#Corner Entry Enclosures

[bestbathroomuk]

Buying Guide to Select the Most Suitable Shower Enclosure for the Top Quality Bathrooms in the UK

Whether it is a pleasant hot bath on cold days or getting relaxed with cool showering in summer, a bathroom is a place that everyone loves it. To make your bathroom a perfect place for everyone in your family who uses it, you need to consider every detail for your bathroom. Based on the choice of everyone, you should select a shower enclosure.

Choosing the unique design & style enhances the look of your best quality bathrooms in the UK. Besides, giving a stylish and contemporary look to your bathroom, the reason for installing a shower enclosure is to protect the rest of your bathroom space from getting wet.  Each time someone enters the bathroom for showering, it makes the entire bathroom wet and increases your work to dry your bathroom.  Thus, a shower enclosure is a useful and valuable addition to your bathroom that offers the best functionality with a superior look. A fully functional and attractive bathroom also increases the worth of your property.

Important Things to Consider for Selecting the Best Shower Enclosure

It is difficult to choose the most suitable shower enclosure for your bathroom from different types of shower enclosures. The different types of shower enclosures are Offset Quadrant Enclosures, Quadrant Enclosures, Corner Entry Enclosures, and many more.

This useful shower enclosure guide for your UK bathrooms helps you to make your selection easy for choosing the best shower enclosure. There are different criteria for selecting the best ones.

When you plan to install a shower enclosure for your bathroom, first, you must decide your budget limit. With shower enclosure, the necessary things you need are shower doors or shower panels, shower trays, Enclosure & Shower Tray Accessories, and others.

The type you select depends on your bathroom configuration & size. For instance, for your ensuites or small bathrooms, a corner-entry shower enclosure saves enough bathroom space. On the other way, a walk-in shower enclosure gives accessibility and is suitable for a family bathroom. You can choose a D-shaped shower enclosure if you have central space against the wall to position a shower enclosure.

When you design a new bathroom, take the perfect measurement of available free space in your bathroom. You should measure it according to the space taken by other fixtures like Toilets, Basins, Baths, storage cabinets or any other. Make sure you have sufficient space to walk in or out comfortably for showering.

Regarding the utilization of your shower, you need to spend extra money for the best quality & durability. For small bathrooms, you need to think about space-saving options.

If all members of your family are more passionate about showering than bathing, you should choose a shower enclosure instead of a bathtub that occupies more space. Or you can choose a shower bath that offers both showering & bathing together.

With the shower enclosure, you need to select a shower door or panels. There are different types of shower doors like Bifold Doors, Pivot Doors, Sliding Doors, Hinged Doors, and Infold Doors. They can either fold, hinge, slide or pivot open. For your spacious bathroom, Hinged or Pivot doors are more suitable as they open outwards. While for your small bathroom space, bi-fold or sliding doors are ideal options. You can cover your shower enclosure from all sides or select a walk-in shower with a single side panel for an open design.

When selecting a shower door, ensure that it eases you to open & close every time you enter or exit for showering. Choose easy sliding or walk-in for your children’s bathroom or elders.

Just like protecting your floor from getting wet, wall protection is equally important. You should also think about fitting wall panels or tiles for their protection. You can choose it based on your budget and the décor of your bathroom.

Even for your small space bathroom, you can install a shower cubicle. It eases to utilize the main bathroom during morning hours. You can also fit bi-fold or pivot doors into a compact space between two walls of your bathroom.

Choose highly durable shower trays like Merlyn Shower Trays, Merlyn Rectangular Shower Trays, Merlyn Square Shower Trays, and more. Selecting the best quality & non-slippery shower tray will give your bathroom a long-lasting leakage-free solution.

Contact sales@bestqualitybathrooms.co.uk if you want the best deal to buy a shower enclosure for your bathroom. Get the best offer on branded shower doors & enclosures like Merlyn Shower Doors, Merlyn Shower Enclosures, Merlyn 8 series, Merlyn 6 series, Merlyn Ionic Essence, Merlyn Ionic Express, & more.

If you want to design the best quality bathrooms in the UK, like Tissino Bathrooms, we offer special deals for all your need of bathroom products & accessories, and shower accessories, side panels, Fixed Glass Walk-in Panels, & more.

[bluelockmaniac]

reaction to you wearing a bikini pt.2 - itoshi sae

ft. itoshi sae

cw: taking a shower with sae, fem! reader

pt.1 nagi & reo

you had just arrived back at your and sae's shared apartment from a pool party where you had celebrated one of your friends' admittance to the university they had always wanted to attend. you glance at the dim entry as you take off your flimsy sandals and place them neatly on the organized shoe rack. turning on the lights, you noticed that sae had not returned from football practice, but you shrugged it off, assuming he'd stay longer than necessary as he does usually. before you actually began pampering yourself to a hot, bubbly bath in the bathtub situated elsewhere in the luxurious bathroom sae owned, you hurriedly stepped into the glass shower enclosure with your bikini still on to wash off the faint traces of chlorine. unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately—god had other plans for you since you were too preoccupied to see sae grinning while you sung along to your spotify playlist at the top of your lungs, your eyes firmly shut, and your hands massaging your scalp. he tried banging on the door, really, but he just knew you wouldn't hear his knocks over the splashing sounds of water or your loud music, so he entered anyway. it was just the football prodigy's luck that you had only recently entered the shower, so the warm steam had not yet formed on the enclosure's glass walls. you gasped in horror when a pair of large hands suddenly grabbed your bare waist. quickly turning around, "who the—" you cried out, only to make eye contact with your boyfriend, who wore a subtle smirk on his face. "—oh, sae..." you let out a sigh of relief as you threw your arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss which he reciprocated immediately. "mi amor, if i had seen you in this state sooner, i would have suggested taking a shower together every day." he says indifferently, moving aside the damp hair clinging to your skin to plant a gentle kiss on the side of your neck. "eres tan hermosa."

translation: "you're so beautiful."

it took you a few moments to fully comprehend what he was implying, and your cheeks were quickly painted with a lovely crimson. "...ehh?" noticing that he was dead serious—and slightly sweaty— you nodded without hesitation and lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it into the corner basket. "you're not wasting any time, are you?" he gives your waist a light pinch as he enters the shower, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips. it was slightly infuriating— how he effortlessly persuades you to agree to anything without thought and how his presence makes you feel physically weak. you give his chest a playful punch before pointing to his boxers with raised eyebrows, pink rushing to your cheeks. a quiet chuckle escapes his lips, and you could almost feel the haughty smirk that forms on them. "sae, what are you lau—" his lips slammed into yours, bringing your hands to rest on his chest, interrupting you as he pulled you in by the waist. "...mi amor, you don't think it's fair if i strip completely while you're still wearing your bikini, do you?"

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[cabin-spider-protector]

Elliott headcanons <3

Even after moving into the farmhouse, he still has his little pocket crab with him

Practically pleads with you to let him get a little tank enclosure for his crab

Every Monday when he goes to the beach, he let's the crab walk around a bit in the sand

Of course he takes great care to ensure the seagulls don't get too close

Also, sometimes he'll sit in his old cabin and look out the window, just reminiscing about the days when you used to trudge through rain and snow to visit him

A lot of his old diary and journal entries are still on his desk

The notes accurately archive the time in which elliott began to fall in love with you

There's even a journal entry for the first time he introduced himself to you

He had noted how interested he was in getting to know you more

Sometimes he winced at himself-- fearing that he may have seemed a bit too forward

But his anxieties are quickly subdued when he remembers how mutual the feeling was

When he notices the sun begin to dip in the sky, he knows it's time to head home

Sometimes on the way back he'll catch a glance of you while you're out doing various errands

He can't help but be overcome with adoration and love

He hurries home so that he can be back before you return

He'd hate for you to come home to an empty house

He takes care of tidying and dusting so you don't have to worry about it when you get home after a long day

He'd made you promise you wouldn't squash any spiders

"They're more scared of you than you are of them!" He'd always assure you

So if he was cleaning out some old forgotten corner or the cracks between the furniture, and one of the little spiders ran out, he'd make sure to safely cup it in his hands and carry it out into the woods

He probably does this dozens of times a week

You know how much it matters to him and wouldn't dream of going against your word

When you're finally home he'll shower you with love and tell you all about his time at the shore

Sometimes if he's found a particularly pretty shell, he'll give it to you as a gift

Sometimes he prefers to keep a little collection of them for various projects

Like making wind chimes or adornments for you

It's just a little hobby he has between spouts of writing inspiration

He'll try and keep it secret from you, but it's difficult for him because he just gets too excited and wants to tell you about everything he's proud of

Speaking of telling you about things he's proud of

He loves having you read his drafts

He takes so much inspiration from you and your life together

He likes seeing the way the corners of your lips quirk up approvingly when you recognize what had inspired him

Sometimes he'll add little blurbs of dialogue that are direct quotes of silly conversations you've had

He loves adding a little bit of your love into his work

It fuels him to continue

That's the reason he's always so inspired to write after helping you on the farm!

Seeing how happy he makes you inspires him in a way he never was while living in that lonely cabin

It's never a boring day with you around

Even if all you were doing was smelting ores, he'd gladly keep you company just to be in your presence

[thegigilwriter]

08 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary: 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

Masterlist

Keywords/Warnings: Romance, Implied religious themes (OC is Catholic), slight angst, Drama

08 | Crab Dinners and Star Gazers 🌌

Sunday PM June 25, 2023

Lucy sighed shaking her soft waves as she ran them through the hairdryer. She stared at herself in the mirror, her head cocked to one side. She put the hairdryer down, pulled the plug, and stowed it away in her dresser drawer. As she began powdering her face, she wondered if the crab meat was thawed enough and hoped that Bradleyʼs special dessert was baking as desired. The ice tea was prepped and resting in the fridge, the table was set, and the brioche toast was buttered and flavored, ready for the oven. After Lucy applied her final layer of mascara, she gazed into her own visage. Something had changed — something deep within her and it showed in the gleam of her eyes, the stretch of her smile, the glow of her round cheek, and the way she stood in front of her own reflection.

Her face wasnʼt so wide anymore, the mole on the corner of her lip and the one near her eye didnʼt look so bothersome, and she held a new fascination with her eyes. How odd, she thought. She straightened her dress, checked her lip gloss, and proceeded to walk into the kitchen.

