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Why the Uniflame Fire Pit is a Must-Have for Your Backyard

Enhancing your outdoor space with a fire pit can transform your backyard into a cosy, inviting retreat. A fire pit is a multifunctional and aesthetically pleasing addition to any outdoor space, allowing one to enjoy chilly evenings with family or host social gatherings with friends. However, with various options available, choosing the right fire pit can be overwhelming. In this article, we'll explore the different fire pits, including rectangular firepits, circular firepits, round firepit tables, and the Uniflame fire pit. By the end, you'll clearly understand which fire pit suits your space and lifestyle.

Exploring Different Types of Fire Pits

Fire pits are available in a variety of shapes, sizes, and styles, each offering distinct advantages. Understanding these options thoroughly will enable you to make a knowledgeable choice that aligns with your external circumstances and personal preferences.   

Rectangle Fire Pits

Rectangle fire pits are famous for those seeking a modern and sleek design. Their elongated shape makes them ideal for larger outdoor spaces, providing a focal point that can accommodate more people around the fire. The rectangular design is particularly well-suited for patios, decks, and open yard areas, which can be placed against a wall or as a centrepiece.

One key advantage of rectangle fire pits is their versatility. They can be constructed from various materials, including stone, metal, and concrete, allowing you to customise the look to match your outdoor décor. Additionally, many rectangle fire pits have features such as built-in seating or ledges, enhancing functionality and aesthetics.

A rectangular fire pit could be the perfect addition to a contemporary outdoor living area. Its clean lines and ample space make it ideal for entertaining, offering plenty of room for guests to gather and enjoy the warmth.

Circular Firepit

A circular firepit is an excellent choice for those who prefer a more traditional look. Its round shape creates a natural gathering spot, encouraging conversation and interaction. This style is ideal for slightly moderate-sized locations, as it can effortlessly integrate into different outdoor arrangements without overpowering the area.

A circular firepit can be constructed from various materials, including brick, stone, and metal, allowing customisation to suit your aesthetic preferences. A circular firepit can be adapted to match your vision, whether you're aiming for a rustic, natural look or a more polished, modern feel.

Specialty Fire Pits for Added Functionality

In addition to standard fire pits, speciality options like the round firepit table, and Uniflame fire pit offer unique features that can enhance your outdoor experience.

Round Firepit Table

A round firepit table combines the warmth of a traditional fire pit with the functionality of a table, making it a versatile addition to any outdoor space. The design features a fire pit in the centre, surrounded by a table surface where guests can place drinks, snacks, or other items. This dual-purpose design is perfect for entertaining, providing both a heat source and a convenient tabletop.

Round firepit tables are available in various styles, from rustic wood to sleek metal, allowing you to choose one that complements your outdoor décor. According to personal taste, these devices can be powered by either wood or gas. Additionally, numerous models include features like adjustable flame controls and protective covers.

The main advantage of a round firepit table is its practicality. It is a focal point for social gatherings, providing a warm and inviting space for guests to relax and enjoy the outdoors. When planning a dinner party or informal meeting, incorporating a round firepit table into your outside space will boost its visual appeal and functionality.  

Uniflame Fire Pit

The Uniflame Fire Pit is known for its quality, durability, and stylish designs. These fire pits are often portable, making them an excellent choice for those who want flexibility in their outdoor space. If you wish to move the fire pit around your yard or take it on a camping trip, the Uniflame fire pit offers the convenience and portability you need.

If you're looking for a reliable and stylish fire pit that can be used in various settings, the Uniflame fire pit is an excellent option. Its portability, safety features, and design options make it a popular choice for outdoor enthusiasts.

How to Choose the Right Fire Pit for Your Space

Given the abundance of choices, selecting the appropriate fire pit for your outdoor area can be daunting. Here are some factors to consider:

Space and Layout

Consider the size of your outdoor area and how the fire pit will fit into the layout. Rectangle fire pits are ideal for larger spaces, while a circular firepit may be better suited for smaller areas.

Usage

Think about how you plan to use the fire pit. A round firepit table might be the best choice if you enjoy hosting gatherings. If you need something portable, consider a Uniflame fire pit.

Aesthetic Preferences

Choose a design that complements your outdoor décor. Whether you prefer the modern look of a rectangular firepit or the classic appeal of a circular firepit, there's a style that will match your taste.

Fuel Type

Decide whether you prefer a wood-burning fire pit for a traditional experience or a gas-powered one for convenience. Both options are available in rectangle fire pits, circular firepits, and round firepit tables.

Safety Features

Look for fire pits with safety features like spark guards, sturdy construction, and easy-to-use controls. The Uniflame fire pit is known for its emphasis on safety, making it a reliable choice.

Conclusion

A fire pit is more than just a source of warmth; it's a centrepiece that can enhance your outdoor living space. Whether you're drawn to the sleek design of a rectangle fire pit, the timeless appeal of a circular firepit, the multifunctionality of a round firepit table, or the portability of a Uniflame fire pit, there's a fire pit out there that will meet your needs. When you choose the right fire pit, please take the time to consider your space, usage, and personal preferences. 

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Denver Patio Fire Pit Example of a large trendy backyard concrete paver patio design with a fire pit and no cover

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Asian Landscape - Fire Pit An example of a small asian courtyard stone landscaping with a fire pit in spring.

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Detroit Pergola

Inspiration for a timeless backyard brick patio remodel with a fire pit and a pergola

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The Apprentice - Part 5 (NSFW)

Ohhh boy. This was a big one.

Warnings: Sex, p in v, romance, small angst, little fluff, mostly smut, barely proofred (it's 12:30am here right now, but plot was required to be written)

Word count: 6,888

Disclaimer: I do not speak Romanian, resources were googled. Iubițel is a men's term of endearment (meaning: sweetheart, lover and darling), Iubi is it's feminine counterpart, puișor is something like "dove" or "small animal", and draga mea is "my dear".

Part 4 here, Masterlist here.

As the wooden dock of Baratie began to bring itself within your sights; a warm, giddy smile drew itself onto your face. You had never seen its equal; a large floating restaurant in the middle of the ocean. The smells wafting from the building was enough to overcome your senses; sweets, savouries and a smoke-forward smell from an open firepit engulfing you in your approach.

You felt a hand creep along your upper forearm to rest itself atop your shoulder, prompting you to rise your gaze up to meet with the bearded jaw of your sword master. Your eyes upturned and your brows furrowed in anticipation, truly not knowing where these next few moments would take you.

Sensing your unease, Mihawk drew you into himself; cradling his arms around you and pulling you into his torso. You felt eclipsed by his warmth, his heat overwhelming you; prompting you to flitter your eyes shut against his bare chest beneath his lengthy overcoat. The small crossed blade felt warm to the touch as your chin fell towards the hilt at his neck; Mihawk’s chin rest atop your head as he brought his other arm to complete his embrace. You felt his lips possessively press themselves against your hair, his silken dark and cropped beard scraping lightly against your forehead as he completed the chaste caress.

Feeling overwhelmed by anticipation, you sighed out against his chest; almost feeling a similar sense falling from his own body in a more refined and controlled way. You felt drawn back to a moment from the very beginning of your ‘true apprenticeship’ beneath the mighty warlord as he held you now clasped into his chest: one such moment where he deemed you truly worthy to challenge him equipped with Yoru.

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A rough growl escaped from your lips; frustration fleeing as you launched yourself forward to strike another blow towards your sword master’s belly, only for him to successfully jolt forwards to meet your blade with his own.

“Come now, Apprentice,” he reprimanded you with a taunting sarcasm purring at you, “is that any way to behave?”

Your lips curled into a snarl as you flurried your balanced blade in a circular motion to break away yourself from his contact.

Eight hours. You had been at this for hours; eight of them, in fact. Dracule Mihawk was barely breaking a sweat as you continued to push yourself over the edge of exertion to chase the opportunity to land a single blow against his stance. The opportunity Mihawk had presented you was to disarm him only once, a single blow, and he would allow you to have a week off from his harsh training regimen.

He had you working hard for the past few weeks: training your body for him day in and day out. Your day would commence as soon as the rays of the dawn would break through the horizon line, to the setting sun would flee from the clouds; leaving hints of purple and teal within its departure. Your body was broken, was worn out, exhausted; yet you continued to push forward.

Skin cracked and littered with small, sharp, exact wounds; you attempted to sweep your legs forward in hopes of a break in swordplay would disarm your opponent. Your lengthy skirt flurried out, fanning at your ankles as you attempted to sweep his while dodging his large blade from impacting you further.

Graduating from duelling the small dagger hanging loosely from his neck was a mighty feat in and of itself. He finally deemed you worthy to be at the business end of Yoru, his extremely large sword towering over your perfectly proportioned one as you dodged an incoming thrust from him. He was aiming for your chest, prompting you to dodge while leaning away from him; arching your back and tilting your head to the side.

A small smirk pulled at his lips as he stepped into your oncoming attack, bringing his knee forward suddenly towards your ribcage. You gasped a whimper and completely dropped to your knees in a last ditch attempt to bring yourself away from his oncoming onslaught.

