#considering they’re very rectangular

[quibbs126]

Okay, so I’m trying again at Lux’s alt mode, this being what I have so far

I was starting this page by trying to draw Nova from Anodyne 2 as a Transformer, since she has a car form in game and I thought it’d be fun

But in the process of starting, I was like “wait, what if I use Nova’s car form as inspiration for Lux?” I mean it’s not a direct real life vehicle, so it’s not too far off from making it Cybertronian

So that’s what I started doing instead

I’m not done, not at all, but I’m getting somewhere. It’s difficult when I don’t really have experience in drawing cars and the like

The top left is my most recent and probably what I’ll mainly draw from

It’s the back that I’m not so sure what goes on there. I kind of want it to be something that can be uncovered, like it’s otherwise being shelled away, but I don’t know what it is. I was thinking something translucent, or just something normally plated, or maybe a concealed weapon? Like a cannon or something. I don’t know yet

But yeah, I guess for now, Lux is going to be some sort of land shuttle thing? It works I suppose

Also I do have a colored version of one of those helms I showed yesterday. The one most based on the original

I’m mostly showing it for the changed colors, though I do still feel like changing it a bit more

So she’s more blue now. I have it in my head that if she weren’t named for her significance, her name would probably be Cobalt, or something else to do with blue. And/or her colors weren’t immediate after she was born, being initially uncolored, and it was only afterwards that Megatron was like “oh wow she’s really blue. Maybe I should have named her after that”

She’s probably not entirely blue, I think she’ll have silver on her too, I just don’t know where or how prevalent

But yeah, I don’t know. Just updating you on the very slow process of creating this character

[contract-crawdad]

Look outside OC concepts!!

I definitely plan to draw them at some point, but wanted to get their concepts written down first.

Lecter

Dan’s #1 biggest fan! A Dan stan, if you will. He never misses a stream!… Even if he can only work up the nerve to actually type something in chat when Dan directly asks for information or guidance on a game.

Lecter spent the 15 days of the disaster stuck on the second floor of a university library, alongside a half dozen other college students who showed up bright and early to get some cramming in.

He didn’t mean to look outside, but hey, accidents happen! In this case, accidents happen in the form of some titanic unidentified thing shaking the whole building and knocking some of the window blockades loose.

Now he’s cursed, and his legs have withered and atrophied while his arms have grown much longer. He’s pretty much useless in combat, but at least it allows him to climbs things pretty quickly.

Most strikingly of all, however, is his now-rectangular head that opens vertically like a book. Opening it reveals ‘pages’ made of brain matter with writing and illustrations formed from blood vessels.

As for the contents of these pages? If Lecter looks at someone, even indirectly, they are automatically entered as a new page in his gray matter encyclopedia. Their page contains an unnervingly large amount of uncannily specific details, including but not limited to name, date of birth, email address, phobias, and blood type.

As long as he adds new people regularly enough, his body doesn’t even need food! Which is really good news, considering he’s not sure where his mouth wound up.

For some reason, a quirk of these entries are that they’re phrased like an RPG? Don’t ask Lecter why, he hasn’t a clue. The entries use terminology like ‘weaknesses’ and ‘resistances’, as well as making frequent reference to ‘EXP’ as if it was a real thing.

He’s a major contributor to Dan’s ‘Poll Viewers’ skill, and a big part of the reason it’s able to provide quite so much impossibly detailed information! Fortunately, Dan doesn’t seem to notice or care than a lot of the information Lecter provides reads like an RPGmaker enemy wiki page.

His monster name is Enpsychopedia. He came up with it himself!

Dr. Sunder

…But you can just call her Brenda!

Brenda is a ‘human’ ‘doctor’ who ‘specializes’ in helping the sane cursed population! Got an extra set of jaws? Non-euclidean intestines? A third arm that you can’t control that keeps making rude gestures? She can help!!

She promises to hack and cut and suture and stitch until you’re in the most human shape you can possibly be! It’s amazing how many parts you just don’t need.

She comes across as pushy and really seems to pressure people as hard as she can into making the ‘right’ decision. ‘Don’t you want to look human again?’

But she doesn’t seem to care about how the cursed themselves might feel about their condition. It’s one thing to remove dangerous, painful, or psychologically distressing parts… but Brenda universally advises the complete removal of any body part that deviates from the human norm.

In truth, rather than being obsessed with perfection or a puritan about the human form, she is cursed herself. And loves it! The reality is, she doesn’t give a rat’s ass about how people want to look or how they feel: she just wants their parts for herself. Very literally. Once a part is removed, she later transplants it onto her own body in secret.

Brenda PRESENTS herself as human. And it’s a very good illusion! Until you notice that she never really moves out from behind her desk.

The ‘Brenda’ that patients see and interact isn’t her whole body. It’s more like a finger puppet to a much, much larger being. Basically the frogfish from the Soingebob movie.

Her entire office is just the mouth, and the rest of her body is a horrible hodgepodge of transplanted parts.

Pretends not to have a name for her monster form when asked about it by those who know she’s cursed, but she totally does. It’s Mishmash.

Darner & Lucy

Darner didn’t look outside, but a dragonfly (Lucy) that made its way into his home through a cracked window already had. Quickly mutating to monstrous size, the insect attempted to eat Darner head-first… and largely succeeded.

But, seeing as Lucy was still in the unstable early stages of Visitor-induced metamorphosis, instead of chewing Darner their heads became merged together.

Both parties share one head, with Darner’s (still pretty normal) human body dangling down from the car-sized dragonfly’s head. He can still fully control it, but it’s feet usually dangle about a foot off the ground.

Darner has maintained his sanity, but Lucy is new to this whole ‘thinking’ thing and doesn’t like it very much. She’d really rather just eat anything that moves, with Darner is essentially stuck serving as her conscience. She’s getting better, he insists, but advises most people to keep their distance. Especially people who have wings. Those trigger Lucy’s predatory drive.

Darner controls a much smaller portion of their mouthparts, which he can use to speak. Even while Lucy is talking.

Lucy herself isn’t childlike, but she is naive, as well as oblivious to how brutal a lot of what she sees as normal is. The world used to be simple… if it was smaller than her, and she was faster than it, she ate it. And now? Quite a lot more things are smaller and slower than she is.

While she can usually be convinced by Darner not to try and eat humans or sane cursed, hunger is a very relevant factor. Their mouth, a hybrid of human teeth and a dragonfly’s ‘spring loaded’ jaw, makes for brutally effective hunting tool.

Darner is of the opinion that having a ‘monster name’ is insulting and degrading. Lucy thinks Draggin’ Fly is a pretty cool monster name for them.

“Gettit Darner? Huh? Do ya gettit? Because I’m always draggin’ you arou”-

“Yes, Lucy, I get it.”

[sammys-magical-au]

Night Furies & aging - a theory on the changes in Toothless’ design and behaviours

[I definitely didn’t accidentally delete this post the first time I tried making it and scream silently for five minutes]

Ok so strap in y’all, cuz this’ll probably be a long one, but I have some ideas as to why Toothless looks and acts so differently between the first and third films, since it’s something I’ve noticed a lot of people in the fandom talking about (especially recently with the announcement of the unnecessary live-action remake), and while a lot of the criticisms are totally valid (and this post is not meant to argue against those criticisms), I do have an alternate theory/headcanon about the changes we see in Toothless’ design and personality that I like a lot better than just thinking it’s the design team purposely fucking up a really good character to make him more appealing to children (even though that’s definitely what it is, again, I’m not saying that interpretation is wrong, this one is just more fun bc I get to ramble about biology and such 👌)

Y’all with me so far? Good. Let’s dive in, shall we?

Basically, my theory revolves around the fact that Toothless is a lot younger in the first movie than we may have thought. This is even kinda backed up in the second movie, because Valka points out that Hiccup and Toothless are the same age - so, that being considered, it’s likely that humans and dragons age similarly and have similar lifespans, and therefore in the first movie, considering how young Hiccup was, it’s not far out of the realm of possibility that Toothless was a juvenile dragon at this point in the timeline. He was practically a baby.

If that’s true, then that could be a very good explanation for the changes in both his physical appearance and his behaviours. His looks changed simply because he was still growing and developing at the time of the first movie, and his physical appearance changed along with Hiccup’s, meaning they quite literally grew up together between the first and third films. His habits and behaviours on the other hand would have changed due to social influences, and growing up surrounded by humans rather than his own kind.

I’ll expand more on both of these throughout the post, but I’m gonna start with comparisons of his design changes, specifically the ones I’ve seen pointed out the most often.

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Physical design aspects:

1 - head shape

One of the biggest talking points when it comes to Toothless’ design changes, and also one of the most notable differences, is the shape of his face - specifically from the profile view.

The shape of his head differs a lot between the first and third movies, with his brow becoming much more prominent and the slope of his nose becoming steeper. When images of his profile from the first, second, and third movies are put side by side, however, it becomes a bit more clear how this progression could indicate aging and change in skull shape/structure

For a real-world example, here’s a comparison between a tiger cub and an adult tiger from the same angle:

As you can see, there are a lot of similarities here. An adult tiger’s brow also becomes more prominent, while the head becomes a bit bulkier and more square-shaped rather than thin and rectangular. The angles of the face are also much sharper.

When put side by side, the similarities are a bit more clear, and the changes in Toothless’ design start to look a lot more like the development of a big cat from cub to adult.

2 - scale pattern

Another change that gets brought up a lot is the fact that Toothless’ scale patterns disappear soon after the first movie.

In reality, if you look closely, the patterns are still there, but they’ve faded. You can see it better on his wings:

He definitely still has spots, but they’re much less visible.

This could possibly be a form of camouflage for young night furies - similarly to how a black jaguar’s spots become less visible as they grow

With the adult jaguar, the spots are still visible, but you have to look a little harder to see them - same with adult vs juvenile Toothless

Again, the similarities to big cats are pretty noticeable when compared side-by-side.

Additionally, although we sadly don’t get a really good look at the glowy effect the Hidden World has on Toothless’ scales in the movie, from what I can see, it definitely looks like the glow makes his scale patterns a lot more visible

3 - bulkiness

The third main difference I see pointed out is the fact that Toothless bulked up a lot between the first and third movies, and that one also has a simple possibile explanation - lots of young animals bulk up as they grow, because of muscle growth!

It’s very reasonable to assume that Toothless got bulkier bc he was young in the first movie, and over time (especially considering the amount of flying and fighting he did) he developed more muscle.

Compared to a lot of large mammals, the similarities in development are once again pretty evident. And I hear what you’re saying - Toothless is a dragon, a reptile, not a mammal, but the truth of the matter is, Toothless’ design *was* heavily based on large mammals, specifically cats, so comparing him to large cats and other mammals isn’t that much of a stretch, especially when you bring into consideration that an animal of this size might develop a little differently than real-life, modern reptiles.

Now, the night lights do sort of put a wrench in this theory, specifically the scale pattern part, and especially Dart and Ruffrunner, since they have more resemblance to Toothless but don’t share his scale pattern from the first movie - and I’m willing to admit that. That being said, it would be interesting to see a night light design with similar looks to Toothless in the first movie, specifically with the scale patterns. I’ll definitely chuck that in the to-draw folder for now, bc it’s fun to explore dragon biology through my own personal takes.

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Behavioural changes:

Now onto the second part of this already-too-long post, the changes in Toothless’ behaviour throughout the films.

In the first movie, Toothless tends to act very catlike, whereas in the second and third movies, he acts more like a dog or even a person at times. I think this could be because, if he was a juvenile when he and Hiccup met, he learned more human behaviours than the behaviours of his own kind, almost being hand-raised in a sense, since he was so young.

The light fury’s (or “Ivory”, as I tend to call her just for funsies) behaviours also showcase this, since she grew up in the wild and surrounded by her own kind (as we see at least three other light furies besides her in the Hidden World), and behaves a lot like Toothless did in the first movie, before being trained. If Toothless hadn’t had any human interaction, it’s very likely that he’d act similarly to Ivory and the way he did in the first movie.

Additionally, the reason behind his awkward behaviour around Ivory is because he doesn’t know how to act or what body language to use around another fury, as he didn’t learn. Everything he’s learned about social interactions came more from humans - which can often be seen with wild animals raised by people, their behaviour is often different from that of animals that grew up in their natural environments. This isn’t to say that I think Toothless being raised by humans is wrong - it was his only way of survival, and the relationship he has with humans is much closer to that of an animal with a wildlife conservationist rather than that of an exotic “pet” influencer on tik tok. However, having to grow up without other night furies definitely affected his social development with other furies, since he didn’t have the chance to interact with another dragon like him until he was a full-grown adult.

(This also connects to my headcanon that night/light furies live in familial groups similar to lion prides, and young dragons often stay with this group until they’re ready to find a mate and start a pride of their own. Toothless likely got separated from his pride too early, either by getting lost somehow or, since he’s said to be the last of his kind, they were all killed - either way, he wasn’t ready to leave them yet, which might also explain his heightened aggression at the beginning of the first movie, since he’s not only a wild animal but he’s also terrified and too young to be on his own.)

If you made it this far, congratulations! You’re more patient than me!! And thanks for letting me ramble about this!!!

TL:DR - Toothless was a juvenile/very young dragon in the first movie, and the changes in his appearance and behaviour stem from both his natural aging process and the fact that he was separated from his kind at a very young age and grew up with humans.

[randomprose]

“Can you make this?”

Mo Guan Shan frowns at He Tian’s phone when he angles it in his direction. It’s a video of someone making cute rectangular layered cakes. 

He tilts his head a little, lower jaw jutting out in consideration, and He Tian knows Mo Guan Shan will make it anyway regardless of whatever he’s gonna say next.

"You into this shit?"

He Tian just shrugs. It's cute. He's into cute shit and he's not afraid to admit it. "It looks tasty."

"Hm," Mo Guan Shan hums with a non-committal shrug. "I'll try I guess."

'Try' he said as if that isn't as good as a yes. He Tian knows Mo Guan Shan won't just try. The second the question left He Tian’s lips Mo Guan Shan already took it as a challenge. He'll fucking do it and blow He Tian's mind in the process at how way better and prettier his version will be than the one in the video. Just like all the other times He Tian has shown him foods he thinks are interesting. It's as good as done at this point.  

See, it’s like this. Outside of work, the foods Mo Guan Shan cooks are just a rotation of his and He Tian’s favorite or any dish He Tian has mentioned even in passing that he likes. Mo Guan Shan has picked up on He Tian's picky eating habits and developed an instinct to mentally cataloguing He Tian’s niche food preferences and all the subtle ways he’s let them known. In his published cookbooks, at least half of the foods featured are a variation of what suits He Tian’s tastes and all of them have ‘For 贺天’ printed on the first page.

God. He Tian loves him so much. What the hell did he do in his past life to deserve such devotion?

The weekend rolls around and Mo Guan Shan presents He Tian with his own version of the cakes. 

He Tian, as he expected, is floored by how pretty they are that he doesn’t even say anything. He just stares at the little rectangular cakes in pastels decorated with intricate shapes made of fondant and meticulously piped icing.

"What's wrong?" There's worry in Mo Guang Shan’s voice seeping into defensive. "What? You don't like it?"

"No, its..." He Tian looks up at him, brows furrowed and a look of genuine conflict on his face. "They're too pretty. I kinda don't wanna eat them."

“Idiot,” Mo Guan Shan just scoffs and rolls of his eyes but the slight quirk at the corner of his lips lets He Tian know he’s pleased. "Just eat it. Food is meant to be consumed. I can always make more."

"These are definitely way, waaaay cuter than the ones in the video I showed you."

"They're okay. You're just exaggerating."

"No, I'm not," He Tian insists. "When have I ever lied to you?"

Mo Guan Shan stares at him. He looks to be considering He Tian's words for a moment before nodding curtly.

He Tian takes what seems like a thousand pictures and sends them to their group chat with Jian Yi and Zhang Zheng Xi, to his brother, and then to Brother Qiu with a very proud caption of 'Momo made these for me~. They’re pretty AND they taste great~.’'

He revels in Jian Yi exploding in the group chat and demanding Mo Guan Shan make some for him and Zhan Zheng Xi too.

‘Heh,’ He Tian types with a smug smile, ‘Eat your heart out, bitch.’

(He Cheng thumbs-upped his message while Brother Qiu’s reply was to tell Mo Guan Shang to bring some over the next time they come to the mansion. To which He Tian replies a very empathic ‘No <3’).

When he’s done gloating, He Tian turns back to Mo Guan Shan and knows by the look on his face that he’s already thinking about including the cakes in his next cookbook. He thinks that if Mo Guan Shan ever gets his own restaurant, he’ll make it so at least half of the menu will be to He Tian’s liking. 

"I love you," He Tian says and means it. Because he really does and because he doesn’t know any other way of saying it. 

"Wha—" Mo Guan Shan blinks, a flower fondant halfway to his mouth, and looks at He Tian weirdly. "Just because of this? You're too easy."

For Mo Guan Shan? He really is. Always has been and always will be.

"You take care of me so well." Mo Guan Shan's loudest love language has always been food and He Tian still can't believe how lucky he is that he gets to have this. “I’ve gotten spoiled.”

“You’ve always been spoiled,” Mo Guan Shan retorts as he bumps a forkful of chiffon against He Tian’s lips. "Shut up and eat your damn cake." 

I love you too.

[your-lovely-rose]

“They’re cute” Part 2/2 (Nakime || Request by @cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme)

Rating: Explicit

General genre and genre for this part: Romance || Dark fic

Word count and reading time: ±15.8k (1h)

Pairing: (Biwa Demon) Nakime x Human!Reader

Fandom: Kimetsu no Yaiba

⚠ Warnings for this part of the request: Minor death, Dead bodies, Desecration of a human corpse, Larvae and flies, Blood, Falling into madness, Jealousy and possessive behavior, Mental problems, Presented the character's past (from "Kimetsu no Yaiba Official Fanbook: Kisatsutai Kenbunroku 2"), Forbidden Love/Mutual Pining, || NOT EDITED

Autor’s Note: Okay, so before you read this, listen to me, my reader. The reason why this Request is divided into two parts is that with Nakime I immediately filled the limit of 1k text panels. And also the previous part with Daki and Mukago was light, but here it will be very heavy and dark - I don't even know how it happened because it was supposed to be another fluff. All of them were supposed to be fluffy and light, and each of them with a maximum length of 3k words, of which Daki would be the longest (I expected 9k from the start)! I really have no idea what happened here... I swear! All of a sudden, I felt like it was boring, and I panicked a little bit, and then it got wild. After that I felt like it was boring again, and I kind of forgot the exact request that was... And this was created. I hope the characters aren't too OOC here. I will humbly accept any harsh criticism for this.

➵ “They’re cute” Part 1/2 (Daki & Mukago)

> Nakime Masterlist

➻ Little dictionary:

Zataku (座卓) - is the generic term for this kind of low table.

Hadajuban (肌���袢, はだじゅばん) - are a type of kimono undergarment traditionally worn underneath the nagajuban. Hadajuban are even further removed from resembling a kimono in construction than the nagajuban; the hadajuban comes in two pieces (a wrap-front top and a skirt), features no collar, and either has tube sleeves or is sleeveless.

Kimono (着物, きもの, lit. "thing to wear") - is a traditional Japanese garment. The kimono is a wrapped-front garment with square sleeves and a rectangular body, and is worn left side wrapped over right, unless the wearer is deceased.

Jitō (地頭) - were medieval territory stewards in Japan. Appointed by the shōgun, jitō managed manors, including national holdings governed by the kokushi or provincial governor.