She drained the water from the half-pound of backfin crab meat and put a pan on high flame. When the surface was hot enough, Lucy heated a tablespoon of butter and the juice of a half lemon. She then added the crab meat and seasoned it with salt and pepper to taste. She stirred it around the pan a little before popping the lid on and putting the toast in the oven. Just then, a knock resounded on her apartment door and Lucy excitedly rushed towards it.

“Hey Angel,ˮ Bradley breathed. He swears, he was getting so spoiled from seeing Lucy like this twice a day. Tonight she opted for another dress with a shorter skirt. It was auburn-colored with a halter strap neckline. She had also paired her outfit with little open-toed black heels.

“Hi,ˮ Lucy smiled as she opened her door for his entry. As Bradley stepped in, he couldnʼt help but quickly notice how full and vibrant her space was compared to his barren house.

“Make yourself at home,ˮ she told him, returning to the stove as Bradley wandered into her living room. “Dinnerʼs almost done.ˮ

He saw the green tendrils that hung by her window as well as her lush plant box. He noticed the tall bookshelf with weathered spines as well as Harry Potter memorabilia. He was fascinated by the tortoises, Tip and Toe, in their makeshift enclosure acting as her TV console. He peered into Walstead fish bowl on her living room table, and admired the cherry red shrimp among the pearl grass as well as the slow-moving golden snail. Bradley sat on her grape-colored couch, and a handsome, classical, rosewood guitar caught his eye. He walked towards the instrument and lifted it in his arms. It was old, but well maintained. By the light of the street and of the moon streaming from her window, his fingers grazed an inscription on its curved side.

To Ford, play with a tender heart.

“Bradley?ˮ

Bradley instantly put the guitar down as carefully as he could before stepping into the kitchen. Lucy had just set down a lidded cast iron pan beside the pitcher of ice tea and a serving bowl of brioche toast. Bradley smiled, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the side of her head. He banished all thoughts of the guitar in his head as he pulled a seat for Lucy as well for himself.

“This smells so good Angel,ˮ Bradley sighed, inhaling the aromas of the table. Lucy lifted the lid and Bradleyʼs eyes widened.

“Is that—?ˮ

“Norfolk-style crab!ˮ Lucy announced. “You told me that you grew up there and I wanted to create something close to home. Do you like it?ˮ

“I love it,ˮ Bradley replied. “But Angel you didnʼt have to—“

“I wanted to,ˮ Lucy interjected. “If youʼre set on spoiling me, then why couldnʼt I do the same for you?ˮ

Bradley chuckled

“Whatever you want, Angel.ˮ

Dinner conversations were alight with banter, flirty remarks, and laughter, but at the back of his mind Bradley thought about the guitar. Who was this Ford? What did he mean to Lucy and why was she still holding on to something that belonged to him? It bothered him just a little, knowing that before him perhaps another man sat in her dining room or that she was in the front seat of his car. But what was most bothersome is that perhaps in some way, Lucy was hurt by this man so severely that it warranted Tita Ramonaʼs concern.

“Be careful with her, please. There are things that can only be broken so much.ˮ

As their discussion waned and their plates became empty, Lucy went to the kitchen. As Bradley quietly conducted his train of thoughts, all rails came to a halt as soon as the lights in her apartment dimmed slightly and Lucyʼs voice resounded fluidly across the space.

“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you...ˮ

Bradley gaped at her as she carried a cheerful, yellow ceramic plate on which she served a chocolate mound with a dollop of cream and a white candle on top. For a while, Bradley was stuck in a daze. Lucyʼs lovely visage and her auburn-colored dress. Her soft voice. The dancing flame. The rich smell of chocolate and vanilla and sugar.

“Happy birthday to you!ˮ Lucy ended.

“Angel—“ Bradley gasped, slowly coming out of his daydream. “H-How—?ˮ

“Phoenix told me,ˮ she replied as she set the plate down. “I have to say... Iʼm a little disappointed that you didnʼt tell me that your birthday was two days away and it happened to be on your deployment date.ˮ

“I didnʼt want you to make a big thing about it,ˮ Bradley told her.

“This isnʼt a big thing,ˮ Lucy assured Bradley, as she reached for the small spoon. “Itʼs just a little something special.ˮ

Bradley took the spoon from her outstretched fingers.

“Now dig into it,ˮ she smiled. “I wanna see if I got it right this time.ˮ

As Bradley dug his spoon all the way down the mound, a rich chocolate ooze appeared from its depths and ran across the remaining space on the plate. Lucy clapped her hands and did a little celebratory dance.

“Chocolate lava cake,ˮ Bradley remarked. “Impressive, Angel.ˮ

He took a bite, the balance of the cream and chocolate cake and ooze— their respective textures harmoniously melting together on his palette. Bradley moaned, taking another spoonful. He urged Lucy to sit on his lap before feeding her a bite, to which she relished with a satisfied hum.

“Chocolate soufflé, chocolate mousse, and chocolate lava cake...ˮ Bradley recited. “What should we have next, Angel?ˮ

“A nice cup of tea?ˮ She suggested, feeding him a spoonful with his arms wrapped her waist.

Bradley hummed thoughtfully.

“Under this beautiful night?ˮ He suggested. Lucy smiled.

“Iʼll get a thermos and a sweater.ˮ

Bradley parked the Bronco in an isolated area by the beach. They moved to the backseat of the car and Lucy draped their close bodies with a big fluffy blanket she grabbed from the pillow basket near her couch. She poured the passionfruit blend into two small portable cups, steam billowing from the rim. Lucy leaned her head against his hard chest and Bradley put an arm around her, frequently turning to relish the scent of her fragrant hair. They sat there for a while... among the silence of the stars and the rhythm of their breaths, savoring something hot and delicious.

“This is nice,ˮ Lucy sighed. “I havenʼt stargazed in a while. Theyʼre all so bright tonight. Thereʼs Perseus, Cassiopeia, and Andromeda...ˮ

“You sure know your constellations...ˮ Bradley remarked.

“When I was younger, there was this small balcony near our room in our house at Oregon where my brother and I used to go to when we couldnʼt sleep...ˮ Lucy remembered with a nostalgic look in her eye. “He loved the stars. He memorized their names and the constellations, and whenever he saw a shooting star, he would wish for a telescope. I would stay up with him all night, just fascinated by how much he knew...ˮ

“You have a brother?ˮ Bradley breathed.

“I had one,ˮ Lucy smiled sadly. Bradley turned to her, and noticed the gleam in her melancholy gaze.

“Angel—“ he sighed. “You know that Iʼll still choose to be with you, right? Whatever brokenness you have... Iʼm not leaving you — no matter what you say.ˮ

Lucy choked on a gasp, and Bradley was quick to wipe a tear sliding down her cheek and pressing a kiss against her forehead.

“Iʼm not ready...ˮ she breathed deeply. “To talk about Ford yet...ˮ

To Ford, play with a tender heart.

The guitar flashed across his mind.

“Please be patient with me Bradley,ˮ she whispered.

“For you, Angel?ˮ Bradley smiled. “Anything.ˮ

“But there is... just one thing though...ˮ Bradley hummed after a moment of stillness.

Lucy shifted in his arms and averted herself to him swiftly, concerned. “I really, really, really...ˮ

She nervously waited for his reply.

“... want you to be my girlfriend.ˮ

Lucy smacked him across the chest with a flushed face, her eyes gleaming but her smile wide.

“Why do you have to say it like that?!ˮ She half-growled and half-laughed, shaking her head. Bradley cupped her face into his hands, chuckling.

“Iʼm sorry,ˮ he crooned softly.

“You know what?ˮ Lucy breathed, composing herself. “I really, really, really...ˮ

Bradley held his breath.

“Donʼt think—“

His heart fell suddenly.

“That thatʼs a bad idea.ˮ

And then it soared.

“So yes?ˮ Bradley blinked, his heart thundering in his chest like a drum announcing the commencement of a celebration.

“Yes!ˮ Lucy exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes as Bradley bent down to kiss her. Her hands wandered through his locks greedily as she moaned into the kiss. Bradley lifted her on to him, letting Lucy straddle his thighs. His fingers gripped the flesh of her hip, and the other set remained cradling her soft cheek. Bradley began to press kisses against the side of her neck.

“Do you mind if I leave something here?ˮ He whispered to the shell of her ear.

“Make it last as long as your deployment or else Iʼll be even more disappointed,ˮ Lucy replied as Bradley began to bite down on her soft, fragrant skin. He loved the small noises she emitted with every breath and the way she would grip his hair and shoulders.

“Youʼve got quite an edge Angel,ˮ Bradley smirked as he kissed the newly-formed hickey just below the shell of her ear and far into her neck. “I like it.ˮ

“You have no idea,ˮ Lucy smiled impishly. “At least not yet.ˮ

Bradley chuckled kissing the mole on the corner of her eye and the one near her lips. Lucy rested her forehead at the juncture of his neck and shoulder — inhaling his essence.

“I donʼt wanna go,ˮ Bradley said to her softly as he stroked her hair. “I just wanna stay here, kissing you and eating your food and spoiling the hell out of you.ˮ

“And Iʼm afraid,ˮ he admitted as she turned to face him. “Iʼm afraid that Iʼve just gotten something so wonderful, and that itʼll be gone the moment I go away.ˮ

“Oh Bradley,ˮ Lucy stroked his face and let her fingertips graze his scars. “Thatʼs not going to happen. Do you know why?ˮ

Bradley looked intently at her.

“Because on the day of our first date, I went to church, and I asked God — ‘if this man was the one you meant to send for me, show me a sign and let him sit with me in front of You’ ... and this morning you did just that.ˮ

Bradley stilled, swallowing deeply.

“Iʼve had much taken from me Bradley,ˮ Lucy whispered. “And for the last two years Iʼve always wondered why, and now I know — every hurt and every path Iʼve taken since... has lead me to you.ˮ

Bradley kissed her forehead, holding her closer.

“In time, Iʼll tell you everything — everything, I promise. But for now, I hope that youʼll have me for what I am in your eyes.ˮ

“Angel,ˮ Bradley sighed. “However broken you may see yourself, in my eyes you are whole, and now — wholly mine.ˮ

Lucy knew it was naive of her — to think that there are good things in this life that can never be taken away no matter what promise or assurance was given. So as they held each other closely in the cold of the night, she offered up another prayer — one that asked to bring him home and to let this one good thing stay for good.

Bradley and Lucy are official! I have played out how this scene would happen in my mind so many times, but I’m glad how it finally turned out on paper :)) Thank you for reading! Now on to the next chapter 09 | First of Many.