Your head hung low as your breaths hissed out exhausted puffs of air in an attempt to fill the overused lungs within the chasms of your chest. Your eyes prickled with frustrated tears. Exhaustion raked at you with its claws, a heavy weight baring down on you as you readied yourself for another well-timed and thought out insult falling from the lips of your boss.

In its stead, you heard footsteps circling your body, bringing themselves to the front of you. Your eyes met with the blackened leather boots of the mighty warlord who had taken you under his wing for training.

Feeling a small scratch against your throat, the blunt end of Yoru found its way to your chin while the piercing tip threatened to break through the skin of your throat. You gulped to rid yourself of the dryness within your mouth at the action, your tongue flicking out to dampen your dry lips from the prior overexertion.

“Eyes-,” he commanded you in a low taunt, feeling the cool edge of the mighty blade flick your chin to tilt your head towards him, “-on-,” his boots shuffled, his body falling closer to your own, “-me.”

You scrunched your nose up and furrowed your brows at him, before apprehensively bringing your gaze forward to meet his intense amber stare. You scowled at him through your eyelashes, your lips crawling upwards to bare your teeth at him in displeasure; a smirk rising to his own lips.

“There you are,” he taunted you, bringing himself closer; stooping his body down towards you. You broke your eyes away from his and off to the side, ashamed at yourself for failing to land no impact on his body over the past daily trial.

He clicked his tongue at you, disciplining you for your retreating gaze; “no, no, Apprentice. Let me see those eyes. Let me get a glimpse of your fury.”

You snapped your gaze back towards him, your chin still remaining collected above the flat end of the large sword. You arched your body upwards towards him, maintaining eye contact while pressing the sharpened edge further into your neck. Eyes darkening, you arched your back upwards; paying your skirt no heed as it blew within the wind beneath your knees on the ground.

“Good girl,” he smirked, tapping your chin once more before releasing it from the end of the blade and twirling it to the side of his body, “show passion in your mastery, and never relinquish your gaze in the face of defeat. Learn.”

You ignored the comment he made, alongside the chills that spring from your tailbone up your spine to collect itself tangibly at the follicles on your neck; prompting the hair to stand on edge at his condescending praise.

“You had but one task,” he taunted you, ushering you to rise to your feet with a curl of his index finger on his left hand, “you were to disarm me, and we would call it a day.”

You growled again through your clenched jaw, Mihawk chuckling at the reverberations presenting themselves from your chest.

”And we need to work on your noises, Apprentice,” he reprimanded you, “can’t have you whining like a braying Jennet in anticipation of being mounted by her overzealous Moke when you’re conquered.”

The shock of his comment attempted to break onto your face, relieving your skin from its permanent scowl; but fortunately your frown held its ground. His taunt made the fury rise further within your chest further as you readied yourself to respond to him.

You reclaimed the handle of your blade, rising to your feet swiftly at his latest challenge. His smirk broadened at the sight, almost giddy at your willingness to continue.

“My lord,” you commented once your breath returned to you, “I hope you’ll find-,” you rose your non-dominant hand up towards your waist, “-I don’t back away from a challenge so easily.”

“That remains to be seen, yes,” he confirmed with you, leaning back onto his bent leg in anticipation for your incoming attack, “but you do require discipline with the tones fleeing from your lips in combat. I hope to break you away from the habit.”

You huffed out an air of frustration while side-stepping him in a slow, calculated motion.

“I am your humble pupil, my lord,” you confirmed, a smirk rising to your lips as your fingertips found the tie of your skirt and began to tug on it, “and I think you’ll find that I know more than one way of disarming a man.”

At that comment, you released your waist from your lengthy skirt, brandishing it within your non-dominant hand and flourishing the material beside yourself while launching your blade towards him in the wake of his distraction. In nothing more than your tight training shirt and lingerie, you managed to brush your blade on the lefthand shoulder of the dark-haired, amber-eyed Dracule Mihawk; successfully landing a whisper of a disarming blow against him.

His eyes widened in shock as he raked his gaze over your exposed lower body before trailing them back up to meet with your gaze. He narrowed his eyes at you and stepped towards your body; placing Yoru firmly within the ground by sinking the blade into the hard soil and using his dominant hand to collect the wrist you were using to flurry the material within.

Baring his gaze down into your own, you couldn’t help the smug expression from drawing itself onto your cheeks at the knowledge that you had successfully disarmed your trainer with something as unexpected as utilising your skirt as a material shield while you struck him.

“Apprentice,” his tone warned you, prompting the smile to drop from your face at his reprimand. Your chest filled with anxiety at his disciplinary and authoritarian voice, feeling yourself cower away from him. He gripped your chin with his non-dominant hand and held you firmly, forcing your eyes to remain firmly fixated onto his own.

His lips curled into a warm smile, his voice softening; “that was incredibly clever.”

You gasped at his praise, feeling disarmed yourself at the softness he utilised within his tone and also how his hands felt as he held your wrist and your face within his calculated clutches.

“Well done,” he commended you with a humming tone, a smirk drawing itself to his face in place of the soft smile. He released your wrist and chin from within his clutches and turned away from you, making his way towards the mighty castle atop Kuraigana island and calling to you over his shoulder, “now come. I have a vintage for you to sample as a reward for your efforts.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and hung your head. You felt the tug of a small smile begin to rise upon your cheeks once more before the emotion halted at the warlord’s next words: “and do try to at least keep your skirt on for this next venture. I’d hate to see you come undone further in your training today, swords or otherwise.”

The air all but relinquished itself from your lungs at his comment, fury building instead of your prior pride at besting the swordsman.

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“We have arrived,” he commented atop your head, tracing the flesh of your shoulders beneath his thumbs. You rose your own to rest against his hips, holding firm to your grasp but pushing his body from yourself in preference of the view of his broad-hat adorned face.

“How do we locate our mark, Luffy was it?” you asked him, quirking up your brow and tilting your head to the side.

“Work, work, work,” he chastised you with a low, purred taunt, floating his hawk-like gaze between your two orbs, “I appreciate your loyalty to completing the task that lies ahead, Apprentice.”

“You’ll find that’s not all a task I’m loyal to completing this night, my lord,” you whispered up into him; lips almost brushing with your eyes becoming half-lidded, as they bore into your mentor flirtatiously.

A low rumbly growl escaped from between his lips, a noise that seemed completely involuntary in nature; surprising the both of you. You giggled, raising your lefthand fingertips to hold firm against his lips and giving him a soft push away from your body. You felt the tingle of his moustache against the tips of your fingers as you traced his lips with them, halting them against his lower lip.

“Now, now, my lord. What has come over you?” you hummed at him, drawing your face closer towards him and arching your body upwards into his chest further, “I thought you weren’t one for engaging in lewd and overzealous vocalisations.”

He immediately released your shoulders from his grasp and claimed your left wrist at his face and pulled it towards his mouth, trailing his beard-clad lips over your forearm and upwards towards your bicep with a trail of passionate, open mouthed kisses. A gasp was immediately pulled from your lips at his action, his lips now finding themselves attached to your shoulder and drawing further into your neck, prompting your jaw to fall slack, brows furrow upwards and you to arch your neck to expose more of your skin towards his affectionate and relentless attack.

“M-my lord?” you questioned him, prompting another feral growl to fall from his lips and muffle themselves at your neck, “m-my lord, we’re not yet docked at Baratie.”

He bore his teeth into your shoulder as he bit the skin and sucked a harsh, red mark into your flesh where your shoulder met with your neck; a hissed gasp falling from your lips at the harsh action he was presenting against you. You closed your eyes at the feeling, his tongue swirling at your skin and raking his teeth upwards towards the shell of your ear.

“You make a fair point, Apprentice,” he whispered into your ear before completely retracting his body from you. A small whimper escaped your lips at his departure, a smirk rising itself against the lips of the great warlord of the sea. He moved his body to the navigator’s pole and steered the ship effortlessly to align itself against the peer of Baratie.

He gestured to one of the men at the makeshift peer as your ship had begun its descent to lie adjacent at the wooden dock at the base of the sailing restaurant to throw a looped rope towards the ship. Your body began moving on its own, immediately readying yourself to catch the rope thrust into the air with ease. Feeling the fibrous material within your fingertips, you began to secure the ship with it, under the doting and watchful gaze of your mentor who’s eyes softened in a way only meant for you.

After securing the ship against the wooden dock, you turned to face him once again; straightening up your shoulders and lacing your fingertips to hang lowly behind your back. He raked his eyes over your body, face remaining completely expressionless as he did so. You remained stationary as he moved to circle your body, examining your form as a general would inspect the uniform of their underling in search for any blemish beneath his hawk-like gaze.

“The ship is secure, sir,” you informed him confidently, looking through the corner of your eye to witness him completing his circular inspection. He halted in front of your right shoulder, stooping low and bringing his index finger and thumb to your chin; tilting your face towards his.

“So it is,” he uttered, leaning his face forward to bring his lips up to your cheekbone, His lips ghosted over your face, stalking you with his intimate touch as he raked them lower towards your lips.

