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[powdermelonkeg]

Personal headcanons for Gale's tower layout:

5F: An astronomical observatory with an orrery in it. The stardome is enchanted to reflect whatever sky and weather Gale wishes; if he wants to see the stars in Kythorn, that's what it shows him. If he wants rainy weather to read to, guess what. The stars reflect whatever position the orrery's been set to. There's a walkable ledge around the exterior of the roof for Tara's pigeon-hunting.

4F: A portal room, surrounded by three guest bedrooms and a bathroom. The bedrooms are themed: one smells like a sea breeze and faces the harbor, colored with sunset shades with gold accents, one smells like rose potpourri and fresh grass, mostly pastel purple with brass, one smells faintly spiced, deep maroon and bronze. Morena prefers the rose one. Each one comes equipped with a vanity that has three (magic) mirrors, a wardrobe that removes wrinkles and stains of anything hung in it and repairs minor stitches, a set of candles that never burn down their wicks, and curtains that, when drawn, enact a silent barrier around the room. The floors are polished hardwood with plush, patterned carpets. The bathroom is self-cleaning, has running water on command, whatever temp you want it, warms towels for you, and has a magic mirror (magic mirrors in my headcanon show hairstyles and things you WANT to try before you actually try them out).

3F: Gale's floor. His bedroom, a walk-in closet, a room for Tara, and a personal bathroom. Gale's bedroom has silence-spelled drapes, glowing crystal sconces he can dim with a wave, a desk, a large canopy bed (the one he summons during his last night in Act II), a small bookshelf for whatever he's currently reading that doubles as his nightstand, and a plush window seat. The walk-in closet is neatly sorted, with everything from travel robes to finery to wear to the annual Blackstaff Ball, and has the same enchantments in it as the guest room wardrobes, with the added effect of making anything put in it inexplicably smell like a library. His bathroom is just like the guest ones, but larger. The bathtub inside, when activated, always assumes he wants his bath piping hot and lavender-scented. Tara's room is smaller, but fully designed for her little cat body. Scratching posts, cat-sized perches and comfy cat towers, and a little bookcase and window seat of her own. She keeps her space VERY neat, in contrast to Gale's "organized chaos" sort of living.

2F: This is the floor we see in Gale's Act II illusion. The packed library, the messy desk, the private study, the balcony... He sorts his books by topic, then by date rather than author. Tara is appalled by it. The balcony has a minor enchantment to keep weather, pigeons, and seagulls off of it. Tara is upset at the lack of birds; it's SUCH a cozy napping spot, and you're going to take away her free breakfast, too? Gale's compromise was the 5th floor's walkable ledge, which is a prime pigeon-hunting perch.

1F: The entry floor. It's got a sitting room to entertain guests with, and a large, well-kitted kitchen. The dishwashing basin does the washing for Gale. On the wall in the sitting room, there are two notable paintings: one is of young, 10-year-old Gale in a cape, standing proudly with both his parents and holding his first-ever proper wizard staff. He's TRYING to have Tara on his shoulders, he insisted, but she's just too big, so he's wound up leaning forward where she awkwardly perches on his back. He has a snaggle tooth. The other painting is of a much older Gale, dressed finely and standing with his mother, smiling. It was made before he got the beard, so he looks a decent bit younger than he is. Tara is wrapped around Morena's shoulders like one of those feather boas, but she's headbutting Gale's shoulder affectionately.

B1: Gale's wine cellar and well-stocked pantry. He collects all kinds of wines from all over Faerûn, usually getting them from merchants that pass through Waterdeep, but he's not opposed to cracking open an expensive vintage with the right company. There's a locked cabinet labeled "in case of Elminster" that contains some cheeses and wine to offer the older wizard, that way Elminster doesn't raid Gale's pantry when he's not looking. If you don't feed Elminster, he WILL feed himself at your expense.

B2: Gale's spell workshop, scroll storage, alchemy lab, and vault. Gale's not especially well-versed in alchemy (I think Wyll's got dibs on that, personally), but he DOES mix himself up some Arcane Cultivation elixirs from time to time. And if a potion recipe intrigues him enough, he likes to have a place on hand to try things out. The vault is well-guarded with spells, but, sadly, pretty empty; it just has his savings there now, where once it held all sorts of enchanted items he'd picked up through his studies and younger adventuring days.