[thatonceandfutureprat]

OHOHO that mouse is a lucky bastard

- I got a litter box and food bowls for my cat to use during her stay

- Like I invested in her asdfghjkl. Invested money.

- I set up, check the trap in the kitchen cabinet before going down to have tea with my parents. Mouse looks right back at me from beneath the installed IKEA bins.

- A little distraught I curse it’s life and go have tea.

- Bregje, being a Cat, senses I want something from her the moment I lay eyes on her, and Fucks Off

- My parents live in a large farm house. We can only guess where she’s gone.

- As we search, I kind of know we’re not going to find her, and eventually I give up on snuggles at night and the chance to be rid of the mouse

- Dad tells me to bring an extra trap. It’s the one that kept malfunctioning, but I’m desperate and he says he’s fixed it, so sure. Fine. I guess.

- Put the trap next to the entry point beneath the fridge (has to be open for ventilation), hope and pray and go to bed.

- I get woken up at 7.45 by the sound of nibbling. I lie in bed, wondering what on earth the mouse is trying to destroy for its nest. Then my foggy brain realises the material being nibbled on sounds VERY solid.

- Far more solid than anything in my home.

- I peek around the corner of my bedroom and HELLO. THE TRAP DOOR IS CLOSED!

- I bring the trap downstairs (mouse is absolutely disgruntled and is still gnawing at the bars if its enclosure) and go to app my dad and then my mom, the latter to inform her that Bregje might not be needed after all…

- Mom sent this picture last night…

…of Bregje having found her way into the bedroom (she very often sleeps there).

Bloody cats, man. But the mouse got lucky (the punk).

[joker-ali]

ironheart // chapter 1

now in her school, mere minutes after the viral fight, makes her the center of attention, and (first/name) (last/name) despises every second of it. However, the publicity from the predicament earlier results in a surprise visit, from none other than the headmaster of a nationally-known hero high school, Mister Nezu of UA High School! What will fate have in store today for (first/name)? 

previous chapter // next chapter // masterlist // warning : none

bnha! characters x afab! reader // 1.02k

Rushing into the pristine school gates, (Last/Name) found that mostly everybody was staring at her, even people she fails to talk to. Keeping her head down, attempting to get to at least inside. This was an unnecessarily easy task, as the farther into the school she walked, the crowds in front of her had dissipated, splitting down the middle to give her entry.

The mirror directly next to the lockers allowed (Last/Name) to look at her entire body, and as far as she could tell, there wasn’t anything wrong; so why were they staring?

They couldn’t have already heard, could they? The fight only happened a couple, well, several minutes ago, but how would news of a measly fight transport so quickly? *Technology for you,* she guessed.

She absolutely despises the stares from gossiping onlookers, whether from jealousy, admiration, or either, she disliked it with a strong passion. Why were the glares so intense but full of duplicated emotion at the same time? She felt overly gawked at, as if she was an exotic animal in an enclosure, presented for all to see.

The whispers and disappearance of most loud noises were attracting more stranger schoolmates to openly stare at her as she made her way to home room. However her sweet sanctuary, her quiet homeroom, where she could sit in the corner of the room, safe from the belittling stares and dirty looks from the rest of her classmates; for now.

Missus Watanashi, her home room teacher, was an easygoing individual, with kind, sparkling eyes and a warm smile, she was seen as a beacon of compassion for most students in 3-A. Poised in her chair, eyes fluttering up every minute or so to check on students, while she adamantly graded a multitude of essays, some completely marked in red, some slightly marked, and those ungraded lay in a small basket in the corner of her desk. Watanashi was outwardly kind towards (Last/Name), allowing her to do multiple tasks not usually done by other students, but still would rule with a firm hand in her classroom.

Albeit, today was not (First/Name)’s day, as she found herself unable to enjoy the usual amenities of her homeroom. “Good morning miss (Last/Name), I’m sorry to say but the headmaster would like to see you right now,” her home room teacher exclaims, before offering a kind smile and returning back to her endless pile of work.

“Thank you Watanashi-san for letting me know.” Nodding in reply, the home room teacher watched as her student exited the room, diligently following with her eyes, before the student had made the various twists and turns to the front office of the junior high school.

Headmaster Kobayakawa was an.. interesting individual… Completely interested in increasing his own wealth, and the reputation of the school he resided over, he wasn’t very well-recognized, or fit, for a leadership position. Meeting with him was a misfortunate event for all, except for those who he had willingly favored, due to a multitude of random interests and likes of those randomly picked.

Mindlessly counting the diamond pattern laid intricately on the floor’s tiling was a great way to waste time, the diamond shaped bronze tiles connecting on the bare edges to each other, barely the connection was cut by egg-white triangles lining along the hallway. The golden mini chandeliers that lay overhead paired with the well-maintained plants lined in the corners made the school look amazing, as it appears to be.

Checking in with the front office went normally, until she was called into the headmaster’s office. Entering a luxurious, yet ludicrous, office, she was met with not one, but two people. The first, was headmaster Kobayakawa, a greedy and prejudiced ‘leader’, and the second appeared to be a mutated mouse of some kind? One cannot ever truly tell with how quirks have evolved over multiple decades of time.

“Ah, there she is, (First/Name) (Last/Name), one of our most exceptional students at Shujin Junior High!” The red-faced principal gestured for her to take a seat, right next to the unknown visitor, before turning back to the previous conversation at hand.

“Miss (Last/Name), it’s quite a pleasure to meet you, I have heard a bit about you from your headmaster.” Flushing slightly at the stranger’s statement, she replied a quiet ‘thank you’, before questioning, politely, who the stranger was.

“Well, I am Professor Nezu, headmaster of the nationally known high school of U.A. in Japan! I would like to invite you to join the hero course, Miss (Last/Name). The teachers there and I believe you would make a great fit among the rest of the students.”

“With all due respect Mister Nezu, I’d have to reject your offer.” Dumbstruck by her response before furrowing his brows with anger, his face was alike to that of a prize-winning tomato; Principal Kobayakawa was distraught at the amount of publicity his school would receive, just from a singular student applying to UA, and getting in with the transcript provided by his school!

“Miss (L/N), you cannot be serious, this is the opportunity of a-,“ He was about to argue, debate endlessly about the girl’s decision, before being cut off by the the UA principal sitting across from him.

“It’s quite alright Mister Kobayakawa, although may I inquire why miss (L/N)?” Turning his attention to her while she glanced at the fuming junior high principal across from them and slightly shook her head no. Slightly disappointed in her undetailed answer, he sighed, and grabbed a singular card from his pockets vest, before handing it over to her. “Well, if you ever change your mind and decide to apply, I’ll be sure to aid you in the process.” Giving her a warm smile, contrasted to the disdain look laid on her current headmaster’s face, she was sent on her way.

“There’s better options here of course! Allow me to introduce you to several other students starting with..” The sounds of the headmaster attempting to lure in the hero headmaster with his antics and tricks drowned out the further she went down the hallway. Back to the home room, back to her sanctuary, back to her normal, regular, life.

if u are seeing this, have a great day <3

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[bookwyrminspiration]

Shattered Upside Down

A kotlc wings au: masterpost here

Chapter 35: History Written in Fatality

word count: 8.1k

chapter summary: Sophie continues to read and learns what, exactly, happened in the village she now calls home.

warnings: mentions of mass death and anxiety in the past, injuries ( a continuation of last chapter essentially)

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A figure in an embellished red cloak, that’s who this gnome had seen, had spoken to.

Someone who wanted to fix the world, to cure the monsters, to return the surface to what it once was, though he’d been at fault for its demise. Whatever goal he’d desperately chased fell short, and in creating them had created their destruction.

So he sought recompense in an innocent gnomish village, requesting their assistance.

Murad knew exactly where the gnomish village was; he’d been there. However he’d found it, if this recount was true, he’d been there, heels thudding against the same wood hers did.

He and Fintan, they’d talked about the village; Fintan had said he’d always wanted to find the place, see what happened.

She’d mistakenly thought that if he wanted to find it, that meant they hadn’t already. That it was still a mystery to them.

But what if they’d known all along?

Pausing, she flipped through the remaining pages, all the entries she had yet to read, heart dreading everything she’d find. There was too much left to tell, to say. So much yet to learn about what happened, because that’s what she needed to know. What happened between the beginning and the end.

Because she already knew the end to this story.

It ended in claws and death, in tragedy and futile wishes.

Yet here she was, pulling herself closer in, trying to decide if it was better to get attached and mourn, feel the ache in honor of this gnome’s memory, or to stay distanced and save herself the hurt. If she even could.

The pause gave her a moment to take in her surroundings, to see that she couldn’t see, the sun disappeared. Her focus had been enough to keep her from noticing, but now as she squinted at the page, it’d be impossible to ignore how difficult it was to read with only faint moonlight.

She’d need a light source; there was no way she was sleeping tonight, not with these answers at her fingertips.

Murad had something to do with the village; she couldn’t stop now.

“If only he’d left moonjars or something,” she grumbled, rummaging through the drawers on either side of the desk, coming up empty. There weren’t many places things could be stored; she’d lived here for long enough that she thought she had a pretty good idea of what was here, and that didn’t include any light sources.

After only a minute of careless bumbling around the room, peering on shelves as if something would magically materialize just for her, she gave it up.

Debating with herself for a moment, she grabbed the diary, trying to keep her footsteps gentle as she crept out into the night.

Stars burned above, winking and blinking their patterns as the moonlight illuminated just enough of the bridges that she could cross the bridges without worrying about falling off, as if she even could. If only that light was enough to read by.

Leaves rustled faintly in the breeze of the otherwise still night, an entirely different scene from the monsters the gnomes had described in their account, the dangers nighttime brought. Sophie’s working theory had something to do with a light sensitivity for some of the monsters--that creature Murad had put her in an enclosure with had been so sensitive any light was too much; it wouldn’t be that far of a leap to think there were others just like it that would only emerge at night.

But she couldn’t hear them. Now that it was the ten of them here--twelve if you counted Linh’s dragons--it was silent. Nothing growling or clawing at the earth below. Was that Maruca’s work? Had she driven them far enough back with her territorial streak? Or were they too like them to attract the interest of anything nearby?

As she stalled, another sound joined the medley.

Wind stirred the pollen on her skin as Wylie settled to the ground next to her, rolling his shoulders as he found his balance, offering her a small smile.

“Hello,” he said by way of greeting, though he didn’t look at her. His eyes were focused somewhere in the distance, and she had a feeling it was the exact place she was heading.