As his lips travelled to lie at the corner of your mouth, you shut your eyes; feeling his fingertips drag themselves over your shoulders, down your forearms and still themselves against the hilt of your belt. He tugged his hand against your belt, pulling you closer to himself as his lips finally found their way back against your own.

You froze, unsure of how to respond in this moment. Mihawk furrowed his brows, feeling your hesitation against his lips and breaking away from them. His eyes remained shut as he pressed his forehead against your own, asking you: “why do you hesitate, Apprentice? You were so eager to engage in such a manner earlier.”

You exhaled a breath you did not know you were holding, relieved at his question.

“The dynamic, sir,” you voiced your concern in a small, reluctant voice, “I desire to return your affections to you, but-.”

“-This will not impact your training, draga mea,” he whispered against your lips, bringing one hand to cradle your cheek, “in fact, I desire to train you harder.”

You leant into his touch, feeling his remaining hand resting against your belt flick open the buckle; the leather strap falling slack against your waist. You instinctively drew your hand out to catch your scabbard to ensure your blade did not fall to the floor, grasping it firmly in your hand. Mihawk chuckled, prompting you to open your eyes to be greeted with a warm and sincere smile upon his moustache-clad lips. Your eyes softened, lips parting at the sight while you openly drew your eyes over his face to permanently brand the image into your mind.

He was so, unbelievably handsome. You had only ever seen this particular smile briefly once prior; when you bested him with your skirted flourish: the image returning to your mind. You stood atop your toes to press a chaste kiss against his smiling lips, withdrawing them quickly to ensure his smile remained.

“When you are without your blade at your hilt or in your hand,” he informed you, the wide smile leaving his face and momentarily replaced my its softer counterpart, “you are my iubi, my puișor-,” he raked his fingers over your cheek to fall within your hair, pooling the strands to fasten themselves behind your ear, “-my equal.”

A gasp fled itself from your lips as you focussed on his words, your gaze fluttering between his amber eyes in search for hidden agenda; finding only desire in its wake.

“You are first and foremost my apprentice,” he informed you again, breaking his forehead away from yours as he leant upwards from his stoop, “and I would not want this to ruin the rapport we have built between us: especially the taunting.”

“I do enjoy your taunting now, my lord-,” you began, only to have your comment halted by the warlord’s words.

“-Mihawk,” he informed you, gesturing to the sword in your hand, “while you are unequipped, to you I am Mihawk; or any other endearment that falls from your lips to bestow to me.”

He placed his lips against your forehead, pulling you into himself as he affectionately held you against him. You smiled into his caress, your hands finding their way around his waist to pull his body flush against yours once more. You felt on his back the large scabbard containing his mighty blade still remaining clutched against him. You flicked it with your right hand, bringing Mihawk’s lips away from your head in response.

“You remain armed,” you commented, arching your brow upward in question, “do you desire first to locate our mark-?” you trailed your index finger upwards to fall against his bearded jaw, tracing its way towards his mouth and pressing your thumb against his lower lip. You arched your chin upwards and looked up at his honeyed eyes through your eyelashes; “-or do you long to join me below deck?”

His eyes widened at your abrasiveness while a curl befell to his lips as he broke away from your embrace, rotating his shoulders back to rid itself of the harness containing the scabbard of Yoru and firmly lying the blade beside his captains-chair. The giddy feeling once again rose within flutters of your chest, warmth drawing itself to your cheeks as he drew his attention back to you. He beckoned for you to follow him below deck with a tilt of his chin upwards with his signature smirk once again returning before strutting himself beneath the deck. You grinned like the cat that ate the canary, rotating your shoulders back and clicking your neck upwards before placing your own scabbard beside your master’s at his chair.

Your feet rapped against the wooden floorboards of the coffin-shaped vessel, your head bowing ever so slightly to fall beneath the frame of the lower deck entrance. Feet falling effortlessly against the steps below, you felt two hands rise up out of the darkness and grip your hips in a tight vice, lifting your body down to the depths in the dimly lit corridor.

There he was; your mentor and sword instructor, a man possessed by feral intensity and complete abandonment to prior mentality of taking his time, dragging you down into the depths of the corridor and pressing you by your hips against the wooden walls within. The rays of the sun flittered through the port windows to bring some semblance of light casting shadows against the bare back of Dracule Mihawk; who seemed to have ridden himself of his great-cloak and feathered hat impatiently as he waited for you to descend.

His lips drew themselves against your pulse, grazing his teeth against the skin and pressing his lips over the mark he drew onto you moments earlier to deepen the shade. Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes squeezed shut in surprise, his leather clad knee pressing between your thighs as he drew himself closer into you. Lacing your arms around his neck, you felt him lift you effortlessly once more to angle his entire body between your legs; bullying you to reveal more of your clothed self against him. He hooked both of your knees over his hips as he nudged the material of your shirt with his bearded chin to expose more flesh for him to assault with his tongue and teeth.

You were expecting ferocity, but clearly missed the intensity of his relentless abandon. In your training with swords, Mihawk was always completely in control of his actions. Precise and akin to a surgeon, he would always meet his mark with swiftness and cleanliness. He would often reprimand you for your own ferocity within the heat of combat as he lazily drank a glass of crimson wine as he studied your form, critiquing you on your lack of control.

“M-Mihawk,” you uttered in a small voice, prompting him to break away his rage from your body to snap his sights upwards. You felt small within his hunted gaze, his eyes widening at your expression and slightly wavering his hold against you.

“I apologise, puișor,” he gasped into you, holding you completely stabilized by his hips pinned to the wall and bringing his hands up to caress your cheek and neck repentantly, “the intensity of our little dalliance over this past month seemed to have rattled me more than I expected.”

He kissed your chin, his moustache tickling your bottom lip as he did so. He caressed your cheek before firmly clasping it within his palm and steadying your face within it, bringing his eyes up once more to stare within your own.

“You are my equal here,” he emphatically phrased to you with confidence, “not my prey.”

He lowered you to the floor and pressed his lips against your cheek and lowered the hand clutching your neck to claim a hand lying at your side within his own.

“It has been a while since either of us have had an encounter with another intimately,” you stated in a low tone, bringing your own hand up to press against his cheek, “I don’t blame you in the slightest for your intensity. I was simply caught off-guard.”

Mihawk began to open his mouth to chastise you, his apprentice, for dropping your guard; only for his words to halt within his throat regarding his earlier relinquishment of that title to you. You smiled as you watched his mind search for an appropriate quip, only for his lips to be met with your own as you chased him. His lips felt soft, but blown out and swollen from his earlier bruising intensity. His slower movements feeling more affectionate than marking ferociously.

Breaking away from your lips, murmuring in a hairlines distance from them; “I thought you wanted to see me angry. To see how truly desperate I am to feel you within my arms once more.” Your eyes widened, recollecting your prior conversation with the red-haired pirate within the onsen:

“Good girl,” the redhead praised you in a low tone before whispering, “now let’s make him angry.” He brought his lips within close proximity with your own but holding them away from completing their connection with your own out of respect for your prior apprehension. He squinted his eyes into a broad smile as he held your gaze, prompting you to allow a small, nervous smile to fall over your own.

You never thought you would have the opportunity to see him like this; your sword master and mentor desperately wanting to overwhelm you with ravenous intensity as he held you in his arms but withholding truly for your comfort.

It began with you wishing to finally be rid of his apprenticeship due to resentment, flowering into a semblance of mutual respect for wine while training you in mastery of your craft. Now it had truly blossomed into something more feral; the month of dancing the line between insubordination and true obedience with more exact flirtations coming crashing at this moment.

“As per your earlier invitation, I desire to have you intimately,” he sighed his confession against your lips as he brought his hands up to hold your cheeks within his grip, “and then I think I’d follow that act with a vendange tardives before locating our mark and extracting him.” He sighed, looking to the floor before once again searching your eyes.

“What do you want from me, iubi?” Mihawk whispered into your face, his breath blowing against your chin. His tone harboured a small amount of pleading desperation, truly desiring to be with you but withholding himself as he restrained his affections from you.

“My lord-,” you began, halting your words and correcting yourself under his searching gaze, “-Mihawk-.” He smiled again at your title, pleased you managed to catch your mistake.

“-Iubițel,” you uttered affectionately into him with your eyes half-lidded, swaying your head at him with a small smile forming against your lips, “-It’s dark here, and I don’t want to miss a single moment. I want you, and I want to at least see you the first time we engage like this.”

You felt him release a sigh of relief into you, prompting a small giggle to rise within your chest. Immediately he stooped down and lifted you once more by your thighs, hoisting you upwards into him and carrying you finally towards your crew quarters.

“I like the title,” he admitted to you in a purr, utilising his back to push open the door; the light flooding against his body under the illuminance from the broad bay windows facing outwards into the ocean, “though your accent is another thing I fear I need to drill into you.”

“Training hours are officially concluded by your orders, iubițel,” you warned him as he turned to place you atop his hanging bunk, “the only drilling I am keen to receive-,” you curled your finger beneath his chin to angle his face upwards to hold his lips almost against you own, uttering in a low whisper; “-is from the cock trapped beneath your pants.”