An additional note: Tara has perches all throughout the house, on every floor, basically anywhere Gale spends a lot of time doing things. The cushions that are hers are magically heated and smell like tea and mint.

[russellsppttemplates]

Omg the dad Oscar blurb was sooo cute can we have one of him being in the house with the kids on his own like his first full day of being in charge and the kids are like maybe we should ask mum when something doesn’t work out

Note: thank you for taking the time to leave a tiny message 🫶

"Can we play outside, daddy?", Lucas asked as he stepped into the living room with a football on his hand. It was the first full day that you had gone back to work after having baby Jack, and because Oscar was home still, he said he wouldn't mind being on his own with the boys.

Currently, he was lulling Jack to sleep, the little boy snuggled on his chest with the help of the sling carefully strapped around their bodies, "I'm putting the baby to sleep, buddy, how about I watch you score some goals on the net from here?", he suggested, knowing that moving around before he fell into deep sleep wasn't ideal and ensuring that he wouldn't wake up.

Lucas nodded as he went to the garden, putting on some shoes and kicking the ball on the grass.

"You could fall asleep too, you know?", Oscar touched his youngest son's cheek softly as big, wide open hazel eyes looked at him, "How is it that you keep me and mummy up all night and then don't sleep during the day either? It's time to sleep, little fella, yes it is", he cooed, tapping his back gently and walking around the decking, nodding and flashing a thumbs up at Lucas whenever he scored a goal.

By lunchtime, Oscar had managed to put Jack down for a nap, and considering the baby had been sleeping for just Iver twenty minutes, he had plenty of time to have some alone time with Lucas, keeping an eye on the baby through the monitor.

"Does pasta sound good?", Oscar asked the young boy, "yes, please!", he smiled, "with tomato sauce and cheese!".

Oscar giggled and got started on cooking, letting the pasta boil and grabbing one of the frozen jars of sauce you had batch cooked a few weeks ago for moments like these. Once it was all underway, he got back to the living room and helped Lucas with his Lego blocks, "I want to make a garage like yours", he smiled as he gathered the orange, black and grey block, starting to build it as they watched Bluey on TV.

"Time's up for the pasta", Oscar said as he got up, "can we eat here, daddy, please?", Lucas pouted as best as he could to convince his to have lunch on the living room coffee table.

"Mummy doesn't like it when we eat here, and we're eating tomato sauce, if it falls on the carpet, it won't be good, Lucas", Oscar reasoned, "but I'll be extra careful, I promise!", he nodded as Oscar finally said yes.

When Oscar brought the plates to the table, the monitor showed a fussing Jack in his cot, "I'm going to get him, be careful with the food, okay?", Oscar warned as Jack sat as close to the table as he could to make sure he didn't let anything fall or drip where it wasn't supposed to.

"You're really going through some sleep regression, aren't you, cheeky boy?", Oscar said as Jack as wide awake when he got to the bedroom. Changing his diaper and stopping by the kitchen to get a bottle for your son, Oscar got back to the living room.

"I didn't spill anything, daddy, see?", Lucas showed him, the carpet white and the table clean as he had eaten half of his plate already, "Good job, buddy!".

He should've seen it coming, but he still trusted his reflexes. Turns out a couple of nights without sleeping properly really puts a dent on your skills as he watched Jack grab the fork on his plate only to let it fall on the cream pillow he had to support his legs, "uh-oh, mummy is not going to like that", Lucas whispered.

"This needs to go on the washing machine, now!", Oscar gasped, laying Jack on carpeted floor surrounded by some blankets and pillows just in case he decided he wanted to learn how to roll over and cause even more trouble than his father was already in.

"Stain remover, then wash liquid", Oscar mumbled as he read an online forum about tomato stain removal, dumping all the products on the washing machine before closing it and starting the cycle, "do you think it will work?", Oscar asked Lucas, "daddy really hopes it will work".

"Shouldn't we call mummy? Maybe she knows what to do", your son suggested, "if we remove the stain on our own, it will be fine. Mummy won't even need to know this happened".

A washing cycle later and another futile attempt at getting Jack to sleep on Oscar's chest, your three boys stood in front of the washing machine, the originally cream pillow now various shades of pink and red depending how far the spot you looked at was from the stain.

"Don't worry, daddy, mummy won't be mad at you", Lucas somewhat tried to comfort his father, rubbing his hand on his back.