“I…hello to you, too, I guess. Where did--how…” she trailed off. She hadn’t even heard him approaching until he was already there, hadn’t thought anyone else was awake at this hour besides the person she was on her way to steal some light from.

Wylie scratched at the back of his neck, averting his eyes. “Sorry about that. Couldn’t sleep. Something felt off again, and then I heard you start moving around and thought ‘that’s it,’ so I followed. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Sophie waved it off, hugging the diary to her chest as she started walking again; Wylie often served as pleasant company--after they’d made their amends, that was--and it would definitely help to have someone to talk to as she sifted through the horrors one gnome had inscribed.

She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, but there weren’t any other options.

The only other polyglot in their group would be spending the night grieving his mother with conflicting memories, and she didn’t even know if Tam or Linh had picked up on any gnomish when living in the neutral territories. And if they had, would it have been written? If they’d learned anything, it was most likely spoken, and that wouldn’t help.

So this task came down to her, and now that she’d started there was no way she could rest without finishing.

“Where are we going?” he asked, falling into step behind her, playing with the edge of his sleeves as he looked around, walking carefully.

“Dex’s house.”

“What for?”

“...a light,” she admitted, feeling her cheeks heat. What a strange and mundane reason to be moving about in the middle of the night.

Wylie hesitated a moment before continuing, processing. “A light?”

Sophie held up the diary so he could see it over her shoulder. “It’s too dark to read and my house doesn’t have any lights. Dex is the only person I’d expect to be awake at this time; he’s had trouble sleeping on the same schedule as everyone else ever since the big facility catastrophe. So I was going to ask him.”

Wylie hummed back at her instead of responding, and they passed by the rest of the empty houses on the way in silence, the telltale glow of lights up ahead. Curtains closed, warm color still spilled into the night air from his quirky abode, exactly as she’d hoped for. She’d have to ask him what he used for light so she could borrow them sometime.

Not that she’d ever need to be up in the middle of the night reading horror stories in diaries ever again, but it was nice to be prepared.

Remembering the last time she’d burst into Dex’s space without knocking, Sophie rapped her knuckles against the door, tugging on her eyelashes a few times as she waited before forcing herself to drop her hands. Her wings buzzed against her will, betraying her nerves.

After a moment, the door swung open, Tam squinting into the darkness as the light from inside spilled over their faces.

“Oh! I--hello--why are you here?” Sophie sputtered, unsure which of the many things suddenly crowding into her head to say.

“Why are you here?” he shot back, stepping back so they could come in, Wylie nodding his thanks as he took the door.

This time her face stayed blissfully cool as she said, “Lights. My house doesn’t have any and I can’t see.”

Tam snorted. “You’re telling me. If I stepped outside I’d end up walking off the bridges and falling to my death. I don’t know what actual bats are like, but however those elixirs mixed with my shade DNA gave me shit eyesight in the dark.”

“Is that why you’re here?” Wylie asked. “For the lights?”

“The lights? No, Dex is the only one consistently up at this time, so I hang around from time to time. Help him with his gadgets.”

As they spoke, they started moving again, the three of them crowded into the narrow front work room of Dex’s house and making their way towards the main room. That was where she and Dex had had their little sleep over, where she’d woken up the morning Maruca shared her secret.

“Hey,” was all Dex said by way of greeting as they filed into the room, Tam falling back into a chair he must’ve been sitting in before they arrived, right next to Dex. Wylie claimed a beanbag chair in the opposite corner, leaving Sophie to take the couch Dex had slept on.

His hands were busy, fiddling with some sort of cube disassembled--or being assembled?--in his lap, looking as though he hadn’t moved from that position in quite a white. He’d sunk into his seat. [make sure furniture is matching prior descriptions?

Sophie tried to guess what it was by observation alone but gave up. “What are you doing?”

“Making explosives and things,” he responded, absentmindedly. “Hold this.” He handed some confusing curled piece of metal to Tam, who obediently held it, picking up another piece he must’ve set down to come open the door.

“...Explosives? Why?” The gnome’s diary was momentarily forgotten as possibilities and questions circled through her mind. Were there monsters nearby? The violent kind? Was he helping Maruca keep the area clear? How potent were they? Was this a normal thing he did and she’d been paying abysmal attention?

He shrugged slightly. “If we’re taking Phoenix, the organization, head on, then I think we’re going to need more than just half a plan and hope. Figured it was best to start stockpiling now so I don’t have to crunch later.”

She didn’t have an answer to that and let the conversation drift away from her instead.

Leaning back, careful with her wings as she settled into the seat, her fingers tapped against the cover of the diary as she steeled herself. She wanted to read it--no, she wanted to know what had happened. She didn’t want to read the diary, not in the slightest. Dread coiled thick and slimy in her lungs, wrapping itself around her heart and squeezing tight. If Keefe were here, he’d take a step back to get away from her, away from the feeling.

But Keefe wasn’t here, and she had a diary to read.

As she mentally prepared herself, she paid little attention to what the others were doing. Tam was helping align the pieces Dex had asked him to hold, and Wylie had gotten up to help, poking his head back into the entry room to look for something.

Glancing at the mounted light sources on the wall, little bulbs full of coils that looked nothing at all like human lightbulbs, she flipped to where she’d left off, hoping whatever she learned about the village, about what Murad had done, wouldn’t be worse than what she was already imagining.

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Day 35:

The village discussed the matter for hours, bringing question upon question to the strange visitor. I do not know if he has spoken to anyone directly the way he spoke to me, but despite my confusion over who he is and how he has survived, we have agreed to help. Nature has its ways, but everyone needs a helping hand from time to time. It is how we flourish.

If there is a chance to help cure these ailing animals and restore the balance we once knew, we will take it. His dedication offers a promise of hope we would have never expected to find when we set out on our journey. Who could fault us for taking it?

He was grateful when we shared the news with him, and then began the task of arranging the specifics of what he would need. Of course he could not undertake such a momentous task on his own, and would need space for his people within the village. This is a reasonable request, so we intend to adapt spaces and furniture to the needs of those like him in a more permanent manner; when he stayed the night a few days ago, he rested upon a hastily constructed hammock, which will not suffice for longer than brief use. Beds, chairs, and all the like should be in order soon.

Everyone is buzzing about, preparing for this shift. We had thought ourselves only to be survivors, living as best we could with all that has transpired. But now we take an active role, one we never dared dream could be possible. We had resigned ourselves to decades and centuries of this new life, expanding our homes among the trees as nature found her own solution. But now we will be a part of it and ease this suffering.

My name is being called. I am needed. My notes will either grow sparse as I am otherwise occupied in the coming days, or more detailed as more happens.

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Yes. They’d said yes. Murad had asked and the gnomes had said yes and she couldn’t even blame them because she would’ve done the same thing. They didn’t know who he was, didn’t know the context, didn’t know who he allied himself with and what he was willing to sacrifice to get what he wanted.

What did he want? In her brief time knowing him she’d learned so little, only that she hated him and wanted nothing to do with him. That he had been the one to save the Neverseen from extinction, at least in his mind. That he’d been in the first facility they’d failed to topple and then he was in another, and that he was always always always connected to Phoenix, that scared little girl.

He’d showed up in their village all polite, asking questions and claiming he wanted to save the world. That he had a plan. That he needed help. Of course they’d say yes. Who wouldn’t? He was unsettling, but he could easily put on a nice facade. That must’ve been what he was doing, coercing them into helping.

But what ulterior motive did he have living with the gnomes, asking for their help?

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Day 38:

Forgive my shaky penmanship this entry, for I have been caught off guard and it is outside my control. There has been a development.

He and his have moved into the altered homes, all equipped with more appropriate furniture for their needs and stature, the shift simple. There were materials aplenty, the forest providing more than we required. There are perhaps a dozen of his people now living here and I know the names of none. The only one that stands out is a little girl, who must be the child of one of those who now reside with us. They all have his stature, and they all bear a gravity upon their complexion that is most unsettling.

They know the enormity of their task and its importance upon the world, so I pay it little mind. My own complexion must mirror theirs at times, listening to the sounds of creature below, as the growls and howling reach out ears.

I have yet to learn who they are, all of them except for one.

I did not know they were in an alliance. Had I known that this was one of the people he intended to recruit, or already had, I wouldn’t have agreed to anything in the first place. I wouldn’t have deigned to speak a word to him.

I wish to have nothing to do with Fintan Pyren nor anyone in relation with him.

He must’ve knowingly omitted this information upon our discussions, for who could have Fintan Pyren in their arsenal and mention it none? He must’ve known it would break all deals and contact we would make with him, for there are few names spoken with as much vitriol as his.

No one has forgotten the fear that colored each song as we sang in hopes of recovery, waiting and hoping that those infected would be well again, and the trees would flourish once more.

No one has forgotten that it was Fintan Pyren who coerced the ogre king to unleash the plague.

The complete recovery we found does not absolve him, and I can hardly stand to look at him even in the years since. And look at him I’ve tried; he is here among us now and I cannot help trailing him with my eyes, ever waiting for a spark to burn this place into the ground.

He has done nothing since arriving, spoken to no one--not even those he arrived with--only a slight smile on his face to hint that he knows and can feel the hostility in the air all directed towards him. I think it gives him a sickly satisfaction to rile us so, but I will not disrespect those who suffered at his hands with any feigned stoicism.

Before I devolve too heavily into this hatred of an enemy so close, I must also note that there is something…peculiar about him. Not the flames, nor the disregard for life if it suits him, but he appears different in a way I cannot yet identify. He stares into the forest, eyes moving back and forth, for long minutes at a time when there is nothing there. His posture as he walks is slow and he holds his body strangely, as if bruised and nursing the wound. It is clear he attempts to hide it to an extent, but my eyes are too sharp for him to escape.

Assisting in the movement of materials from his people, the sleeve of his shirt slipped from his wrist and the faintest hint of a wound appeared for a moment before the fabric covered the sight once more. I cannot determine what it is, but it appeared to be dry and patchy, coated in a soothing cream. It was only in that one area I saw, but perhaps it is hidden beneath the rest of his clothing.

Knowing not what it came from nor what it entails, I can only make guesses as to what it is and how. But it pains him, or at least irritates.

I am almost ashamed to admit it, but the thought of his suffering brings me a sense of satisfaction, for if anyone deserves retribution, it is Fintan Pyren.

Yet despite our hatred, he is here. And we are desperate.

There will come a time when these woven walls will not be enough to protect us, or where they will falter and we will become the targets instead. I believe our closeness with the forests of the world aids in hiding our presence, but we cannot rely on that.