A rough growl fled from his lips as he crawled atop his perch, completely caging you beneath him as his lips found your own. A month of pent up emotion finally granted permission to release itself within the arms of one another. Three years of vigorous training and getting to know each other in all aspects other than this one area of taboo entanglement finally being released as his hands located the material shielding your lower half from revealing yourself to him.

He pushed the material lower, you arching your back upwards as your lips found his, pressing a warm and open kiss against his lips; completely submitting to his dominance. He smirked into your kiss, completely pushing your pants and overskirt from your body along with your undergarments; pooling the material at your ankles. You kicked the material to be completely rid of them, the soft thud of the material falling to the floor prompting a small laugh to flee from you at the giddiness you felt from the warlord above you.

Trailing his lips from your lips to brush against your check, before his teeth began to nip and graze at your jaw; Mihawk pushed the fabric of your shirt to reveal your shoulder and clavicle to submit itself to his fingertips. You utilised his momentary distraction to bring your feet upwards towards his hips, your toes successfully locating the buckle fastening his pants securely covering himself.

You threw your head back and gasped as he began to grasp at your breasts and mould them beneath his palms, halting your prior action. He smirked against your neck, causing you to harden your resolve and pick the lock of his belt buckle with your toes, successfully unclasping the buckle and removing his pants from his hips by dragging the leather material downwards with your heels.

He gasped in surprise into your neck as he felt the slap of his hard cock meet with his stomach, catching him off guard with your eagerness.

“Iubi-,” he growled into you, his teeth meeting the flesh just above your areola; his brows furrowing and his grip holding firmly against you, “-I made it clear I wanted to take my time.”

A small giggle fled from your lips as you felt his cock twitch against your thigh as he crawled further upwards and caged you below himself. He reached his right hand down towards your left thigh and raked his spread fingertips down your thigh to claim your knee beneath his palm and hook it over his hips.

“I wouldn’t be laughing, if I in your place,” he warned you, his tone halting the humour in your throat. He brought his lips down to the shell of your right ear and whispered into it; “I wanted to have you yearn for me as much as I do you. I wanted to taste every inch of you until your mind was rid of any utterance of coherent thought other than how good I make you feel.”

Your eyes widened as he maneuvered his left leg over your right and rake his other hand down to claim your right thigh and lift it over his waist, his cock lying flush against your pubic bone, uttering darkly: “I wanted to feel you squirm and quiver beneath me multiple times as I basked in your pleasure alone, witnessing your toes curl and legs shake at the complete intensity I grant onto to you.”

Your jaw hung slack as you felt your pussy clench under his crass words, completely soaked in anticipation of his next action. His tongue flicked out to trace the shell of your ear, a shudder overcoming you as a whine fled from your lips. Your nipples hardened as his breath felt cool under the stripe he traced with his talented tongue.

“But, unfortunately,” he whispered into your neck, “you have a keen sense for bringing out the worst in me.”

You felt the tip of his cock press itself against your entrance, your eyebrows furrowing in anticipation as you fluttered your eyes shut in expectation. You felt his weight shift and his head leave the side of your face to hover over your own.

“Eyes-,” he whispered, nudging your chin with his nose, “-on-,” your eyes flickered open to meet with his lips, “-me.” Your eyes floated up to search his amber orbs, a smile falling to his lips as he pressed a gentle kiss against your lips before retracting them.

“There you are,” he gasped at you, smoothing over your hair with his right hand, “good girl.” Your eyes glazed over at his commendation but remaining held to his yellow, hawk-like gaze. You felt your pussy involuntarily clench around nothing, eager to be filled and claimed by the man above you.

His eyes shifted from their softness to an intimidating and fierce expression once again as his tip prodded against your soaked cunt. You gasped, feeling the girth of his cock measured against your hole, poking in a small precise motion against you and slowly pressing into yourself. A groan escaped his lips as he sheathed his tip completely, halting to give you opportunity to adjust to his size.

You held his gaze, your peripherals noticing his jaw began to slack and brows furrow against the feeling of stretching you to size. He brought his left hand down to cage your head, right hand steadying your high against his hips as he continued to sink down into you. You hissed as he continued to push himself into you, feeling the muscles of his lower abdomen shift to withhold himself from commencing a relentless and unforgiving pace without you being fully prepared and stretched for him.

You had taken lovers prior, but none that had managed to completely listen to your body and its responses in this completely controlled way, instead enthralled in seeking their own pleasure and you your own. You found yourself desperately wanting to please him, but unable to pull your eyes away from his own as he completely sheathed himself within you; his cock arching up to brush against your g-spot while his pelvis and pubis raked effortlessly and skilfully against your clit.

A sigh-like cry fled from your lips to meet out and harmonise with the low groan falling from the lips of the warlord; his eyes the first to tear away from your own as he retracted down to the tip before shifting back into you once more; hitting the exact same spot as it did prior with surgical and calculated precision.

“Wanted-,” Mihawk gasped out as he began to pick up his pace, “-to unravel you-,” he growled, his pace beginning to become ferocious as his hips painfully clapped against your own, “-and make you scream for me.”

You brought your wrist up to clasp your left palm over your lips to muffle your cries of pleasure beneath it. Mihawk immediately snapped his head upwards your own and claimed your left wrist within his right hand and forced it above your head, lacing his fingers within them.

“Now’s not the time to withhold your sounds, draga mea,” he captured your lips within his own, his lips releasing a groan of his own as his pace began to build up in intensity. You felt the familiar tightening of the pit in your stomach bind tightly together; tingles shooting down to your toes laced atop the hips of the warlord above you.

He pulled his left hand over to guide your right hand to his back, instinctively pulling at the flesh and raking your fingernails down his flesh to leave red stripes of passion trailing from his shoulder blade to his ribcage; a groan-like whimper falling from his lips into your own.

As his vocalisation falling into your mouth, your eyes began to roll back into your head and your lips became desperate in its attachment against his own as heat began to pool upwards in your chest and your mind became foggy at your approaching orgasm.

Mihawk broke his lips away from your own and pulled his left hand to hold your chin, prompting your gaze to fall back to meet with his own; his jaw clenched tightly and pupils blown with lust.

“If you’re going to cum on my cock,” he panted out between dishevelled puffs of air, “you’re going to hold your gaze firm to me as you do so.”

You furrowed your brows and managed to form a coherent sentence, much to both your and Mihawk’s surprise: “-I don’t back away from a challenge so easily.”

Mihawk snarled with a small smirk following your challenge, baring his relentless and unforgiving pace further diving into the depths of your soaked cunt with his painfully hard cock. He almost tore his own gaze away from your own as he became overwhelmed with the flutters of your inner walls at the approach of your orgasm.

You held contact between your eyes as you felt your inner walls clench around his cock, the tightly wound coil within the pit of your stomach feeling tightly bound as Mihawk’s movements actively sought out the release from your body.

“M-Mi-,” you began, your jaw falling slack and eyes beginning to prick at the corners under the intensity, “Mihawk, I’m-,” his eyes began to glaze over, the yellow almost dissipating with how truly taken he was with hunting your pleasure alongside his own, “I’m going to-.”

“Cum on my cock,” he ordered you, his fingers flattening against your jaw with his thumb remaining below your chin to hold your gaze firmly against his, “let me see you snap.”

At his words, the coil within you shattered; tingles shooting down your legs and lower stomach as you screamed his name with reckless abandon; his own orgasm triggered in response to your soul calling for his as they met in a dance of mutual pleasure. Ribbons of hot cum shot within your core, pooling within the back of your completely dishevelled cunt. Mihawk called your name and a string of incoherent Romanian words you had yet to comprehend as his body shuddered against your own completely ridding himself within the thralls of pleasure; succumbing to the call of your femininity.

Your breaths met as your eyes held firmly against each other’s; Mihawk being the first to fall his face into yours after coming down from his high to press his lips against yours in a tender and slow kiss. His curled black hair fell over his eyes and onto your forehead below him as he reached his hand down to unhook your legs from behind his body and pull his cock from your walls slowly.

You felt the pool of the cocktail of pleasured release fall away from your entrance and fall onto the sheets of his bed. Mihawk chuckled at your whine in protest of being completely empty of his body from its place above your own.

“Iubi,” he whispered into you, bringing his right hand to cradle your face within his palm. You pressed your lips against his warm hand, uttering back the title you gave to him in playful response: “Iubițel.”

He sighed against you, pressing his forehead against your own and whispering lovingly into your face, you enchanted by the beauty of his afterglow: “let’s get you cleaned up, vendange tardives at Baratie with some camembert, gorgonzola and quince paste sounds like the perfect end to an evening.”

You giggled at him, sitting yourself up on your elbows beneath him; nuzzling your nose against his own.

“And what of the job we were tasked to complete? Are you going to blame this one on me also?” you quirked up at him, your eyes innocently searching his face.

“Let them have their fun for a while,” he responded, reaching up to your hair and tucking it behind your ear in response, “it’s only early in the evening, draga mea. We could even sample some of the reds at the bar after our dessert wine.”

“Breaking your sacred wine rules, are we?” you teased him while furrowing your brows.