Okyia (置き屋) - residence maiko or geisha and may be inhabited by several of them. The first step of a woman, who wants to become a geisha is to accept in the okiya. The owner of the geisha house, okāsan (Japanese: "mother"), pays for the upkeep and training of their wards. In return, they give part of their earnings to support the house and other non-geisha residents. Okiya isn't a geisha workplace, they work in teahouses called ochaya.

Geisha (芸者) - in Japan, a woman with artistic skills, entertaining guests with conversation, dancing, singing and playing traditional instruments (e.g. shamisen, koto or shakuhachi). She can also conduct a tea ceremony (chadō) and she's as well-read as oiran. They dressed very modestly, but with taste and boasted sugao, i.e. face without makeup. In the opinion of the Japanese, they were considered the ideal of bijin ("beautiful woman"). Before a woman becomes a geisha, she must pass a six-year maiko period. If a geisha has a permanent partner, she must move out of okiya and okāsan can adopt a geisha. She then gains the privilege of a permanent resident of the house. Her debts to okiya are cancelled, but at the same time all of her income goes to upkeep of the house.

Knock, knock, knock.

A loud knocking sounded in Nakime's head. She knew everything that was going on at Infinity Castle.

She could hear the whistling of air as Kokushibo swings his sword when he practiced, the cries of Douma's victims from his Eternal Paradise as he fed and and where its dangerous snares also reached or the hundreds of footsteps of stray, weak demons wandering through her dimension.

It was her domain, her territory, her kingdom. Her world. She was in charge here, and nothing could surprise her.

And yet she didn't expect it.

She knew it was wrong and also that he knew it too. After all, she had His blood in her and could not hide anything from Him.

If he noticed something, he didn't pay attention to it. He was too busy with his tubes and the reactions going on in the glass vessels. For several hours he worked relentlessly mixing his blood with various substances and despite many failures he still managed to remain calm.

'Still' is the keyword here.

Because even he, after millennia of unsuccessful attempts, could finally lose his patience.

Before the knocking could irritate him, she tugged the strings of biwa and moved to another place, the old washitsu room, where her domain merged with the outside world.

So where?

Here, where the smell of blood and stale liquor still hovered. Here, where everything is familiar, though strangely different from what she has created herself with her art and sound.

And where she didn't like to be. This place confused her - filled her with many emotions that she thought she had buried deep and long time ago in her forgotten past, when she was still human.

Sitting straight on tatami mats, she looked around the traditional Japanese room as if it was her first time. There was not much in it: only a low table, at which still stood a clay glass for sake, and a pitcher lying next to it, the contents of which had spilled on the floor long ago.

The zabuton pillow, which she used to use while sitting and practicing on her beloved instrument, began to rot from spilled rice wine and large blood stains staining the floor around her.

The mats were completely ruined by it and had to be replaced, but this was no longer her problem. It belonged to her old life. Just like this house and the emotions it aroused in her.

Anger, grief and sadness all combine into one, giving her both headache and a tightening of abdomen. The smells irritated her nostrils and burning her esophagus.

She wanted to raze this house to the ground to cut herself off from her pathetic, weak, human self once and for all.

It was not her place now.

That woman was dead. She died in an alley by getting carried away in a sea of endorphins, blinded by pride and overestimated her abilities.

Did she really think she could hurt Him? Stupid, pathetic thinking of a weak human.

She lifted up her slender hand holding the wooden batchi pick tighter, ready to give a full show of her power until another knock pulled her out of trance again.

A quick "knock, knock, knock" sounded in the room this time, and it wasn't so loud when it was not only thundering in her head and had to overcome the distance to her in the air. Through the thin shōji door, she could see the shadow of the figure standing behind them in the rays of the rising sun.

She was about to pull the strings again to snagged the person standing at her door, but she heard how familiar voice called her by a name she no longer recognised, adding the honorary title '-sama'.

This voice... evoked a pleasant feeling in her chest, and before the eye of her mind appeared the image of a human. She could not remember the face, because it was shrouded in a thick mist of forgotten like so many elements of her past, but she knew where she remembered this person from.

This human used to come to her shows. Before she was transformed by Him, she made a living entertaining people with her music.

Although many people (traders, craftsmen) came to relax with the sounds of her instrument, she could not afford much at home. Most of her paycheck was taken by her husband...

He was a gambling addict.

And he lost. Time after time. One loss after another. Until finally he finally went too far, took something precious from her and lost it. That was the last straw.

A black-haired woman grabbed her head trying to interrupt the flow of memories. She plunged her sharp, blue nails into her long hair and unconsciously began pulling on them to distract her from them. Wanting to turn the bitter pain of past wrongs into physical.

She couldn't stand it and... What did she do?

Ah, yes.

She killed him.

Now she remembers it exactly. She used a hammer and smashed his head for losing her only kimono in which she could perform, and then she went on stage as usual.

In her head were the voices of people who began to mock her, and their howl hurt her ears. She felt their malicious, unfavorable gazes judging her poor, useless, holey clothes.

The only other kimono she found in the closet that could replace her previous one.

Although she was frightened and humiliated, she tried not to show it and humbly looked down to somehow escape, to separate herself from them, when her legs were heavy as lead, her feet were planted in the ground.

Then her eyes met the only friendly look. Its owner sat the closest to the wooden stage and did not show her the pity, that you feel for a pathetic dying animal. It would only humiliate her even more. He really felt sorry for her. Those eyes were so sweet and gentle. Looking at them from behind her dark bangs, she began to play.

The slender fingers, on which, despite the long friction and washing, she still felt warm blood, moved themselves along the long neck of the instrument, pressing the appropriate chords and getting out of it as much as she could.

The other hand was not left behind, pulling the strings and creating together an unusual composition, although inside her body she was trembling.

She was afraid they would know. That they might already figure out what she did. The tension in her rose and could be felt in her music. Her hands were shaking and sweat was all over her body, but she never stopped playing.

The sounds were as clear as a calm surface of water in a lake and spread throughout the room hypnotizing everyone.

Despite the loud tones of her biwe, she could hear the audience holding their breath at more tense moments or whispering quietly to each other, covering their mouths with their hands or paper fans.

She had nothing left - no kimono, no means of subsistence, no talent...

When she finished playing the first tune, she felt mentally exhausted. She waited for the first signs of discontent among the crowd, but they remained silent. Uncertainly, she looked up from the floor and saw everyone staring at her like enchanted.

A moment later, someone from the end of the room called for an encore, and the rest of the gathered people follow up him, and then everyone chanted for more and more.

Before anyone had time to notice, the night passed them all like a dream. It was... Her best performance so far.

Tired, but drunk with many applause and praise, panting heavily, she returned to her house. Where the smell of alcohol and blood still hovered.

Her hands were all numb and aching from squeezing strings, when the customers was still called for more. Even the owner asked her after the show if she would come the next night and paid her handsomely for her work. She's never made this much money for one show before.

She was planning on buying herself a new, better kimono tomorrow. Maybe even two.

However, when she got home, all her good mood with blush disappear, when she remembered her problems. Actually, the one that was still lying there like she left him all night.

She had no idea how to dispose of the body. Where would she possibly hide them? How long would it take to find them?

Without more thought, she undressed her last kimono and dragged the inert corpse to the other room, which had previously been her bedroom. There she covered them with a sheet and left them.

She was aware of the stench they were about to emit and what might happen to her in return, but she didn't think about it then.

She resisted them and tried to live as before. With an old rag she tried to wipe away the already dried dark stains of blood with tatami, but no matter how much and how hard she rubbed, they remained.

After bathing in the bowl - wiping herself with a damp piece of fabric, she pulled out another futon and lay down in the living room so she not to have to lie next to the corpse and as soon as her head touched the pillow she fell asleep. The sun was slowly rising over the horizon.

She had no dreams that night.

Still hoping for a better day, she got up late in the afternoon and, as she had planned, went out to buy a new outfit.

However, already on the threshold of the house she saw a parcel left at her door. The paper, in which the package was wrapped, rustled when she took it in her hands and after tearing a hole in it she saw inside a beautiful dark material.

It was kimono with silver thread embroidered patterns and multicolored flowers. Among them, she recognized red tsubaki, light pink sakura, purple sakurasou and white ume.

It was beautiful and certainly expensive. She thought it might have cost even more than her paycheck yesterday.

Who could have given it to her?

She'd been offered a patron or danna-san, but she wasn't a geisha. She never went to special schools and was never a maiko. And she's already married, which is unacceptable to a geisha.

Nor was she weak or pathetic enough to accept alms. She could take care of herself and earn money.

But unfortunately, when she returned to the venue in the evening full of energy, her performances were not as unusual as before...

Even though the place was full of people, even though she was wearing a new kimono - a simple, dark brown kimono that she bought the same day from an older woman who ran her own store - and she was calmer than last time, she didn't do so well.

No matter how hard she tried and how much her fingers hurt from the strings after all, she couldn't repeat the success of the night before.

When she finished the first song she looked at the crowd and saw people whispering to each other with disgruntled faces, and the owner looked at her with doubt. Among those closest to her, she even saw a few looking at her with worry written on their faces.

Hoping to improve the situation, she tried again and again, but it was... mediocre. And that was until she started getting nervous and making amateur mistakes.

Anxiety and cold sweat overwhelmed her more and more as she confused the chords or made unclean sounds by improperly pressing the strings. She didn't know what was going on.

Feeling like she was fooling herself, she finished her show earlier than the night before and left. Or rather, she ran away.

She had to get out, she just had to get as far away from them as she could. She felt small under the weight of their eyes and that she was suffocating from the tension.

On the way home, she heard someone calling her. She pretended not to hear the voice, but the pushy person stopped suddenly in front of her, consciously or not, blocking her way back home.

She recognized the person as a client from the place closest to the stage. This was the same customer, who was the only one who looked at her with compassion during her performance last night and today looked worried about her condition.

"May I have a moment?" You asked kindly, bowing and introducing yourself. You was still breathing heavily from running after her.

She think that you have to even fall in the mud, which could be indicated by your dirty clothes on the right side and your wet sleeve.

She didn't want to talk to stranger, but out of courtesy she decided to see what do you wanted from her.

"I saw your performance, and I'd like to ask... Is everything all right?"

"In what sense?"

"During the first performance, you came in a ruined clothes, and today..." You stopped, not knowing how to define today's fiasco.

"Everything is fine, please do not make any more insinuations."

"My apologies, I didn't mean to offend you," you said, trying to defend and not upset the woman even more. It wasn't your intention at all.

"So leave me alone now."

Nakime walked around you and was about to left you behind her back, but you showed up right next to her.

"Could I at least walk you home? It's dangerous to walk alone at night," you said, fall into step with her.

She only answered you with a short, sharp "no" and sped up her step even more. You did the same thing, getting on her nerves.

"Then may I at least ask why you did not wear that kimono?"

"Excuse me?" She asked, but she didn't slow down. She frowned in anger. "So it was you. I do not need anyone's pity or charity."

She said through clenched teeth and her fists until her fingernails left crescent moon prints inside her hand.

"Oh, no! No, that was never my intention! I would never dare!" You defended yourself by raising your hands to your chest as a gesture of submission.

"I do not need this. I can take care of myself."

"I just wanted to help..."

"It is not necessary."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was worried to see you like that. You've never performed like this before..."

Sweating from nerves and feeling the anger of a dark-haired woman, you slowed down until you finally came to a complete stop. She didn't do the same and didn't even notice your confusion. Your last words were echoing in her head.

Does that mean you've been coming to her shows for a long time? How much could you know about her?

After a moment of hesitation, you followed her a few steps after her. The night could be dangerous even for a single man, let alone a woman.

She heard rustling of your shoes on the ground, but she didn't stop to look at you again. She didn't want to pay attention to you, hoping you'd get bored soon.

In the end, you escorted her all the way home.

- - -

On the third night, when she again failed to reach the previous level with her performance, she started lost her mind again.

Everyone seemed to look at her with contempt or regret or as if they knew what she had done. In a hurry, she fled to her home, wanting to hide in the safe four walls as soon as possible, but even they did not give her comfort.

You walked her home quietly again. You haven't said a word to each other, and that's fine. Otherwise, she felt like she'd scratch your eyes out or pull your tongue.

She didn't understand what she had done wrong, why she couldn't play like she did then. Is there something wrong with her instrument? Or is it with her?

In desperation and to get rid of the excess of overwhelming emotions, she began throwing clay, decorative jugs and screaming. She did not know how much time she had spent demolishing the room, but when she finished, she was kneeling sweaty on the mats, breathless and on the verge of collapse.

She's been so busy she hasn't heard your quiet knock. She only noticed you after you asked her through the door if she was okay.

She told you to leave, and despite the silence, she wasn't sure if you'd listened to her.

- - -

The next day, she didn't go on stage. Nor the next one, or even the day after that.

She lay apathetic in the middle of the room among broken glass, her long hair looked like a big pool of black blood and listening to the sound of flies buzzing behind a thin wall. The body must have started to rot and give off that characteristic insipid sweet smell that had not yet reached her.

She didn't feel up to anything, even to eat or drink water. When she heard the silent knock, she thought it was just a dream.

Sleep was no longer her salvation and escape from reality. She felt threatened all the time during it and was even more tired after waking up, until she stopped sleeping. Time slipped her slowly as she saw changes in the light coming through the window under the very roof.

Soon after, she was no longer sure she was still trapped in her sleep. An endless nightmare she can't escape from.

Only after long hours, when finally the thirst began to overwhelm her, she get up to drink from the nearby well.

With a slight trembling on her limp and weak legs, she moved to the door and almost fell over the pitcher standing next to it. The vessel tipped over pouring water around. There was also a bowl with a clay lid on it.

Nakime barely sit on the ground. She got dizzy and feel foggy for a while, but she managed to come to her senses.

She lifted a warm lid, and the strong smell of spices and hot steam from her shoulder struck her face. Then she felt a pain in her stomach, reminding her that she hadn't had anything in her mouth for a long time.

The bowl had ordinary ramen in it. The black-haired woman swallowed the saliva that flowed into her mouth and lifted the overturned jug with some water left in it. Unlike food, it was pleasantly cool moisturizing her dry throat.

She was about to start crying while she was eating. Food has never tasted so good.

Feeling better, she went home leaving empty dishes on the doorstep. She knew who brought it, and she expected you to come back.

The food was warm, which would indicate you were here recently. Did you come earlier to check on her, too? Were there any more meals? How did it feel to see that she didn't touch the food you brought?

She went to sleep again when she was full. She felt tired, but this time her sleep was peaceful. When she woke up, she felt better, so she decided to do something (although she was still weak).

She carefully collected the glass from the tatami mat and ate the scraps of food she found at home. With the money from the show a few days ago, she bought a big bag of rice and some meat in addition to a kimono, so she still had something to eat.

She hasn't touched any more of the dishes you left her. She was grateful for the meal earlier, but when she didn't need it, she wasn't planning on taking any help from you.

But she didn't spend the day just cleaning room and herself up. All this time, she was thinking too.

Why?

Why aren't her performances so good anymore? Why can't he play like that a second time? How was that show different from the others?

And when someone knocked on the door again, she came to the most frightening conclusions.

- - -

Fuku Ogawa stood at the shōji door of one of the houses. He picked up the dishes earlier that day, before it started to get dark. He was a butcher by profession and a friend of yours privately, so after you asked him to deliver the food here, how could he refuse?

Exceptionally, you couldn't do it in person right now. Well, these things happen sometimes - you have plans, but something came up, something happened, and you have to get out of the routine once or twice.

Fuku knocked on the door again. He heard a murmur behind them and the sound of silent footsteps. For a moment he felt a cramp in the abdomen - the discomfort that occurs when something is wrong. A slight anxiety gently fills our mind and body like poison.

Before he could do anything, the door opened and he saw in it a young, beautiful, but also tired woman. She had long, black, damp hair and pale skin. He saw a slight bruise under her eyes pointing to heavy nights and a black kimono with floral embroidery on it - he recognized them because you bought them a few days ago.

She looks surprised. It was certainly not him she expected to see outside the door, but there was nothing he could do about it. He introduced himself briefly and drew a bowl of food and jug of water towards her.

"Who are you?" she asked, ignoring the dishes in front of her. Instead, she grabbed the kimono with one hand and covered herself tightly. The other hand hung loosely, completely tucked into the sleeve.

"A friend," he said again short, hoping to get out of here as soon as possible. There was a slight, insipid smell coming out of the house, which he did not like and this woman make his hair stand on end.

"Could you take this inside?"

She asked and took a step back to let him come in. He didn't want to do it, he was uncomfortable with that woman, but he also didn't want her to accuse him of being rude.

He carefully entered without taking off his shoes and looked around the dark room. He didn't like the fact that there were no candles burning here and the only light that brightened a few meters in came from the full moon behind him.

"Put the dishes on the table."

He heard next to him. In the dim light on the other side of the room, he saw the outline of a low table and moved towards it, still holding the dishes in front of him.

But with every step he smelled a stronger scent in the house and heard the quiet buzz of insects. He knew it from somewhere, but couldn't tell from where.

Tap, tap, tap - her bare feet made on mats until she stood behind him. He could almost feel her heavier breathing on his neck and the smell of the perfume oils she used for her bath.

He was about to turn around and ask whether to bring some candles for her, if she didn’t have any (he just really wanted to get away from here as soon as possible, he wouldn’t come back here again for all the world) when a heavy object fell on his head.

In contrast, all turned white in front of his eyes from pain and he fell with a bang on a wooden piece of furniture, almost breaking it. The wood crackled silently in protest under his weight. The impact was so strong that he passed out almost immediately, but he was still barely conscious.

Then there was another and another. All he knew was what he got before he lost feeling and awareness of what was happening to him. With the remnants of consciousness, he finally knew what was the odor he smelled at home.

It was the smell of rotting meat.

- - -

Nakime kept hitting the man's head with a hammer until she got tired and left a bloody pulp. The remains of the man's hair and gray brain clung to her murder weapon, hand and also splashed on the zataku underneath.

She was trembling. Her breathing became heavier. She did it. Again.

She looked at the biwa standing on the other side of the room, illuminated by the light coming through the folded door. The strings in the cold light looked like silver thread of a spider. They lured her and summoned with their mute voices.

Now she has to go.

She must be in a hurry.

- - -

At night, you couldn't force yourself to show up at any place to have fun and relax a little. You didn't feel like it, even though some of your friends asked you to come.

They wanted to celebrate with you another big order to some remote place in the mountains. The locals were practically cut off from everyone else, which was perfect for you. Every month you were to send them three wagons with basic food and items - vegetables, flour, rice, spices, pasta, meat, materials and much more. You didn't ask where they got the money, it wasn't your part. What mattered was that they paid.

You liked to talk with them about a lot of things and eat with good music, but... you didn't want to. Why? You had your suspicions, even though you weren't entirely sure.

You've been up all night lying in your futon and flipping from side to side. Your head was still playing the tune of the biwa from a few days ago.

You felt thirsty in the desert. Like a drug addict in rehab. Like a believer who's starting to miss the presence of his God.

But what could you do when your only cure was gone?

Hours went by and you couldn't sleep. You couldn't think either, because your thoughts were filled with one person and their music.

You could've tried to run away until those feelings died off. Stop showing up in pubs, but how could you escape your own thoughts?

How could you hide from the part of you that loves her?

Loves her?

Yes, you could admit you admired her, but loves?