The minute you set foot in the house, you called for your boys, "mummy!", Lucas ran to hug you, "how was your day, my love?", you asked, "did you get up to anything nice?", you asked as you made your way to the kitchen, stopping by the laundry room when you saw the light was on.

"Let me just - oh", you said as you looked at the pillow inside the dryer, "it's was not my fault, it was daddy who let it slip!", Lucas raised his arms, taking on the fully innocent role.

"It was Jack believe or not, sweetheart!", you heard your husband say as he approached, your baby boy on his hip.

Making grabby hands at him, you rested him on your hip and kissed his cheeks, "what did you do, little monkey?", you giggled.

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banishing (how to do it)

yeah this is like all UPG but it works good for me, take what you will and leave the rest behind.

if your response to this is "but most people never ever have to deal with unwanted spirit problems so you're probably wrong if you think it's a spirit! do shadow work and touch grass!" please let me invite you to just not interact with this post at all.

Don't cleanse. Like please don't, why do people do this??

"I am confident an unwanted spirit is in my home and I cleansed but nothing happened."

Okay, an unwanted guest is in your home and you did a bit of vacuuming and washing the dishes, so why are they still there??

Why WOULDN'T they be there?! It's nicer now??? It's better for them to stay?!?!?!

"I want to break up with my boyfriend so I did his laundry but he's still texting me :/"

Cleansing =/= banishing and cleansing should be saved for cleaning up after an unwanted spirit after they are banished, which again, is not accomplished by cleansing.

Stop raising wards that trap the spirit inside.

"I cleansed and put up a protection but that only made the problem worse!"

Yes you did a wash up and locked the spirit inside with you, of course it's pissed off. It's trapped.

If you feel the need for immediate protection when dealing with a spirit problem, craft an amulet that serves as a personal protection for you. NOT one that seals off the entrances to your home.

Once the spirit problem is taken care of and you are confident its presence has been removed, feel free to raise up those wards sky high.

Also, if you are heavy-handed with the warding, spirits can sometimes just get trapped inside regardless. Learn how to temporarily "switch off" wards when you need to so things can leave.

Put your fucking foot down and tell the spirit to leave.

This will solve a surprising number of unwanted spirit problems. Not all of them, and come on, please stop telling people they never need to learn actual banishing skills just because telling spirits to leave works most of the time.

But you gotta do it. And I mean you don't have to be an asshole about it. You don't have to jump right into screaming in the spirit's general direction and threatening all such harm on it.

And there's plenty of good reasons to start with this step, especially if you want to be a spirit worker, but that's neither here nor there. Just tell them to leave.

Go to an area where you think the spirit is, or go where its private and speak with the intent that the spirit will hear you.

(You may also sign or write; would generally not recommend doing this operation entirely mentally)

"Hey, Dude. I know you're here, and I want you to know that you must leave. It is no longer an option for you to stay. I request that you leave immediately, and I request that you do not come back to this place. Leave now and we part ways in peace."

Do not go belly up and beg the spirit. It benefits you to behave with authority and dignity.

DO NOT try to "soften the blow" by twisting your words into something that is no longer a demand that the spirit depart. "Hey, if it's okay with you, I'm hoping you'll leave soon, or as soon as you're able... I don't feel comfortable with you here, and I'd prefer if you went." Great, now the spirit knows how you feel. So what?

Banish the spirit (or human, or whatever).

Presumably we're at this step because the prior step ("bro, seriously just leave and never come back") did not work.

Obtain correspondences heavily associated with banishing, use them to enchant a candle, burn the candle.

Can't use a candle? Try a simmer pot.

No fire at all, including incense? Try a floor wash (test carpets to ensure there will not be staining).

Can't burn things or clean the house? Try a sigil you visualize being imprinted on all the walls of your home.

Can't visualize? Consecrate something to represent the spirit, drop it in a jar of water along with banishing correspondences, swirl it around like a whirlpool, chant about the spirit being washed away.

No waterproof containers? Consecrate something to represent the spirit, stand on the edge of your property, throw it off the edge of the property.

You get my drift -- do magic. Do magic. Do magic that banishes. Use magic specifically to banish. Not to cleanse the vibrations or whatever. Specifically magic intended to yeet a spirit.

At this point, do not try to ignore the problem or keep talking it out. Do not just try to meditate or whatever. Do magic. Do magic that banishes.

