen at the Social Centre to hang out with the Director.

Often plays Guitar for the kids.

Handyman, tinkerer - fix-it-up extraordinaire.

Chronic back pain / sciatica sufferer.

A single man living a single man's life, twice divorced and childless, Scott's a man without much more in the tank in his own mind. Pushing forty-four and busy with just working his life away as a Teacher, he doesn't really have much in terms of anything to offer others. Though he can be a handy man around his Grandmothers, ( aka; family friend / neighbour sister of his mothers ), apartment complex, he isn't much else but just a happy guy living his happy single life.

He doesn't do much in terms of hobbies nor flexing his money, but a simple lifestyle of just doing whatever it is he wants. Sure, it's seen and judged by others a lot but in all honesty - it's only so much he can deal with. He isn't one to hang out in crowds or groups for drinking, he isn't a fan of afterwork gatherings either, though it isn't due to being antisocial or asocial, he's just - a little more private for that stuff. Drinking for the sake of socialising has never been his strongest labours when trying to just get along with people.

Scott is very easy to get along with when at work or in public, he masks so well for a man that's just not into bonding deeper than needed in the moment. He loves his work, he loves the stress that comes with it too, though he does believe it'll take him to an early grave sometimes - but it is his passion. Music, he guesses would be a hobby, he is rather talented on various instruments, violin, piano, guitar for a start. In Art too, a class he covers from time to time at current due to the main tutor being off for maternity leave, he thrives of the creation of kids just being kids.

He has his own apartment, neighbours on both sides, currently his newest is Otis who is a gem and a widow like himself that just needs a helping hand every now and again. And on the other side, is Inoue Nori. Another quiet widowed man, though from what he has heard of the rumour mill, it was a much more darker end for his husband. It pains him sometimes but again, he isn't to invade their space, they are polite and greet each other most days when they catch each other. Scott's rather fond of his current apartment neighbours, he does his best to help them all out too in terms of fixing anything, a part of him that owes it to his grandmother since she's getting on in age and money for such small jobs was insane to keep up with.

That being said, he isn't a magic man but he's got enough interests in basic DIY for households and tinkering fingers to find solutions for temporary safety. A few years back, he was a boiler man without ever being qualified simply because he learned how to dismantle it completely to solve an issue one of the families beneath his apartment was struggling with. Thankfully he wasn't done in by any authorities, ahem.

Either way, he's getting on with life and thriving in his own path of doing things.

[finxelis]

From Vision to Victory: How Finxelis Fuels the Blockchain Boom

The blockchain space is buzzing, and if you’ve been keeping an eye on the market, you’ve likely felt the heat of its latest shakeups. Big players are making bold moves, venture capital is pouring in, and the promise of a decentralized future is starting to feel less like hype and more like reality. But what’s really driving this shift? Let’s dive into the chaos and clarity of it all, where platforms like Finxelis are quietly shaping how we navigate this wild digital frontier.

Picture this: Crossmint, a name that’s been lighting up the blockchain adoption scene, just pulled in $23.6 million in funding. That’s not pocket change—it’s a war chest aimed at rewiring the global economy, one decentralized thread at a time. Their game plan? Make blockchain so seamless that businesses—big and small—can’t help but jump on board. This cash injection signals something bigger: VCs are betting heavy on infrastructure that bridges the old financial world with the new. And with Crossmint’s knack for simplifying the complex, they’re positioning themselves as the go-to for enterprises ready to dip their toes into the on-chain waters. The market’s buzzing with optimism, but there’s a lingering question—can they deliver on the hype?

Meanwhile, Coinbase isn’t sitting idle. They’ve dropped a new feature that’s got traders and DeFi diehards talking: verified pools. It’s a slick move to shine a light on liquidity, giving users a front-row seat to where the action’s happening. For anyone who’s ever wrestled with slippage or murky price discovery, this is a breath of fresh air. Real-time transparency isn’t just a buzzword here—it’s a tool that could tighten up the whole ecosystem. Coinbase is playing the long game, building trust in a space where skepticism still lingers, and it’s hard not to see this as a power flex in the race to dominate decentralized finance.

So, what ties these moves together? It’s the relentless push toward a blockchain-driven world that’s accessible, transparent, and—dare we say it—mainstream. Crossmint’s expansion is about onboarding the uninitiated, while Coinbase’s verified pools are about keeping the seasoned players in the game with better intel. Both are betting on a future where digital assets aren’t just for the crypto bros but for anyone with a pulse and a wallet. And that’s where the Finxelis platform analysis comes in—it’s a lens into how these shifts ripple through the market, offering traders and investors a way to ride the wave without getting drowned in the noise.

The beauty of this moment is how it’s opening doors. Platforms like Finxelis are thriving in this chaos, serving up tools that make sense of the madness. Whether you’re a newbie eyeballing your first trade or a grizzled vet chasing liquidity, the ecosystem’s evolving to meet you where you stand. Finxelis, with its focus on user-friendly blockchain solutions, fits right into this narrative—less friction, more action. It’s not about forcing adoption; it’s about making the leap feel inevitable.