“That is likely not the only rules we’ve broken today,” he confirmed with his signature smirk while crawling backwards off of his suspended perch and reaching his arms towards your own to pull you towards him, “but pay that no mind now. I have something I’d like to see you wear.”

You quirked your head to the side in question, your legs hanging over the side of the bed before Mihawk lifted you against his warm torso and placed you onto the ground; hovering his arms to steady you. He sought out your gaze by lowering his face to you and capturing your attention.

“You have no need to equip yourself at Baratie,” he informed you with a softness to his eyes, “the task was appointed to me, and I do not desire to relinquish it to you.”

“What would you have me do, Mihawk? I am your apprentice and I am here to learn from you,” you asked him, unsure waters lying ahead at his comment and needing further clarification.

“You will simply be my Iubi,” he whispered into you, “not only my apprentice, but my lover. My sweetheart, and my darling. Whatever role you choose to don yourself with tonight; I plan on wooing you aboard Baratie further.”

“Vendage Tardives?” you asked him with a soft smile falling to your face.

“Vandage Tardives,” he confirmed, pressing his lips against your forehead in a gentle caress.

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@sapphireonline, @whatthemonsterfuckisthis

[brightshaw-shipper]

do you have any headcanons for any of the rewrites surrounding but not directly connected to the 963 rewrites? i.e Micah Chamber (O5-6 rewrite) and guys like that

Not specifically, but I personally hold that Clover McCoy (from Tumblr user the-land-of-dreams) was Dr. Shaw's closest friend and mission buddy at the Chaos Insurgency. She was the one who needed patching up the most due to being the team's daredevil, so since Elias was the team's field medic (that's how he got his doctorate), they obviously spent a lot of time together. His callsign was "Darth Potter" due to his messy black hair, circular glasses, and yellow eyes; hers was "Firepit" due to her fiery red hair.

Hope this was helpful!

[rothjuje]

Help me make a decision. Our girls (4 and 7) share a room. Currently 7 year old is in a twin and 4 year old is in a transitioned crib. We desperately need to get Gen a new bed. But this our dilemma: Alyssa wants a full bed. The room is quite large (identical to our living room actually, it’s directly above and the same dimensions). But a full bed and a twin bed is kind of bulky/won’t look even and they will lose a lot of floor space. Justin is in camp each girl gets a twin bed, end of story. And yes, growing up we all had twin beds. But nowadays a lot of kids have full beds, even from the start, especially up here. All my friends’ kids are in full sized beds. Anyway Alyssa’s reasoning is that she can’t sleep well because she’s afraid of falling off her mattress, which is a completely valid fear because she tosses and turns a lot and she is very tall for her age.

We’ve looked at bunk beds, Justin thinks the weight will be too much on the upstairs floor (our floors don’t seem super stable). A trundle bed is also an option, but Justin and multiple friends feel like it’s not fair that Gen technically wouldn’t have her own bed. But the plan isn’t to stick Gen’s bed underneath everyday, they play a lot on their beds and I think it would give them a lot usable space. Both bunk beds and trundles have full/twin options.

I overthink everything and can never make decisions. I guess we could put full sized bed in the corner and twin against the long wall and maybe I need to just move on, that there isn’t a perfect solution.

Anyway. When they excavated for the retaining wall two things happened.. our side and back lawn were annihilated but we also gained a large bonus space in the back. We are desperately prepping the side and back lawn to lay sod and to pour concrete in the bonus area. And I say we, but so far it’s been me digging up rocks for 3 hours a day. Which I kind of enjoy and it’s the best workout ever, I think I’m just so glad not to be trapped inside the house anymore.

The bonus area will be a circular firepit area. I was thinking stone or pea gravel, but Justin is set on the concrete. It won’t be the prettiest but I like that the kids will have somewhere flat to ride bikes/scooters. When does one even lay sod in MA? I know fall is the more popular option but I can’t survive spring and summer with a mud pit again.

Cookie season is officially over for our troop. It’s our first year/first cookie season. We thought we would make about $400. We made about 4k after the cookie debits. That is insane. But we do have 30 scouts so I guess it’s not super shocking. We actually don’t even know what we’re supposed to do with the money. We make the parents pay dues to cover project supplies, per Girl Scout rules (there are a lot of rules). And I know we are supposed to donate the donations (but that’s only $150). I know I did field trips in scouts, I’m assuming cookie money covered those. We are all just so surprised. I know we can save it but seems sad not to use yearly because then the girls who leave the troop/help earned it won’t benefit from it. I’m sure we will use some and save some, but we definitely have enough to plan a really fun adventure with our scouts!

[tigorrrr]

𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗧𝗶𝗲𝘀 || ʜᴜǒ ᴄʟᴀɴ

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"So, the fiends, what are their whereabouts?"

It was a simple question enough, though a tough one to answer when facing the brusque matriarch of clan Huǒ.

A new threat of Primordial-blood coven had procreated somewhere in Europe like a disease that it is. The ones in charge kept tabs on locus of the Boru from the shadows from the humanity's eye, howbeit difficult it had become.

The moment mister Rostov had sent a telegraph to the Shaolin Temple, the message was transmitted to Liu Kang and with haste he went to convey it to Yèmànzhào personally.

Dusk had already passed over the Kunlun mountains and it was easier for Liu Kang to move about the temple grounds and access the main temple tower, he ascented the stairs to the fifth floor with ease using his inhuman agility and speed.

The Dragonborn matriarch sat by one of the many wide, wooden, hengpi windows when interrupted from her tea time and reading.

She thundered her exigent inquiry once her senses alerted her of his approach and met the chatoyant orbs in the shadows of unlit places of her home, knowing the only reason he would come to her this urgently is because of the current and only trouble all covens and her clan talk about.

Liu Kang let the firepit's flames light up his silhouette, folding his arms behind his back. "They are nearing the China-Russia borders from West-South. Geras informed me we should expect them in China within two months time, my lady."

She sneered disdainfully and set down her tea cup. "Tsk... And the Lin-Kuei?"

"We last heard of them leading the Hunters to North, my lady..... And they have not yet returned." he admitted the latter with slight hesitation.

Yèmànzhào slowly stood and began to stalk about the circular room, close to the fire in the center, her lour never leaving from where her guest stood. "And what, pray tell, Liu Kang, do you propose? Surely, not to stand around and wait for the wild animals to infiltrate my temple and tear down the whole Chinese empire."

"My lady, I propose we send some of your best Dragonborn—"

"Absolutely not!"

Liu Kang tried to overpower her quick bawl as her mind narrowed to a tunnel vision when he offered his suggestion, his tone filled with urgency. "Lady Yèmànzhào—"

"You useless, blood-sucking, dead man!" she tensely took a step closer to him, as soon as she blurted out her disapproval, her squinted irises flashed an icy blue.

The vampire representative stilled, shutting his jaws shut until he felt pressure on his gums. He had grown accostumed to the Dragonborn mistress' disdain for his kin, over the many years by her side not once a day went without insulting the vampire kind, and her people had shared that hatred.

And, sometimes, the self-loathing is much stronger than ego for him to care.

She immediately calmed the rising anger, and also stopped the growth of herself before hard horns could sprout atop her crown, fangs could replace blunt teeth, and scales could rip off from beneath her flesh.

Routing to the balcony-like window instead of being anywhere closer to the vampire man, the tall and lanky woman hunched to look at the garden meters below them.

"I will not allow my people's blood to spill! Should my people go to war, the humans will involve themselves and we shall be hunted like those centuries ago — no, not again," Yèmànzhào inhaled deep the mountain air and nature into her sinuses before her tone could raise an octave.

A strong breeze whipped past their temple to the direction of eastern third of Europe. "The Queen has her vampires to spare, let her deal with the hound dogs, they are her creations after all."

The matriarch may not believe it, but he doesn't have any joy out of this at all. Confrontations is the least of his favorite but sometimes it wasn't an option, he had been given an order - unfortunately - to be it the first option to share should it be discussed, and he cannot disobey those above him.

Liu Kang swallowed a rock-hard lump in his throat. Sometimes, scarcely, he has an option to speak up but it's like a gamble, should he deal the right card his very head may stay atop his shoulders still, should he not...

Picking his words wisely, he approached the Dragonborn only two steps closer, close enough for both their comfort bubbles not to burst, and not to be dismissed from the matriarch's worth of attention. "I apologize if it may come off as discourteous, however, would it not be for the Arai, you and your kin would have been in the lowest underground pit until now... I believe it is your duty as their loyal allies to land a helping hand."

Rude it was indeed. The nerve of this man. How typical of him to say exactly what Yèmànzhào doesn't want to hear, but with those additional facts and reminders, how is she to argue with that?

Despite wanting to, she cannot turn her back on them.

She may be the new leader, as in securing a higher hierarchy post for the last century, but the fear instilled in their souls from generation after generation held much more meaning than a title that made it feel nearly frivolous.

The Huǒ matriarch grew tense and irked. She gripped at the railing and glanced at the crested ring, that figuratively is chained on her forefinger, the very sight of it pummeled her insides both with dread and hot fury.