We have discussed, and for the sake of those who come after us, for the sake of the animals suffering below us, and for the sake of helping because we should, we have agreed to enter a temporary truce with Fintan Pyren and his associates.

For though his presence is a stain on those around him, he has a history of results, and we can prioritize when it matters.

And right now, it matters.

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Ears ringing as the room bobbed and distorted like she’d just spent an hour flailing around in a roller coaster, Sophie set the book in her lap, pressing her fingers to her face to rub at her eyes, trying to control her breathing.

They’d said yes. The gnomes had said yes. Murad had asked for their help and they’d said yes, then they’d found out he was working with Fintan and they still said yes.

All because they wanted to save the environment, protect the forest, rescue and care for the animals more than they needed to hate him.

It was either the most idiotic or selfless decision she’d ever heard anyone make. Maybe both.

“Everything good over there?” Dex called from across the room, though it took her a minute to process the words as her mind ran over everything.

“Mmhmm,” she managed, sighing as she leaned back in the chair. Part of her brain attempted desperately to pull her under and let her rest, trying to hold onto to the kind-of normal sleep schedule she’d managed to create for herself in the months after they’d defeated the Neverseen. It’d taken enough work to get to where she was now, able to actually fall asleep in a reasonable amount of time at the appropriate time of day. That part of her was loath to ignore the call in case it set her back.

But the louder part of her knew that any setback was worth it, even if she didn’t like what she heard.

“That sound doesn’t sound good at all--what are you even reading?” Tam asked, interrupting himself. “Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

Sophie shook her head. “It cannot.”

“Nice avoiding the first question.”

“I…” she started, cheeks burning. “Well. It’s--fine.” She had no reason to keep it secret, and she’d been planning on sharing what she learned with everyone so they were all better informed, but if she shared things too early then people had questions and she’d be fielding them until she actually finished.

Plus, they all looked so content sitting in a huddle together, Dex’s inventions-in-progress organized before them as they collaborated. She hated to disturb that.

Wylie made an expectant face, waiting in the silence as she continued to say nothing.

“You’re all so stubborn,” she mumbled, hugging her arms to her chest for comfort, wings buzzing behind her with nerves. “It’s the diary I found in my house, the gnome’s diary. I…whoever wrote it seemed to keep track of a lot, so I’m reading it to learn what happened here. Why this place is abandoned, where they went. We know they’re gone, but we don’t know what happened so…I’m trying to find out to see if anything will help.”

“Have you found anything?” Dex asked, furrowing his brow as he delicately attached something or another in his current project.

“...Yeah.” She didn’t elaborate.

“Are you going to share what it is?”

“Not yet. I will, but only once I’m done. Because everyone is going to have questions and it’s….it’s a lot. So I’ll finish reading--it’s in gnomish, so there isn’t exactly anyone else who can right now--and then I’ll share it. Because everything is mixed in with all the other parts of daily life, things like tending to gardens and issues with weather, things like that.”

“Everything? What does everything entail? Actually wait, no, don’t answer that. I have a different question,” Wylie started, wings shifting smoothly behind him as he shook himself off to refocus. “Are you okay?”

Sophie startled, blinking a few times before the question sunk in. Was she okay? She hadn’t stopped to consider whether or not she was, instead pushing it aside because this took priority, but of course her friends would step in and make sure she wouldn’t forget. How could she with their brows creased like that, their arms crossed, hands falling at their sides like they wanted to reach out but didn’t know if they should. Even Dex had set down his work-in-progress to look for her answer.

“No,” she finally whispered, covering her face with her hands. “There’s so much happening and I don’t know what we’re going to do. We’re going to figure it out, and we’re going to win. But I don’t know how, and I don’t know what it’ll cost. If we’ll be able to pay the price.”

Silence flooded the room until footsteps crossed the rug, a hand settling on her shoulder; she lowered her hands.

Tam stood next to her and after a moment, opened his arms, an invitation. She took it.

Standing, she wrapped her arms around him, his own settling gently on her back, careful to avoid touching her wings. She had no such reservations; his weren’t delicate like hers. Holding on tight, she rested her forehead on his shoulder, trying to keep her breathing even.

More footsteps sounded and more arms joined the hug, the four of them all in one confusing entanglement in the middle of the night, the world silent around them as she gathered herself back together, blinking away the burning in her eyes.

After a while, she relaxed her grip, stepping back, avoiding looking back at all the eyes looking at her as she cleared her throat. “Thanks for that. Sorry. It’s just a lot. Everything with Phoenix and Keefe…it’s just a lot,” she repeated, her tongue awkward in her mouth.

“Are you sure with all that you’re up to reading that diary right now? It can’t end well, not with your reaction so far and…you know…this place being abandoned,” Dex trailed off, folding his arms over his chest.

She thought it over for a moment, but expressing the burden, even if she didn’t explain it, had helped. “Yeah. Yeah I’ll be okay. I mean it,” she emphasized as they made doubting faces at her.

“Okay,” was all Tam said with a nod, turning away to go back to what he was doing, trusting her judgment, trusting her to be honest with them. The others followed suit and she found herself sinking back into her chair, lining up almost perfectly with the butt imprint she’d left.

She flipped open the diary to where she’d left off and hoped history would rewrite itself by the time she read it, hoping for a change in a story already signed with such finality.

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Day 41:

Work has begun. Our temporary visitors have established themselves in their houses around the village, though now with hindsight it may have been more prudent to sequester them close together with one another. Instead, they are intermingled with us. We thought it no concern when altering our buildings, as we hadn’t realized those who would inhabit them aligned themselves with Fintan Pyren.

Fintan Pyren and the man in the red cloak. It is now that I realize I still don’t know his name; he hasn’t shared it and now we do not want to know. It is our new goal to endure this partnership until the goal of revitalizing the forest and curing the animals comes to fruition.

That brings me back to the work that has begun.

I do not understand what they are doing, but I cannot deny that whatever is happening, it is doing something. For today I saw one of the animals--from afar, of course, but closer than I have ever been safely near before.

Fintan Pyren and his companion used the space we cleared over a month ago, and it was truly a frightening spectacle to watch. As much as I despise the two of them, the thought of watching them mauled to death by whatever lives below us still makes me ill. Not out of concern for them, but of the cruelty of the act itself.

I needn't have worried, for they returned unharmed.

More so, they returned unharmed after close proximity with one of the affected animals.

You understand me correctly. They were breaths away, and yet returned unharmed. I suppose I should elaborate; my awe is no reason to forego my duties.

It was not both of them standing close, that was only Fintan Pyren. The other in the red cloak climbed into a nearby tree with reachable branches once the animal approached. He was out of harm's way yet had the clearest view of anyone. We watched from the bridges up above as best we could, though the distance remained vast. The child was nearby the entire time, watching from the bridge with a manner of curiosity I would not have expected from one like her; up close the vibrant red of her curls is shocking, as endearing as those dresses she likes to wear.

That is not the matter I mean to focus on, however.

Fintan Pyren stood alone within the clearing as their test began, though I do not know what they are testing. The animal was wretched, the poor thing. Its teeth were most crooked in a way that must’ve made it painful to bite down, and the skin around its claws had been rubbed raw and red, as though the claws themselves did not fit into its body. It crept forward on all four legs, bones shifting beneath the skin and illuminating its patchy color, perhaps from sun exposure, perhaps from prior injuries. It looked ready to fall apart on itself, and hungry.

Life cannot be easy for a creature such as that.

It made a noise from the back of its throat, one that had those of us on the bridge taking a step back, though we could not avert our eyes. That noise is one you hear before carnage.

Stretching its limbs out to make itself appear larger, it growled once more, taunting, ready to pounce

And yet Fintan Pyren made no movement, eyes only watching the creature as his death stalked closer.

It is difficult to believe what happened next, so sure were we that we were to be witnesses to his last moments.

But as it finally made to charge, he reached out his hand--not in preparation for any flame, but instead as though to touch it. As he did, his sleeve fell down once more and I could envision in my mind the patchy skin I had glimpse. Even from a distance we swore that, for a moment, a fire burned within his skin, visible beneath the patches.

Some part of me recoiled from it almost instinctively, though I do not understand why.

And then the creature recoiled suddenly, as though struck. It quieted, and slowed its approach, bowing its head with a whimper. It was like it transformed, one moment an uncontrollable, dangerous beast intent on ripping its prey to shreds, and the next it was docile as a pet.

Only then did Fintan Pyren move, taking a step closer until he indeed did touch it, placing his open palm atop the affected animal’s head, holding it there for a moment until he backed away again and the animal turned, crawling away back into the forest, and if it had a tail I swear it would’ve been between its legs.

I don’t know what this means for their plan or how they have achieved what I watched transpire, but I know that history was just made in the clearing outside my home. Never before has an affected animal reacted or interacted with anyone with such manner of poise without fatality, of that I am certain. I heard enough tales from those still living underground to know that much.

Could their goal truly be achievable? I expected observation and notation from those living here now, not for them to throw themselves into interactions with such expediency. I believe their plan to be more complex and further in motion than they have otherwise indicated, but they would know that such a display today would clue the rest of us in on whatever it may be.

So why still choose to proceed? Is their goal so important it matters not who knows anymore? Or do they believe us unable to do anything about it given how remote and cut off our location? I cannot be certain, but I do know that there is something I do not know.

And I intend to find it out.

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Fintan had touched one of the monsters? That was months before Sophie and her friends had run away from the Underground and found they could co-exist. And the only reason they’d been able to do so, though they didn’t know it at the time, was because they were part monster themselves.

So how did Fintan do it?

She could envision the clearing in her mind with perfect detail, had looked around the place a little when waking up beside Wylie. Fintan Pyren, an elf, had stood there and touched a monster without it tearing him to shreds.

It didn’t make any sense. It didn’t match any of the things she knew about that time.

Was he a monster, too? Was he like her and her friends? She’d seen his back, had seen the scars and marrs and cracks and stumps, had seen the wings that had never grown. The gnome had mentioned patchy skin on his arm, but when she’d seen Fintan it had spread a significantly further than just an arm. Was more hidden beneath his shirt that the gnome couldn’t see?

What kind of observation involved touching a monster? What kinds of tests were they performing?

What had Fintan done in that clearing?

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Day 43:

It is a good thing there is no one else reading these notes, for they would not believe what I am about to write. It is as unbelievable as it was to be found in the forest despite our isolating and for them to bring Fintan Pyren here, to a gnomish settlement.