But let’s not kid ourselves—there’s still risk in the air. The blockchain boom is a high-stakes gamble, and not every player will cash out a winner. Crossmint’s millions could fuel a revolution or fizzle into a costly experiment. Coinbase’s transparency play might tighten markets or just add another layer of complexity. Yet, the momentum’s undeniable. The Finxelis platform analysis underscores this: adoption’s accelerating, and the tools to harness it are sharper than ever.

Where does this leave us? On the edge of something massive. Blockchain’s no longer a fringe dream—it’s a machine grinding toward maturity. Crossmint and Coinbase are just the tip of the spear, and platforms like Finxelis are the backbone keeping it all within reach. Want to see where this ride takes you? Check out https://www.finxelis.com/ and peek into the future of finance, one block at a time.

[kratosglass]

Advanced Glass Solutions: A Focus on Bullet-Resistant and Laminated Glass by Kratos

Glass technology has revolutionized the security and architectural industries, offering innovative solutions to meet modern challenges. Among the leaders in this field, Kratos Glass excels in manufacturing high-performance bullet-resistant and laminated glass, designed for a wide range of applications, from armored vehicles to high-security buildings.

Bullet-Resistant Glass: Advanced Protection Without Compromise

Kratos Glass specializes in producing both flat and curved bullet-resistant glass tailored to counteract the force and penetration of projectiles. This specialized glass comprises multiple layers of varying glass types, intricately bonded with polyvinyl butyral (PVB) interlayers. Polycarbonate, a highly durable thermoplastic, is integrated to absorb impact energy, preventing spall and ensuring that the glass flexes rather than shatters upon contact.

The key to Kratos' excellence lies in its meticulous attention to the refractive index during the bonding process. This ensures optical clarity and an undistorted view through the glass—a critical feature for applications requiring precision and reliability, such as armored vehicles or security checkpoints.

Kratos' bullet-resistant glass is available in thicknesses ranging from 24 mm to 75 mm, designed to meet diverse threat levels and client requirements. Each product is backed by international certifications and a two-year ballistic performance warranty, making Kratos a trusted name in protective solutions.

Applications of Bullet-Resistant Glass

Kratos bulletproof glass finds its application in:

Armored Vehicles: Providing lightweight yet effective protection, Kratos glass is indispensable for military, law enforcement, and VIP transport vehicles.

Banks and Financial Institutions: Reinforced glass ensures security against potential threats while maintaining transparency for day-to-day operations.

Consulates and Embassies: High-security glass protects sensitive facilities against ballistic threats.

Retail and Jewelry Stores: Bullet-resistant solutions deter theft attempts and safeguard valuable assets.

By offering lightweight designs without compromising on durability, Kratos ensures that each product meets the client’s specific operational and aesthetic needs.

Laminated Glass: Versatile Safety Solutions

In addition to bulletproof glass, Kratos Glass is a premier manufacturer of laminated glass, available in both flat and curved forms. Laminated glass consists of two or more layers of glass bonded with interlayers of PVB or ethylene-vinyl acetate (EVA). This interlayer acts as an adhesive, holding the glass together in the event of breakage. This structure not only enhances safety but also ensures optical clarity, UV protection, sound insulation, and flexibility.

Key Features of Laminated Glass

Impact Resistance: Laminated glass is designed to stay intact upon impact, reducing the risk of injury from flying shards.

Sound Insulation: The interlayer dampens sound vibrations, making it ideal for urban or noisy environments.

UV Protection: Laminated glass filters harmful UV rays, protecting interiors and occupants from long-term damage.

Customization: Kratos offers tailor-made solutions to meet architectural or security requirements, ensuring versatility in design.

Applications of Laminated Glass

Laminated glass is widely used across various sectors, including:

Automotive Industry: Car windshields and side windows are manufactured using laminated glass for enhanced safety.

High-Security Facilities: Laminated glass is utilized in banks, police stations, and currency exchange offices to prevent forced entry and safeguard valuables.

Retail Spaces: Shopping malls and jewelry stores often use laminated glass to combine aesthetic appeal with security.

Government and Military Infrastructure: Guard towers and consulates rely on laminated glass for durable and protective glazing solutions.

Innovation and Quality Assurance

At Kratos, innovation and quality go hand in hand. Their production techniques ensure adherence to international standards, delivering products that meet stringent safety and performance benchmarks. Kratos' state-of-the-art manufacturing processes and focus on optical clarity make their products a benchmark in the industry.

Kratos Glass not only prioritizes safety and functionality but also provides aesthetically pleasing designs tailored to client specifications. By incorporating modern design principles with proven safety technologies, they have successfully bridged the gap between security and innovation.

Why Choose Kratos Glass?

Proven Expertise: With years of experience in the security and architectural glass industry, Kratos has built a reputation for excellence.

Certified Products: All products meet international safety standards, ensuring reliability and performance.

Customization: Clients receive tailor-made solutions suited to their unique requirements.

Durability: Kratos products are built to withstand harsh conditions, ensuring long-term use and satisfaction.

Customer Support: From design to installation, the Kratos team provides end-to-end support, ensuring a seamless experience.