Here's a banishing spell if you need it:

Basil, cloves, red pepper

Candle (ideally, red)

Paper and ink

Small offering

Draw the planetary seal of mars and the planetary square on a piece of paper, ideally in red. Dress a candle in oil (*burning your house down is an effective way to banish a spirit but perhaps too heavy-handed; dress with care) and include either one or three dried, powdered herbal correspondences to it.

Dedicate the candle to Mars. ("Planet Mars, someone on the internet told me you'd help me if I asked - I'm asking now. I give this candle to you. It belongs to you now.")

Put the candle near the paper.

Evoke Mars. ("Planet Mars, where your symbol exists so you exist. Where your planetary square exists, so do you exist. The space has been made welcoming to you through the presence of these Martian correspondences.") The martian correspondences are the basil/cloves/peppers, btw ("I ask you to bring your attention now to me. I ask you to dwell fully in this space.")

Read the Orphic hymn to Ares if you'd like a little extra elbow grease behind your evocation.

Petition Mars. ("So please get rid of this spirit, it seriously sucks so bad.")

Offer payment. ("In exchange for this help I know you will provide, I give you this candle and also this [small offering].")

Seal the deal. No, you do not need to be able to receive psychic confirmation from a planet or whatever, but do not proceed if you feel any gut-level bad feelings or suddenly get a ton of anxiety. If that happens, be like, "Mars, buddy, never mind - I get a bad feeling about this, so I'm noping out. Thanks for listening while you did. Leave in peace."

But if you feel fine about moving ahead, just be like, "now I give you Mars this offering, and I light your candle, with full and total assuredness that this spirit will be permanently banished from my space, my life, and my home."

[Light the candle, give the offering]

Cleanse

The spirit should be gone before you put up wards

Residual ickyness can make you feel the spirit is still nearby even if its been banished

Cleanse your space and see if the symptoms of the spirit return.

If symptoms return, the spirit has not been banished.

If they don't return,

Put up wards.

Ya got haunted because ya didn't have a fence up to stop random cows from wandering into the garden of your life and trampling all your hard work. Put up the wards.

Oh, but maybe the banishment didn't work, in which case:

Mitigate symptoms.

I mean yeah, maybe try at least a few more types of magical banishing, call in a priest even. But!

Not every spirit can be banished. That's just the long and short of it.

As humans we have the capacity to intertwine our lives, intentionally or otherwise, with forces that cannot be immediately removed from our presence.

Like if the grand spirit of a forest hates all humans and you build a house in the forest, you're not going to be able to banish the forest from the forest, you feel me?

Sometimes, banishing isn't the solution.

As rare as it is, it happens. Make personal protections, use mirror or other illusory wards to hide from its attention, make reparations if possible, avoid attracting attention, and get on with your life.

[mayhem-neverending]

The Big Bad Wolf

Part XVI

Word Count: 2,062

Warnings: mentions of depression and death

Note: Hey!! I haven't forgotten about this fic! Here is a little part to keep it moving :) Also not edited.

It was less than ten minutes later that Hina was clean and dressed. Her poor eyes were almost swollen shut from her irritated skin reacting to the heat of the water, but she still managed to look better than when you had arrived. The two of you met Obito at the door, where he was withering, still trapped in an endless conversational loop with Aunt Daina. 

“Who are you?” Aunt Daina asked you, her gray eyes clouded.

You sighed, but managed not to shake your head. It saddened you to see the woman in such a state. She had been a joy when you were a child. You opened your mouth to reply, but Hina put her hand up, halting you.

“These are my friends, Aunt Daina. We’re leaving now. I’ve asked Mr. Hackenberger next door to come… have tea with you later, okay?” Her voice was strained.

“Okay,” she said, her voice spacey.

Hina led her away from the door and toward the kitchen, where she poured her a glass of water and gave her a hug. Hina made sure she sat down and focused on a word search that had been open on the table before returning to you and Obito. 

Obito slung the heavier of Hina’s bags over his broad shoulder and held up the backpack for her when she rejoined you. You helped make sure it was snug on her back over her coat and twisted her long hair into a bun at her nape when it tried to tangle in the straps of the bag. 

“Are you ready?” You asked softly.

She glanced back at her aunt in the kitchen through her swollen eyes. She inhaled deeply and nodded, turning her head back to you slowly. You peeked behind her at the woman, who was flipping through the pages of the small word search book. 