Of course, the Dragonborn aren't without sin, approximately 4000 B.C. her kin had created havoc wherever they went until they had been forced to submit. Now they are nothing but legends and fairy tales, almost but not nearly forgotten.

Yèmànzhào's kin used to be a proud clan, and then vampirism spread like cancer around the world...

Perhaps Liu Kang keeps forgetting, that the reason the Dragonborn were damned in the pit is because of the very same 'people' that got them out of there.

From cattle, they had became the pets. She should feel envy for the Boru coven, really, for they are at least free; nonetheless, for how long, the New Order may take the prerogative back just the same.

Yèmànzhào heaved a sigh and growled through gritted teeth; "... Tell the General to gather his warriors and send him to aid our 'allies', since they cannot manage without our help... I wish to be rid of that vermin for good. Order them to kill any Boru in sight. Less vampires in the world, the better."

Liu Kang, for once, didn't take the last comment personally and bowed to the matriarch before marching off the temple to sent the Huǒ warriors to battle in the northern parts of Eurasia.

Who's Yèm, you ask? Dis her 👇🏼

[a-lonely-dunedain]

lowkey it kinda bothers me a little bit that we've literally never seen the inside of a Dunlanding house. The only interiors we got in Dunland were craft areas and meeting-halls, never seen inside of one home. I mean presumably it looks similar to the interiors we've already seen (round, built a little ways into the ground, probably has a firepit in the center, furnished with a lot of fur rugs, most likely a bit smaller), but like, what do their beds look like? do they have bedframes or are they just on the ground? what does the rest of their furniture look like? are there windows or all they all as dark as the other buildings we've seen in Dunland? is it sectioned off into rooms or is it one large circular chamber? what different kinds of decorations would be in there??? I need to know these things!

[toptierland-scaping]

Fire Tones and Cozy Nights

Opening Line Flickering flames in the evening are tiny magic.

“This weekend I finally got around to clearing brush for a firepit idea.”

The Project or Problem We’ve dreamed of gathering outside after dark, roasting marshmallows, telling stories. But tossing a few stones in a circle felt too… amateur. I want a space that feels warm, intentional, and safe.

The Discovery Scrolling late one night, I found Top Tier Landscaping's “Our Firepit and Fireplace Services” page: https://toptierlandscapingkc.com/services/outdoor-firepits-and-fireplaces/

They talk wood-burning vs gas, stone styles, built-in bench walls, clearance, and materials—all in a tone that actually made me visualize a real space, not a catalog page.

Ideas or Takeaways I’m thinking a circular stone pit, surrounded by a semi-circle bench built from the same stone, tucked under a mature tree. Add uplightings, a gravel floor, and a couple of planters for color. Safe, contained, cozy.

Closing – Personal Note or Reflection Not sure I’m ready to pull the trigger, but I’m collecting stones and dreaming of deep, autumn evenings under Kansas City sky, warming up by the fire with friends.

[sabelowl]

potential experimental thingy - 1/2

Warning for violence and extreme gore!!!!

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Temples in Puso are common. Most are for Kalu, the Great Magic Spirit according to Hinanapla beliefs. Some are for the Olimaw, which attract Puso and many others. One or two temples even depict an ancient bird, or the moon, over the entrance; the First Owl, and the moon Oros so devoutly worship.

These temples are bigger and grander in Puso City, the capital of Puso Island. Visitors are from all walks of life; old beggars shuffle forward to burn a sacrifice to Kalu over a flame burning bright, magic red, and right next to them, an extended family member of a Puso royal advisor, wearing rich green-teal robes, praying to Kalu while their sacrifice burns.

And yet, almost none of them have white hair, nor red eyes. Not like Shin.

He stands by the wall next to the temple entrance, outside the range of firelight so it doesn't reflect in his unique Pula eyes. Having his hood up makes him blend in with other anonymous visitors.

Shin spent a day or so scouting this temple, so he knows the layout well. Even the patterns of the visitors. It's cumbersome, but worth it. Probably.

He perks up slightly when he spots someone wearing long, billowing maroon robes with dark orange horns curling from their head, but then relaxes when he recognizes them as just a humble temple worker. Eh, still a potential target.

His primary target is a devout Hinanapla who frequents this temple. From what Shin has sniffed out, many people want this person dead, for one reason or another. He decided to beat them to it. Not for money, or infamy. Just because he feels like it. Also, he's never killed someone in a temple before.

Shin watches as a figure wearing white enters the temple.

When the other visitors notice her, they shy away. The ones at the sacrificial firepits leave quickly, fleeing before the person, whose white clothing is strangely out of place in a room full of diverse visitors.

Shin only has a hunch of who this is. He fights the urge to tail her as she walks past the sacrificial firepits, toward the back of the temple, where special scrolls and objects can be bought as sacrifices.

Before she can reach the long tables against the opposite wall, guards wearing deep green uniforms march into the temple, some glowing with the orange aura of Physical magic.

The figure in white does not halt, even after they shout at her to do so.

Shin waits a couple heartbeats before following the guards deeper into the temple as they advance after the visitor, who apparently vanished under a cloak of blue Mental magic.

He suddenly realizes where she might be going and speeds up, using both Physical and Mental magic to outpace the guards without alerting them of his presence. They seem to be uncertain of where to go; the temple is vast, with many hallways, lined with private prayer rooms containing personal sacrificial pyres. The temple owner, a Hinanapla with dark blue antlers sprouting from his brow, confronts the guards anxiously, slowing them down even more.

Shin spots his quarry—well, his second one—disappearing into a large prayer room at the end of an extravagant red and gold hall, her pure white cloak streaming behind her.

A sign by the door of the prayer room indicates it's occupied.

Shin skips down the hall, a twitching spasm going through his body. He might get to kill two people in a temple today.

The door is ajar, and through the small opening, he hears a shout for help before an oddly muffled splattering sound. That does not bode well.

He slips through the small opening with Mental magic hiding him, before dismissing the illusion impatiently—hiding would mean giving in to the apparent strength of this white-clad woman. Fears like that would oppress Shin, and Shin does not want to be oppressed in any way.

The prayer room has circular walls of a plain red-brown color. Four small sacrificial firepits are in each corner, while a fifth, massive one takes up the center.

The deep red color of the flames reflect off an even deeper red stain upon the otherwise polished floor.

"Huh," Shin says aloud, looking up at the woman in white. "Did you make him explode?"

Outside, he can hear the guards shouting. Their hurried footsteps are getting closer. He twitches less than before.

The woman blinks coolly at him. Her response is to start Summmoning, creating a deep green glow that seems to envelop the room around her.

Shin readies Physical magic, but the woman isn't attacking; instead, she Summons the firepits, snuffing out their flames, and sends them to the massive doors behind Shin, piling them to create a barrier with a fierce crashing sound. Now, the room is lit only by a small chandelier high above.

Shin looks back.

The woman stands right in front of him. "Since you asked an obvious question," she says, voice cold as he's heard it described, "I will as well: do you know who I am?"

She's shorter than the tales say. Much shorter. He finds himself looking down at her. And yet, the way she holds herself makes her seem like the moon, mysterious and bigger than anything in the Isle. Anything in the sky. Her black eyes have a depth to them, like staring out at the night.

Shin grins. "Everyone knows you, Ms. J," he says smoothly. He points to himself, grin widening. "Do you know who I am?"

"Shallowly, yes." She pivots, starting to glide over to the dead body of his former quarry. Ignoring the muffled shouts of the guards trying to force their way into the room. "The underworld has many names for you. The Untouchable One. The Wraith. Sigbin, a creature that preys upon the blood of innocents. Do you even know who this was?" she asks, gesturing to the dead body lying facedown; a Hinanapla with silver-teal antlers poking out from beneath their head. The rest of their body is gone, replaced by a huge pool of blood, splattered across the floor like paint. The hem of Ms. J's cloak dips into it, the scarlet a stark contrast against the white.

Shin waves his hand, shaking his head slightly. "Doesn't matter. I take back what I said; no one knows you. You're Ms. J, but also Queen Death. Lady Chaos. Duchess of cold doings and even colder faces." He grins at her again.

She's interesting, in that she seems to listen to everything he says. Absorbing it, like a deep void behind her fathomless eyes.

It's...a little refreshing, to talk to someone like this. Everyone else usually runs away upon seeing him, whether or not his hands are covered in blood and the spasm twitches his body like it is right now.

A thump comes from behind him; the pile of broken firepits being pushed back a bit. The guards almost have the doors open.

Ms. J strides over to him, her eyes on the doors. "It would have been better to meet under different circumstances," she remarks.

"Really? I think this is more...fun." He watches her, noting how she shifts her weight slightly. "Are you planning to run, Mistress Voideyes?"

"Yes," she answers faster than anticipated. "I will lead the guards away. You will flee."

Shin tilts his head. Ms. J, a criminal with more infamy than him in the few years she's been active, is helping him?

Interesting.

There's no time to question more. He makes himself vanish with Mental magic just as the doors slam open and the guards pour in.