Conclusion

Kratos Glass stands at the forefront of glass technology, offering high-quality bullet-resistant and laminated glass for diverse applications. Their commitment to innovation, safety, and client satisfaction has made them a leader in the field. Whether you’re securing a facility, enhancing vehicle protection, or looking for sound-resistant and UV-protective glazing, Kratos Glass delivers solutions you can trust. With certified products, cutting-edge designs, and unmatched expertise, Kratos Glass continues to redefine safety and innovation in the glass industry.

Contact Kratos Glass today to explore how their specialized glass solutions can meet your security and design needs. Together, let’s build a safer, more resilient world! Bulletproof Glass Manufacturer

[grandpasauce]

@arlathvhenan tagged me for some WIP goodness so here, have this unfinished WIP that’s been sitting in my notes app for an undetermined amount of time.

This is set a few years after Trespasser.

Solas/f!Lavellan obvs

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This is something that dawns on her one grueling evening, when the hairs on her neck stand on-end. She’s in an abandoned temple—ancient and degraded enough to be mistaken for any of the Evanuris’—where vines entrench the crippled mosaics, uproot long-standing pillars and make home between the rubble. And that’s all it really is: Rubble. That Solas values it more than the lives of every living creature doesn’t make it anything more.

The thought lurches her stomach, perseveres despite the dread that braces her body the moment she senses someone nearby. Venatori, most likely. She’s barely evaded them three days now. Comparable to ants, typically, but three days of brisk and sleepless travel make even her muscles weary. Not only that—her mana is nearly sapped. And she’s never been one for hand to hand combat, lyrium-laden prosthetic aside.

“You must leave.”

That’s when she realizes it’s probably not Venatori. Turns out, she would have preferred Venatori.

He’s indistinct—shaded by the backdrop of that blasted, blistering northern sun—but his voice is unmistakeable. Solas stands under the archway of a glimmering ruin, obstructing her only exit from the shrine. Figures she would have sought refuge in the one fully enclosed space this wreckage offered.

“The Venatori make to surround you.” Solas continues, evenly. Sunlight glares off the point of his golden shoulder plate. “They will not wait much longer.”

She scoffs, “You don’t say.”

“I will not ask why you were out here alone.”

“Alright.”

“Nevertheless, you must leave. There is nothing for you—“

“—what are you doing here?” She cocks her head, “How did you find me?”

He’s quiet then, moves out of the walkway until she’s able to make out his features entirely. There’s a heaviness under his eyes, something hard in the crease of his brow she’s not comfortable seeing. The air fluxes, pressing against her—a split moment of contortion as though reality were flickering around him. And yet, it is all so familiar to her. The makings of him are seared into her memory even still, like his face were as commonplace as the back of her hand. She hasn’t seen it in years. She sometimes wonders if she’d even recognize her own hand, were it to reappear by some miracle. Now she knows. She would.

She would.

“They are my doing.” Solas says evenly. “And, as such, I will deal with them. I’d prefer it were you gone before that happens.”

Danyla nods, thoughtfully.

When she doesn’t move, Solas inclines his head ever so. “You will leave, then?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Where do you suggest I go, Solas?” She shrugs, “You’ve said as much—they’ve surrounded me.”

“If you make haste, you may—“

“—and why would I do that?” Danyla snaps. “I’ve been running for days. I’m exhausted. If you’re going to kill them anyways, I’ll just wait until then.”

Solas’ jaw flexes, gaze hovering over her shoulder while he deliberates. Or fumes. It’s reasonable to assume there’s a factor beyond Danyla’s Safety that begs her absence. She can’t begin to theorize what, but it’s causing him enough strife to make her curious.

Solas nods after a few moments. “I may have a solution.”

There is an eluvian nearby, apparently. Solas shows her to it, only a few minutes walk from the ruined temple, through an illusory tangle of verdant shrubbery. His steps fall uncannily silent as they walk. She follows in his shadow, paying close mind to keep him decidedly ahead of her.

Once they arrive, his eyes flash—the mirage dispelled—and he motions for her to enter the unveiled eluvian.

“You first,” She insists.

They emerge somewhere in the crossroads—at least, that is what she deduces. The room is dilapidated, stone ceiling crumbling into a crude skylight, and the kaleidoscope of colors that filters in is recognizable—in an unnerving and otherworldly sort of way. Otherwise, she might have mistaken their surroundings for an old, elvhen room somewhere in Thedas. There’s no windows, just stone walls smothered with tattered bookcases and veilfire sconces. If not for the four poster bed in the center, she’d equate the space to the Vir Dirthara.

It’s certainly derelict enough to compare. She nearly falls flat over something the moment she walks forward.

“What is this place?” Danyla asks, squinting into the darkness—the aperture in the ceiling only lending so much aid. “It’s a mess.”

“I have not used this refuge for some time,” Solas stands beside her, hands clasped behind his back. “You will not remain here long, I assure you—and we have limited options, as you seem fit to remind me.”

“Oh—it’s ‘we’ now, is it?” Danyla bites back, if a little lackluster considering her preoccupation with the skylight. Or rather, the writing desk hovering precariously over the skylight. At first, she thinks it merely crossroad debris—but it fails to drift along with the rest after a time.