Obito opened the front door and stepped to the side. Gently, you urged Hina forward and followed on her heels. Obito shut the door behind the three of you. Outside in the cold winter air, Hina stopped in the overgrown grass and looked out to the west, hand pressed to her swollen belly. 

“I won’t see her again, will I?” Her tone was steady, her eyes never leaving the horizon.

You and Obito shared a look, and one of his hands grazed the back of your arm in a comforting gesture. You took Hina’s hand in yours and pulled her forward when she finally met your gaze. You were sure that had she any tears left, they would have slipped out at the look of confirmation in your eyes. She only nodded once and started down the barely recognizable path away from that old summer home; her happy memories buried in the peeling paint and worn carpet, concealed by the stain of the greatest tragedy she had ever faced. 

The weight upon her shoulders slowed her gait almost as much as her overgrown belly. She waddled, stumbling ever so often because she could hardly see her feet or the mess of gravel beneath them. She ignored the helping hand you offered each time you anticipated a trip, her eyes forward and downcast. Your fingers itched, and words danced on your tongue for her, but nothing ever came out; a sentence losing its momentum the minute your lips parted. 

The grief radiated from her in waves, shifting the air around the three of you, and sucking any positivity you had out from your chest. Obito shifted the purple bag he was carrying for her every few minutes, and you glanced his way to check on him every time. His expression was somber but alert and he never held your eye contact for long, opting to look over the two of your heads, scanning the grasses and the occasional tree for threats. 

…

It was a full three hours before you were forced to stop. The swelling of Hina’s feet became unbearable, so you had her sit down on the side of the road against a large oak. Your first instinct was to heal her and reduce her swelling, but as you went to untie her shoes, you remembered your orders. Instead, you placed your pack under her feet to elevate them and removed her shoes. The cold air would help as much as it could.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. 

“Don’t apologize,”

“But it’ll take days and days for us to get there like this,” her fingers fiddled with her coat sleeve.

“And? If I had to travel like this a week before my due date, I would’ve made us stop during the first hour,” You rested a comforting hand on her shin while you squatted in front of her.

“No. No, you wouldn’t have. You’re strong, so much stronger than I could ever be. Always have been,” Her eyes bore into your own.

You gently massaged one of her ankles while avoiding her eyes. Even in their intensity they were still shockingly dull, lifeless. It unnerved you to the very core. Obito took his place only a foot or so from you, facing the road, his arms crossed and guarded. He looked between the two curiously, before returning his attention elsewhere. 

“We’ve led completely different lives; had completely different challenges. We’ve needed different kinds of strength for them. Don’t compare us to each other, and don’t think low of yourself… You’re absolutely incredible to be doing what you’re doing now,” 

She sighed out shakily and broke eye contact, a fleeting hint of warmth returning. “Thanks,”

A horse cart that had been on the horizon when you sat inched closer. Now, you could hear the stomping of hooves and the wheels grinding against the gravel. Obito eyed them warily as they approached. “We should start moving again. I don’t want them to stop to ask if we need help,”

You nodded your assent and slowly helped her back into her tight shoes. Hina didn’t complain, but you could see how swollen her feet were. She accepted your hand and you hoisted her up. The three of you returned to the road and slowly continued. 

The clomping of hooves only grew louder until an older man in a wide brimmed straw hat steering the horse was upon you. He had a piercing ice-blue gaze that scanned over the three of you. Your chest tightened when you accidentally made eye-contact with him. His eyes narrowed, the heavy lines around them intensifying. He didn’t say anything, nor did he stop, but he held eye-contact with you the whole way he was passing.

You held back a shiver and maintained your composure, all the while anxiety surged through your being. You glanced back periodically, until the man was out of sight, but not once did he look back at you. Hopefully, that was a good thing. 

Obito remained on edge enough for the three of you throughout the day. He remained in constant vigilance, taking watch and scoping out areas each time you stopped, which was often. He didn’t speak much, but neither did either of you. The energy around Hina was a black hole; sucking in energy and emotion from the surrounding area in her grief and exhaustion. It seemed her relief was short-lived.

 By the time the sun was setting in the sky, you and Obito decided it was time to make camp with a shared look after witnessing Hina’s increasing pain. She hobbled, one hand on her belly and the other tightly gripping the large stick you had picked up for her as a makeshift cane. She didn’t have to say a word for the two of you too see she was close to collapse.