Everything seems to center around him now. Whatever he has planned, this Murad, for I have finally learned his name, it has everything to do with Fintan Pyren. I can see them talking in quiet voices, though I know not of what. Perhaps it is in one of those conversations that they came to the conclusion to try what they have today.

Never before have I locked my door, for it doesn’t even have a lock, but today I moved a chair in front of it as some measure of defense, for he has brought an animal into the village.

Not just any animal, but one of the affected. A part of me is shamed by my fear and desire to stay away from it, for I pride myself on an open nature and respect for those suffering. But a louder part of me recognizes that these animals are not well and cannot be trusted to be safe. I fear for those who tread near them, as cautious as they are, it takes no time at all to end a life, and while we may be returned to the earth and flourish as we take on the change, we have no desire to do so prematurely. I fear especially for that girl, though I haven’t spoken with her. She is brash and bold enough I have no doubt she’d approach the animal.

It is the same animal he touched a few days before, the one we have seen him return to. This one seems to be a trial run to see if whatever they are attempting will be successful. They have not shared the extent of their plans with us, only asked for space in which to work near to the forest. Those they’ve brought with them trade with us amicable smiles and polite waves, trying to stay out of our way as much as we try to stay out of theirs.

But overlap is inevitable. We see their descent to the forest floor and we see him reach out to touch the same animal again and again, as though centuries of domestication have taken place in days.

When he returns we sometimes cross paths and I can see the thick sheen of sweat on Fintan Pyren’s brow that he wipes away. I can see the skin on his arm has grown more discolored, and patchy, and it appears he has been scratching at it for a great many lines run over the area. Whatever he is doing requires a great deal of energy on his part, and I do not know if it is sustainable.

For the sake of all of us, I hope, for once, that he is successful.

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Day 47:

There is another now. Completely distinct from the first, this new creature is instead covered in fur rather than bald skin, and about half the size. Its head still goes up to the height of an elf, but it is still smaller. This one, too, was brought up by Fintan Pyren.

Is he domesticating them? I cannot tell, but I can think of no other explanation. And yet such a process should not be so quick, especially after the history of violence and uncontrollability we have witnessed. The Ruewens would not have left their pastures so frightfully if there was such an obvious solution. I may not have ever met the pair myself, but I hear others speak of how committed they are, the care they give those under their jurisdiction. They would not have left unless every other option had been exhausted, so Fintan Pyren must be doing something unknown to the other elves.

I will figure it out, but it proves to be difficult. There is no sign of anything physical when I cross paths with him. He has no device with him, no restraints or treats for the animals the way I’ve seen other rowdy animals dealt with. It is just him alone in that clearing, all the people now living here assembling to watch and take notes. The child moves closer to the edge of the bridge each time and I fear one day she will walk right off. He must relish the attention.

Some trick of the mind it must be, some variation of an elven talent. That is the theory I am currently working with to explain how nothing changes, similar to how some elves read minds and emotions. No one else can see anything transpire, and yet something happens. The comparison seems too similar to be dismissed, but there are aspects that don’t quite fit.

He is a pyrokinetic, as they call them. With his dangerous command of flames, there should be nothing else he is capable of. I myself haven’t spent very long around elves, but our species are so interwoven I cannot help but know a few things. One of those things is that elves do not have more than one ability. Exceptions to this are incredibly rare and appear only alongside a specific second ability. The only exception to this exception to the rule is the moonlark, who I’ve only heard stories about. They say she has more than she knows what to do with, but that it is the result of interference with nature. Even then, she was a child when she gained her additional abilities.

Fintan Pyren is not a child. He should be far outside the age range for gaining more, and even if he had a second, it would not be whatever it is he is doing now. This is something entirely new.

But there is something my mind keeps focusing on. If the moonlark was able to defy so many expectations and rules of her species because of the changes made to her, what is keeping Fintan Pyren from attempting the same?

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Sophie’s stomach dropped, her tongue turning sour and thick as she stared at the words, at the entry, at the implications. The thought of being compared to Fintan Pyren…they were nothing alike, was what she wanted to say, to scream at this gnome who didn’t even know her.

This gnome had only heard of her, who were they to say Fintan was anything like her?

But then a pained face floated into her mind, tears dried on his face as she told him that it was exactly that that made villains so scary. Because they were more like us than we ever wanted them to be.

Having to acknowledge that everyone was in the grey area, that you couldn’t just label someone as black or white because you wanted to. Everything was complicated; you couldn’t escape that.

And the gnome wasn’t even saying that she and Fintan were doing the same things, and that’s what mattress: her actions. They were theorizing that the way Fintan was interacting with the monsters could’ve been a new ability, and that maybe the way he could have another was if he was genetically different like her.

But…that didn’t make any sense.

All of her extra abilities had been a part of her from the beginning, even if she hadn’t manifested them yet. She couldn’t just add another to suit her needs. Everything was already determined by her genetics, even if they were altered.

Fintan couldn’t just pick up another ability; they didn’t work like that. The gnome’s theory held weight for someone who wouldn’t know everything about weird extra abilities, but Sophie knew more than almost everyone with all her experience.

You couldn’t give yourself a new one.

So then the question was…what was Fintan doing with those animals? Being able to approach them, to make them docile, enough that he brought them into the village?

She’d never seen anything like that before.

Wait.

She’d never seen anything like that.

She’d never seen Fintan in control of any of the creatures, had never seen them docile enough near him that he could touch them. The only ones she’d ever seen him close to without attacking it was Phoenix’s monster, who listened to Phoenix, and Marella’s dragon, which had been gravely injured at the time.

How had he gone from touching them to never being near them?

A horrible, horrible feeling settled itself in the back of her mind. He hadn’t shown any sign of being able to control them now…but if he once had…

“You’re making a face and it is not a good face,” Tam said out of nowhere, sudden enough that she flinched as she turned to look at him. She could see as he registered her expression, whatever it was making the scrunched up look on his face fade away as his heart rate picked up, paling as he leaned forward, about to say something when Wylie beat him to it.

“What happened?”

Sophie swallowed, mouth dry. “I think I figured out how the village died.”

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Day 51:

The nighttime noises have returned. They had quieted for days, growing lesser and lesser each night since Fintan Pyren first stood in that clearing until they disappeared entirely. As the moon illuminated our little village in the trees, you could hear the sounds of the birds, the hushed whisper of wind in the trees, hear the songs of the flower petals as they fell to the forest floor.

Those peaceful nights are no more.

Now there are howls and groaning, the trees shaking as claws are dragged through the bark. I fear to look over the edge, lest I scare myself out of my mind, but I cannot stand not knowing even more. So this night I peered down in the darkness; it was hard to make out in the shadows, but the animals from the forest seem to be anxious, moving about and with more fanfare than they have before.

Fintan Pyren stirs and turns in his sleep, enough that I can hear it through the walls as I walk by, his incessant muttering and shaking breaths unsettling enough I always walk faster when I’m near.

I do not like to be close to him, but I cannot deny that in order to learn anything that is going on I must observe him. His companion, Murad, proves to be unhelpful. His face is in a constant state of passivity; I believe there to be nothing on this earth that can inspire a genuine expression from him. He only watches, speaks in hushed tones, and makes notes.

It is as though whatever he is doing has taken up so much of his attention and is so important that he cannot spare the time to experience anything else. The smiles and laughter I overhear sound too loud, as though they have escaped him in a moment of weakness as he loses his careful manner. I fear whatever he has endured to make him so scrupulous with his presentation.

Entirely the opposite is Fintan Pyren. More than restless sleep, he has fallen out of his careful aloofness. Perhaps Murad has stolen it from him. No more does he walk through the village as though he is full of secrets and revelry. There are no more quiet smiles and amused reactions when he sees the faces we make when he is near.

Now it is as though he has no consideration for anything but making it through the day. He walks stiffly, and when he thinks no one is looking, because no one ever notices my attention, he pauses and sways where he stands. His fingers tighten on the railings as he pushes himself forward, acting as though he is making his last stand at each moment.

All color has faded from his skin, and even now his clothing is not enough to hide whatever is the matter. The scratches he inflicts upon himself and the dry discoloration have spread out of his sleeves, out of the top of his collar. No one says a word but everyone has seen; we all wonder what, exactly, is wrong with him.

Ah. Pardon the ink smear on the page. I flinched at a particularly close howl in the night. I feel as though these animals want something, so strange is their behavior. But there is nothing that I can do about it. I know not what they want or how to keep them under control.

If they even are still under control.

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Day 53:

I am a fool for writing at a time like this. I should be running. I should escape. But there is nowhere to escape to. I know not where to go nor how I would do so.

They are screaming just outside the door. I have hidden myself in the corner beside the bed, hoping that if I crouch small enough I will go unnoticed and overlooked. It is a space small enough that I didn’t even know it was here when I rushed through the door.

He has lost control. He has lost control and now the animals are here.

They learned how to climb on their own.

The noises grew and grew each night and when the sun set on this day Fintan Pyren finally collapsed. His skin clammy as his eyes rolled back, patchy skin on display, broken and cracked, whatever attempt he was making at saving the world to make it his own falling into pieces.

Maybe I’m remembering wrong. Maybe the he panic of the moment makes the memory different in my mind. But I could’ve sworn the thud of his body hitting the ground made the animals all laugh. For it was in the same instant that his head hit the wood that the howls and monstrous screams began.

And then chaos.

They came from the edges of the village, all descending towards the center, all towards Fintan Pyren. There was no reason, no calm, nothing but blood lust in their eyes. Death and rebirth is the way of nature but this was not natural. This was uncontrolled violence.

I fled. I turned and ran as the screams grew, trying to tell those I passed to do the same, to find somewhere safe.

Nowhere is safe. Even the scratch of my pen against the paper is dangerous. What if they hear it? But how could they with all the commotion outside.

I keep writing because I don’t know what else to do. What is there left to say?

Fintan Pyren collapsed and I haven’t a clue where Murad is and there are creatures tearing the village apart. Tearing my friends apart.

It is oh so easy to say that we should not have agreed to help them. That of course it would end in ruin. But I cannot help but be proud of my people for making the choice to try and help these animals, even at this expense.

We tried. We failed. But we tried.

Oh. I can hear a voice above all the others. It’s that little girl, the one with the bright curls. She’s calling out. I must find her. I must help her.

I will make note if I can so we are remembered.