Solas sighs, a sound both exasperated and resigning. Her chest aches.

She looks at him, the corner of her mouth twitching at the unimpressed quirk of his brow.

“Well, go on.” She waves him off. He blinks, igniting the room’s veilfire. It washes the bookshelves blue and flutters across Solas’ pensive demeanor. He leaves her, then, with the halfhearted request to not touch anything, though he doubtlessly knows she will.

She is tired, though, and figures if there were anything damning to be found, Solas wouldn’t have left her here to begin with. So her snooping is more cursory than inquisitive, picking at the plethora of books that have managed surprisingly well through the ages. Most of them are not new to her, recommended once upon a time by Solas himself. He apparently has favorites.

When her reading grows stale, she checks on the writing desk from before, finding it tempting only for the fact that it eludes her. The eluvian’s reflection allows her to cantrip the muck of the past three days from her gear, her face, and her gnarled knot-of-a-braid.

Then, she sleeps—too exhausted to bother with sitting up worried for the safety of a figure from legend. If there is mercy to be spared, let it be granted to the Venatori. Solas had a way of terrorizing even hardened Ben-Hassrath before their deaths. Maybe wariness would be the wiser reaction under the care of such a man—if she could even call him one anymore. But she’s also wise enough to understand if Solas wanted her dead, she would be. That he even cared to warn her of the Venatori shows he is not entirely lost. Not yet.

She will be gone from him soon, regardless.

She wakes to a shift in light. It flits against her eyelids, lulling her from slumber until she notices him. His feet settle near the foot of the bed, like he were touching ground from the air. And then she realizes, perhaps that is exactly what he was doing. The implications of flight magic are too exhaustive for her to ponder so soon after waking up, though, so she files the thought away for another time.

His back is to her, but he knows she’s awake. The shadowy drape of his robe drifts to a stillness against his knees, and she considers how she misses his old attire. Homely as it might have been to some, at least it would be familiar.

“How long have I been asleep?” She utters, rolling her neck in a stretch. The bed is massive. The ancient elves were not gargantuan in stature, but the furniture certainly gave that impression.

“Not long. You are free to go.” Solas says, still turned from her. He strides to the eluvian, activating it wordlessly before finally regaling her with, at least, the side of his face. He’s expectant, and strangely eager to be rid of her.

She decides not to comment that only prisoners go free.

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Thanks for tagging me!!!!

[greataxe]

⇝ @lolthsc4ped

the air is still hot with tension, the ghost of raphael's hell blazing aura changes the once calm environment. balthazar can still feel the clenching of his muscles and rising of his anger. had they needed to fight a devil, he was going to go down with a mighty yell of rage. not even this 'raphael' would steal his glory. the barbarian half sits on a stool that is a little too small for him and is toying with a small wooden figurine of a dwarven warrior. it was a carving that his father made for him whenever he was younger. the thought of father causing his frown to deepen. there is temptation to call back raphael and perhaps exchange something for information about his father. was he alive? injured? or worse . . . a mind flayer? all he wanted were answers and it was getting frustrating feeling like they were all running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

a sigh falls from him as he glances around at the tent he resides in. there is animal fur, his great axe, a few worn books scattered around, and a few miscellaneous small trinkets. the space looked like a working table where balthazar was making crafts. it was a secret - but he was attempting to make his new friends pieces of jewelry for them to remember him. this adventure could end at any moment. they could find a solution for their brain worms tomorrow or they could finally turn. a cold shiver runs down his spine at the thought of it. lae'zel had once described what happens whenever a person turns. 'flesh turns into gore' is what she said.

attention draws towards the approaching companion. despite anxiety making chest feel tight and breathing shallow, he manages a smile. ❝ are you coming to see what i make of our unwanted visitor? devils aren't to be trusted. they feed off the desperate and hungry like rabid dogs. if i must lose my soul, then i will go down fighting with it. ❞ hands flex around the wooden trinket he holds tightly. ❝ what is your verdict about raphael's offer? ❞

[stratuspropertygroup]

Atlanta Flex Spaces

Discover the Dynamic World of Flex Spaces in Atlanta

In the heart of Atlanta, where businesses pulsate with innovation and adaptability to meet the ever-shifting market demands, a revolutionary concept has emerged: Flex Space. This transformative approach to workspace solutions has redefined the landscape for companies seeking agility and versatility. Explore the advantages that flex spaces offer, tailored to meet the diverse needs of modern businesses.

Unveiling Flex Space: A Tailored Solution

Flex space, synonymous with flexible office space or coworking environments, epitomizes dynamism, offering businesses specific office solutions. Unlike conventional office setups, flex spaces offer versatile work environments that seamlessly adapt to specific business requirements. From customizable layouts to scalable options, these spaces boast modern amenities, cutting-edge infrastructure, and a thriving community of professionals—a perfect fit for startups, small enterprises, and corporations alike.

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In Atlanta's competitive business landscape, flex spaces stand as a beacon of innovation, offering agility, cost-effectiveness, and a vibrant community. Whether you're a burgeoning startup or an established enterprise, flex spaces provide the ideal environment to thrive and achieve your goals. Explore the possibilities of a flex space and embark on a journey towards dynamic and inspiring workspaces—your gateway to success in the evolving business landscape. Ready to secure the perfect flex space for your business? Contact Stratus Property Group today to secure a new home for your business!