With a nod, Obito hurried ahead of you and scoped the area. You were a little closer to civilization than comfortable, but it would have to do, even if just for a few hours. Moments later, he returned from the patch of trees ahead of you and nodded once to you. He waited while you two caught up to him, and took the tent from your pack as you passed. He led the two of you to a more hidden spot, easily camouflaged from the main path. 

You helped him set up the tent as quickly as possible, since Hina decided it would be best to sit down in the tent; unsure of her ability to get back up after she had settled. She climbed in and fell to her side, loudly sighing out of her mouth. She was immobile after that. She only let you scoot her further to one side and elevate her feet before her eyelids fluttered shut. 

You went to the mouth of the tent and sat beside Obito, whose eyes flickered between trees every few seconds. You sighed yourself, putting your hands behind your back to rest your weight. You looked up at him, watching as a cold breeze lifted a few stray hairs from his forehead. He looked at you then, scanning you over with concern. 

“Are you feeling okay?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah, just a little tired from not sleeping last night,” 

He nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll stay out here while you get some rest,”

You half smiled. “Trying to get rid of me already? I just sat down,”

He didn’t say anything, but you could see a smidgeon of tension fall from his shoulders. You looked into the tent at Hina sleeping soundly, and let some of the weight you had been carrying through your travel fall. Even if they weren’t the best conditions, you were sure this was the first time she would have a deep sleep since her husband was murdered. 

“Do you miss Hikaru?” 

A new weight instantly settled in the place the other had fallen from. In that moment you realized you had hardly thought of him. Guilt stirred in your gut to mix with the realization that you did miss him. “Yeah, I hope he’s okay without me,”

Obito huffed through his nose and looked around again before returning to your form in the dimming light. “I’m sure Kakashi’s been good with him. He’ll be okay,”

“Kami, I hope so. I don’t think he knows much about little kids,” 

Obito sniggered. “I bet Kakashi’s taught him how to read with Icha Icha,”

You playfully shoved his arm. “Shut it,”

He chuckled and a smile curled your pretty lips. Obito’s eyes glanced between them and your eyes, his own smile soft. “There it is. It’s been a long day without your smile,”

Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat. He backed away a little, surprised by his own statement. He cleared his throat and looked back out ahead of him. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye while you waited for your brain to compute a response.

A warmth blossomed in your chest and your smile widened, showing your teeth off to him. “I think you just made my year. That has got to be one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me,”

He grumbled and you giggled. You propped yourself up on your knees and took his cheek in your hand, forcing him to turn his flushed face to you. He couldn’t help but meet your bright eyes, no matter how much he wanted to walk away from his utter embarrassment at having let such a personal inner thought slip.

You came closer so your face was only inches away and his lungs failed him. The moment lasted an eternity, your sweet expression so close to his erasing his ability to think clearly. His attention caught your eyelashes fluttering as you closed your eyes. You pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, your lashes tickling his skin for the sliver of a moment your warm lips stayed against his chilled skin. 

You pulled away and giggled at his dumbfounded expression, but you spoke to him with the same tenderness you had just displayed. “Thank you,”

Your hand dropped from his cheek and gently patted his knee. “I’ll go rest. Wake me before the night is over so that you can sleep before we start up again, too, alright?”

It took him a long time to formulate a nod, and when he did you took your leave, looking over your shoulder one last time before zipping the tent closed. 

Part XVII

Tag List: @mostlyunsure, @humongousdreamlandbear, @ichaichahatake, @mandy-yeager, @detectivestucks

[fandomsnstuff]

Day 5 - Bones

It's my birthday so i think you should read this fic (and the others, if you want) and be nice to me :3

@blupjeansweek

Read it on AO3

Summary: Lup commits a crime but she swears she has a REALLY good reason

It's nearing 6am, the sky is just beginning to turn orange, and Lup's been digging since eleven. She's sweaty, exhausted, and covered in dirt. Barry better know what he's talking about, because if she went through all this only for the ritual not to work, she'll kill him. She doesn't care if he's already dead.

She pauses for a moment to give her aching back a short reprieve.

Why did she have to buy the murder house? "It has a story," she said. "It has character," she said. "It's in a good neighbourhood," she said. But who is she kidding? She bought the house that a guy had been murdered in years ago because it was cheap and nobody else seemed to want it. It didn't take long to find out why. The place was haunted as hell. The murdered guy was mad about being murdered and kept scaring people away, but Lup's no quitter. She and Barry fought not just a battle of wills, they fought a war. He wanted her out so he could sulk, she couldn't afford any other house in the area. They eventually came to a tentative truce. Then they started talking, and then Lup was in a lot of denial, but seeing as she's committing grave robbery to complete a ritual that Barry's "pretty sure" will work, she has to admit that she has a stupid crush on the fucking ghost.