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Sophie’s fingers trembled as she skimmed her fingers over the page, afraid to turn it. If there was no addition, no continuation, then she’d just read this gnome’s last words. But if there was more, then that gnome had been subjected to more, to worse.

She turned the page.

There was a final note, but in entirely different handwriting.

If you are reading this, do not let Murad know that you have found it.

She recognized that handwriting. It was the same as the note she’d washed down the drain from Fintan Pyren.

Next to it was a small, shaky little bee drawn, bulbous and soft, quite similar to a certain stuffed animal she’d found alongside this diary. And she knew exactly who had drawn it.

Phoenix.

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Tips for a Smooth Bathtub to Shower Conversion in Long Island

Are you considering bathtub to shower conversion in Long Island? Perhaps you're looking to revamp your bathroom with a bathroom remodel Long Island, or maybe you're just ready to bid farewell to your old bathtub and embrace the convenience of a shower. Whatever your reason, converting your bathtub to a shower can breathe new life into your bathroom space and enhance its functionality. However, embarking on such a project requires careful planning and execution to ensure a smooth transition.

Here are some tips to guide you through the process:

Plan Ahead: Before diving into the bathtub to shower conversion in Long Island, take the time to plan out every aspect of the project. Consider factors such as the layout of your bathroom, the size of the new shower, and any additional features you want to incorporate, such as built-in shelving or seating.

Set a Budget: Establishing a clear budget from the outset will help you stay on track and avoid overspending. Factor in expenses such as materials, labor, permits, and any unexpected costs that may arise during the bathroom remodel Long Island.

Choose the Right Contractor: Finding a reputable contractor with experience in bathtub surround remodel in Long Island is crucial for ensuring a successful conversion. Look for professionals who are licensed, insured, and have positive reviews from previous clients. Don't hesitate to ask for references and examples of their past work.

Select Quality Materials: When selecting materials for your new shower, opt for quality products that are durable and water-resistant. This includes choosing a sturdy shower base, durable tiles or wall panel for the surround, and high-quality fixtures such as faucets and showerheads.

Consider Accessibility: If you plan to age in place or have family members with mobility issues, consider incorporating accessibility features into your new shower design. This may include installing grab bars, a bench or seat, and a low-threshold entry for easy access.

Maximize Space: In smaller bathrooms, maximizing space is essential. Consider opting for a corner shower or a compact design to make the most of the available square footage. Additionally, using glass doors or a frameless enclosure can help create the illusion of more space.

Ensure Proper Ventilation: Proper ventilation is essential in any bathroom to prevent mold and mildew growth. Make sure your new shower is equipped with a ventilation fan or window to allow for adequate airflow and moisture removal.

Pay Attention to Details: The details can make all the difference in the outcome of your bathtub to shower conversion in Long Island. Pay attention to finishing touches such as grout lines, caulking, and hardware finishes to ensure a polished look that enhances the overall aesthetic of your bathroom.

Communicate Clearly: Effective communication with your contractor is key to a successful project. Clearly communicate your expectations, preferences, and any concerns you may have throughout the bathroom remodel Long Island process to ensure everything goes smoothly.

Be Prepared for Disruptions: Finally, it's essential to be prepared for some disruptions during the bathtub surround remodel in Long Island. Depending on the scope of the project, you may need to temporarily relocate to another bathroom or make alternative bathing arrangements while the work is being completed.

By following these tips, you can ensure a smooth and successful bathtub to shower conversion in Long Island. With careful planning, quality materials, and the right contractor, you can transform your old bathtub into a stylish and functional shower that enhances the beauty and value of your home.

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Seamless Integration: Stylish Litter Box Enclosures for Your Home

For cat owners, maintaining a clean and odor-free litter box area while seamlessly integrating it into their home décor can be a challenging task. Traditional litter boxes often stand out as unsightly eyesores, disrupting the aesthetic harmony of living spaces. However, with the rise of innovative litter box enclosures, cat owners now have stylish solutions that not only conceal litter boxes but also enhance the overall look of their homes. In this article, we'll explore the concept of seamless integration with stylish litter box enclosures, their benefits, and how they can transform your home into a chic and pet-friendly space.

The Challenge of Traditional Litter Boxes

Traditional litter boxes are typically plastic containers that serve their purpose but lack aesthetic appeal. They can be difficult to incorporate into home décor, often ending up tucked away in corners or hidden in closets. Additionally, traditional litter boxes can contribute to odor issues, especially in smaller living spaces, and require frequent cleaning to maintain cleanliness.

Introducing Stylish Litter Box Enclosures

Stylish litter box enclosures offer a modern and sophisticated solution to the challenges posed by traditional litter boxes. These innovative pieces of furniture are designed to conceal litter boxes while blending seamlessly into home décor. With their sleek designs, durable materials, and thoughtful features, litter box enclosures provide cats with a private and inviting space to do their business while maintaining the aesthetic harmony of living spaces.

Benefits of Stylish Litter Box Enclosures

Aesthetic Appeal: Stylish litter box enclosures are designed to complement various home décor styles, from contemporary to traditional. They come in a variety of finishes, colors, and materials, allowing cat owners to find the perfect match for their interior design preferences.

Space-Saving: Many litter box enclosures are designed to maximize space efficiency, making them ideal for small apartments or homes with limited square footage. By integrating the litter box into functional furniture pieces, these solutions help reclaim valuable floor space and maintain a clutter-free environment.

Odor Control: Litter box enclosures often feature built-in ventilation systems or odor-absorbing materials to help control unpleasant smells associated with litter boxes. By containing odors within the enclosure, these solutions contribute to a fresher and more inviting home environment.

Privacy for Cats: Cats are naturally inclined to seek privacy when using the litter box. Stylish litter box enclosures provide cats with a secluded space to do their business, helping reduce stress and anxiety associated with using an exposed litter box.

Easy Maintenance: Many litter box enclosures are designed with convenience in mind, featuring removable panels or access doors that make it easy to clean and maintain the litter box. This simplifies the chore of litter box maintenance for cat owners.

Popular Styles of Stylish Litter Box Enclosures

Cabinet-Style Enclosures: Cabinet-style litter box enclosures resemble traditional storage cabinets but are specially designed to accommodate litter boxes. They often feature multiple entry points and ventilation panels for odor control.

Bench-Style Enclosures: Bench-style litter box enclosures double as seating or storage benches, with the litter box concealed inside the bench structure. They offer a multi-functional solution for cat owners looking to maximize space in their homes.

Table-Style Enclosures: Table-style litter box enclosures feature a tabletop surface with the litter box hidden underneath. They provide a discreet and stylish way to incorporate the litter box into living spaces without sacrificing aesthetics.

Modular Enclosures: Modular litter box enclosures allow cat owners to customize their litter box setup to suit their specific needs and preferences. These modular systems can be configured in various ways to fit different spaces and accommodate multiple cats.

Choosing the Right Stylish Litter Box Enclosure

When selecting a stylish litter box enclosure for your home, consider the following factors to ensure the best fit:

Size: Choose an enclosure that can comfortably accommodate your cat's litter box while leaving enough space for them to enter and exit easily.

Design: Select an enclosure that complements your home décor and reflects your personal style. Consider factors such as material, color, and finish to ensure a seamless integration with your existing furnishings.

Functionality: Evaluate the functionality of the enclosure, including features such as odor control mechanisms, ventilation systems, and ease of cleaning.

Accessibility: Ensure that the enclosure provides convenient access to the litter box for both you and your cat. Look for features such as removable panels or access doors that make it easy to clean and maintain the litter box.

Durability: Choose a high-quality enclosure made from durable materials that can withstand regular use and provide long-lasting performance.

Conclusion: Elevate Your Home with Stylish Litter Box Enclosures

In conclusion, stylish litter box enclosures offer a practical and aesthetically pleasing solution to the challenges posed by traditional litter boxes. With their sleek designs, space-saving features, and odor control mechanisms, these innovative solutions seamlessly integrate into home décor while providing cats with a private and comfortable space to do their business. Whether you prefer a cabinet-style, bench-style, table-style, or modular enclosure, there's a stylish litter box solution to suit your needs and enhance the overall look of your home.

At litter box furniture, we understand the importance of creating a harmonious living environment for both pets and their owners, which is why we offer a curated selection of stylish litter box enclosures designed to meet the needs of modern cat owners. Explore our collection today and elevate your home with our innovative litter box furniture options.

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Top 10 Shower Enclosures for Modern Indian Bathrooms

In bathroom design, shower enclosures have emerged as indispensable features, not only for their functionality but also for their aesthetic appeal. Especially in modern Indian homes, where space constraints often dictate design choices, the shower enclosure becomes a key element in optimising space while enhancing the overall ambience of the bathroom. Here, we list the top 10 shower enclosures that blend seamlessly with the contemporary Indian bathroom style.

Frameless Glass Enclosures: Sleek and elegant, frameless glass enclosures offer a minimalist look that complements any modern bathroom design. Their clean lines and transparent panels create a sense of spaciousness, making them perfect for compact Indian bathrooms.

Sliding Door Enclosures: For bathrooms with limited space, sliding door enclosures maximize functionality without compromising style. Their smooth sliding mechanism ensures easy access while conserving space, making them popular among Indian homeowners.

Corner Enclosures: Designed to fit snugly into corners, these enclosures are perfect for optimizing space in small bathrooms. Available in various configurations, such as quadrant and neo-angle, they provide a stylish solution for making the most of every inch of available space.

Framed Glass Enclosures: Offering a blend of durability and style, framed glass enclosures feature aluminum or stainless steel frames that add a touch of sophistication to the bathroom decor. They come in a variety of finishes to match any design scheme..

Walk-In Enclosures: With their seamless transition from the rest of the bathroom, walk-in enclosures exude luxury and modernity. Their open design creates a spa-like atmosphere, making them popular for upscale Indian bathrooms.

Steam Shower Enclosures: Incorporating both a shower and a steam generator, these enclosures provide the ultimate relaxation experience. Perfect for unwinding after a long day, they offer the benefits of steam therapy in the comfort of your own home.

Curved Glass Enclosures: Adding a touch of elegance to any bathroom, curved glass enclosures create a visually striking focal point. Their curved panels enhance aesthetics and maximize space utilization, making them a practical choice for Indian bathrooms.

Pivot Door Enclosures: Featuring a pivoting door mechanism, these enclosures offer easy access and a seamless entry-exit experience. Their versatile design makes them suitable for bathrooms of all sizes, providing a perfect balance of functionality and style.