[tnsigns]

Event Signage Solutions: Make Your Event Stand Out

Whether it's a corporate conference, a grand wedding, or a local trade show, the success of any event often depends on the details—and signage is one of the most crucial details you can’t afford to ignore. Effective event signage guides attendees, highlights your brand, and elevates the overall atmosphere. If you're looking for top-notch event signage solutions in Tamil Nadu, https://tnsigns.in/ is your go-to destination.

Why Event Signage Matters

Event signage is more than just decoration. It plays multiple roles:

Guiding guests with clear directions

Promoting sponsors or brand identity

Enhancing the aesthetic appeal of your venue

Communicating key information like schedules, zones, and policies

Whether it's a directional sign or a large format welcome board, the design, placement, and quality of the signage can influence how attendees perceive your event.

To ensure a professional look and cohesive theme, https://tnsigns.in/ provides comprehensive signage solutions tailored to any event style or size.

Types of Event Signage

Here are some essential types of signage you may need for your next event:

1. Welcome Sign Boards

Set the tone from the moment guests arrive. Welcome boards introduce your event, feature your logo or hashtag, and create the first impression. At https://tnsigns.in/, you can choose from LED, ACP, acrylic, or flex-based welcome boards that align with your brand style.

2. Directional Signage

Avoid confusion at large venues. Directional signs help attendees find stages, restrooms, food counters, and more. These signs are especially helpful for conferences, exhibitions, and festivals.

3. Sponsor & Branding Boards

Highlighting sponsors through custom signage ensures visibility and adds professionalism. Whether it’s a simple vinyl print or a backlit LED board, https://tnsigns.in/ offers stunning sponsor display boards to elevate the sponsor experience.

4. Stage & Backdrop Signage

Stage signs and photo backdrops are ideal for branding and social media exposure. Whether you're planning a corporate seminar or a birthday bash, backdrops with bold graphics and lighting can create a memorable visual impact.

Customization That Matches Your Theme

Every event is unique, and so should its signage. From fonts to colors to materials, https://tnsigns.in/ allows complete customization to align with your event theme. Want rustic wedding boards? Neon signage for a music night? Minimalistic black-and-white for a corporate meet? They’ve got it all covered.

With expert designers and in-house production, https://tnsigns.in/ ensures your signage not only looks great but also remains consistent across the event space.

Why Choose TN Signs for Your Event Signage?

Here’s why top brands and event planners across Tamil Nadu trust https://tnsigns.in/:

✅ Fast Turnaround Times – Deadlines are tight during event planning. TN Signs ensures on-time delivery without compromising quality. ✅ Quality Materials – From durable ACP to vibrant acrylic, their material choices ensure your signage stands out and lasts. ✅ Creative Support – Not sure how to design your signs? Their in-house creative team helps you conceptualize your event signage from scratch. ✅ Installation Service – TN Signs also offers on-site installation support for large boards or complicated setups.

Real Events. Real Impact.

Many Chennai-based weddings, expos, and corporate functions have benefited from signage crafted by https://tnsigns.in/. From glowing couple name boards at receptions to multi-panel displays at tech conferences, their team has the experience to make your event shine.

Final Thoughts

When done right, signage becomes part of the experience—seamlessly blending utility with aesthetics. Whether you're organizing a private event or a public affair, investing in professional signage is not just smart—it’s essential.

Need event signage that leaves a lasting impression? Visit https://tnsigns.in/ and get started today. From design to delivery, they are committed to making your event not just visible, but unforgettable.

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Flexible Printed Circuit Boards Market Driven by Consumer Electronics Demand

Flexible Printed Circuit Boards (FPCBs) are thin, bendable interconnect solutions that enable complex circuit designs in compact form factors. These boards consist of a flexible polymer substrate, conductive copper traces, and protective coverlays, offering significant advantages such as reduced weight, enhanced heat dissipation, and higher reliability compared to rigid PCBs. FPCBs are increasingly adopted in smartphones, wearable devices, automotive sensors, medical equipment, and aerospace systems, responding to the industry’s push for miniaturization, flexibility, and rugged performance.

The flexibility of these circuits not only simplifies assembly but also opens up new market opportunities in three-dimensional packaging and foldable gadgets. Continuous advancements in material science and manufacturing processes are driving down production costs while improving signal integrity and durability. Market research suggests that rapid innovation in consumer electronics, coupled with the rising demand for lightweight and high-performance components, is fueling Flexible Printed Circuit Boards Market­­­ growth. In addition, stringent space and weight constraints in automotive and aerospace applications further underscore the need for flexible interconnect solutions.

The flexible printed circuit boards market is estimated to be valued at USD 27.02 Bn in 2025 and is expected to reach USD 57.53 Bn by 2032. It is projected to grow at a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 11.4% from 2025 to 2032. Key Takeaways

Key players operating in the Flexible Printed Circuit Boards Market are:

-Samsung Electro-Mechanics

-NOK Corporation

-Flex Ltd.