Her shovel hits wood with a hollow thunk, and she could cry in relief. She tosses the tool aside, and uses her hands to brush away the dirt on top. Barry said his mom is a simple woman, who always talked about getting buried in a plain box and not getting embalmed, so they were hoping she'd done the same for her son. Cleared of dirt, Lup finds exactly that. A plain wooden box. She grabs her shovel and brings the edge down on the box. After a couple good whacks and a few silent prayers to no one that there isn't a groundskeeper around to hear it, she's able to pull away enough of the lid to get at the remains inside. It's nothing but bones and a tattered suit. She takes a cloth bag from her back pocket and carefully removes the bones from the casket. She ties the bag to her hip, then climbs out of the hole and flops back onto the grass with a heavy sigh.

She doesn't dare stay there for long. She's already been here for way longer than she wanted, and the sun is on its way up. Fortunately, even though she wasn't able to find the "dig a hole" kind of magic in the old tomes she dug out of a dusty chest, she did find the "move dirt back into a hole" and "make grass grow" kind of magic, so she's able to cover up her crime and hustle her ass out of there.

Back home, she's in the basement with the carpet torn up, revealing a stain on the concrete that no one's ever really been able to get rid of. Runes have been carefully drawn in a perfect circle, centering on that spot. She's lit only by candles and the faint blue glow that comes off of Barry's spectral form as she arranges the bones in the middle of the circle.

"Perfect," he says, "that's perfect. Okay, I think we're ready."

"You think?"

"I know. I know we're ready. This will work. It has to work."

"It better," she steps out of the circle and picks up the old leather bound book they found deep in the attic, "I spent all that money getting your new documents."

"Thank you, Lup. You didn't have to do all this for me. You… you're amazing."

"Don't thank me just yet." She jerks her head towards the circle, "get in there."

Obediently, Barry moves so he's floating just above his bones. Lup looks down at her marked page in the book, at the words she's been practising over and over for months. She was never great at latin, but now she has to be. She takes a breath and starts the ritual. All she has to do is read the lines again and again until it's over. Until, hopefully, the spectre and bones are replaced by a living, breathing Barry.

On the first round, Barry's glow gets brighter. On the second, his bones start to glow. Third, the runes light up. Fourth, the candles start to flicker violently. Fifth and sixth, Barry's spectre starts to lower towards his bones. Seventh, he disappears into them and there's a flash of bright light. Eighth, there's a body in the middle of the floor now, but his eyes are closed and he's not moving. Ninth, his chest starts to rise and fall almost imperceptibly. Tenth, Barry inhales sharply, his eyes snap open, and all the candles go out.

It's pitch black. Lup stops reading. She can hear breathing, and it's not her own. She whispers, "Barry?"

"Yeah," he responds, "I'm- I'm here. Can we turn the light on?"

Lup drops the book and stumbles to the wall, feeling blindly for the switch. She winces when it turns on, having to take a moment to let her eyes adjust from one extreme to another. But when she blinks the spots out of her eyes, there he is. Sitting butt naked on the concrete floor is Barry Bluejeans in the flesh.

"Uh, Lup," he says, "could you- the robe?"

"Oh, right." From their table of supplies, she grabs his glasses and the robe she bought for him just in case old taboo resurrection rituals didn't take clothes into account. He wraps it around himself then starts trying to stand. He's a little wobbly, so Lup grabs his arm to steady him.

He's warm.

"Here," she unfolds his glasses and hands them to him.

He puts them on and looks around. "Can we go upstairs?"

"Of course."

She helps him up the stairs, and takes him out into the backyard. He takes a deep breath and looks at her, "it worked."

"It did."

"Lup, you're a genius."

"Glad you noticed, but you're the one that figured out the ritual."

"Run away with me."

She pauses. "What?"