Surprised, you sat on the mattress and ran your hand over your face. You felt stupid. How old were you to fall in love like a naive teenager?

And yet the pleasant warmth inside you and the butterflies in your belly spoke for themselves. Even your friends noticed that you were different after that woman's performance. They teasing you for it, and you couldn't hide your red face or look them in the eye when you denied it.

Everyone thought she was new in town, but that wasn't true. You've noticed her long time before, because you liked her music, even if it wasn't outstanding.

You liked how she kept calm on stage and was always very restrained and elegant. If it weren't for her modest kimono, you'd think she belonged to the aristocracy.

You suppose that's when the feeling began to sprout inside you like a cherry blossom.

But when she showed up that night - terrified, haggard and wearing an old, torn kimono - all you wanted to do was go up to her and comfort her. Take her away from those eyes that surround her.

But then your eyes met and she started playing. She tugged the strings and as if at the touch of a magic wand all the stress and anxiety went away from her.

Then everyone else ceased to exist for you. You thought you and her were the only one in the room... No, in the whole Empire of Japan, or even in the whole world. It's just you and her.

Time stopped, and you could feel your heart beating with hers heavily breathe. Nothing else existed at that time - just you and her, and her music.

When she was done, the spell burst like a soap bubble. Suddenly other people appeared around you again and time went on its normal course.

Yes, it was then that the seed sown in your heart fully blossomed during that one song and gave birth to ripe fruit.

You listened to the rest of her performance breathless and with red cheeks, like she was playing just for you.

It was stupid to think so - she probably had no idea you existed, but there was nothing you could do about it. Everyone likes to dream and think they are special to someone.

So why should you be the exception? Besides, no one will know, it's just your thoughts anyway. Your own private place where you can hide when reality is too hard.

You opened the wooden shutters on a dark night. The moon was hidden far behind the clouds, and you couldn't even see the stars from here. In the background you could hear the quiet life of the insects and the sound of the wind running through the tall grasses.

She doesn't show up for some reason and she doesn't accept your presents.

When you gave her a kimono, you didn't mean to be rude or make it look like you felt pity for her. Same as when you brought her food. You really wanted to help her, but she was too proud.

You were worried about her.

You went out on the wooden engawa at the back of the house and sat down looking out over the meadows and the dark forest towers over the town.

If you wanted to, you could move to a bigger city. Maybe Osaka or Kobe? You could try your luck there. Open a new business of your own. Then maybe you could even afford an apartment in Tokyo? Or not, you don't think downtown would be a good place, it would be crowded. Maybe in one of its neighborhoods? Asakusa? Or Yoshiwara? You could meet a real Geisha or Oiran–...

"No, that's stupid." You scolded yourself in your thoughts. You'll act like a coward, and running away won't bring you anything, but a stain of pride and honor.

You'll keep thinking back here to her. Even if you leave, your heart will stay with her bleeding, because she won't even look at you.

The night was peaceful and quiet. The noise and singing of the wind dancing among tall grasses and branches of trees suppressed other sounds.

Your night passed slowly, looking at the full silver moon as it came out from behind the thick clouds.

Smelled like before the rain. Fuku would say, looking at a scene like this, it's going to be a tragedy. He's always been very superstitious.

But you were here alone.

The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?

You thought you heard her music from afar, but it was too quiet to be considered real.

- - -

The next morning, your friend find you in front of the house. Initially, you expected to see drunk Fuku, who liked to visit you at any time and was sometimes in a state of intoxication before noon.

Did he have some work today? He was a hedonist, but he was also responsible enough not to drink before job.

But no, it was Kiyoshi Hirano. A clerk. You invited him in and offered to make some tea.

"I just came to tell you that your friend with the biwa is back. You've been a little sad because of her lately..."

"What?" you turned to him with a clay jug. The movement was so fast that the right water poured out of the spout of the dish.

"Last night," he began slowly watching your face. "I was waiting for Fuku, where we used to meet to have a drink when she appeared on stage and started her performance again. She was... good. Looks like her lucky streak's back."

"Really? Do you think she will play tonight?"

You put the teapot in the cupboard where it was before, completely forgetting about the tea, and walked up to Kiyoshi again. You didn't notice his serious look and how closely he watched your brightened face.

"I don't know, I guess so. After all, it's what she does for a living." He interrupted your next question with a hand gesture. "I'm not going there today."

"Why?"

You were surprised by his cold reaction. He seemed angry or concerned about something.

"I'm going to check on Ogawa-san. I didn't see him yesterday and he still didn't show up today. From what I see, he's not here either."

"No, he's not here," you repeated deafly. "I haven't seen him since yesterday."

"Did he say something? What he was planning or where he was going?"

"No, I don't remember anything like that."

"Yhm. So nothing here for me. If you remember anything or see him, let me know."

"Something happened?"

"No, nothing. It's just my stupid hunch. But if I don't find him, I'll go to jitō."

Jitō was the deputy owner of the land on which your town was located. He was supposed to watch over his goods and peace, if a problem arose he had to solve it.

You just nodded at that. You didn't understand his concern about Fuku, you saw him yesterday, and he was fine.

"Okay, so be it. I hope to see you both at the show tonight."

"I hope so too."

He said grimly unconvinced and turned his back on you.

- - -

The orange sun had not yet hidden behind the horizon and you were already sitting in a local restaurant, at one of the tables closer to the stage.

People were elegantly dressed, some even more than was required stepping inside and taking their seats. It wasn’t a real okiya, so you didn’t quite understand their efforts to pretend to be better than they were, but you had no intention of pointing it out to them.

It was quiet. Conversations were conducted in a whisper. Glasses were not brought in toast. You could feel the tension in the air. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something. Or someone.

Finally, after a time that seemed to last an eternity. After the sun and its last rays resembling the hands of a drowning man reaching out for help disappeared from the sky, covered by the deep black of the great scape filled with millions of stars, she appeared.

She wasn't looking at anyone. She did not wander around the room with her eyes like a frightened doe. She just took her seat and started playing.

And the music itself was flowing from under her fingers. The sharp notes flooded their all minds.They could not think of anything else, everything outside was in the background. It was just her and them. Her audience.

After the performance was over, there was thunderous applause. Everyone wanted more and more. As we can see, she returned in grand style.

You also listened enchanted. You didn't care that Kiyoshi didn't join you all night. You didn't even notice it. The world outside this room no longer existed.

- - -

"I'm going to the jitō," Kiyoshi told you when you met him buying rice and asked him why he was dressed solemnly.

"Business?"

The man looked at you in surprise, tilting his head as if he wanted to ask if you were kidding.

"I told you I'd go there if I didn't find Ogawa-san anywhere. You haven't forgotten, have you?"

"Oh, no. Maybe a little. I'm sorry."

"Yes, I can see it," he squinted, looking at you critically.

"Have you been at his place to see him?"

"It was the first place I visited. I asked his neighbors if they had seen him, but no one has seen him since he left for work two days ago."

"Then I guess he's not at the slaughterhouse either."

"Exactly."

"Listen, why don't you wait one more day? We'll go to the jitō together if he's still gone. Perhaps he's lost his way back, because he is drunk again."

Although improbable, such situations have happened. One time he took the wrong directions and tried to get into someone's house. The landlord of the house beat him hard, and for a week he walked around with a swollen face and purple bruises all over his body. Another time, he fell asleep in a truck loaded with bags of rice and was driven kilometers from here.

Although Hirano was unconvinced, he accepted your offer and you spent the rest of the day together.

In the evening, you went to your favorite place to eat with music. You only managed to get in because you came earlier - soon after sunset there was such a crowd that no one else could enter.

You saw Kiyoshi looking for your friend, but he didn't even see anyone even remotely resembling him.

When your food were served, she went out on stage. As always, she moved gracefully and without unnecessary movements, as if she knew that part by heart.

The long black hair fell before her face like a funeral veil. She was still wearing a simple brown kimono, and you were a little disappointed that she dismissed your present with contempt.

She raised a pale hand with well-groomed nails holding a wooden bachi pick. The sleeve of the kimono slid down her arm, revealing more of her slender body and silky skin.

You almost fell back into that stunning trance hypnotized by her music when something discreetly pinched your thigh. It was Kiyoshi. He seemed worried.

Surprised at his behaviour, you raised your eyebrows didn't understand.

"Blood," he whispered. His mouth tightened into a line after he repeated it. "She's got blood on her clothes."

And when you looked at the musician you could see how under the kimono, where the collar around her neck covered part of the white hadajuban was a small red spot. If you had sat further away you would never have seen it.

"It could be anything. Maybe she got dirty?"

"Maybe," he admitted grinding his teeth and not taking his eyes off her. Focusing on a small, meaningless speck. "Or maybe not. It will be revealed. Remember, we still haven't found Fuku."

For the rest of the evening, he didn't speak to you, looking for your friend. You too could no longer focus on the music and let yourself be carried away by the pleasant atmosphere - the stain on her collar was bothering you.

What if someone attacked her? What if there's a dangerous animal in the area? Or a madman? What if something could happen to her?

Your restless thoughts rushed more and more as wild mounts were let loose into the increasingly unpleasant, dark recesses of your mind where irrational fear and unlikely scenarios ruled.

But you still haven't found Ogawa-san, have you?

True, but maybe he just got lost again. Maybe he's tired and sleeping at home now. Maybe it's all one big misunderstanding. Maybe the stain on her collar isn't blood.

Maybe.

- - -

The next day, as soon as the sun rose, you set off with Kiyoshi to Fuku's house. You wanted to be absolutely certain, and according to your comrade's supposition, he wasn't there.

Everything looked as usual. There was a bit of a mess inside, but it was nothing disturbing or new. Ogawa was not one of those who paid attention to where he lived.

The futon, instead of being tucked into a closet, lay on the side of the large room with a blanket rolled up into a ball, as if it had just wake up. Around the room stood many pots of sake, which he did not want to throw away, and other things that he probably used lately.

Yeah, it was a mess, but it wasn't unusual.

"Let's go ask the neighbors," you said quickly leaving the house and not looking at Kioshi.

He managed to stop you by grabbing you tightly by the shoulder.

"I already told you, I did it."

"So what now?"

"We can only go to the jitō and he will hire samurai to guard the security. I think that's all we can do."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, for now."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I want to know what happened to Fuku. They won't be looking for the missing." He paused for a moment, feeling his anger rising. "They'll just try to prevent more disappearances. They don't care abo–"

Suddenly he stopped before his voice broke completely and then you noticed how tightly he clenched his fists. As he tries to stop the tears in his eyes and not let them flow down his cheeks.

You... You didn't know he was in such pain. That he feels that way.

You felt guilty that you didn't care more about your friend's disappearance, that you didn't start looking for him right away. That the first person you were worried about when you heard about his disappearance wasn't him, but was someone else.

"Listen Kiyoshi," you started insecure. "I want to hel–"

"No." He cut you of. "You would only be in my way, I prefer to work alone."

"Oh... okey."

You agreed, but you were hurt that your friend wouldn't let you join his investigation and also didn't want to argue with him. He was smart, so you knew he could handle it.

"Ah, and one more thing."

He added before you left the house. That was the last time you saw him, but none of you knew it yet.

"Stay away from that woman. Please."

• • •

The man decided not to involve you knowing how distracted you've been lately. Because of that musician, you couldn't concentrate, and you missed a lot of obvious things.

He was no longer just talking about a bloodstain or a lack of concern about Ogawa.

Yesterday, following the woman from a safe distance (so she could not hear you), he noticed that she was not afraid to travel alone through a dark town or wooded area.

It turned out that she did not live in even on the outskirts of the city, but in a village about an hour away on foot.

She never turned around to see if anyone was following her, and that should be a natural reaction for anyone traveling alone in areas where disappearances occur. Especially women, who are inherently weaker than men.

Almost everyone is talking about the disappearance of Fuku - together with a local vet, he had to help assess whether the animal is suitable for curing or going for slaughter.

Local traders and meat farmers ask about him because he was the cheapest specialist in his trade.

If there were any rivers nearby they could be turned to fish, but within a radius of many kilometers there was none and the delivery could cost them a lot.

Sometimes local doctors needed his help when the only way to save their patients was to amputate a limb.

Did Fuku practice on dead animals for fun, or is the profession of butcher and doctor so similar? He didn't know, and he never wanted to ask.

So what could have happened before he disappeared? And how could a musician you love have anything to do with this?

Unlike Ogawa-san, he was not superstitious or relying on mere hunch, but when he looked at the dark-haired woman he saw cold sophistication in her eyes.

Why a woman traveling alone in the dark didn't fear an attack?

Did she have any weapons on her? Or did she know something that others don't? Maybe she knew she had nothing to fear.

Another thing that caught Kiyoshi's attention was the strange smell around her house.

After "walking" her home safely, he ordered to come closer. Kiyoshi wanted to investigate the source of the scent. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he was already determined to solve the mystery.

He knew that the more days passed, the chance of finding a friend alive dropped drastically. His mind said he was probably dead, but deep down he still hoped of finding him alive.

It's silly how emotions can affect a person's logical thinking and behavior, but there's nothing he can do about it.

After all, he was only human.

Standing in front of her door, he listened to all kinds of sounds from inside, but there was complete silence. The only thing disturbing it was the sound of buzzing wings of flying insects.

Something sat on his hand and automatically killed the bug. He couldn't see what it was, it was too dark for that, but the next one sat on his forehead and another flew past his ear.

Flies?

You tried, slightly confused by his prying behavior, to pull him away, but he just went to the back of the building where the smell intensified.

"Kiyoshi, please sto–"

"Shhhh, be quiet and help me."

"Wha–?"

"Don't talk, just stand against the wall."

He cut off the conversation quickly so the woman couldn't hear you two and showed you where to stand.

In the dim moonlight, he saw a triangular window under the roof. Because the houses in the village were not tall, he could look through them, but he still needed help to reach it.

"Look, I don't think–"

"Shhhh."

You stood straddle and folded your hands, so he could put his foot on it. Then, with a slight swaying, he jumped on your shoulders.

"But listen, I don't–"

"Shhh, ladders don't talk!"

Holding on to the old boards, he tried to find something he could hold on to. Any holes or roughness.

"Stop fidgeting!"

He rebuked you in a whisper almost falling.

"Then don't stand on my head!"

When he stopped wobbling, you grabbed his ankles harder and at his signal, you slowly began to straighten up. Unfortunately, he still didn't reach the window.

He couldn't even pull himself up because he was still missing quite a bit with his hands stretched forth.

"And what? Do you see anything?"

You asked, in disbelief. Did you just help your friend 'peep at' spy on a woman?

"I really don't like what we're doing. Are you listening?"

But Kiyoshi didn't listen. He was mentally preparing for what he was about to do.

He took a deep breath. Then another one, and curled his knees trying not to fall. If he fails, he'll break his leg or arm.

The moment he jumped up, you walked away from the building. He grabbed the edge of the window and the old wood under his weight crackled in protest - they sounded like they were about to break.

At first he wanted to curse you for it, but suddenly he heard footsteps coming from the other side.

You were too loud.

"Is anyone there?"

A harsh female voice spoke up and he froze. He heard you burst through the bushes surrounding the house, rushing to the nearby trees and she stopped just below him.

Time stopped for a man then. Seconds turned into centuries. Flies flying around him sat on his hands and face, tickling him by thier little legs as they walked on him and bit his bare skin.

To keep them from getting up to his nose, he hid his face in a long sleeve, praying that the wood would stand up and that she would not look up.

The black-haired, looking like a yokai in front of her house, stood there for a moment watching the backyard. Long grass could reach her hips - her husband didn't care much about anything but gambling and alcohol, and none of her neighbors ever had the idea of trying to cut down the plants before they became miniature version of the wilderness for rodents and other small animals.

She was sure she heard the conversation, and the tread in the grass clearly indicated someone was here.

Or was it just her imagination? Maybe she's going crazy? Is it possible the smell of carcass lured the predators?

Still, she should be more careful and dispose of the bodies.

When she finally got back inside, Kiyoshi's arms couldn't hold him longer and he let go. He managed to land on his feet, but he leaned back and fell out of the engava into the sticky mud, which with the thick and long grass cushioned the impact like a pillow.

Scared, that she might come back, he quickly hid under wooden porch to wouldn't get caught, but this time he probably didn't make so much noise, because she never showed up again that night.

Unfortunately, he couldn't pull himself up to look inside nad he wasn't even sure if the moonlight allowed him to see anything.

He liked to think of himself as a rational person and more intelligent than the common man based on his intuition, but the smell was too suspicious.

Maybe it's feelings, but he believed that if anyone could know anything about Ogawa's disappearance, it would be her.

He couldn't ask her directly. He'd just freak her out and she'd do something unpredictable. After all, a trapped animal is ready to do anything to survive.

• • •

The next afternoon, Kiyoshi left the house and instead of going to work, he went straight to the jitō that controlled the surrounding area.

He was a clerk, so his request might have meant more to him than to an ordinary farmer.

Personally, he didn't like Hiroto Sasaki.

He got this job only by acquaintance with the landowner and did the necessary minimum of his work - all the money from taxes (which he did not pay to the landowner) was spent on alcohol and courtesans. He often hosted parties for friends in his home and did not care about the problems of the inhabitants.

People often asked him to stand up for them because otherwise he wouldn't even let them in or send them back home.

Kioshi did not have time to take three steps from the gate when an older, stooped woman approached him (as fast as her rheumatism allowed).

She had grey hair tucked into a low bun and a face full of wrinkles showing how her life was filled with both, happiness and worry. Her hands were resting on a long stick that must have helped her on her way here.

"Hirano-sama?" She asked in a quiet voice full of sadness and her half-blind eyes were even sadder. She bowed slightly to him. The man bowed and asked what she had to do with him.

"You see... My son, Kai, went missing yesterday. I can't find him and he's my only support after my husband's death."

"I see, so what can I do?"

Although he asked, he already knew the answer and with even greater determination went to the jitō headquarters to solve the problem.

One of the servants, whom he had managed to meet during his few visits, led him to the back of the mansion.

There, a fat man dressed in gold and surrounded by comfort women, was eating sweets and fruits.

In the background on biwa played them a geisha, sitting under a cherry tree - delicate petals of flowers swirling around her added her femininity and grace.

Kiyoshi, however, shuddered when he saw her resemblance to Nakime from afar. He probably would never have thought that she looked like her up close, but he still hadn't snap out of after yesterday's close encounter with her.

He did not want to look at her, but the sounds constantly emitted by the instrument remind him, that she is there, not allowing to gather thoughts and relax tense muscles ready to fight or escape.

"What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?"

Sasaki hated Hirano. He thought the clerk always poked his nose into his business and added jobs to him. He hated his visits, but his uncle (and the owner of the land he managed) ordered him to let him in because he had already met Kiyoshi by himself.

He said his remarks were accurate and he was able to listen to people. He thought he'd be a good right-hand man for Hiroto, but he knew he was doing better on his own.

The clerk refrained from roll his eyes hearing him and immediately told about the disappearances and pointed out, if the situation doesn't change, they could suspect either a wild dog attack or a serial killer in the area.

"And what do you think I can do about it?"

"Bring the samurai."

He answered without hesitation, instantly enraging the jitō. The fat man blushed so much with anger, he looked like a tomato.

The glass of saki he threw at Hirano luckily passed above his head and crashed somewhere on the rocks behind his back. All he felt was a few drops of alcohol drenching his clothes.

"What do you think you're proposing? Whose money?! Do you think I have no expenses?!"

"Maybe from the taxes we pay you?"