-Jabil Inc.

-Fujikura Ltd.

These market leaders leverage strong R&D capabilities and strategic partnerships to maintain competitive market share. Samsung Electro-Mechanics invests heavily in advanced material research to deliver high-density interconnect solutions, while NOK Corporation focuses on automotive-grade FPCBs that meet stringent quality standards. Flex Ltd. utilizes its global footprint and contract manufacturing expertise to serve diverse industry segments, driving overall market revenue. Jabil Inc. offers integrated design-to-production services, enhancing supply chain efficiency and reducing time-to-market. Fujikura Ltd. emphasizes continuous innovation in multilayer flexible circuits, targeting next-generation foldable displays and wearable devices. Collectively, these market companies shape market dynamics through collaborative product launches, mergers, and acquisitions, as outlined in leading market reports.

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In today’s competitive market, packaging plays a pivotal role in not just protecting your product but also promoting your brand. If you're looking for a packaging solution that’s versatile, cost-effective, and sustainable, Filton Packaging’s flexible packaging is the perfect choice for your business.What is Flexible Packaging?Flexible packaging refers to any packaging material that can bend or flex easily without breaking. Unlike rigid containers, flexible packaging comes in a wide range of forms, including pouches, bags, wraps, and films. It’s ideal for everything from food and beverages to household products and personal care items.Why Choose Flexible Packaging?Cost-Effective: Flexible packaging is typically more affordable than traditional rigid packaging, saving you money on materials and transportation. Its lightweight nature also helps reduce shipping costs.Sustainability: Filton Packaging offers eco-friendly flexible packaging options, designed to be recyclable, compostable, or made from renewable resources. With growing consumer demand for sustainable products, this is a great way to align your brand with environmentally conscious practices.Durability & Protection: Despite being lightweight, flexible packaging offers excellent durability and protection for your products. It prevents leaks, keeps contents fresh, and protects against moisture, light, and air—ensuring your product reaches customers in perfect condition.Branding Flexibility: Flexible packaging offers a smooth surface for high-quality printing, making it perfect for showcasing vibrant, eye-catching designs. Whether you need stand-up pouches or custom-shaped bags, flexible packaging gives your brand the flexibility to stand out on the shelf.Space-Efficient: Flexible packaging is easy to store and transport, as it takes up less space compared to bulky rigid containers. This makes it a perfect choice for businesses looking to optimize their supply chain and reduce storage costs.Who Can Benefit from Flexible Packaging?From food products like snacks and beverages to pet food, cosmetics, and pharmaceuticals, flexible packaging offers a wide range of applications across industries. It is particularly well-suited for brands looking to combine sustainability with convenience, without sacrificing quality or protection.Ready to Make the Switch?If you're looking to modernize your packaging while staying cost-effective and sustainable, Filton Packaging’s flexible packaging solutions are the ideal choice. With customizable options and high-quality materials, you can create packaging that enhances your product’s appeal while meeting the growing demands for sustainability.Explore Filton’s range of flexible packaging today and take your products to the next level!

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Our Manhattan Flexible Office and Workspace Providers Directory profiles the 57 office providers and workspace operators that offer flexible business space solutions in over 110 districts across the borough.

The flex space brands within the directory offer flexible workspace solutions in 279 buildings in Manhattan, and they are all featured.

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Trusted Endotracheal Tubes Manufacturers in India – Why SurgiKart Leads the Way

In the field of critical care and respiratory management, the demand for high-quality endotracheal tubes is crucial. Whether in the operating theatre or the ICU, the use of reliable and sterile medical devices can be the difference between life and death. Among the top endotracheal tubes manufacturers in India, one name that consistently stands out is SurgiKart. With decades of experience, an advanced manufacturing infrastructure, and a global presence, SurgiKart has earned a trusted reputation in the medical devices industry—both in India and abroad.

Understanding the Role of Endotracheal Tubes in Modern Healthcare

Endotracheal tubes are essential in airway management for patients who are under anesthesia, critically ill, or unable to breathe independently. These tubes are inserted into the trachea to ensure that the airway remains open, allowing mechanical ventilation or the administration of anesthetic gases. Because they are used in high-risk, life-supporting situations, the design, material, sterility, and reliability of endotracheal tubes must meet the highest medical standards.

This is where top-tier endotracheal tubes manufacturers in India like SurgiKart play a vital role. A poorly designed tube or lack of proper sterilization can lead to complications such as infections, improper ventilation, or trauma to the trachea. With this in mind, the demand for precision-engineered, compliant, and safe devices is at an all-time high.

Why SurgiKart is a Leading Choice Among Endotracheal Tubes Manufacturers in India

SurgiKart, headquartered in New Delhi, is not just another manufacturer—it is a symbol of innovation, compliance, and quality in the medical device industry. With over 25 years of experience and exports to more than 52 countries, the company has carved a niche in multiple verticals, including infusion therapy, surgery, gastroenterology, and more. Its expertise in developing endotracheal tubes that are both effective and globally certified makes it a leader in this highly regulated space.