[aryagarg]

Garden Furniture Layouts That Encourage Conversation

When designing an outdoor space, comfort and beauty often take center stage. But one factor that truly transforms a backyard into a social haven is how your garden furniture is arranged. Whether you're hosting a weekend brunch or enjoying a sunset with family, smart garden furniture layouts can spark interaction, connection, and meaningful conversation.

In this blog, we’ll break down how to design layouts using garden furniture that naturally invite people to gather, talk, and enjoy. From cozy corners to open setups, you’ll find ideas to suit your space—big or small.

Why Layout Matters in Garden Furniture Design

Many people invest in stylish garden furniture but overlook how to position it. Layout isn’t just about aesthetics—it's about how the space functions. A well-thought-out garden furniture layout:

Encourages eye contact and face-to-face interaction

Maximizes available space

Provides comfort and privacy without feeling closed-off

Enhances the flow of movement in your garden

So let’s explore some of the most effective layouts that turn any backyard into a social hotspot.

1. The Circular Seating Layout

A circle is a powerful shape in conversation zones. It removes hierarchy—there’s no “head of the table.” Everyone is equally included. Place circular or curved garden furniture like a round table with four to six chairs, or a semi-circular sofa with a central firepit or table.

Best for: Group chats, game nights, intimate conversations. Pro tip: Use cushions and low-light lanterns to soften the circle and make it more inviting.

2. The L-Shaped Lounge

The L-shape layout using sectional garden furniture is perfect for maximizing corner areas. It brings people close without putting them directly opposite each other, which feels more casual. Add a coffee table in the middle to anchor the space.

Best for: Relaxed gatherings, evening teas, or reading with company. Pro tip: Try built-in or modular seating for a cleaner look.

3. The Opposite Pairing

Placing two benches or lounge chairs opposite each other with a table in between is a classic arrangement. It fosters one-on-one conversation and is ideal for small spaces like balconies or patios.

Best for: Deep talks, coffee chats, or casual interviews. Pro tip: Choose garden furniture with armrests and deep cushions for comfort.

4. U-Shaped Setup for Larger Groups

Hosting a garden party? A U-shaped garden furniture layout using a mix of sofas and chairs makes sure everyone is part of the conversation. This layout creates a sense of openness while still feeling connected.

Best for: Social events, BBQs, and family get-togethers. Pro tip: Add a center table for snacks and drinks and decorate with outdoor rugs for structure.

5. The Firepit Circle

A firepit layout is both functional and cozy. Arrange your garden furniture—think Adirondack chairs, cushioned seats, or wooden stools—in a circle or semi-circle around the firepit. It naturally encourages people to talk, share stories, or just unwind.

Best for: Evening hangouts, storytelling, or marshmallow roasting sessions. Pro tip: Keep the chairs lightweight so you can adjust as needed.

6. Zone-Based Layouts

If your outdoor space is large, divide it into zones using different types of garden furniture. For example:

Dining zone with a table and chairs

Lounge zone with sofas or loungers

Quiet zone with a hammock or single bench

Each zone invites a different kind of interaction, from group chats to solo relaxation.

Best for: Versatile outdoor use and larger gardens. Pro tip: Use plants, pergolas, or outdoor screens to create natural dividers.

7. The Bench + Chair Mix

Mixing a long bench with single chairs on the other side of a table is a popular café-style setup for garden furniture. It feels informal and flexible—you can add or remove chairs easily as per the guest count.

Best for: Casual dinners, brunches, or reading clubs. Pro tip: Add outdoor pillows on benches for extra comfort.

8. Flexible Modular Layouts

Modular garden furniture allows you to switch up layouts depending on the occasion. Arrange as one big sofa, or break into small seating groups. Perfect for people who love rearranging and hosting.

Best for: Those who host varied types of gatherings. Pro tip: Opt for lightweight but durable pieces for easy movement.

9. Compact Conversations for Small Spaces

Even in a small garden or balcony, two comfy chairs and a side table can create a perfect conversation nook. Choose garden furniture that’s foldable or stackable to save space when not in use.

Best for: Urban homes, balconies, and compact patios. Pro tip: Use vertical elements like wall planters to add greenery without losing floor space.

10. Hammocks & Hanging Chairs

Not your traditional garden furniture, but hammocks and hanging chairs create cozy, swaying corners perfect for long talks and deep relaxation. Position two hanging chairs facing each other for a casual chat zone.

Best for: Chill sessions, evening chats, or solo unwinding. Pro tip: Add side tables for drinks or books to make it practical.

Final Thoughts

The layout of your garden furniture plays a bigger role than you might think. Whether you have a huge backyard or a modest balcony, arranging your garden furniture with intention can make your space more sociable and inviting.

Take time to understand how your guests move, sit, and interact. Then choose a layout that brings them together, literally and emotionally.

After all, your outdoor space is not just a place to sit—it's a place to connect, laugh, relax, and create lasting memories.

So don’t just place your garden furniture. Arrange it with heart.

[loremonster]

Bonfires are nice

Better with drinks of your preferred varity.

Best with friends who can make you laugh and whom you feel safe around.

If diets accomodate, I have not met anyone who still feels creeping dread after eating a s'more

🫂 its important to take breaks, and the best respite I've ever known has been in the chill autumn wind with the crackle of the flames warming my face.

Don't have a firepit? A camping grill works. I like webber, their smallest grill will run maybe 20 bucks and can hold a small fire that'll need to be fed small bits often but will burn down to LOADS of hot coals on a bed of white ash; ideal for roasting of any kind.

Don't have roastin sticks? If you can identify trees, birch and maple are food safe and soft when green. NOT COTTONWOOD THEY MAKE ASPIRIN FROM THAT YOUR MOUTH WILL GO NUMB.

Green wood is ideal, as its water content prevents your roasting stick from catching. Using an edge ( knife, scissor blade, particularly sharp rock... ) strip the bark from the thin end of your chosen stick. Wipe off exposed wood with a clean cloth or paper towel until the stripped end stops weeping water / sap ( I like to wrap the end up until its time to use the stick )

Don't worry if the tip is especially sticky. Birch sap is inoffensive, maple is slightly sweet, neither will harm you or your food.

Pine sap tastes like roadwork smells, do not cook over pine fires, or fires burning ANY toxic material such as plastic.

Many people will pay you to pick up fallen branches and twigs from their yard, haul away usually costs extra.

Check your county website for burn bans, limitations, exceptions ( most states allow a fire that burns less than 3 feet in height provided it is being used to cook food of some kind and you've got a bucket of water or a fire extenguisher ready for emergancy exstinguishing, even when there's a ban in effect )

Practice any exstinguishing method you choose, you'll be thankful for that practice if a fire ever gets away from you in the future.

Bugspray is flammable, never spray close to an open flame.

The lid of circular webber grills make excellent sound shapers for amplify the small speaker in one's phone. Bonus points, you can aim it *away* from neighbors. ( note, if you aim it at the side of your own home the soundwaves will bounce elsewhere depending on shape and material of the siding. See if your dwelling helps build the vibe! )

Parks sometimes allow burn permits and are open till dusk, check in with the city the park is in. The city's website usually has an e mail to ask questions thru.

I hope you feel unrestrained joy in the near future 🫂🫂🫂🫂

hey guys does anyone know where I can find respite from the horrors

[muddiestpath]

If you had complete control over the decor in Lossan Mea's room at the lighthouse, what would it look like? What kind of items and decorations would you find in his room? Would he get a real bed, or just keep sleeping on that sad little couch we get in-game?

Bonus question: If he could choose his "spot" literally anywhere in or around the lighthouse, would he hunker down somewhere else?

Lossan Mea currently has a bunch of random items, one from each faction (minus veiljumpers). He'd ideally have a Lord of Fortune decked out room with some trade/craft dwarven murals. Lossan Mea loves being in the LoF.

His bed would not be the sofa, rather a nest-like best recessed into the floor so he can better look out the windows. Also I feel the aquarium would be a deep sea one at least, or a bioluminescent cave view instead. Lossan Mea is a dungeon-delver afterall. Caves are fun to them.

Outside the room? He'd have the statue swapped for a lantern/firepit of some kind. something to make the courtyard more communal.

If he got his own place? It'd be below the the courtyard, in opposite to how everyone's is a staircase upwards. The room always looks in sunset & full of discarded lock puzzles/disarmed traps. The seating would be recessed into the walls like it is part of the shelving. A messy training room of sorts like Taash's but isntead for his mind instead of his body. Only hint of being a warrior is the collection of eccentric circular shields (he likes to throw them).

[glampingfingerlakes]

How to Plan an Unforgettable Glamping Trip?

Glamping has surged in popularity as the perfect blend of luxury and nature, allowing adventurers to experience the wilderness without sacrificing comfort. Whether you're a seasoned camper or someone new to outdoor experiences, glamping offers a unique and unforgettable way to connect with nature. From plush tents to treehouses and yurts, glamping can elevate your outdoor getaway to something extraordinary. Here’s how you can plan the most unforgettable glamping trip to rival experiences offered by leading glamping resorts like Naturluxe & Stars.