Only the quiet sound of the wind in the branches of the old trees answered him in their own language and the birds singing in them.

The geisha stopped playing as soon as the clay vessel was broken, but even the man, sitting on a chair resembling the emperor’s throne, fell silent.

The clerk, bent all the time, raised his head slightly to see how Hiroto calmed down and turned pale.

As he suspected - all the money went to his and his friends debauchery.

"If you don't think it's appropriate or unnecessary, I can always write a letter to–"

He couldn't finish because Sasaki came to his senses.

"No. There is no need for that. Starting tomorrow, I'll bring in someone to keep an eye on things."

Several times in the past, Kiyoshi threatened to write to his uncle, but it had to be a complete last resort, because he knew Hiroto would be willing to hire an assassin for him.

Not feeling completely satisfied, he had to agree and let go.

He would rather Sasaki did it today (since many samurai looking for new masters to serve recently), but he also knew that after spending all the money that idiot had to somehow get them now.

He could only hope that by tomorrow there would be some samurai in the area.

• • •

As the sun went down, Hirano was already watching the musician's house from afar. He waited for her to come out, so he could sneak in.

She went out to the perform practically every night, so Kiyoshi knew he should soon see her leaving the building and walking along the sandy road.

And an hour after sunset, a woman appears at the door and stands on a wooden engave looking around the neighborhood. Her eyes were scouring the yard like she was looking for something or waiting for someone.

With loose hair and a black kimono, she looked like a yokai demon.

But he didn't understand why she hadn't left yet. Did she know she was there?

No, it's not possible. He made sure he couldn't be seen by her.

So why?

Suddenly, incredibly brisk for a woman of her small stature, she took a large package wrapped in fabric and ran to the back of the house.

What could be in the package, which she was secretly trying to get rid of? She hid letters from her admirers from her jealous husband? She gave birth to an unwanted baby? Or maybe the murder weapon?

The clerk planned to approach there, but also preferred to wait until she went to work. He didn't want to get caught again, and he was afraid it might be a trap.

That she could watch the backyard from the window, and when she saw him, she'd attack him with something. Although Nakime was a woman, he preferred not to underestimate her, especially since their last meeting had completely frightened him.

So he waited.

And he waited all night.

However, she did not go out again and after sunrise - when farmers began to go out to look after animals and crops - he left.

• • •

During the day, Kiyoshi could no longer watch her - as an clerk he had his duties and had to be careful not to fall asleep.

But it wasn't an easy day for him.

Once he poured black ink from the inkpot, staining the sleeve of a silk kimono, and flooded the papers lying next to it. Or he also had to re-read documents a few times because he couldn't concentrate.

He felt completely exhausted, although he didn't feel that way coming here. Tiredness began to catch up with him.

He looked forward to the sunset indicates the end of his work. The steady sound of rain hitting wooden walls or ceramic tiles made him even more sleepy, and he hoped it would clear up by then.

And as soon as it changed from a sad, grey sky to a blood-red color, he immediately went out. There were large puddles everywhere and it still smelled of rain after a few hours, so he took one of the umbrellas with him.

He hoped that someone hired by the jitō would show up during the day to get a map of the area, but no one showed up.

Neither samurai nor any local villagers he would hire to save money.

As he walked, he could hear Fuku's disapproving voice in his head, who, looking at the sky, would say, "Someone good will die today, the sky and the gods are in mourning."

Many times then he looked at him with a sly smile trying not to taunt him after by quoting his grandmother, but now he misses his superstitions.

How much he would give to be able to sit with him and you on an engava and look up at the sky, drinking sake after work and celebrating the start of the day off.

He came to his home first. He wanted to change into darker clothes, so she couldn't see him.

He was hoping she'd leave the house tonight to perform. If not, he's gonna try to look around the back of the building to see what she's hiding.

Kiyosji looked at the unfolded futon, which he didn't hide. It looked so appealing that he lay down on it for a while - after all, she didn't come out with the sunset anyway. He still had time.

And with that thought - he fell asleep.

- - -

He woke up when it was completely dark. Afraid he was running late, he ran towards her house. If he showed up too late, he wouldn't know if she left.

The run didn't last long, he didn't like to practice. If it weren't for his limp stature, you probably never would have been able to hold him on your shoulders.

Intermittently, he switched once from running to marching and his wooden shoes loudly let the surrounding residents know that he was in a hurry. He was panting heavily, like a wounded animal and he could feel that he had fire in his lungs, but he would not stop.

At least until a black-dressed figure stood in his way.

Nakime walked slowly, holding her precious instrument in her hands. One of the sleeves completely concealed her hand, which surrounded the body of the instrument like a mother hugging a child.

Unbelieving (and feeling goose bumps on his sweaty body) he stopped to catch his breath.

The woman passing him did not even look at him.

He looked at her for a moment - she, as if feeling it, stopped and turned completely to face him. A distance of 20 meters separated them, but for him it was still too small.

They stood in silence waiting for any movement of the other person until they were interrupted by a man in armor.

Samurai.

"So this useless pig did something useful at least once." Thought kiyoshi

The man approached the musician and asked if everything was all right, looking suspiciously at Kiyoshi. He was not surprised, but he was still outraged.

She was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

She calmly replied him. Her voice was serious, but pleasing to the ear.

There was also an aversion to the samurai, who had to put on heavy armor just for the show - it was impractical if he came to chase someone lighter and would only slow him down.

After a while, each of them went their way - Nakime to the restaurant, he headed towards her house, and the man watched them.

He was probably making sure Kiyoshi didn't hurt her.

But that's good, because now he's sure he won't get attacked from behind and the house is empty.

Suddenly he realized he was more and more convinced of her guilt, although he had never approved of hasty judgments. He believed everyone was innocent until proven guilty in a court of law or evidence was found to point to the culprit.

Meanwhile, what did he have? Terrible smell coming out of her house and strange behavior. In the past, it wouldn't have been enough for him to pass judgment, but since Fuku's disappearance, his thinking has changed completely.

Standing in front of her house, Hirano stopped and began to listen. The only thing that could be heard from inside was the noise of a flock of flying flies on which the sound he trembled. He hated all kinds of insects, but he forced himself not to vomit or run away.

The odor's gotten worse since the last time he was here, and he had to put a long sleeve on his nose and mouth. He must have blocked it somehow.

It didn't help much.

He planned to get in and out quickly. The building wasn't big, so it couldn't have taken him long.

The door was not locked - probably the smell itself discouraged entering.

Inside, he left them open so the faint moonlight would illuminate this room. He saw the outline of a low table and two seat cushions. In the corner of the wall with the door, there was something white that he thought was bedding.

But in the current light, he couldn't recognize the huge stains on the tatami mats. He needed a candle.

Holding his breath from time to time, he searched the few cabinets inside and found some hidden next to a bag of rice along with a flint.

Satisfied that he managed so well, he started hitting stones against against each other and watched as the sparks light up the room for a moment until he managed to ignite the wick.

What he saw next made his heart stop and all the color drained from his face, making him look like a ghost. At the moment, although he was alone, he felt threatened and wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. He felt like a deer on a hunt.

Blood was everywhere. Dark stains covered the floor at the table, one pillow and led into the other room behind the shōji door.

On the table he saw overturned white sake glass, also stained with blood, and nearby there was a jug in which there was still some alcohol.

Feeling his body getting heavy he moved into the other room and when he reached out to open the door, he saw that he was trembling. There, the smell and the sound intensified like a warning not to go in.

He was afraid of what he'd see, but he had to...

With one quick move, he opened the door. It slammed and the smell hit him in the face with double force, pinching his eyes. Flies immediately sat on him, looking for something to eat, biting his exposed skin and drinking sweat.

There, in the middle of a small room, were two bodies. He saw the white larvae moving in what used to be the heads of the wretchs, and how far the rotten process had gone.

He couldn't hold out and threw up. It was too much for him. He had to get out. Now. Immediately.

But he didn't even have time to take a step because as soon as he turned around, the hammer hit him in the face, smashing his completely nose and knocking out his teeth.

Through the black spots appeared before his eyes, Kiyoshi saw a figure in front of him and then fell, when she hit him a second time, falling into the death chamber. He managed to block the blow with his hand and heard a loud crack of a broken branch.

He didn't think about it then, but that was the sound of his broken fingers. Because of the adrenaline, he couldn't feel it now.

Unfortunately, he didn't see anything else. The candle fell out of his hand and went out.

He felt a weight on his stomach as the woman sat on him and tried to hit him on the head again. He was still covering himself by his wounded arm and trying to get it off her somehow, but she was too heavy for him.

He hoped that someone would hear his scream and come to help him, because at every moment he weaken.

But no one came, and another body was found in Nakime's room. Now she's done her ritual and she is ready to perform.

- - -

The venue was buzzing of impatient voices. All the gathered people were looking forward to the arrival of their favorite musician, who rarely made herself time off. The long-haired woman hypnotized with her music, causing clients to come back for more.

Her fame quickly spread around the area and it became harder and harder to find a place inside. You had to come a few hours earlier to listen to her melody.

Because of this, some (those who never heard it and just wanted to eat) thought it was stupid. They didn't understand and called her audience fools.

And you were one of those fools. You're in front of the stage again, waiting for her to perform like a dog for a treat. Despite your most sincere attempts to stop or listen to your friend, you could not stop coming. She was like a drug.

Every time you've seen her, you've felt the butterflies in your belly start to dance inside and your mind becomes incredibly light, like when you're drunk with alcohol. But you didn't drink sake so you wouldn't be distracted and fully enjoy the performance.

But today she still hasn't shown up. People began to get impatient and the owner of the premises upset - thanks to her his income increased significantly and if she decided to change workplace meant problems for him.

Some of the guests left mad, and some started wondering out loud where she was. At some point, they started chanting her name, thinking it would make her suddenly show up.

You'd probably be the last person to leave this place and still wait a few more hours for her.

You missed her and her music during the day, waiting for the night to see her again.

But you didn't have to because she finally showed up.

She was wearing a black kimono that you once gave her, but something that caught your eye and prevented you from fully enjoying the performance was the numerous tearing of the material that you seemed to be the only one to see.

• • •

Nakime came home in the morning at her regular time. She was fine, both physically and emotionally, despite the scratches on her forearms and the bruises on her abdomen caused by that burglar. Even a not-so-pleasant meeting with a neighbor did not dampen her spirits.

An old woman called her attention to yesterday's noise and said she already thought her husband was dead. Until recently, quarrels and shouts in their home were standard fare.

It was supposed to be a joke, but she didn't even know how much of it was true. She also told musician to take care of the horrible smell coming out of her house.

She didn't care much about her as she was about yesterday's guest.

She did the right thing coming home. Meeting the samurai made her feel a little insecure and afraid of detection - killing someone outside meant more risk.

She wanted to go back and keep trying to dispose of the bodies. Although they made her nauseous, she found the willpower to cut them into pieces and wrapped in her previous kimono.

She finally appreciated the clothes you gave her because you can't see the blood stains on them. But she felt that if she came out on stage all covered in blood, no one would even notice - everyone was mesmerized by her music.

Sighing, she undressed and went to bed. Then maybe she'll try to get rid of the body parts again.

It was a tedious and difficult task. She had to do it in such a way that the origin of the meat could not be determined immediately.

But she was glad she took care of it because otherwise she wouldn't have found the footprints and other tracks behind her house suggesting an unwanted presence.

She was sure it was her night visitor, but who was the other person? Why didn't they come together?

A normal person would feel scared in a situation like this, but after tonight, Nakime felt invincible. The power she had and the impunity with each subsequent murder made her as drunk as alcohol. She became more and more confident and less cautious.

But she now fell asleep without fear.

- - -

Her work was interrupted by a knock on the door. Her fingers and wrist hurt from cutting hardened cartilage, and her knees from long kneeling.

She got up unstably and washed her hands in a bucket of cold water before she opened the door.

Is it that crazy old lady again? Anybody else in the neighborhood who's bothered by the smell? Maybe it's a samurai?

But it wasn't any of them.

That was you.

You stood insecurely, holding a package wrapped in brown paper in your hands. You didn't look her in the eye. Instead, you focused on the floor.

You took small, short breaths to somehow bear the stench from inside, but you did not make a face. You asked if you could come in and talk.

Nakime moved away from the door to let you in. She tried not to show it, but she was glad you came - she was shaking all over her body at the thought of smashing your head and going to perform again in the evening.

You stood in the middle of the room, and the setting sun lit the room for a moment until she quickly closed the door and darkness set in. She didn't have any open windows here.

"I know everything," you started before she had a chance to come up to you. She quietly took the hammer lying on the cabinet near the door.

"And on the one hand, I didn't want to believe it, I've been denying it all the time... But I can't do this anymore. It rips my heart between what I should do and..."

"What do you mean?" She asked, but she wasn't interested in your answer. She just want you to didn't turn around for a second.

Nakime was standing right behind you with a hammer ready to strike.

"You are the murderer, aren't you? You killed Fuku and Kiyoshi..."

Suddenly you turned around when she had her tool raised and made her hesitate. It gave you the precious second to grab her wrist and lowered it, asking her to talk for one more minute longer.

"I should turn you in, but I can't," you confessed. "I'm hurt by what you did and it will never stop, but for some reason I can't do anything against you."

Your voice broke. She was so close now, she saw you were on the verge of mental breakdowns.

"Please tell me what I should do. If you think it's best to kill me, do it and put an end to my torment."

For a moment she didn't know what to say. She felt she should end it with one punch, but instead she told you to leave.

She didn't like the new kind of arousal caused by your confession, the fluttering of her heart or how the blood came up to her cheeks. She felt she was getting a fever because of you. Her legs are even weaker than they were before.

"Then you'd better kill me," you said firmly, surprising her. "Because I can't live without you–your music."

You were too embarrassed by what you said, so you quickly added the first thing that came to your mind. You were hoping it was too dark to see your blush.

But she couldn't bring herself to lift the hammer anymore. When was the last time she felt that way? If ever it must have been a long time ago.

"Get as far away from here as you can," she began in an imperiously tone. "And come back exactly ten years from now, if you still feel the way you feel, you will come back here and I will play only for you."

And you left her with a bleeding heart after an indescribable loss. Nakime thought she was merciful to you, she condemned you to an even worse fate than if she had killed you - from now on you will carry her sins on your back, the betrayal of your friends and miss her for each of the 3 652 days.

Awareness of all this will not allow you to sleep peacefully. Her absence prevents you from eating and function normally. Losing your friends isolated you.

You never stayed anywhere longer after that, looking for your place and running away from that house at the same time.

She was both, your cure and curse.

- - -

You went to her show last one time and left the next morning with the first rays of sunshine.

Nakime put on another kimono, that you brought her - simple, black, because you noticed she doesn't like glamour and extravagance.

In the full light of the room, she could see how the events of the last few days had affected you. You were pale, lost weight and had big bags of sleeplessness under your eyes.

You looked like a shell of your former self.

It gave her the thought that now you belong to her - she will never leave your mind or heart and will be your only one. For the rest of your days, even though you're not together, she will haunt you in your life as a ghost of the past, when you awake and in your dream.

For some reason, she liked the power she had over you.

The melody of that day was very sentimental and passionate. The performance was definitely different and even better than usual. Some felt goosebumps and coldness during climax moments, and wiped away tears at the slower ones.

It wasn't just music meant to show her talent and entertain the audience - it had a message behind it. And everyone felt it.

It was her goodbye to you.

People talked about it for a long time after you left, hoping she'd do it again, but she never did. Her fame came as far as you ran away, haunting you and never letting you forget your sin of silence.

You pretended not to hear and didn't speak up when the subject of a genius musician was raised. All the venues, where the music played you avoided like the plague.

After you left, she felt like she lost something, looking at the table you used to always occupy. She also became even more ruthless in her actions, which led to her demise.

This one time she chose the wrong person, because he could not be called a human, and gave her a new life as a demon.

You, looking for relief after a few years, ended up with one of your clients. A platinum blonde with rainbow eyes greeted you with open arms after seeing your condition.

His closed community was located in a remote area in the mountains. People there like you were broken and destroyed by life or loved ones.

And what it meant to you, they've never heard of her or her music.

Honestly, it didn't surprise you that most of them were women, inherently weaker physically than men. They couldn't defend themselves, so they always had to run away and hope they'd be better off somewhere else.

Every time the Founder called you a "poor thing", you felt like you were getting goosebumps and when he looked at you with those sad eyes, you thought something was wrong. Like he's faking it.

But it used to be, because with your current state, you didn't care.

You felt a slight discomfort associated with the honor of eating in his private chamber, but he did not seem to care.

You didn't notice when you were talking that he doesn't eat anything from a table full of food prepared by his followers. All he did was push plates towards you to make sure you tried everything. And with his elbows on the table, he listened to you like you were telling a fairy tale. You didn't want to talk about her or your problems, so you told him where you were and what you saw.

With his chin resting on his hand with blue long claws nails and sleepy eyes, he listened to everything like enchanted and curious about you.

He, in order for you to stay, persuaded you to hand over your business to someone else and join the cult.

He argued that by your constant fatigue and lack of strength to handle it. He promised to improve your condition after you moved here - he praised the brisk mountain air, pure waters full of minerals and his connection with the gods, giving comfort to his followers.

You weren't convinced by the idea of being one of his followers, who loved his every move, so you got the role of his guest.

You lived with the rest of them in a big common room - the men and women (with children) had their own separate wings in the large building.

You had there your own responsibilities that weren't too heavy, because the Founder of the cult told you to focus on recovery.

And just like anyone else, you could leave whenever you wanted (in theory).

Many times during the talks he offered you the attainment of your own eternal paradise - explaining that it means a state of eternal peace and happiness, without any worry and pain. His ultimate mercy toward broken people.

The offer sound tempting, you had to admit it, but you had a promise to keep, and sinners like you have no place in paradise.

And now, you found yourself again in front of the same door as ten years ago.

Douma was slightly opposed to your departure, saying you were still unhealed and tried to convince you to stay, but you were adamant about it. He gave up after you promised you'd come back and maybe you'd finally accept his offer.

You had to find out if the last ten years of your life were in vain.

To meet her, you left Douma's cult five days earlier and spent the night at the inn, because you arrived a day too early (than you assumed) and you sold your house a long time ago.

The wood on the door started to splinter, but it was strong enough to withstand your knock.

For a moment you wondered if she was still there or had not been caught, until the door with the loud squeak of the old hinges opened itself.

Inside, you thought nothing had changed - only the smell had left. Where there used to be a second room (with the bodies) she was sitting with her biwa. Behind her was an impenetrable darkness as if there were no walls behind her.

After called her by her old surname (which you didn't even notice slipping out of your mouth) you didn't speak to each other anymore.

You were surprised she still had the same kimono you gave her. You know this, it was made especially for your order, because you could not find anything in her type.

As soon as you took your seat on the only pillow (like it's specially set up in front of her for you), she started playing, and you thought the last decade was just a bad dream.

You've both fallen into a trance by hypnotizing each other. So much has happened that she's forgotten your promise, and if you hadn't come, you'd be a relic of her past.

In the morning, before the sun had time to rise, you left with the feeling that you belonged to each other. She was the musician, and you were her audience.

But before you left for the next 29 days, she spoke to you only once to telling you to call her Nakime.

And with every full moon, you'd come back for more. She didn't invite you but you knew she'd be waiting for you and she knew you'd be back.

She never spoke to you, but you didn't mind. You both understood each other without words and your roles in the relationship.