One of the standout factors that differentiates SurgiKart from other endotracheal tubes manufacturers in India is its state-of-the-art manufacturing facility. Equipped with Class 10,000 clean rooms, ETO gas sterilization plants, and automated testing machinery, the production environment ensures absolute hygiene and accuracy in every product batch. The company also holds ISO 13485:2003 certification and CE markings, while select products are approved under the US FDA 510(k) process.

Strict Adherence to Global Quality Standards

SurgiKart's commitment to quality control and product compliance ensures that every unit manufactured is thoroughly tested and validated. As part of its stringent quality assurance process, each endotracheal tube undergoes multiple checks for tensile strength, kink resistance, balloon inflation (in cuffed versions), and sterility validation. This meticulous approach is one of the many reasons why SurgiKart is counted among the most reliable endotracheal tubes manufacturers in India.

The company’s focus on R&D and continual product innovation also means that it can meet the evolving demands of hospitals, clinics, and healthcare professionals. Whether it is a standard endotracheal tube or a specialized version like a reinforced or preformed tube, SurgiKart has the capability and technical expertise to deliver exceptional quality.

Custom Solutions and OEM Services

Another key advantage that places SurgiKart ahead of other endotracheal tubes manufacturers in India is its ability to provide customized solutions. In addition to its flagship SurgiKart brand, the company offers OEM and contract manufacturing services to healthcare brands across the globe. Clients have the option to design bespoke product lines tailored to specific clinical needs while still benefiting from SurgiKart’s infrastructure, certifications, and expertise.

This flexibility in manufacturing and product design gives international clients a reliable and cost-effective partner in India, helping them bring premium-quality endotracheal tubes to their respective markets under their own labels.

Global Presence and Trusted by Professionals

Over the years, SurgiKart has built a strong network of over 300 overseas distributors and thousands of hospitals that trust its products on a daily basis. Its endotracheal tubes are exported to major global markets including Europe, Southeast Asia, the Middle East, Africa, and South America. The company’s consistent commitment to excellence and patient safety has earned it a reputation not just as a top-tier Indian supplier but also as a global leader in medical device manufacturing.

It’s no surprise that healthcare professionals around the world prefer SurgiKart products for their consistency, quality, and reliability in critical care situations.

Backed by Strong Leadership and Professional Team

Under the guidance of Director Sachin Chawla, who brings over 20 years of domain expertise, SurgiKart has continued to grow steadily and sustainably. The management team includes professionals in production, quality assurance, R&D, and marketing, all working in tandem to maintain the company’s global standards. With over 300 employees dedicated to maintaining quality and innovation, SurgiKart is future-ready to meet increasing demands from both domestic and international markets.

Affordable and Accessible Healthcare Solutions

In a world where healthcare costs are rising, SurgiKart strives to make world-class products accessible and affordable. Their mission is centered on delivering superior quality at competitive pricing, making them a top choice not only for hospitals in metro cities but also for rural healthcare institutions. This focus on affordability without compromising on quality is another reason why they are a leader among endotracheal tubes manufacturers in India.

The Future of Endotracheal Tube Manufacturing in India

With India emerging as a global hub for medical devices, the spotlight is now on companies like SurgiKart to continue driving innovation, reliability, and international collaborations. As the healthcare industry rapidly evolves, the need for dependable and forward-thinking manufacturers will only grow stronger. SurgiKart is well-positioned to meet this demand through continuous product development, regulatory compliance, and a customer-first approach.

Conclusion

When looking for endotracheal tubes manufacturers in India, it’s important to choose a company that doesn’t just offer products, but delivers quality, trust, and innovation. SurgiKart embodies all these qualities and more. With its world-class facilities, international certifications, dedicated workforce, and customer-centric vision, it is undoubtedly one of the most trusted names in the medical device industry today.

Whether you're a hospital procurement officer, a distributor, or a healthcare provider, partnering with SurgiKart ensures you get high-performing endotracheal tubes that adhere to global standards—delivered with the assurance of safety, precision, and unmatched expertise.

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Defending Your Space: Expert Pest Control Solutions by Pest Flex, Inc. in Orange County

Introduction

Pests can turn your home or business into an uncomfortable and even dangerous environment. At Pest Flex, Inc., we understand the importance of maintaining a safe, pest-free space, which is why we specialize in comprehensive pest control solutions for residents and businesses across Orange County. Whether you're battling stubborn ants, aggressive rats, or buzzing mosquitoes, our team is equipped with the latest tools and environmentally conscious techniques to handle it all. When it comes to pest invasions, there's no time to waste—trust a team that responds quickly and acts decisively.

Comprehensive Pest Control Solutions Tailored to Your Needs

At Pest Flex, Inc., we don’t believe in one-size-fits-all approaches. Our expert technicians conduct a detailed inspection of your property to identify the source of the infestation and recommend a tailored treatment plan. From single-visit services to recurring maintenance plans, we accommodate your schedule and pest concerns to offer the best results possible.

Our approach focuses on three main phases: assessment, elimination, and prevention. By using this strategic model, we not only address the current pest problem but also implement safeguards that help reduce the likelihood of future invasions.