Choose the Perfect Location

The first step to planning an unforgettable glamping trip is choosing the right location. The ideal glamping site should offer a perfect balance between scenic beauty, comfort, and activities that suit your interests. Do you prefer a mountain retreat or a coastal escape? Would you rather be near a national park or a lake? Whether you’re booking a space with Naturluxe & Stars or exploring other options, the right location can set the stage for an incredible experience.

Factors to Consider When Choosing a Glamping Location:

Accessibility: Is the location easily accessible by car, or does it require a long trek? Consider your group’s needs and the amount of gear you’ll be bringing.

Weather: Check the climate of your destination. Some glamping sites are better suited for certain seasons, especially if they offer heating or cooling amenities.

Nearby Attractions: Ensure your glamping site is close to activities like hiking, fishing, or wildlife spotting.

Select Your Accommodation Style

Glamping comes with a variety of accommodation options, and choosing the right one is key to making your trip unforgettable. From canvas tents with king-sized beds to more extravagant options like treehouses, there’s a glamping style for every preference.

Popular Glamping Accommodation Types:

Luxury Tents: Perfect for first-time glampers or those seeking an upgrade from traditional camping. These tents often come equipped with real beds, plush bedding, and private bathrooms.

Yurts: A circular tent-like structure that combines the charm of camping with more permanent amenities such as wood-burning stoves and comfy furnishings.

Cabins and Tiny Homes: For those who want a more solid structure, tiny homes and cabins offer the best of both worlds — the rustic charm of the outdoors with the comforts of home.

Treehouses: For a whimsical and unusual experience, staying in a treehouse brings a childlike sense of wonder back into your life.

Whatever you choose, ensure that your glamping accommodation aligns with your group’s preferences, from a romantic getaway to a family-friendly escape.

Pack Smartly for Comfort and Adventure

Packing for a glamping trip requires careful consideration to ensure you have both the comforts of home and the gear necessary for outdoor adventures. While glamping accommodations often provide essentials like bedding, it’s still essential to bring along items that will enhance your experience.

Essentials to Pack for Glamping:

Clothing: Pack comfortable layers to adjust to changing temperatures. Depending on the season, you may need everything from warm sweaters to rain jackets.

Toiletries: Although glamping often includes private restrooms or shared facilities, be sure to bring your own toiletries for comfort.

Tech Gear: Bring a portable charger, camera, and maybe even a Bluetooth speaker to enhance your relaxation time.

Outdoor Gear: If you plan to hike or explore the outdoors, don’t forget your hiking boots, sunscreen, and bug spray.

Food & Drink: Many glamping sites offer meal packages, but if not, you can bring your own food and enjoy cooking over a firepit or using an on-site grill.

Plan Your Activities and Adventures

One of the best parts of glamping is the range of activities available to enjoy the great outdoors while still having a luxurious retreat to return to. From kayaking to star-gazing, the adventures are endless.

Outdoor Activities to Consider:

Hiking: Choose trails suited to your skill level and explore the local surroundings. Many glamping destinations near Naturluxe & Stars offer access to stunning national parks and trails.

Wildlife Watching: Glamping spots located in nature reserves often offer opportunities to see native wildlife like deer, birds, and maybe even a fox or two.

Water Sports: If your glamping site is near a body of water, plan for a day of kayaking, paddleboarding, or simply lounging by the water’s edge.

Evening Bonfires: One of the most memorable experiences of glamping is gathering around a bonfire at night. Don't forget to bring the s'mores supplies for an extra layer of fun!

Create a Memorable Ambiance

An essential part of an unforgettable glamping trip is setting the mood for relaxation and enjoyment. Use soft lighting, curated playlists, and personalised touches to elevate the experience.

How to Set the Mood:

Lanterns and Fairy Lights: Bring along some solar-powered fairy lights or lanterns to create a cozy glow around your tent or cabin in the evening.

Comfortable Seating: If your glamping accommodation doesn’t provide outdoor seating, pack a few folding chairs or even a hammock for the ultimate in relaxation.

Personal Touches: Add some decor or bring along a few items from home, such as throws, candles, and pillows, to make your space feel even more welcoming.

Sustainability and Responsible Glamping

In today’s world, it’s more important than ever to practice eco-friendly travel. Glamping offers a unique opportunity to stay in luxurious accommodations while minimizing your environmental footprint.

Tips for Sustainable Glamping:

Choose Eco-Friendly Accommodations: Many glamping sites like Naturluxe & Stars are designed with sustainability in mind. They offer eco-friendly amenities such as solar power, composting toilets, and low-impact construction.

Leave No Trace: Make sure you respect the environment by cleaning up after yourself, disposing of waste properly, and minimizing your impact on the natural surroundings.

Support Local: Contribute to the local economy by purchasing locally sourced food and supplies or hiring local guides for your outdoor adventures.

Final Thoughts on Planning Your Perfect Glamping Trip

Planning an unforgettable glamping trip is all about balancing luxury with adventure. By carefully selecting your location, accommodation, and activities, you can create a unique outdoor experience tailored to your preferences. Whether you choose to stay at a well-known site like Naturluxe & Stars or venture out to a lesser-known gem, the key to glamping success is in the details. Follow these tips, and your next glamping trip is bound to be a remarkable one.

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How to Choose Between a Modern Round Fire Pit and a Rectangular Fire Pit

Creating a warm and inviting atmosphere in your backyard or patio is easier than ever with the right fire pit. Choosing the right fire pit is essential to enhance your outdoor gatherings or simply add a cosy element to your space. In this guide, we'll explore the different types of fire pits, including the modern round fire pit, round firepit table, rectangular fire pit, and the importance of using a fire pit wind guard. By the end of this article, you'll have all the information you need to make an informed decision for your outdoor area.

Why Choose a Modern Round Fire Pit?

Homeowners who value form and function often choose contemporary round fire pits. Their circular shape makes them ideal for parties where people can sit and bask in the warmth as it distributes the heat evenly. But why is the modern round fire pit gaining so much attention?

Aesthetic Appeal: The round shape offers a sleek and contemporary look that blends well with various outdoor settings, from rustic to modern.

Versatility: A modern round fire pit can be placed in the centre of your outdoor space, acting as a focal point that draws people together.

Ease of Use: Many models come with easy-to-use ignition systems, making it simple to start a fire and adjust the flame to your desired level.

Whether roasting marshmallows or enjoying a quiet evening outdoors, a modern round fire pit can enhance your outdoor experience.

The Benefits of a Round Firepit Table

A round firepit table is an excellent option for those who want the warmth of a fire pit combined with the functionality of a table. This multifunctional piece of outdoor furniture serves as a fire pit and a table, making it ideal for dining, entertaining, or simply relaxing.

Space Efficiency: A round firepit table is perfect for smaller outdoor spaces where you need to maximise every square foot. It provides warmth and a place to set drinks, food, or decor items.

Social Hub: The design of the round firepit table encourages conversation and interaction, as guests can comfortably gather around the table and enjoy the fire.

Safety Features: Many round firepit tables have safety features, such as tempered glass tops or fire pit wind guards, to prevent accidents.

By investing in a round firepit table, you're not just adding a heat source to your outdoor space; you're creating a central gathering spot that combines form and function.

Choosing a Rectangular Fire Pit for a Modern Look

A rectangular fire pit might be the perfect fit for your outdoor space if you prefer a more contemporary and sleek design. This style is well-suited for more extensive patios or yards where a more extended, linear design can be fully appreciated.

Modern Design: A rectangular fire pit's clean lines and elongated shape add a touch of contemporary elegance to any outdoor setting. It's an excellent choice for those looking to make a bold design statement.

Extended Seating: The longer shape of the rectangular fire pit allows for more seating around the fire, making it ideal for larger gatherings.

Versatility in Placement: A rectangular fire pit can be positioned along the edge of a patio or in the centre of a large outdoor area, providing flexibility in your outdoor layout.

A rectangular fire pit offers both style and functionality, whether you're hosting a large party or enjoying a quiet night under the stars.

The Importance of a Fire Pit Wind Guard

While fire pits provide warmth and ambience, safety should always be a top priority. This is where a fire pit wind guard comes into play. A fire pit wind guard is a crucial accessory that helps protect the flames from wind, ensuring that the fire remains stable and contained.

Safety First: A fire pit wind guard prevents flames from being blown out or spreading, reducing the risk of accidents.

Enhanced Experience: A fire pit wind guard shields the fire from the wind, allowing you to enjoy a steady and consistent flame, even on breezy days.

Prolonged Use: Using a fire pit wind guard can help prolong the life of your fire pit by protecting it from excessive wear and tear caused by wind and debris.

Investing in a fire pit wind guard is a simple yet effective way to enhance both the safety and enjoyment of your outdoor fire pit.

Conclusion

Choosing the right fire pit for your outdoor space balances aesthetics, functionality, and safety. Whether you're drawn to the classic appeal of a modern round fire pit, the multifunctionality of a round firepit table, or the sleek design of a rectangular fire pit, there's a perfect option for every backyard. And remember the importance of a fire pit wind guard to ensure a safe and enjoyable experience. With the right fire pit, your outdoor space can become a warm and inviting oasis you'll enjoy for years.