Sometimes after her performance you felt happy, sometimes more depressed than usual which Douma noticed and always asked about. He seemed to care very much about his followers, so you believed it was a real concern.

As history has shown, you are sometimes very naive and blind.

After a long and tiring series of questions from him, you finally revealed the reason for your sudden departures and current changes in mood.

Once Nakime was ordered to bring in all 12 moons, but she had a problem. Douma, as always, had company in his audience chamber and could not move him, when people were close.

She waited patiently to bring him, when she heard you come in to inform him of your another trip. You wanted to do it when he had an audience so you could get out sooner, but unfortunately he was willing to discuss it with you.

"Oh, you're leaving so soon again? Ahh, I was about to call you. I'm soooo bored here alone. Are you sure I couldn't go with you? Please, I'm begging you."

The blonde asked you with a smile and folding his hands as his followers do in prayer, excited as if you'd already agreed. For some reason, you felt like he was putting more and more pressure on you as this time of the month came.

"Douma-sama, you have responsibilities, and I'll see you in a few days."

Sitting cross-legged on a big pillow, a man puffed up his cheeks like a baby. Sometimes you wonder how old he really is.

You refrained from sighing and running your hand over your face. To stop him from pleading further, you drew your last card against him.

"Besides, I thought you couldn't leave the building during the day. And I couldn't just travel at night, you know that, right?"

"Yes, but it'll take so long and you'll be sad again because of that woman."

He closed his eyes and leaning slightly forward started whining in the tone of a child stating the sad obvious.

Untli he suddenly straightened up as if a new energy had entered him and, clapping his hands, said pleased with his new idea.

"I know! It will be better if you stay here this month! Then you will not take a step backward in your treatment."

But you instantly frowned and clenched your fists. His insistence was slowly starting to get on your nerves.

The blonde, feeling as if he were on thin ice, became sad again and rested his chin on his hand. In the second, he was holding a golden fan.

You once had a chance to get a close look at it, during the affiliation of new members in his this same chamber. He covered half of his face with it after hearing another sad story.

After several times spent with him during this meetings (at his request) you noticed that although all the stories were always tragic, they also sound very similar.

You're surprised they didn't affect his psyche after all these years of listening to other people's problems and expecting them to solve them.

Although perhaps that was the reason for his sometimes childish behavior? When he needed to, he was able to remain serious, although most of the time he acted like an actor on stage - sometimes all too exaggeratedly.

Normally, he'd keep pushing you to stay until you escaped into the sunlight, but he's noticed you've become distant and inaccessible to him lately. This prompted him to rethink and change his tactics.

"I'd better go."

"Will you come back?"

"As always," you said, turning your back to him.

You were getting more and more tired of his personality. And it wasn't just you, Nakime listening to it was also running out of patience.

"My, my. You're really quickly trying to get away from me. Wait a minute longer. I have one more question."

You sighed.

After Nakime performances, you discovered that you are finally managed to sleep peacefully all night without the corpses of your friends blaming you for their deaths, and you waited impatiently for her. On the one hand, it gave you relief, and on the other, a sense of guilt.

You wish you were on your way already, but as a courtesy, you always came to let him know you were leaving and then you had to regret it.

"Yes, Douma-sama? What do you want to ask?"

You asked dryly, wanting just to get out. For some time, Douma seemed too interested in your travels and invited you to spend time together much more often. Even when you were too mentally exhausted and didn't accept the offer, he would come to you. He was literally like a little kid, who didn't understand the word "no."

The black-haired woman clenched her fingernails on the instrument until the wood crumbled a little. If she'd used a little more force, she'd have broken her biwa like a stick. The blue fingernails pierced the neck of the instrument, creating holes, but she didn't care about it now.

"What is she like? You never told me much about her."

"Is that all you want to know? After that, can I leave?"

"Of course," Douma said straightening up and putting his hand on his massive chest dressed in a red turtleneck with a black top. "I always keep my promises."

A man was looking at you with those peculiar rainbow eyes waiting for an answer. They were simultaneously alluring and dreadful. Everyone said they were his gift from the gods.

But like you, he also had his curse and it was those beautiful eyes. Maybe that's why blonde demon thought he was the only one, who understood you and what it was like, in his own twisted way, remembering his beginnings from time when he was human.

Knowing that it would be better to answer him (because you may later regret it by his insistence upon your return), you pondered for a moment.

What is Nakime like?

She was elegant, cold and cruel. Merciless. Yes, but you can't deny that you've noticed the silent acts of courtesy she made to you during your meetings. She was too proud to admit them out loud.

The interior of the house has somehow changed, the blood has disappeared and it is definitely warmer for you on cold nights.

Sometimes you seemed to sense a delicate scent of flowers, completely different from Douma - a strong, suffocating smell of lilies. And sometimes you seemed to sense something else underneath it on him.

She was above it all, but she was also...

"She's cute."

You said with such confidence, that the woman's face instantly turned red. Her heart beat faster and in her belly the long-sleeping butterflies woke up.

What did you do to her?

Douma unexpectedly laughed behind his hand. The joyful, spontaneous sound echoes through the walls of the spacious room making it even louder.

When he finished and did nothing more, you raised your eyebrows in silent question.

"Hm? Did something happen? You decided to stay?"

"No, I'm just wondering if that's it."

Douma smiled at you as if you were telling a joke.

"Just like I promised, you're free now." But before you disappearing completely from his sight, he added:

"And remember I can always give you eternal paradise if you ever decide. Then you'll never have to suffer again."

As soon as the shōji door with the painted lily on canvas closed behind you, he was moved to Infinite Castle.

Muzan asked them about their progress in the search for the Blue Spider Lily and their success in eliminating the Ubuyashiki clan, at the same time strongly criticizing and calling them useless. Sometimes he had to relieved his anger on them and somehow get them to work so they wouldn't get too lazy.

Some of the blood of the lower moons was spilled and some of the upper moons were reminded of their place in the hierarchy. Nothing new.

And when the meeting was over in a few strokes of the strings, she sent everyone back where they were. Except for one person.

Douma looked around in surprise wondering why he was not yet in Eternal Paradise in his chamber. As soon as he saw Nakime sitting in the distance, he stood up and waved to her.

"Oh, Biwa Lady, what's wrong? Are you bored too?"

Nakime ignored him and, squeezing the plectra tighter, said imperatively.

"Stay away from that human."

"Hmm?" He muttered, putting his finger to his cheek and tilting his head slightly, thinking for a moment. After that, the man asked carelessly.

"Which one? I have a bit too many of them to guess which one exactly you mean, hahaha."

Douma laughed innocently, pretending not to know what she meant, irritating her even more. If the bangs hadn't covered her face, he could have seen her veins pulsing furiously across her forehead.

As a final warning to him, she repeated this to him through clenched teeth.

"Leave. That. Human. Alone. And. Never. Bother. Again."

"Oh, you mean my friend?"

He tilted his head slightly and with a satisfied smile added.

"But your chosen one lives with me, how could I ever leave my dear friend alone in need?"

Blonde bowed his head slightly, wrinkled in fake worry thick eyebrows and crossed his arms. "Oh, my, my. You're putting me in a difficult position. Friends should help each other and besides..."

He looked at her half-closed, with a predatory smile, and said in a lowered voice. "I don't usually share with my food."

Suddenly Douma was crushed by a wall falling on him from above. When she released him, he looked like a moving mass of flesh and meat.

He recovered quickly as a upper second moon befits, laughing at the woman's reaction. If he wanted to, he could easily avoid it with his speed.

"Oh, my, my, hahaha, you really need it, you're a quite strong, but still too weak and little too slow, my dear."

Seeing that he raised his hand again, he added quickly.

"I'm sorry, sorry, I just bait you. I didn't know you cared so much about this one. If you'd explained it before, I'd understand."

"There is nothing to understand here. Don't elaborate. You're just supposed to stop."

The cult leader giggled again and with a friendly smile refused.

"You see, this is my friend, who came to me for help. Who would I be if I didn't help him get rid of the pain? After all, it's my job."

Before Nakime could pull the strings and hurt him again, he said:

"You're cute."

Imitating your voice and tone. He wasn't the best at it, but it worked well enough that she hesitated for a moment and almost dropped the instrument. Grasping the neck of the biwa again, she changed the acrod, and instead of cutting him vertically with a shōji door, she sent him back to his audience chamber.

It took less than a second, but Douma noticed it, and he was complacent. Although he did not consider himself a master of deduction, as demonstrated by his least fruitful search for the Blue Spider Lily of all the moons.

Who would have expected Biwa Lady to have feelings for human?

But she must have forgotten one thing, when she was ordering and trying to intimidate him, is that demons are very territorial and jealous of their food - especially the upper moons.

Nakime still had over 72 hours left until you arrived, and she started wondered during that time whether it would be better to just lock you up at Infinity Castle after all.

[city-forager-nz]

Purple deadnettle

Summary:

Edible: Yes

Toxic lookalikes: No

Medicinal: Mild anti inflammatory

These shits are everywhere, and I first noticed them by their flowers, which reminded me of wild catnip I found in Timaru.

How to identify:

They can grow pretty much anywhere, the one in the photo above was on the side of a sidewalk near a busy road. If you think you’ve spotted one of these, there’s a few ways to check if it’s safe:

- check the color of the flowers. It’s lookalike, henbit, will have more pinkish flowers in a longer tube, so make sure you’re seeing more purple flowers and buds quite close to the leaves. If you see those, you should be fine.

- the leaves are spade/heart shaped with rounded ridges and wrinkles/indentations on the veins.

- the wrinkle patterns are typically reminiscent of a leather type texture, you don’t want a big central vein with straight, symmetrical offshoots. Purple deadnettle has a more haphazard pattern to it.

After confirming it’s safe to touch, go ahead and pull off one of the sprigs. The stems should be rectangular prisms, and crisp and easily breakable. The leaves will have a soft, peach-fuzz texture on top and a smoother underside with more defined vein ridges.

The leaves will be arranged up the stem in pairs, one leaf on either side of the stem at each layer, becoming smaller and more densely stacked the further up the stem they are. Typically there will be a small dense bundle of tiny leaves at the very top.

The flower buds grow on the stem under the topmost layers of leaves in purple spheres with green, prickly-looking bases. These won’t hurt you.

Depending on the conditions the plant grows in, the topmost leaves may take on a darker purple or green-grayish hue, or at least the edges of the topmost leaves. This is a big sign you’ve got the right plant.

Breaking the leaves produces a slight herbal smell, I’m not sure quite what to compare it to, but it won’t smell minty or lemony, but it does have a distinct smell, as most herbs do.

Cool, so why would I want to pick these?

Purple deadnettle are considered weeds, however they are technically herbs. They are edible, and have a very mild taste, very similar to the way they smell. Best I can describe it is “earthy”

They are considered an anti-inflammatory, so poultices are good for minor scratches and bug bites.

I’ve heard they’re good in tea and smoothies but I haven’t tried it.

All photos and images are mine, unedited.

[zel-shadedreviews]

Well, this was a shortly-lived franchise, wasn’t it? While earning a decent response from critics and getting a series afterwards, is it really remembered over ten years later?

Due to be married, Susan gets hit by an asteroid and begins growing stupendously tall, where the Armed Forces lock her away into a government base with other monsters. It turns out that they’re needed to stop an alien invasion in order to get back the ‘quantonium’ inside Susan, so she and the other monsters band up together to fight in exchange for their freedom. Upon freedom, Susan finds out how life doesn’t turn the way she intended.

Even when I was younger, I wasn’t the biggest fan of this movie, finding it disappointing in terms of its premise’s execution. Today, I still share the same feelings, mainly from its presentation and story layout. I got the intention on how this was a huge homage towards classic monster movies, but then that the premise felt wasted on its minuscule conflict. Nothing exactly interesting happens for a good chunk of the film before the characters attempt to settle down, finding it hard to really fit in, but push on with their lives. Even after Susan finally finds a new purpose to her life, there’s still half-an-hour to fill in lost time, where it returns to the invasion and a big rescue mission.

Do you see where I’m coming from this? Nothing interesting really happens in this movie and it’s a shame, considering that the title alone could have had some merit with its plot. Its sense of humour was that diminutive on delivering any laughs, relying more on juvenile jokes half the time and repeating the same formula. The four main monsters were merely relying on the same joke that spew out some rather uncomfortable dialogue such as one flirting on the giant woman.

There’s one deliberately annoying joke where it’s relying solely on screaming at every monster, which lacked any real thought into them whatsoever. That’s not to say that all of the jokes were lacking, as the villain had something substantial and a decent attempt at a dark joke of the Invisible Man.

To match the uninteresting premise, there’s a lacklustre quality to be found, attempting to replicate the Looney Tunes’ style of movements. With stiff designs like these unappealing creatures and horrifying humans, they normally take part in some quick-paced movements, looking as clumsy as ever. With their fight sequences, which I was deeply hoping to become the saving graces since certain monster crossovers were promising, there’s little to none. You’d expect a kaiju-expected fight, but then focusing on a game of push-and-shove between human and robot, where very little contribution from the actual monsters was utilised.

My main problem with this film was how these human designs are downright ugly to look at, especially when they had to focus on their expressive features. The president’s rectangular face was a prime example on how unlimited his variety of facial expressions could be. They were that focused on making each human look more than monsters than its main characters that they delivered such a claymation vibe towards their movements. As for the monster designs, they’re what I could label as adequate, but nothing remotely spectacular, as I was more invested in the foreground’s disgusting display.

The only aspect I could appreciate for its attempt was Susan and her dilemma, ironically, even if her face looked that she was hit by a shovel. The writers attempted to really sell the sympathy, especially with her in a relationship thats to boost the career of an egotistical weather anchor. I appreciated the twist on how Susan chooses to move on with her life rather than find another partner.

Too bad that the monsters were mainly results of nothing but filler, only to remind you of better movies that they were homaging. None of these characters were that relevant during the fight sequences, only making their mark officially when their differences are met with the panicking humans. Take a wild guess how long did it take them to overcome their minuscule insecurities when met with fear from the humans; this felt like a really poor man’s imitation of the first two Shrek films.

The Missing Link was the average pretentious jock, creepily showing off towards the new female member of their team, while feeling underwhelmed when “outmatched by a girl” after the robot fight. Dr. Cockroach was another unfunny addition to the team, despite voiced by Hugh Laurie, acting as the smart scientist with a deep infatuation with garbage. Then, there’s B.O.B. as the only one to get some laughs due to his intentionally-dumbfounded nature and voice by Seth Rogan. There’s also Insectosaurus the primitive member of the team, where he could have been written out of the movie from his lack of contribution.

The main villain was Gallaxhar the alien overlord who wishes to conquer earth with his quantonium, which is within Susan from the asteroid. For a great chunk of the first and second act, he never really posed as any significant threat or made any large point in the storyline, but rather observe and plan his future for Earth. There were some passably-funny moments with his line delivery, having some funny arguments with his computer and a backstory that’s interrupted every five seconds.

There’s nothing special or even that much of a rush to watch this flick, except a way to keep children distracted for a good hour and a half. For any remote substance, there’s a tiny amount, as it clearly wasted any amount of potential it had.

Final Rating: F

2/10

[sonderrow]

Archer’s Workplace.

Archer’s official office is at the top of large, skyscraper building in a busy business district, where most East Asia businesses are centered. The whole of the last floor are his work quarters, with an access per a private elevator which leads to it, the ground floor or the underground levels.

Its furniture are mostly wooden and black, with a monochrome aesthetic. Window walls surround the front and back of the office, with thick, study dark screens and curtains for when the sun is out.

The biggest view is at the back of the large desk and tall chair. On said desk, there seems to, oddly, only have the computer resting on it, and nothing else, at all time.

When sitting at the desk, to your left, you find a massive bookshelf taking half the wall, with the door entrance being at its very end, filled with files, some decorations and drawers. All very neatly put together, some spaces having a glass case to see through, most of those showing smaller works of art behind. To your right, the same type of bookshelf, except this one is filled to the brim with books and has a door giving to a small walk-in closet. Reference works, encyclopedias, but also personal works Archer prefers to keep stored here, such as novels, photography compilations and classic movies.

At the other end of the office, a step will bring you down on a soft, dark carpet with abstract, modern shapes where a rectangular, minimalist coffee table lay with nothing usable on top of it. The table is surrounded side by side by two firm fabric type, dark grey couches. Behind the right one, Archer’s bookshelf take the whole wall, while the left one has a mini refrigerator and freezer some paces behind it alongside an opaque, black cabinet where drinks are poured, storing various recipients to take alcohol.

The building is part of the international line of the Romero high class hotels owned by Alucard Romero, Archer’s sire. While Alucard runs the high-end and accessorily criminal organization, he assigned Archer to its busiest district in America, amongst other things. Given the sire takes his parental role as his most important in life, duties are often thrown at Archer, who does the ones he wants and let his sire handle the most bothersome ones. Because they’re asses to one another like that.

Given its location, the hotel where Archer’s office is located gives a highlights of East Asia aesthetic. With the fewer international locations Alucard built his hotel, the Japanese influences are most of it. The minimal aesthetic is built around symmetry, large empty space, monochromatic marble and rectangular shapes, with deep red accents. Every member of the staff is impeccably dressed up, trained and paid to look so at all time.

Official, legal services include restauration, conferences, receptions, access to the house’s unique brews made to its owner’s taste, a bar, a spa and a Japanese style indoor garden amongst other things.

The network is rooted in corrupted officials, criminal organizations and supernatural ones, with an extremely strict policy that business is done pacifically inside the hotel and its vicinities, at the risk of being banned or worst. It is thus considered safe for civilians who can afford it to use.

It is only underground, in a decor similar to the rest minus the decoration (which gives it a very cold, practical aspect) that illegal trades are made in terms of physical goods.

Unofficial services given by the hotel areprostitution and human (or other humanoids) trafficking, which doesn’t differentiate minors from adults. Outside the sire’s penchant for lust, the latter is mostly used as food for the supernatural in need of specific type of meals.

The hotel also pride itself in being able to offer third parties arrangements both for mortals and inhumans such as bounties, mercenaries, bribe transactions, drug trafficking and the likes. As long as they are useful to the sire’s empire and his priorities.

The truth, however, is that Alucard is an old, old drunken, lost and lazy asshole. And Archer can use his facilities however he pleases, without having to take the blunt.

Updated 23/02/2021

[ahordeofwasps]

Find the Word Tag

I’ve been tagged by the wonderful @amewinterswriting! Thanks for the tag! My words are cozy, comfortable, sleep, and soft! I’ll be sharing excerpts from To Not Falling Off Cliffs and Mayday!

But first, the no pressure tags! I’ll be tagging @isherwoodj, @kaiusvnoir, @space-writes, @autumnalwalker, and open tag! Your words are road, ruin, rage, and rifle!

Now, onto To Not Falling Off Cliffs and Mayday!

To Not Falling Off Cliffs

Cozy

Not found. I’ll share a fun fact instead! In To Not Falling Off Cliffs, souls are made out of time and probability! 

Sleep

Erika walked slowly, not out of deliberation, but of hesitation. Her stomach did flips and the chill she felt got colder. The dull throb of her headache escalated into a pounding pain. Erika dreaded to see what she may find, to know that something she once gave little thought was secretly a killer, born out of neglect or ignorance. But, as much as she dreaded it, Erika could not stop herself from finding out. Knowing that there was something could be killing her without knowing what it was was a fast way to turn an almost sleepless night into a completely sleepless one.