Targeted Mosquito Control for Healthier Outdoor Spaces

Mosquitoes are more than just a summertime nuisance—they pose serious health risks by transmitting diseases like West Nile Virus and Zika. Our mosquito control programs in Orange County are designed to significantly reduce mosquito populations around your property. We identify breeding grounds such as standing water and treat them using eco-conscious larvicides and adulticides that are safe for children and pets.

We also provide long-term mosquito deterrent strategies, including habitat modification and the use of barrier sprays. Enjoy your backyard again without the constant worry of being bitten.

Effective Rat Control to Eliminate Rodent Infestations

Rats can cause substantial structural damage and pose serious health risks by contaminating food and surfaces. If you've seen droppings, heard scratching in the walls, or noticed gnaw marks around your home or business, it's time to act fast.

Pest Flex, Inc. offers comprehensive rat control solutions that include trapping, exclusion, and sanitation guidance. Our technicians use humane methods and top-grade materials to seal entry points and eliminate nesting sites. Rat control in urban and suburban Orange County environments requires local knowledge, and we bring that expertise to every job.

Specialized Treatments for Common Household Pests: Spiders and Ants

Spider Management

Although many spiders are harmless, some species can be dangerous to humans and pets. A sudden increase in spider sightings often indicates a larger pest issue, as spiders feed on other insects. Our spider control services begin with an inspection to identify the species and determine contributing factors such as clutter, lighting, or humidity.

We use targeted treatments in hidden areas like attics, crawlspaces, and basements to eliminate spiders while also reducing their prey, leading to long-term control. We focus on prevention techniques, including sealing cracks and improving storage practices.

Ant Control

Ants are among the most persistent pests and can invade in large numbers. Species like carpenter ants can even damage wood structures. Our ant control service identifies the species—be it Argentine ants, pavement ants, or odorous house ants—and applies specialized baits and barriers that disrupt their colony behavior.

Instead of just spraying visible trails, we treat at the source—inside walls, foundations, and entry points—ensuring the entire colony is addressed. For residents and businesses in Orange County, effective ant control is a must to maintain hygiene and property value.

Why Orange County Pest Control Requires Local Expertise

Pest control in Orange County presents unique challenges due to its climate, urban density, and proximity to natural habitats. From beachfront communities to suburban developments, different environments require different pest management techniques. At Pest Flex, Inc., our technicians are not only licensed and trained, but they also live and work in the communities we serve. This means we’re familiar with regional pest trends and seasonal activity patterns.

Being a local Orange County pest control company allows us to respond faster and develop more effective, localized solutions. Whether it's a seasonal spider surge or a summer mosquito outbreak, we’re prepared to respond with the right tools and knowledge.

Eco-Friendly Pest Control That Prioritizes Safety

We are committed to minimizing our environmental impact. Our eco-conscious pest control methods use reduced-risk products that target pests while protecting non-target organisms. This is especially important in family homes, pet-friendly environments, and sensitive areas like schools and healthcare facilities.

Whenever possible, we incorporate Integrated Pest Management (IPM) practices. This strategy focuses on preventive measures, physical barriers, and minimal chemical intervention. Our goal is to protect your property in a way that’s responsible and sustainable.

Residential and Commercial Pest Control Services

For Homeowners: Your home should be a sanctuary, not a battleground against pests. Pest Flex, Inc. provides residential pest control that ensures your living space remains clean, comfortable, and secure. Our services can be scheduled quarterly, bi-annually, or as a one-time treatment, depending on your specific needs.

For Businesses: From restaurants and offices to warehouses and retail stores, our commercial pest control solutions help keep your operations compliant and pest-free. We understand the importance of discretion and efficiency in a business setting. Our technicians work around your schedule and deliver quick, effective treatments with minimal disruption.

Our Proven Process for Long-Term Results

Inspection: We start with a thorough property assessment to identify the pest type, extent of the infestation, and environmental factors contributing to the problem.

Treatment: Based on our findings, we apply targeted treatments using safe and effective products. Whether it’s mosquito control for your backyard or rat control for your basement, we act decisively.

Prevention: After the pests are gone, we offer long-term prevention solutions including sealing entry points, removing attractants, and scheduling regular inspections.

Follow-Up: We don’t stop at one treatment. Our follow-up services ensure that the infestation remains under control and your property stays protected year-round.

Emergency Pest Services in Orange County

Pest problems don’t always follow a 9-to-5 schedule, and neither do we. Pest Flex, Inc. offers emergency pest control services for urgent situations that require immediate action. Whether you've encountered a rat in your kitchen or a sudden spider infestation in your office, our emergency team is just a phone call away.

Partner with Pest Flex, Inc. for Trusted Orange County Pest Control

Dealing with pests is stressful, but choosing the right pest control provider shouldn't be. Pest Flex, Inc. combines industry expertise, local knowledge, and a genuine commitment to customer satisfaction to deliver top-tier results. Our team is fully licensed, insured, and passionate about protecting the homes and businesses of Orange County.

When you need reliable mosquito control, thorough rat control, or specialized treatments for spiders and ants, we are ready to respond with precision and professionalism. Don’t let pests take control of your environment—take back your space with Pest Flex, Inc.