Tinted Glass Enclosures: For added privacy and style, tinted glass enclosures offer a unique solution. Available in shades, from subtle to bold, they allow homeowners to personalize their bathroom space according to their preferences.

Custom Enclosures: For those with specific design requirements, custom-made shower enclosures offer endless possibilities. From size and shape to materials and finishes, customization allows homeowners to create a one-of-a-kind shower enclosure that perfectly complements their modern Indian bathroom

In conclusion, in modern Indian bathrooms, the shower enclosure plays a pivotal role in defining both form and function. Whether you prioritize space optimization, style, or relaxation, many options are available to suit every need and preference. By choosing one of these top 10 shower enclosures, you can elevate your bathroom to new heights of sophistication and luxury, transforming it into a sanctuary of comfort and style.

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Magnetic Door Seals: The Ultimate Solution for Water Escaping in Shower Doors

Shower doors are a modern and elegant addition to any bathroom, providing a sleek look and a functional barrier. However, one common issue that many face with shower doors is water escaping, leading to potential slip hazards and water damage. This is where Magnetic Shower Door Seal Strips come to the rescue. 

Let’s we delve into the world of magnetic door seals, specifically focusing on the innovative range offered by GoldRays.

Pioneering Shower Seal Solutions

GoldRays, a leading manufacturer based in China, has emerged as an industry giant, specializing in shower seals and gaskets for shower doors, glass doors, and windows. With a remarkable track record spanning over 15 years, we have mastered the art of delivering top-notch quality while maintaining competitive prices. 

Among our exceptional product lineup, our Magnetic Door Seal Strips stand out as a game-changer in the realm of water leakage prevention.

Unveiling Magnetic Shower Door Seal Strips

The Versatile Application

Our Magnetic Door Seal Strips are ingeniously designed co-extruded strips, meticulously crafted for 90, 135, or 180 degree glass-to-glass door closure applications. These seals serve as an impenetrable shield against water escaping, ensuring a dry and safe showering experience. Whether you have straight or curved shower doors, these seals work harmoniously, effortlessly pushing into the edges of the doors, guaranteeing a snug fit.

Superior Composition

Crafted from high-quality translucent PVC, the seal strips boast black or white magnet profiles that not only ensure a secure closure but also seamlessly blend with the aesthetics of your shower space. The attention to detail in the construction of these seals is evident in our performance, which goes above and beyond industry standards.

Universality in Design

Our commitment to versatility shines through as these Magnetic Door Seal Strips are compatible with various types of shower enclosures. Whether you have a square, sliding, or corner entry type shower enclosure, these seals accommodate different glass thicknesses, catering to a wide range of needs.

Unmatched Functionality and Benefits

Effective Water Containment

The primary purpose of our magnetic door seals is to prevent water leakage. The strong magnetic attraction between the seal strips ensures a tight and secure closure, leaving no room for water to escape. This not only keeps your bathroom floor dry but also minimizes the risk of slips and falls.

Air Infiltration Prevention

Beyond water containment, these magnetic seals contribute to energy efficiency by preventing air infiltration. The snug fit achieved by the magnetic attraction enhances insulation, helping to maintain the desired temperature within the shower area.

Cushioning Impact

The magnetic door seals also serve as a cushioning barrier, reducing the impact when the shower doors are closed. This gentle cushioning not only prolongs the life of your shower doors but also adds a touch of luxury to the overall showering experience.

Durability and Transparency

Our commitment to quality shines through in the durability and transparency of our seal strips. These seals are built to withstand the test of time, retaining our functionality and appearance even after prolonged use. The transparency of the PVC material ensures that the elegance of your shower doors remains unobscured.

Choosing GoldRays for Your Shower Seal Needs

When it comes to investing in products that enhance your shower experience, we prove to be a frontrunner. With our extensive experience, commitment to quality, and innovative designs, we offer a range of magnetic door seal strips that not only prevent water leakage but also elevate the overall functionality and aesthetics of your shower space.

In the world of shower doors, the battle against water leakage is a constant struggle. Our Magnetic Door Seal Strips emerge as a triumphant solution, offering an unmatched combination of functionality, durability, and aesthetic appeal. 

These seals not only prevent water from escaping but also contribute to energy efficiency and provide a cushioned closure. When it comes to shower seal solutions, we set a new standard, ensuring your shower experience is both luxurious and worry-free.

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Easy Clean Shower Enclosures UK

When it comes to bathroom maintenance, keeping your shower enclosure clean can be a real challenge. However, with the right choice of shower enclosures, you can significantly simplify the cleaning process. In this article, we will explore the benefits of easy clean shower enclosures in the UK and how they can save you time and effort in maintaining a sparkling bathroom. Say goodbye to the hassle of scrubbing and say hello to a more convenient and enjoyable showering experience.

Understanding the Concept of Easy Clean Shower Enclosures

What are Easy Clean Shower Enclosures?

Easy clean shower enclosures are specifically designed to reduce the effort required for cleaning. These enclosures are made of advanced materials and incorporate innovative features that prevent the buildup of dirt, soap scum, and limescale. The unique design ensures that water and other contaminants slide off the surface easily, leaving your shower enclosure looking fresh and clean after every use.

Why Choose Easy Clean Shower Enclosures?

Save Time and Effort

With easy clean shower enclosures uk, you can say goodbye to spending hours scrubbing your bathroom. The minimal maintenance required means you can spend more time enjoying your shower and less time cleaning.

Prolonged Durability

The advanced materials used in easy clean enclosures not only make cleaning a breeze but also contribute to their overall durability. These enclosures are built to withstand the test of time, making them a long-term investment for your bathroom.

Enhanced Aesthetics

A clean and well-maintained shower enclosure can instantly elevate the overall aesthetics of your bathroom. With easy clean enclosures, you can effortlessly maintain a pristine appearance, adding to the visual appeal of your space.

Types of Easy Clean Shower Enclosures

Frameless Glass Shower Enclosures

Frameless glass enclosures are a popular choice for modern bathrooms. They offer a sleek and minimalist look, making the bathroom appear more spacious. The absence of frames reduces the number of crevices where dirt can accumulate, making cleaning a breeze.

Sliding Door Enclosures

Sliding door enclosures are a practical option for bathrooms with limited space. The sliding mechanism ensures smooth operation, and the easy clean features prevent soap and water stains on the doors and tracks.

Pivot Door Enclosures

Pivot door enclosures are a classic choice that combines style and functionality. They provide a wider entry space, making it easier to access the shower area. The easy clean coatings on pivot doors keep them looking crystal clear with minimal effort.

Quadrant Enclosures

Quadrant enclosures are designed for corner installations, optimizing space in smaller bathrooms. The curved design not only adds elegance but also makes cleaning hassle-free.

Tips for Cleaning Easy Clean Shower Enclosures

Use Mild Cleaners

Avoid using abrasive or harsh chemical cleaners on your easy clean shower enclosure, as they can damage the special coatings. Instead, opt for mild cleaners or natural solutions like vinegar and water.

Regular Maintenance

Though easy clean enclosures require less frequent cleaning, it's essential to perform regular maintenance to prevent any buildup. A quick wipe down with a soft cloth after every use can go a long way in keeping your shower enclosure spotless.

Squeegee after Showering

To maintain the pristine look of your easy clean enclosure, consider using a squeegee to remove excess water and prevent water spots from forming.

Choosing the Right Easy Clean Shower Enclosure

Measure Your Space

Before purchasing an easy clean shower enclosure, measure your bathroom space to ensure a perfect fit. Consider the layout and available dimensions to choose the best-suited type and size.

Material Quality

Invest in high-quality materials to ensure the longevity of your shower enclosure. Quality materials will also enhance the effectiveness of the easy clean features.

Seek Professional Advice

If you're unsure about the best choice for your bathroom, consult with a professional bathroom designer or retailer. They can provide valuable insights and help you make an informed decision.

Conclusion

Easy clean shower enclosures have revolutionized bathroom maintenance, offering a convenient and time-saving solution for homeowners in the UK. With their sleek designs, durable materials, and effortless cleaning features, they make keeping your bathroom sparkling a breeze. Invest in an easy clean shower enclosure and say goodbye to the drudgery of cleaning, making your daily shower routine a delightful experience.

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Creating a Corner Entry Enclosure: A Guide to Unlocking Space

Are you looking for ways to maximize the use of space in your home or office? Corner entry enclosures are the perfect solution to this common problem. With the help of this guide, you’ll be able to easily create a corner entry enclosure that will help you make the most of your space. We’ll go over the materials you’ll need, the steps you’ll need to take, and some tips for getting the most out of your new enclosure. So, let’s get started and make the most of your space with a corner entry enclosure!

Table of Contents: I. Introduction II. Materials III. Steps IV. Tips V. Conclusion

I. Introduction: Corner entry enclosures are the perfect way to maximize the use of space in your home or office. They are designed to fit snugly in the corner of a room, allowing you to open up more space for whatever purpose you desire. Whether you’re looking to create a workspace, an entertainment area, or just a cozy corner to relax in, corner entry enclosures can help you make the most of your space.

II. Materials: When it comes to creating a corner entry enclosure, you’ll need to gather the right materials. You’ll need a few pieces of wood, some nails or screws, and some weather sealant. The type of wood you use is up to you, but it’s important to make sure it’s durable and weatherproof. You’ll also need a saw, a drill, and some basic tools like a hammer and screwdriver.

III. Steps: Now that you have the materials you need, it’s time to get started! The first step is to measure the corner you’ll be working with. This will help you decide on the size of the enclosure you’ll need to create. Once you have your measurements, you can begin cutting the wood for the walls and floor of the enclosure. Make sure that all the pieces fit together snugly and that there are no gaps or cracks.

Once the pieces are cut, you can start to assemble the enclosure. Start by attaching the walls to the floor, making sure that they are secure and level. Once the walls are in place, you can start to add the door and windows, if desired. Make sure that they are properly sealed and secured before moving on to the next step.

IV. Tips: When it comes to creating a corner entry enclosure, there are a few tips to keep in mind. First, make sure that your walls are securely attached to the floor, using nails or screws. This will ensure that your enclosure is stable and secure. Second, make sure that all the pieces of wood fit together snugly and that there are no gaps or cracks. Finally, make sure to use weather sealant on all the joints and openings, to keep out the elements.

V. Conclusion: Creating a corner entry enclosure is a great way to make the most of your space. With the right materials and a bit of creativity, you can easily create a custom enclosure that will fit perfectly into the corner of your room. Keep these tips in mind and you’ll be on your way to unlocking the full potential of your space.

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