Soft

By the time Erika made it back to her apartment, her headache had completely faded. She put away the groceries and considered making herself lunch but found herself without an appetite. Instead, Erika popped a tape into her cassette player and made herself a cup of tea. She sat on the couch, sipping her tea as she listened to the soft guitar melodies of a band too old to be popular but too young to be considered tastefully vintage. The music had a tinge of static from the speakers to it, roughing its smooth edges.

Erika could have downloaded the music to her laptop and listened to it through the crystal-clear audio of her headphones. She could have bought a record player and listened to music the same way her grandparents once did. But Erika preferred her cassette player. There was something special about listening to a tape that would degrade regardless of what she did or didn’t do. Knowing that this could be the last time she could hear the song through the speakers of her cassette player only made the music sound sweeter.

Mayday

Comfortable

There was a hull breach. It had to be contained. The reinforced automatic doors came down, isolating the compromised cargo hold… with me in it. I… I shouldn’t have survived…

 Some crates had busted open and that’s what ended up saving me. One of the crates had insulation panels for the temporary shelters we were to build when we reached Ross one-two-eight-B. These insulation panels are these rectangular vessels about an inch thick that are filled with some kind of gel. They’re supposed to interlock with each other in the interior of the temporary shelters until we could get something more permanent and comfortable built.

  Anyways, these gel-filled insulation panels go flying out of one of the crates and because all the precious air in the hold is getting sucked out into the void, these panels, along with everything else, go flying towards the breach. I would have gone with them if I hadn’t clung to one of the shelving units. One of the panels hits the breach flat on and I can hear it crack. Next thing I know, the air is no longer being sucked out of  the room anymore. When I look over, I see that the panel is completely shattered and the gel is covering the breach, but… well… the gel isn’t exactly gel anymore. It was this very rigid blob that changed colour. When the gel is in the panels, it’s this bright blue colour, but when the panel broke open, it changed into muddy brown… not gel.

[toybuzzau]

How to Choose the Right Trampoline Size for Your Backyard?

Backyards come in all shapes and sizes, and so do trampolines. Whether you're a parent shopping for an active child or someone designing the perfect play space, choosing the correct trampoline size is one of the most important decisions you'll make. It's not just about fitting a trampoline in a yard — it's about safety, space, fun, and long-term value.

At Toy Buzz, we help families across Australia find the perfect trampoline to fit their outdoor spaces. With so many shapes, sizes, and styles on the market, making the right choice starts with looking beyond just price tags and flashy features. It's about finding what works best for your space, your needs, and your kids.

Start With the Space You Have

The very first step is measuring your available yard space. This might sound obvious, but many people eyeball it — and that can lead to a trampoline that doesn’t fit or ends up too close to fences, sheds, or trees.

What to consider?

Clearance area: Leave at least 1.5 to 2 metres of clear space on all sides of the trampoline for safety. This buffer zone is essential.

Overhead clearance: No tree branches, washing lines, pergolas, or cables overhead.

Surface: Flat, level ground is a must. Avoid sloped or uneven areas.

A tight fit not only looks awkward but compromises safety. On the other hand, a trampoline that’s too small for a large yard might not get much use. Balance is key.

Match the Size to the Age Group

Size directly impacts the kind of fun your kids will have and how long the trampoline will suit them. Bigger isn't always better, especially for younger jumpers.

Here’s a simple breakdown:Trampoline SizeBest forApprox. Age Group4.5ft – 6ftToddlers & young kids3–6 years8ft – 10ftSmall to medium-sized kids6–10 years12ft – 14ftOlder kids, teens10+ years15ft+Teens, adults, multiple kids13+ years and adults

If you're purchasing for toddlers or first-time jumpers, start small. They’ll enjoy the bounce more and be safer on a lower-height trampoline. For families with several kids or older children, a 12ft or 14ft model offers enough space to move freely and grow into.

Consider the Shape: Round vs. Rectangular vs. Oval

The shape of the trampoline isn’t just a design choice — it influences bounce, control, and yard fit.

Round trampolines:

Most common in Australian homes

Safer for kids (they naturally bounce toward the centre)

Great for general recreational use

Available in a wide range of sizes

Rectangular trampolines:

Offer stronger, higher bounce

Used in gymnastics and competitive sports

Better for narrow yards or when installed against fences

Typically more expensive

Oval trampolines:

Provide a blend of round and rectangular benefits

Allow more movement area along the length

Ideal for families with two kids jumping at the same time

Your yard’s layout will help determine the right shape, but think about how your kids play, too. If they just want to bounce and burn energy, a round is perfect. If they’re into flips and tricks, go rectangular.

One Trampoline, Many Jumpers?

How many kids will be jumping at once? Even though safety guidelines always recommend one jumper at a time, we all know what happens in backyards.

If your kids like to invite friends over, or if you have multiple children, a larger size (12ft or more) is ideal. Smaller trampolines can feel cramped and even dangerous with too many bodies bouncing around.

Quick tips:

Families with 2+ kids: aim for at least a 12-foot trampoline

Only one jumper allowed? 8ft or 10ft may suffice

For birthday parties and shared play, 14ft and up provides room and stability

Weight Limit Is Crucial

Trampolines aren’t one-size-fits-all when it comes to weight. Always check the trampoline’s maximum weight rating. This is not just about how many kids can jump — it also factors in safety, spring durability, and the frame’s lifespan.

Common load capacities:

6ft trampolines: 50–80 kg

8ft–10ft trampolines: 100–120 kg

12ft–14ft trampolines: 150–180 kg

15ft+: up to 200+ kg

If adults want in on the fun (and many do), pick a trampoline that supports everyone who might jump. Going beyond the weight limit shortens the life of the trampoline and puts jumpers at risk.

Safety Features That Matter

Choosing the right size is about more than just fit — it ties directly into safety. Larger trampolines often come with higher-grade safety features, but even smaller ones should never cut corners.

Look for these features, regardless of size:

Enclosure nets that attach securely at the base and top

Padding on all springs and frames

Rust-resistant frames (especially in coastal areas)

Ground anchors for extra stability

Zipper or latch closure on the entry

Even if a trampoline fits perfectly in your backyard, it’s only a good fit if it keeps your kids safe.

Don’t Forget to Think Long-Term

Kids grow. Fast.

A trampoline that feels perfect now may feel cramped in just a year or two. Many parents find themselves upgrading sooner than expected because their kids have outgrown the bounce space.

If your child is around 5 or 6 and you’re eyeing an 8ft trampoline, consider bumping up to 10ft or even 12ft. It may feel like a stretch at first, but it will serve your family longer, saving money and hassle down the road.

A Handy Checklist for Picking the Perfect Size

Here’s a bite-sized checklist to make your decision smoother:

Measured the exact backyard space, with clearance zones

Matched trampoline size to child’s age and number of jumpers

Checked weight limit vs. expected usage

Choose a shape that suits your yard and your child’s play style

Verified safety features on shortlisted models

Consider how long you want it to last as kids grow

Researched weather resistance and frame durability

If you’ve ticked all those boxes, you’re well on your way to picking a trampoline that will bring years of joy.

Buy Trampolines for Kids Online in Australia

Australians love spending time outdoors, and trampolines are one of the best ways to encourage kids to move, play, and build physical confidence. Whether you’re in Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, or a rural spot with space to spare, buying trampolines for kids online in Australia has never been easier — or more rewarding.

With Toy Buzz, you can explore a curated range of sizes and designs that fit real Aussie backyards and real families. We’ve taken the time to only stock models that meet high standards for safety, durability, and fun.

Why Choose Toy Buzz?

At Toy Buzz, we know kids, we know trampolines, and we know what it takes to make outdoor play unforgettable. Our selection is handpicked to suit Australian homes and active families who expect quality and peace of mind.

What sets us apart:

Trampolines for every space and every budget

Strict safety standards across all models

Fast, Australia-wide delivery

Customer-first support that cares

Easy-to-navigate online experience

We don’t just sell trampolines. We bring backyards to life.

Whether you’re upgrading your outdoor play zone or shopping for your child’s first trampoline, Toy Buzz is here to help you make the perfect choice — one jump at a time.

[persephones-closet]

Time for some feelings on cuts.

Round brilliants: I love them. Gold standard cut. This is your true diamond cut; it can be graded by GIA, all others are considered fancy and not graded. I love perfect symmetry and they sparkle like the best, I believe, in terms of light return. Not a fan of the shape for myself personally due to my short nailbeds, I like elongated shapes. Bonus points for old mine or European cuts. Very romantic and beautiful.

Ovals: they face up like second largest for their carat than any other shape. They’re my new fave - prior rectangular shape fan converted. Bow ties are common but avoidable. Bonus points for chunky facets. I like crushed ice looks but chunky facets just yummyyyy.

Radiant cut: they face up pretty big and have beauuuutiful crushed ice faceting. I almost got this for my second stone. They face up whiter than most at large dimensions and you can also hide inclusions easy in the facets.

Emerald cut: TRICKY. Step cuts you need to pay attention to inclusion locations. They show color easier. And you gotta watch out for windowing and dark areas. My second stone is an emerald and I didn’t know that on the 360 view, you need to look for faceting that has every other step cut lit up, otherwise there’s windowing. Very classy cut though and VS2+ is best. Mines a VS2 with top down eye clean view.

Cushion cut: not really worth it. My first stone was a 1.2 ct cushion, which faced up pretty small. It was barely 6mm. Most carat weight is under the table so you’re not getting much bang for your buck. Pretty facets but you’re better off literally like anything else.

Princess cut: better than cushion I think but not by a lot.

Heart cut: why. I mean, you do you. But …okay. I have yet to see a heart shaped diamond that looked good to me. They face up fairly well for their shape but meh.

Pear cut: this one has a lot of real estate to offer per carat. Very attractive choice, almost like cheating because of how much weight is above table vs other cuts. Very cool shape. Modern, sparkly, large.

Marquise: maximum cheater!! But the price often reflects that. This is the biggest finger coverage per carat that exists in any cut. My mom and cousin have this cut. You can really get a lot of sparkle too from all the facets. It’s classic, sophisticated, elegant, timeless and huuuuge for its weight. A great choice if you like the cat eye shape. I never really considered it for myself and I’m not sure why. It just didn’t call to me like other cuts have and that’s okay to have a preference!

Shield / kite / coffin cut: stunningly unique; I loooove unique cuts that you can’t really get from the big diamond suppliers. They are so pretty and uncommon so a real treat if I ever get to see one in person.

Rose cut: hate it. Why reflect light out of the diamond not down into it? I get that it’s for opaque or included gems … do not use it for diamonds in any capacity.

Cabochon: I don’t know if people do that to diamonds but I love star sapphire cabochons and moonstones. Probably not possible on diamond and also why would you.

Half moon: better be going into a shape of something neat or I don’t want it.

[tameblog]

Mirrors are the unsung heroes of the bathroom. They’re function-forward, stylish, and play a big part in beautiful bathroom design. Since shopping options for these seem endless, we, as decorating-obsessed editors, tested over a dozen bathroom mirrors to help you choose the perfect one. We took detailed notes on the ease of installation (and later cleaning) of each mirror, how secure it was after mounting to the wall, and of course, how well it put the finishing touch on our bathroom design. We tested these bathroom mirrors for 85 hours and checked our reflection over 1,000 times to really do our diligence. Before selecting a bathroom mirror for your powder or primary bathroom, pick a proportionate mirror to sit perfectly between your light fixtures and sink. Also, don’t be afraid to choose a funkier shape if that suits your vision, and opt for a frame finish that matches your hardware, whether it’s matte black or brushed gold. PHOTO: Better Bevel After testing this round bathroom mirror in our home, there is almost nothing that we didn't like about it. Our previous bathroom mirror was drab and tired (it was what came with the house originally), so needless to say, we were excited to replace it. We liked how well the new mirror was packaged—it was super secure, with foam around the edges to ensure it didn’t slip and slide during shipping.  What Our Tester Said I love the size of the mirror, its round shape, and the rubber bumpered edge. I wouldn't change anything about this mirror. I like it just the way it is, including the mounting hardware. The mirror came with simple-to-read instructions and a French-style mounting bracket, which we noted was one of the easiest things we’ve ever installed on any of our walls. The mirror sat beautifully level and perfectly flush with extremely clear glass and a unique rubber frame, which looked chic and made the mirror sit extra securely. Though it lacks special features like storage or lighting, we think it’s visually striking and greatly upgraded our bathroom. We think that the quality of this mirror far exceeds its modest price, at less than $100 (honestly, we’d consider paying more!) Shape: Round | Finish: Black, gold, grey, sage green, white, frameless | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes What is a French-style mounting bracket? A French-style bracket (or French cleat) is made up of two interlocking brackets for a simple and secure mount. PHOTO: Amazon If you’re looking to upgrade your bathroom mirror for under $50, we recommend the Dumos Vanity Mirror. We think the simple, sleek design will make it outlast the many decor and style changes your home goes through. We’re coining this one, the LBM (or “little black mirror"), since it really goes with anything.  Our previous mirror was quite small, which brings us to one of our favorite features of this mirror: the large surface area. We love the minimalistic frame and large glass portion that provides plenty of space to get ready and do our morning skincare. The instructions were very simple (and included pictures, which was a plus). But after installing, we do think the instructions could use some more information (like what size drill bit to use for the anchors). We cleaned the mirror according to the instructions provided, and it works great. Since it has a metal frame, avoid spraying anything on it directly so you don’t cause discoloration.  Shape: Rectangular with rounded edges | Finish: Matte black | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes PHOTO: Wayfair What We Like Innovative anti-fog feature Clear, easy-to-follow instructions Three different color temperatures Good bathroom lighting can be lacking, which is why the Chrystal LED Frameless Mirror is an excellent option to brighten things up. This mirror took our bathroom to luxurious heights with anti-fog features and a beautiful backlight. We loved getting ready after a steaming shower more than ever before.  This mirror comes assembled, but you do have to plug it in, so make sure you have an outlet nearby before purchasing. Besides that, we found the setup very easy, and the instructions were clear. To turn on the light, you simply tap the button on the mirror. Tapping it multiple times changes the light temperature from cool to warm, so you can choose the right fit for your getting-ready space. One thing we especially love about this mirror is how securely it sits on the wall. We hung it up in our bathroom on a tiled wall (drilling into studs for added security) and are confident it’ll stay tight for a long time. We didn’t notice any damage, warping, or bowing to the mirror or its back panel during testing. One note: this mirror doesn’t sit flush to the wall due to its backlight features. However, it didn’t bother us too much—it only comes off the wall about a quarter of an inch, maybe less. Shape: Arched | Finish: Frameless | LED Lights: Yes | Hardware included: Yes PHOTO: Wayfair What We Like Thick, high-quality glass Great for smaller bathrooms Installation only took 10 minutes Coming in under $150 and in multiple sizes, the Wrought Studio Amoriah Frameless Mirror is just what your bathroom needs if you’re seeking a sleek, minimalistic mirror. During testing, we were shocked by how much we loved this frameless option, especially because the beveled edge reflected light and made our room feel bigger and brighter. The mirror arrived with the hanging hardware and instructions taped to the back, and the instructions included a paper ruler (we loved this helpful detail for precise installation). Installation went perfectly on the first try, thanks to the clear, easy-to-follow instructions. We like that this mirror allows you to mount it horizontally or vertically to fit any space. Ditching the frame makes this mirror perfect for tight-squeeze bathrooms and won’t detract from your other bathroom finishes. It was super secure on the wall thanks to rubber bumpers on the back (so smart!), and the glass didn’t make us look distorted at all. One minor drawback we found was that cleaning this mirror can be difficult. Without a frame, you can inadvertently spray cleaner on the wall. However, the cleaner we used didn’t scratch or damage the glass, which we were happy to see. Shape: Rectangular with rounded edges | Finish: Frameless | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes PHOTO: West Elm Our favorite mirror design, hands down, went to the West Elm Pivot Mirror. During testing, it wowed us with its gorgeous, high-quality frame and unique ability to tilt and angle the mirror toward you. The mirror assembly was easy, and the instructions were clear (there’s even an adjoining video to help with assembly). The hardest part was positioning the mirror and installing the brackets, but with a friend to help, this part wasn’t too much trouble.  We didn’t notice any warping or bowing in the glass—it was crystal clear, and the great quality was obvious. The tilt is fun as well. It came in handy while we were getting ready to get a closer look, and we loved the uniqueness of this feature. Cleaning the mirror was a breeze, too—using a compatible glass cleaner, nothing was scratched or stained. We do wish that for the price, it included a special feature like lighting, but this isn’t a deal-breaker for us. We still love the high-design finish it gave our space (a big upgrade from our previous scratched-up mirror). Shape: Rectangular with rounded edges | Finish: Antique brass, chrome, dark bronze, brushed nickel, matte black | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes How We Tested Bathroom Mirrors To find the best bathroom mirrors, we tried over a dozen mirrors in our bathrooms, featuring a variety of frame materials and mirror shapes. We took detailed notes on a few things, including: Ease of installation: Mounting mirrors can be tricky, so we ranked a mirror highly if the installation was a breeze. We loved it when mirrors included simple mounting hardware, detailed instructions, and even rulers/levels for us to keep things straight. Size and clarity: After installing, we checked out how well we fit in the mirror. We noted if it felt like the right size for us to gaze at ourselves, get ready, and brush our teeth comfortably. If the mirror was foggy or warped, we took note of that as well. Design: All of the mirrors on this list won points for upgrading our current mirror. We considered chic design and style options, including whether the mirror came in different shapes and frame finishes. Value: After using these mirrors for over a month, we determined if it was worth the price tag. We will continue checking out our reflections for an additional three months and report back if our opinions change. What to Look for When Buying a Bathroom Mirror Check the mirror's frame color options to see which best suits your space. The Spruce The Size of Your Mirror  When selecting a mirror for your vanity, it’s important to choose a size that complements your cabinet. A mirror that’s too small can appear out of place, while one that is too big can take over the wall. Mirrors make a room look large, which is helpful in a smaller powder bath, so remember that a mirror that is too small won't be helpful to you or your space’s design.  Just as Kersey points out, you’ll want to have some spacing around the sides of your mirror for bathroom light fixtures and below it for your sink.  "I like keeping the mirror higher than the spout height [of the sink] to help eliminate some splatter," says Kersey, so you'll want a mirror size that also allows for the most useful placement. Which Mirror Shape Suits You? You can find mirrors in geometric shapes such as square, rectangle, and round, but you can also find them in abstract shapes that add a creative flair to any space. We stuck to offering several popular geometric shapes in our list but are partial to beautiful rounded edges, as seen in our best value and best design picks. The best mirror shape for your bathroom depends on personal preference. Round mirrors (like our best overall, the Better Bevel Rubber Framed Bathroom Mirror) are a bit softer and tend to look more stylish, while angular mirrors create a sleek, modern aesthetic. If you have double vanities, you can either use one long rectangular mirror to create the illusion of more space or install two identical mirrors side by side to create distinct zones for each sink. A Convenient Mounting Type The mounting hardware you use to install a bathroom mirror is largely dependent on the size and weight of the mirror. While most mirrors come with all of the hardware you need to install them, we recommend having additional tools like a cordless drill and a hammer nearby for the actual installation.  To help you navigate the different mounting options offered within our list, we’ve defined them for you.  Bracket: This is one of the most popular mount types you’ll see on mirrors. A bracket is an existing hole or metal slot on the back of a mirror that works with a nail or most picture-hanging hooks.  Cleat: Also called a French cleat, this type of mount looks like a small lip that juts upside down on the back of a mirror. Many of our mirrors on this list have cleat installation options, including our best overall, the Better Bevel Rubber Framed Bathroom Mirror.  Floating: Sometimes, online manufacturers and retailers do not specify the type that comes with a mirror and will simply list the mount type as “floating.” In this case, all installation hardware will be hidden behind the fixture, thus creating a floating illusion. Why Trust The Spruce? This article was written and researched by Spruce editor Mia Ingui, who just purchased her first home and, with it, took on three bathroom renovations. Throughout this process, she researched and purchased several bathroom mirrors and evaluated each on price, size, and finish to find the perfect mirrors for her space. In addition to her personal experience, she also used test results from other members of the Spruce team to vet the other trusted recommendations to keep your bathroom looking sharp. Source link

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Mirrors are the unsung heroes of the bathroom. They’re function-forward, stylish, and play a big part in beautiful bathroom design. Since shopping options for these seem endless, we, as decorating-obsessed editors, tested over a dozen bathroom mirrors to help you choose the perfect one. We took detailed notes on the ease of installation (and later cleaning) of each mirror, how secure it was after mounting to the wall, and of course, how well it put the finishing touch on our bathroom design. We tested these bathroom mirrors for 85 hours and checked our reflection over 1,000 times to really do our diligence. Before selecting a bathroom mirror for your powder or primary bathroom, pick a proportionate mirror to sit perfectly between your light fixtures and sink. Also, don’t be afraid to choose a funkier shape if that suits your vision, and opt for a frame finish that matches your hardware, whether it’s matte black or brushed gold. PHOTO: Better Bevel After testing this round bathroom mirror in our home, there is almost nothing that we didn't like about it. Our previous bathroom mirror was drab and tired (it was what came with the house originally), so needless to say, we were excited to replace it. We liked how well the new mirror was packaged—it was super secure, with foam around the edges to ensure it didn’t slip and slide during shipping.  What Our Tester Said I love the size of the mirror, its round shape, and the rubber bumpered edge. I wouldn't change anything about this mirror. I like it just the way it is, including the mounting hardware. The mirror came with simple-to-read instructions and a French-style mounting bracket, which we noted was one of the easiest things we’ve ever installed on any of our walls. The mirror sat beautifully level and perfectly flush with extremely clear glass and a unique rubber frame, which looked chic and made the mirror sit extra securely. Though it lacks special features like storage or lighting, we think it’s visually striking and greatly upgraded our bathroom. We think that the quality of this mirror far exceeds its modest price, at less than $100 (honestly, we’d consider paying more!) Shape: Round | Finish: Black, gold, grey, sage green, white, frameless | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes What is a French-style mounting bracket? A French-style bracket (or French cleat) is made up of two interlocking brackets for a simple and secure mount. PHOTO: Amazon If you’re looking to upgrade your bathroom mirror for under $50, we recommend the Dumos Vanity Mirror. We think the simple, sleek design will make it outlast the many decor and style changes your home goes through. We’re coining this one, the LBM (or “little black mirror"), since it really goes with anything.  Our previous mirror was quite small, which brings us to one of our favorite features of this mirror: the large surface area. We love the minimalistic frame and large glass portion that provides plenty of space to get ready and do our morning skincare. The instructions were very simple (and included pictures, which was a plus). But after installing, we do think the instructions could use some more information (like what size drill bit to use for the anchors). We cleaned the mirror according to the instructions provided, and it works great. Since it has a metal frame, avoid spraying anything on it directly so you don’t cause discoloration.  Shape: Rectangular with rounded edges | Finish: Matte black | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes PHOTO: Wayfair What We Like Innovative anti-fog feature Clear, easy-to-follow instructions Three different color temperatures Good bathroom lighting can be lacking, which is why the Chrystal LED Frameless Mirror is an excellent option to brighten things up. This mirror took our bathroom to luxurious heights with anti-fog features and a beautiful backlight. We loved getting ready after a steaming shower more than ever before.  This mirror comes assembled, but you do have to plug it in, so make sure you have an outlet nearby before purchasing. Besides that, we found the setup very easy, and the instructions were clear. To turn on the light, you simply tap the button on the mirror. Tapping it multiple times changes the light temperature from cool to warm, so you can choose the right fit for your getting-ready space. One thing we especially love about this mirror is how securely it sits on the wall. We hung it up in our bathroom on a tiled wall (drilling into studs for added security) and are confident it’ll stay tight for a long time. We didn’t notice any damage, warping, or bowing to the mirror or its back panel during testing. One note: this mirror doesn’t sit flush to the wall due to its backlight features. However, it didn’t bother us too much—it only comes off the wall about a quarter of an inch, maybe less. Shape: Arched | Finish: Frameless | LED Lights: Yes | Hardware included: Yes PHOTO: Wayfair What We Like Thick, high-quality glass Great for smaller bathrooms Installation only took 10 minutes Coming in under $150 and in multiple sizes, the Wrought Studio Amoriah Frameless Mirror is just what your bathroom needs if you’re seeking a sleek, minimalistic mirror. During testing, we were shocked by how much we loved this frameless option, especially because the beveled edge reflected light and made our room feel bigger and brighter. The mirror arrived with the hanging hardware and instructions taped to the back, and the instructions included a paper ruler (we loved this helpful detail for precise installation). Installation went perfectly on the first try, thanks to the clear, easy-to-follow instructions. We like that this mirror allows you to mount it horizontally or vertically to fit any space. Ditching the frame makes this mirror perfect for tight-squeeze bathrooms and won’t detract from your other bathroom finishes. It was super secure on the wall thanks to rubber bumpers on the back (so smart!), and the glass didn’t make us look distorted at all. One minor drawback we found was that cleaning this mirror can be difficult. Without a frame, you can inadvertently spray cleaner on the wall. However, the cleaner we used didn’t scratch or damage the glass, which we were happy to see. Shape: Rectangular with rounded edges | Finish: Frameless | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes PHOTO: West Elm Our favorite mirror design, hands down, went to the West Elm Pivot Mirror. During testing, it wowed us with its gorgeous, high-quality frame and unique ability to tilt and angle the mirror toward you. The mirror assembly was easy, and the instructions were clear (there’s even an adjoining video to help with assembly). The hardest part was positioning the mirror and installing the brackets, but with a friend to help, this part wasn’t too much trouble.  We didn’t notice any warping or bowing in the glass—it was crystal clear, and the great quality was obvious. The tilt is fun as well. It came in handy while we were getting ready to get a closer look, and we loved the uniqueness of this feature. Cleaning the mirror was a breeze, too—using a compatible glass cleaner, nothing was scratched or stained. We do wish that for the price, it included a special feature like lighting, but this isn’t a deal-breaker for us. We still love the high-design finish it gave our space (a big upgrade from our previous scratched-up mirror). Shape: Rectangular with rounded edges | Finish: Antique brass, chrome, dark bronze, brushed nickel, matte black | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes How We Tested Bathroom Mirrors To find the best bathroom mirrors, we tried over a dozen mirrors in our bathrooms, featuring a variety of frame materials and mirror shapes. We took detailed notes on a few things, including: Ease of installation: Mounting mirrors can be tricky, so we ranked a mirror highly if the installation was a breeze. We loved it when mirrors included simple mounting hardware, detailed instructions, and even rulers/levels for us to keep things straight. Size and clarity: After installing, we checked out how well we fit in the mirror. We noted if it felt like the right size for us to gaze at ourselves, get ready, and brush our teeth comfortably. If the mirror was foggy or warped, we took note of that as well. Design: All of the mirrors on this list won points for upgrading our current mirror. We considered chic design and style options, including whether the mirror came in different shapes and frame finishes. Value: After using these mirrors for over a month, we determined if it was worth the price tag. We will continue checking out our reflections for an additional three months and report back if our opinions change. What to Look for When Buying a Bathroom Mirror Check the mirror's frame color options to see which best suits your space. The Spruce The Size of Your Mirror  When selecting a mirror for your vanity, it’s important to choose a size that complements your cabinet. A mirror that’s too small can appear out of place, while one that is too big can take over the wall. Mirrors make a room look large, which is helpful in a smaller powder bath, so remember that a mirror that is too small won't be helpful to you or your space’s design.  Just as Kersey points out, you’ll want to have some spacing around the sides of your mirror for bathroom light fixtures and below it for your sink.  "I like keeping the mirror higher than the spout height [of the sink] to help eliminate some splatter," says Kersey, so you'll want a mirror size that also allows for the most useful placement. Which Mirror Shape Suits You? You can find mirrors in geometric shapes such as square, rectangle, and round, but you can also find them in abstract shapes that add a creative flair to any space. We stuck to offering several popular geometric shapes in our list but are partial to beautiful rounded edges, as seen in our best value and best design picks. The best mirror shape for your bathroom depends on personal preference. Round mirrors (like our best overall, the Better Bevel Rubber Framed Bathroom Mirror) are a bit softer and tend to look more stylish, while angular mirrors create a sleek, modern aesthetic. If you have double vanities, you can either use one long rectangular mirror to create the illusion of more space or install two identical mirrors side by side to create distinct zones for each sink. A Convenient Mounting Type The mounting hardware you use to install a bathroom mirror is largely dependent on the size and weight of the mirror. While most mirrors come with all of the hardware you need to install them, we recommend having additional tools like a cordless drill and a hammer nearby for the actual installation.  To help you navigate the different mounting options offered within our list, we’ve defined them for you.  Bracket: This is one of the most popular mount types you’ll see on mirrors. A bracket is an existing hole or metal slot on the back of a mirror that works with a nail or most picture-hanging hooks.  Cleat: Also called a French cleat, this type of mount looks like a small lip that juts upside down on the back of a mirror. Many of our mirrors on this list have cleat installation options, including our best overall, the Better Bevel Rubber Framed Bathroom Mirror.  Floating: Sometimes, online manufacturers and retailers do not specify the type that comes with a mirror and will simply list the mount type as “floating.” In this case, all installation hardware will be hidden behind the fixture, thus creating a floating illusion. Why Trust The Spruce? This article was written and researched by Spruce editor Mia Ingui, who just purchased her first home and, with it, took on three bathroom renovations. Throughout this process, she researched and purchased several bathroom mirrors and evaluated each on price, size, and finish to find the perfect mirrors for her space. In addition to her personal experience, she also used test results from other members of the Spruce team to vet the other trusted recommendations to keep your bathroom looking sharp. Source link

[alexha2210]

Mirrors are the unsung heroes of the bathroom. They’re function-forward, stylish, and play a big part in beautiful bathroom design. Since shopping options for these seem endless, we, as decorating-obsessed editors, tested over a dozen bathroom mirrors to help you choose the perfect one. We took detailed notes on the ease of installation (and later cleaning) of each mirror, how secure it was after mounting to the wall, and of course, how well it put the finishing touch on our bathroom design. We tested these bathroom mirrors for 85 hours and checked our reflection over 1,000 times to really do our diligence. Before selecting a bathroom mirror for your powder or primary bathroom, pick a proportionate mirror to sit perfectly between your light fixtures and sink. Also, don’t be afraid to choose a funkier shape if that suits your vision, and opt for a frame finish that matches your hardware, whether it’s matte black or brushed gold. PHOTO: Better Bevel After testing this round bathroom mirror in our home, there is almost nothing that we didn't like about it. Our previous bathroom mirror was drab and tired (it was what came with the house originally), so needless to say, we were excited to replace it. We liked how well the new mirror was packaged—it was super secure, with foam around the edges to ensure it didn’t slip and slide during shipping.  What Our Tester Said I love the size of the mirror, its round shape, and the rubber bumpered edge. I wouldn't change anything about this mirror. I like it just the way it is, including the mounting hardware. The mirror came with simple-to-read instructions and a French-style mounting bracket, which we noted was one of the easiest things we’ve ever installed on any of our walls. The mirror sat beautifully level and perfectly flush with extremely clear glass and a unique rubber frame, which looked chic and made the mirror sit extra securely. Though it lacks special features like storage or lighting, we think it’s visually striking and greatly upgraded our bathroom. We think that the quality of this mirror far exceeds its modest price, at less than $100 (honestly, we’d consider paying more!) Shape: Round | Finish: Black, gold, grey, sage green, white, frameless | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes What is a French-style mounting bracket? A French-style bracket (or French cleat) is made up of two interlocking brackets for a simple and secure mount. PHOTO: Amazon If you’re looking to upgrade your bathroom mirror for under $50, we recommend the Dumos Vanity Mirror. We think the simple, sleek design will make it outlast the many decor and style changes your home goes through. We’re coining this one, the LBM (or “little black mirror"), since it really goes with anything.  Our previous mirror was quite small, which brings us to one of our favorite features of this mirror: the large surface area. We love the minimalistic frame and large glass portion that provides plenty of space to get ready and do our morning skincare. The instructions were very simple (and included pictures, which was a plus). But after installing, we do think the instructions could use some more information (like what size drill bit to use for the anchors). We cleaned the mirror according to the instructions provided, and it works great. Since it has a metal frame, avoid spraying anything on it directly so you don’t cause discoloration.  Shape: Rectangular with rounded edges | Finish: Matte black | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes PHOTO: Wayfair What We Like Innovative anti-fog feature Clear, easy-to-follow instructions Three different color temperatures Good bathroom lighting can be lacking, which is why the Chrystal LED Frameless Mirror is an excellent option to brighten things up. This mirror took our bathroom to luxurious heights with anti-fog features and a beautiful backlight. We loved getting ready after a steaming shower more than ever before.  This mirror comes assembled, but you do have to plug it in, so make sure you have an outlet nearby before purchasing. Besides that, we found the setup very easy, and the instructions were clear. To turn on the light, you simply tap the button on the mirror. Tapping it multiple times changes the light temperature from cool to warm, so you can choose the right fit for your getting-ready space. One thing we especially love about this mirror is how securely it sits on the wall. We hung it up in our bathroom on a tiled wall (drilling into studs for added security) and are confident it’ll stay tight for a long time. We didn’t notice any damage, warping, or bowing to the mirror or its back panel during testing. One note: this mirror doesn’t sit flush to the wall due to its backlight features. However, it didn’t bother us too much—it only comes off the wall about a quarter of an inch, maybe less. Shape: Arched | Finish: Frameless | LED Lights: Yes | Hardware included: Yes PHOTO: Wayfair What We Like Thick, high-quality glass Great for smaller bathrooms Installation only took 10 minutes Coming in under $150 and in multiple sizes, the Wrought Studio Amoriah Frameless Mirror is just what your bathroom needs if you’re seeking a sleek, minimalistic mirror. During testing, we were shocked by how much we loved this frameless option, especially because the beveled edge reflected light and made our room feel bigger and brighter. The mirror arrived with the hanging hardware and instructions taped to the back, and the instructions included a paper ruler (we loved this helpful detail for precise installation). Installation went perfectly on the first try, thanks to the clear, easy-to-follow instructions. We like that this mirror allows you to mount it horizontally or vertically to fit any space. Ditching the frame makes this mirror perfect for tight-squeeze bathrooms and won’t detract from your other bathroom finishes. It was super secure on the wall thanks to rubber bumpers on the back (so smart!), and the glass didn’t make us look distorted at all. One minor drawback we found was that cleaning this mirror can be difficult. Without a frame, you can inadvertently spray cleaner on the wall. However, the cleaner we used didn’t scratch or damage the glass, which we were happy to see. Shape: Rectangular with rounded edges | Finish: Frameless | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes PHOTO: West Elm Our favorite mirror design, hands down, went to the West Elm Pivot Mirror. During testing, it wowed us with its gorgeous, high-quality frame and unique ability to tilt and angle the mirror toward you. The mirror assembly was easy, and the instructions were clear (there’s even an adjoining video to help with assembly). The hardest part was positioning the mirror and installing the brackets, but with a friend to help, this part wasn’t too much trouble.  We didn’t notice any warping or bowing in the glass—it was crystal clear, and the great quality was obvious. The tilt is fun as well. It came in handy while we were getting ready to get a closer look, and we loved the uniqueness of this feature. Cleaning the mirror was a breeze, too—using a compatible glass cleaner, nothing was scratched or stained. We do wish that for the price, it included a special feature like lighting, but this isn’t a deal-breaker for us. We still love the high-design finish it gave our space (a big upgrade from our previous scratched-up mirror). Shape: Rectangular with rounded edges | Finish: Antique brass, chrome, dark bronze, brushed nickel, matte black | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes How We Tested Bathroom Mirrors To find the best bathroom mirrors, we tried over a dozen mirrors in our bathrooms, featuring a variety of frame materials and mirror shapes. We took detailed notes on a few things, including: Ease of installation: Mounting mirrors can be tricky, so we ranked a mirror highly if the installation was a breeze. We loved it when mirrors included simple mounting hardware, detailed instructions, and even rulers/levels for us to keep things straight. Size and clarity: After installing, we checked out how well we fit in the mirror. We noted if it felt like the right size for us to gaze at ourselves, get ready, and brush our teeth comfortably. If the mirror was foggy or warped, we took note of that as well. Design: All of the mirrors on this list won points for upgrading our current mirror. We considered chic design and style options, including whether the mirror came in different shapes and frame finishes. Value: After using these mirrors for over a month, we determined if it was worth the price tag. We will continue checking out our reflections for an additional three months and report back if our opinions change. What to Look for When Buying a Bathroom Mirror Check the mirror's frame color options to see which best suits your space. The Spruce The Size of Your Mirror  When selecting a mirror for your vanity, it’s important to choose a size that complements your cabinet. A mirror that’s too small can appear out of place, while one that is too big can take over the wall. Mirrors make a room look large, which is helpful in a smaller powder bath, so remember that a mirror that is too small won't be helpful to you or your space’s design.  Just as Kersey points out, you’ll want to have some spacing around the sides of your mirror for bathroom light fixtures and below it for your sink.  "I like keeping the mirror higher than the spout height [of the sink] to help eliminate some splatter," says Kersey, so you'll want a mirror size that also allows for the most useful placement. Which Mirror Shape Suits You? You can find mirrors in geometric shapes such as square, rectangle, and round, but you can also find them in abstract shapes that add a creative flair to any space. We stuck to offering several popular geometric shapes in our list but are partial to beautiful rounded edges, as seen in our best value and best design picks. The best mirror shape for your bathroom depends on personal preference. Round mirrors (like our best overall, the Better Bevel Rubber Framed Bathroom Mirror) are a bit softer and tend to look more stylish, while angular mirrors create a sleek, modern aesthetic. If you have double vanities, you can either use one long rectangular mirror to create the illusion of more space or install two identical mirrors side by side to create distinct zones for each sink. A Convenient Mounting Type The mounting hardware you use to install a bathroom mirror is largely dependent on the size and weight of the mirror. While most mirrors come with all of the hardware you need to install them, we recommend having additional tools like a cordless drill and a hammer nearby for the actual installation.  To help you navigate the different mounting options offered within our list, we’ve defined them for you.  Bracket: This is one of the most popular mount types you’ll see on mirrors. A bracket is an existing hole or metal slot on the back of a mirror that works with a nail or most picture-hanging hooks.  Cleat: Also called a French cleat, this type of mount looks like a small lip that juts upside down on the back of a mirror. Many of our mirrors on this list have cleat installation options, including our best overall, the Better Bevel Rubber Framed Bathroom Mirror.  Floating: Sometimes, online manufacturers and retailers do not specify the type that comes with a mirror and will simply list the mount type as “floating.” In this case, all installation hardware will be hidden behind the fixture, thus creating a floating illusion. Why Trust The Spruce? This article was written and researched by Spruce editor Mia Ingui, who just purchased her first home and, with it, took on three bathroom renovations. Throughout this process, she researched and purchased several bathroom mirrors and evaluated each on price, size, and finish to find the perfect mirrors for her space. In addition to her personal experience, she also used test results from other members of the Spruce team to vet the other trusted recommendations to keep your bathroom looking sharp. Source link

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Mirrors are the unsung heroes of the bathroom. They’re function-forward, stylish, and play a big part in beautiful bathroom design. Since shopping options for these seem endless, we, as decorating-obsessed editors, tested over a dozen bathroom mirrors to help you choose the perfect one. We took detailed notes on the ease of installation (and later cleaning) of each mirror, how secure it was after mounting to the wall, and of course, how well it put the finishing touch on our bathroom design. We tested these bathroom mirrors for 85 hours and checked our reflection over 1,000 times to really do our diligence. Before selecting a bathroom mirror for your powder or primary bathroom, pick a proportionate mirror to sit perfectly between your light fixtures and sink. Also, don’t be afraid to choose a funkier shape if that suits your vision, and opt for a frame finish that matches your hardware, whether it’s matte black or brushed gold. PHOTO: Better Bevel After testing this round bathroom mirror in our home, there is almost nothing that we didn't like about it. Our previous bathroom mirror was drab and tired (it was what came with the house originally), so needless to say, we were excited to replace it. We liked how well the new mirror was packaged—it was super secure, with foam around the edges to ensure it didn’t slip and slide during shipping.  What Our Tester Said I love the size of the mirror, its round shape, and the rubber bumpered edge. I wouldn't change anything about this mirror. I like it just the way it is, including the mounting hardware. The mirror came with simple-to-read instructions and a French-style mounting bracket, which we noted was one of the easiest things we’ve ever installed on any of our walls. The mirror sat beautifully level and perfectly flush with extremely clear glass and a unique rubber frame, which looked chic and made the mirror sit extra securely. Though it lacks special features like storage or lighting, we think it’s visually striking and greatly upgraded our bathroom. We think that the quality of this mirror far exceeds its modest price, at less than $100 (honestly, we’d consider paying more!) Shape: Round | Finish: Black, gold, grey, sage green, white, frameless | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes What is a French-style mounting bracket? A French-style bracket (or French cleat) is made up of two interlocking brackets for a simple and secure mount. PHOTO: Amazon If you’re looking to upgrade your bathroom mirror for under $50, we recommend the Dumos Vanity Mirror. We think the simple, sleek design will make it outlast the many decor and style changes your home goes through. We’re coining this one, the LBM (or “little black mirror"), since it really goes with anything.  Our previous mirror was quite small, which brings us to one of our favorite features of this mirror: the large surface area. We love the minimalistic frame and large glass portion that provides plenty of space to get ready and do our morning skincare. The instructions were very simple (and included pictures, which was a plus). But after installing, we do think the instructions could use some more information (like what size drill bit to use for the anchors). We cleaned the mirror according to the instructions provided, and it works great. Since it has a metal frame, avoid spraying anything on it directly so you don’t cause discoloration.  Shape: Rectangular with rounded edges | Finish: Matte black | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes PHOTO: Wayfair What We Like Innovative anti-fog feature Clear, easy-to-follow instructions Three different color temperatures Good bathroom lighting can be lacking, which is why the Chrystal LED Frameless Mirror is an excellent option to brighten things up. This mirror took our bathroom to luxurious heights with anti-fog features and a beautiful backlight. We loved getting ready after a steaming shower more than ever before.  This mirror comes assembled, but you do have to plug it in, so make sure you have an outlet nearby before purchasing. Besides that, we found the setup very easy, and the instructions were clear. To turn on the light, you simply tap the button on the mirror. Tapping it multiple times changes the light temperature from cool to warm, so you can choose the right fit for your getting-ready space. One thing we especially love about this mirror is how securely it sits on the wall. We hung it up in our bathroom on a tiled wall (drilling into studs for added security) and are confident it’ll stay tight for a long time. We didn’t notice any damage, warping, or bowing to the mirror or its back panel during testing. One note: this mirror doesn’t sit flush to the wall due to its backlight features. However, it didn’t bother us too much—it only comes off the wall about a quarter of an inch, maybe less. Shape: Arched | Finish: Frameless | LED Lights: Yes | Hardware included: Yes PHOTO: Wayfair What We Like Thick, high-quality glass Great for smaller bathrooms Installation only took 10 minutes Coming in under $150 and in multiple sizes, the Wrought Studio Amoriah Frameless Mirror is just what your bathroom needs if you’re seeking a sleek, minimalistic mirror. During testing, we were shocked by how much we loved this frameless option, especially because the beveled edge reflected light and made our room feel bigger and brighter. The mirror arrived with the hanging hardware and instructions taped to the back, and the instructions included a paper ruler (we loved this helpful detail for precise installation). Installation went perfectly on the first try, thanks to the clear, easy-to-follow instructions. We like that this mirror allows you to mount it horizontally or vertically to fit any space. Ditching the frame makes this mirror perfect for tight-squeeze bathrooms and won’t detract from your other bathroom finishes. It was super secure on the wall thanks to rubber bumpers on the back (so smart!), and the glass didn’t make us look distorted at all. One minor drawback we found was that cleaning this mirror can be difficult. Without a frame, you can inadvertently spray cleaner on the wall. However, the cleaner we used didn’t scratch or damage the glass, which we were happy to see. Shape: Rectangular with rounded edges | Finish: Frameless | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes PHOTO: West Elm Our favorite mirror design, hands down, went to the West Elm Pivot Mirror. During testing, it wowed us with its gorgeous, high-quality frame and unique ability to tilt and angle the mirror toward you. The mirror assembly was easy, and the instructions were clear (there’s even an adjoining video to help with assembly). The hardest part was positioning the mirror and installing the brackets, but with a friend to help, this part wasn’t too much trouble.  We didn’t notice any warping or bowing in the glass—it was crystal clear, and the great quality was obvious. The tilt is fun as well. It came in handy while we were getting ready to get a closer look, and we loved the uniqueness of this feature. Cleaning the mirror was a breeze, too—using a compatible glass cleaner, nothing was scratched or stained. We do wish that for the price, it included a special feature like lighting, but this isn’t a deal-breaker for us. We still love the high-design finish it gave our space (a big upgrade from our previous scratched-up mirror). Shape: Rectangular with rounded edges | Finish: Antique brass, chrome, dark bronze, brushed nickel, matte black | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes How We Tested Bathroom Mirrors To find the best bathroom mirrors, we tried over a dozen mirrors in our bathrooms, featuring a variety of frame materials and mirror shapes. We took detailed notes on a few things, including: Ease of installation: Mounting mirrors can be tricky, so we ranked a mirror highly if the installation was a breeze. We loved it when mirrors included simple mounting hardware, detailed instructions, and even rulers/levels for us to keep things straight. Size and clarity: After installing, we checked out how well we fit in the mirror. We noted if it felt like the right size for us to gaze at ourselves, get ready, and brush our teeth comfortably. If the mirror was foggy or warped, we took note of that as well. Design: All of the mirrors on this list won points for upgrading our current mirror. We considered chic design and style options, including whether the mirror came in different shapes and frame finishes. Value: After using these mirrors for over a month, we determined if it was worth the price tag. We will continue checking out our reflections for an additional three months and report back if our opinions change. What to Look for When Buying a Bathroom Mirror Check the mirror's frame color options to see which best suits your space. The Spruce The Size of Your Mirror  When selecting a mirror for your vanity, it’s important to choose a size that complements your cabinet. A mirror that’s too small can appear out of place, while one that is too big can take over the wall. Mirrors make a room look large, which is helpful in a smaller powder bath, so remember that a mirror that is too small won't be helpful to you or your space’s design.  Just as Kersey points out, you’ll want to have some spacing around the sides of your mirror for bathroom light fixtures and below it for your sink.  "I like keeping the mirror higher than the spout height [of the sink] to help eliminate some splatter," says Kersey, so you'll want a mirror size that also allows for the most useful placement. Which Mirror Shape Suits You? You can find mirrors in geometric shapes such as square, rectangle, and round, but you can also find them in abstract shapes that add a creative flair to any space. We stuck to offering several popular geometric shapes in our list but are partial to beautiful rounded edges, as seen in our best value and best design picks. The best mirror shape for your bathroom depends on personal preference. Round mirrors (like our best overall, the Better Bevel Rubber Framed Bathroom Mirror) are a bit softer and tend to look more stylish, while angular mirrors create a sleek, modern aesthetic. If you have double vanities, you can either use one long rectangular mirror to create the illusion of more space or install two identical mirrors side by side to create distinct zones for each sink. A Convenient Mounting Type The mounting hardware you use to install a bathroom mirror is largely dependent on the size and weight of the mirror. While most mirrors come with all of the hardware you need to install them, we recommend having additional tools like a cordless drill and a hammer nearby for the actual installation.  To help you navigate the different mounting options offered within our list, we’ve defined them for you.  Bracket: This is one of the most popular mount types you’ll see on mirrors. A bracket is an existing hole or metal slot on the back of a mirror that works with a nail or most picture-hanging hooks.  Cleat: Also called a French cleat, this type of mount looks like a small lip that juts upside down on the back of a mirror. Many of our mirrors on this list have cleat installation options, including our best overall, the Better Bevel Rubber Framed Bathroom Mirror.  Floating: Sometimes, online manufacturers and retailers do not specify the type that comes with a mirror and will simply list the mount type as “floating.” In this case, all installation hardware will be hidden behind the fixture, thus creating a floating illusion. Why Trust The Spruce? This article was written and researched by Spruce editor Mia Ingui, who just purchased her first home and, with it, took on three bathroom renovations. Throughout this process, she researched and purchased several bathroom mirrors and evaluated each on price, size, and finish to find the perfect mirrors for her space. In addition to her personal experience, she also used test results from other members of the Spruce team to vet the other trusted recommendations to keep your bathroom looking sharp. Source link

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Mirrors are the unsung heroes of the bathroom. They’re function-forward, stylish, and play a big part in beautiful bathroom design. Since shopping options for these seem endless, we, as decorating-obsessed editors, tested over a dozen bathroom mirrors to help you choose the perfect one. We took detailed notes on the ease of installation (and later cleaning) of each mirror, how secure it was after mounting to the wall, and of course, how well it put the finishing touch on our bathroom design. We tested these bathroom mirrors for 85 hours and checked our reflection over 1,000 times to really do our diligence. Before selecting a bathroom mirror for your powder or primary bathroom, pick a proportionate mirror to sit perfectly between your light fixtures and sink. Also, don’t be afraid to choose a funkier shape if that suits your vision, and opt for a frame finish that matches your hardware, whether it’s matte black or brushed gold. PHOTO: Better Bevel After testing this round bathroom mirror in our home, there is almost nothing that we didn't like about it. Our previous bathroom mirror was drab and tired (it was what came with the house originally), so needless to say, we were excited to replace it. We liked how well the new mirror was packaged—it was super secure, with foam around the edges to ensure it didn’t slip and slide during shipping.  What Our Tester Said I love the size of the mirror, its round shape, and the rubber bumpered edge. I wouldn't change anything about this mirror. I like it just the way it is, including the mounting hardware. The mirror came with simple-to-read instructions and a French-style mounting bracket, which we noted was one of the easiest things we’ve ever installed on any of our walls. The mirror sat beautifully level and perfectly flush with extremely clear glass and a unique rubber frame, which looked chic and made the mirror sit extra securely. Though it lacks special features like storage or lighting, we think it’s visually striking and greatly upgraded our bathroom. We think that the quality of this mirror far exceeds its modest price, at less than $100 (honestly, we’d consider paying more!) Shape: Round | Finish: Black, gold, grey, sage green, white, frameless | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes What is a French-style mounting bracket? A French-style bracket (or French cleat) is made up of two interlocking brackets for a simple and secure mount. PHOTO: Amazon If you’re looking to upgrade your bathroom mirror for under $50, we recommend the Dumos Vanity Mirror. We think the simple, sleek design will make it outlast the many decor and style changes your home goes through. We’re coining this one, the LBM (or “little black mirror"), since it really goes with anything.  Our previous mirror was quite small, which brings us to one of our favorite features of this mirror: the large surface area. We love the minimalistic frame and large glass portion that provides plenty of space to get ready and do our morning skincare. The instructions were very simple (and included pictures, which was a plus). But after installing, we do think the instructions could use some more information (like what size drill bit to use for the anchors). We cleaned the mirror according to the instructions provided, and it works great. Since it has a metal frame, avoid spraying anything on it directly so you don’t cause discoloration.  Shape: Rectangular with rounded edges | Finish: Matte black | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes PHOTO: Wayfair What We Like Innovative anti-fog feature Clear, easy-to-follow instructions Three different color temperatures Good bathroom lighting can be lacking, which is why the Chrystal LED Frameless Mirror is an excellent option to brighten things up. This mirror took our bathroom to luxurious heights with anti-fog features and a beautiful backlight. We loved getting ready after a steaming shower more than ever before.  This mirror comes assembled, but you do have to plug it in, so make sure you have an outlet nearby before purchasing. Besides that, we found the setup very easy, and the instructions were clear. To turn on the light, you simply tap the button on the mirror. Tapping it multiple times changes the light temperature from cool to warm, so you can choose the right fit for your getting-ready space. One thing we especially love about this mirror is how securely it sits on the wall. We hung it up in our bathroom on a tiled wall (drilling into studs for added security) and are confident it’ll stay tight for a long time. We didn’t notice any damage, warping, or bowing to the mirror or its back panel during testing. One note: this mirror doesn’t sit flush to the wall due to its backlight features. However, it didn’t bother us too much—it only comes off the wall about a quarter of an inch, maybe less. Shape: Arched | Finish: Frameless | LED Lights: Yes | Hardware included: Yes PHOTO: Wayfair What We Like Thick, high-quality glass Great for smaller bathrooms Installation only took 10 minutes Coming in under $150 and in multiple sizes, the Wrought Studio Amoriah Frameless Mirror is just what your bathroom needs if you’re seeking a sleek, minimalistic mirror. During testing, we were shocked by how much we loved this frameless option, especially because the beveled edge reflected light and made our room feel bigger and brighter. The mirror arrived with the hanging hardware and instructions taped to the back, and the instructions included a paper ruler (we loved this helpful detail for precise installation). Installation went perfectly on the first try, thanks to the clear, easy-to-follow instructions. We like that this mirror allows you to mount it horizontally or vertically to fit any space. Ditching the frame makes this mirror perfect for tight-squeeze bathrooms and won’t detract from your other bathroom finishes. It was super secure on the wall thanks to rubber bumpers on the back (so smart!), and the glass didn’t make us look distorted at all. One minor drawback we found was that cleaning this mirror can be difficult. Without a frame, you can inadvertently spray cleaner on the wall. However, the cleaner we used didn’t scratch or damage the glass, which we were happy to see. Shape: Rectangular with rounded edges | Finish: Frameless | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes PHOTO: West Elm Our favorite mirror design, hands down, went to the West Elm Pivot Mirror. During testing, it wowed us with its gorgeous, high-quality frame and unique ability to tilt and angle the mirror toward you. The mirror assembly was easy, and the instructions were clear (there’s even an adjoining video to help with assembly). The hardest part was positioning the mirror and installing the brackets, but with a friend to help, this part wasn’t too much trouble.  We didn’t notice any warping or bowing in the glass—it was crystal clear, and the great quality was obvious. The tilt is fun as well. It came in handy while we were getting ready to get a closer look, and we loved the uniqueness of this feature. Cleaning the mirror was a breeze, too—using a compatible glass cleaner, nothing was scratched or stained. We do wish that for the price, it included a special feature like lighting, but this isn’t a deal-breaker for us. We still love the high-design finish it gave our space (a big upgrade from our previous scratched-up mirror). Shape: Rectangular with rounded edges | Finish: Antique brass, chrome, dark bronze, brushed nickel, matte black | LED Lights: No | Hardware included: Yes How We Tested Bathroom Mirrors To find the best bathroom mirrors, we tried over a dozen mirrors in our bathrooms, featuring a variety of frame materials and mirror shapes. We took detailed notes on a few things, including: Ease of installation: Mounting mirrors can be tricky, so we ranked a mirror highly if the installation was a breeze. We loved it when mirrors included simple mounting hardware, detailed instructions, and even rulers/levels for us to keep things straight. Size and clarity: After installing, we checked out how well we fit in the mirror. We noted if it felt like the right size for us to gaze at ourselves, get ready, and brush our teeth comfortably. If the mirror was foggy or warped, we took note of that as well. Design: All of the mirrors on this list won points for upgrading our current mirror. We considered chic design and style options, including whether the mirror came in different shapes and frame finishes. Value: After using these mirrors for over a month, we determined if it was worth the price tag. We will continue checking out our reflections for an additional three months and report back if our opinions change. What to Look for When Buying a Bathroom Mirror Check the mirror's frame color options to see which best suits your space. The Spruce The Size of Your Mirror  When selecting a mirror for your vanity, it’s important to choose a size that complements your cabinet. A mirror that’s too small can appear out of place, while one that is too big can take over the wall. Mirrors make a room look large, which is helpful in a smaller powder bath, so remember that a mirror that is too small won't be helpful to you or your space’s design.  Just as Kersey points out, you’ll want to have some spacing around the sides of your mirror for bathroom light fixtures and below it for your sink.  "I like keeping the mirror higher than the spout height [of the sink] to help eliminate some splatter," says Kersey, so you'll want a mirror size that also allows for the most useful placement. Which Mirror Shape Suits You? You can find mirrors in geometric shapes such as square, rectangle, and round, but you can also find them in abstract shapes that add a creative flair to any space. We stuck to offering several popular geometric shapes in our list but are partial to beautiful rounded edges, as seen in our best value and best design picks. The best mirror shape for your bathroom depends on personal preference. Round mirrors (like our best overall, the Better Bevel Rubber Framed Bathroom Mirror) are a bit softer and tend to look more stylish, while angular mirrors create a sleek, modern aesthetic. If you have double vanities, you can either use one long rectangular mirror to create the illusion of more space or install two identical mirrors side by side to create distinct zones for each sink. A Convenient Mounting Type The mounting hardware you use to install a bathroom mirror is largely dependent on the size and weight of the mirror. While most mirrors come with all of the hardware you need to install them, we recommend having additional tools like a cordless drill and a hammer nearby for the actual installation.  To help you navigate the different mounting options offered within our list, we’ve defined them for you.  Bracket: This is one of the most popular mount types you’ll see on mirrors. A bracket is an existing hole or metal slot on the back of a mirror that works with a nail or most picture-hanging hooks.  Cleat: Also called a French cleat, this type of mount looks like a small lip that juts upside down on the back of a mirror. Many of our mirrors on this list have cleat installation options, including our best overall, the Better Bevel Rubber Framed Bathroom Mirror.  Floating: Sometimes, online manufacturers and retailers do not specify the type that comes with a mirror and will simply list the mount type as “floating.” In this case, all installation hardware will be hidden behind the fixture, thus creating a floating illusion. Why Trust The Spruce? This article was written and researched by Spruce editor Mia Ingui, who just purchased her first home and, with it, took on three bathroom renovations. Throughout this process, she researched and purchased several bathroom mirrors and evaluated each on price, size, and finish to find the perfect mirrors for her space. In addition to her personal experience, she also used test results from other members of the Spruce team to vet the other trusted recommendations to keep your bathroom looking sharp. Source link