"Lup, I- god, I'm being an idiot right now, but I like you so much, and I think we make a great team, and I can't stay here, but I want to stay with you." He shakes his head. "I'm sorry, this is stupid, the whole reason we even talked was because you wanted to stay in the house, I shouldn't have-"

"No," she cuts him off, "I mean yes. Yes and no. It's not stupid, and honestly I stopped giving a fuck about the house ages ago. Let's run away. We can live in a shitty apartment and you can work your way back up to a PhD and we can complain about people together and one day we'll get a house that no one's ever been murdered in and no one ever will be murdered in."

He smiles at her, and he's so much more handsome in flesh and blood. "I like the sound of that."

She leans her head on his shoulder and admires the gardens. "Do you think I could charge extra for the house since it's been ghost busted?"

"I don't think anyone will want to live where a ghost busted."

[rinwellisathing]

Papa Bhaal's House of Horrors: Part 2

The basement of the homestead was split into two rooms, one glowing ominously red beneath the door, the smell of incense and blood and muffled chanting audible from the inside, but the door Orin approached was a more modern door, sterile and metal. The scent of chemicals was heavy in the air. Orin gripped the door handle and pulled it open with some effort, her small body finding it quite a chore, skinny little arms built for speed, not strength. Inside the room, the tile floor had a reddened drain in the center and several metal gurneys and tables were placed throughout the room.

Orin watched as a tall, beautiful woman examined a test subject laid out on one of the gurneys. Her short black hair was sleek and straightened, styled close to her head. Her dark brown, nearly black eyes peered intently down at her project from behind a pair of safety goggles and obsidian scales framed them against her dark brown skin. She wore a long, white labcoat over scrubs and at her hip was a belt pouch with scalpels and syringes strapped into it.

Orin grinned wickedly as her eyes scanned the room, staring at the various cages lining the wall. A plethora of different creatures and people filled them, most with their eyes bandaged, though some sprouting scales. Bloody bandages wrapped several of them and each cage had a chart attached to it. “Slaughterkin, Jackal is bringing guests! We must return to the dining room!” Orin called out to her.

The woman looked up and frowned. “Orin, dear, you need to wear PPE when you're in my lab. This is exactly why Sentry isn't allowed in here anymore.” “But the sweet blood sings to me, sister. It calls in a slaughter-sick melody like a lullaby.” Orin grinned, leaning back against the door of the lab, her white eyes wide and flashing. “Well, these chemicals are dangerous and we wouldn't want you dead before father's grand plan is recognized, yes?” She replied, expertly pulling a syringe from her pouch and injecting her current subject with it before discarding it in a closed bin and neatly striding across the room to join Orin.

As the two stepped out of the lab and the elegant woman closed and locked the door, A much taller, more imposing figure stepped out from the opposite room to meet them. He was a towering being dressed in simply a pair of black pants and steel toed work boots. He was slowly pulling a simple red flannel back on and beginning to button it up, covering bleeding wounds across his body. “Orin, Desdemona...” He inclined his head to them, his voice a haunting growl as he walked past them towards the stairs. ---- As the drow led Jaina and Wyll up the winding, rocky path towards the large house, they could see a beautiful elven woman tending a huge garden plot. The ground and even up onto the house proper was carpeted with mushrooms. A few feet from that were rows of beautiful flowers in purple, pink, and white. Trees grew around the property, which Wyll recognized as Oleander from his time traveling around the Sword Coast. The woman noticed the attention to her garden and turned her pretty head with a wide smile. Her blue-black eyes seeming to light up at the sight of company, long black hair flowing behind her as she stood and approached. “Why, Jackal! I didn't know you had friends.” She cooed teasingly. Her denim overalls were stained with soil and grass, but somehow her light white blouse was immaculate and looked to be silk. She wore a wide brimmed white hat with a red ribbon around it and a pair of red gardening gloves, which she began to remove as she genially held out a thin, delicate hand that didn't seem suited for the heavy work of gardening. “Tomi Kisaragi.” She introduced herself, extending her hand. “I'm sort of the lady of the house, being the eldest sister and all. Make yourselves at home!” “Thank you, Miss Kisaragi.” Jaina smiled as she and Wyll took turns shaking the elf's hand. “We really appreciate this.”

“Your brother was kind enough to offer us a place to stay and a ride into town in the morning. Your family seem like good people.” Wyll added. “Oh no, they're all just awful!” The elf giggled as Jaina and Wyll exchanged uncomfortable looks before each managing an awkward laugh. Surely she was joking? As they made their way towards the house, Jaina leaned towards Wyll. “This is just that country humor people talk about, right?” Wyll nodded uneasily. “Of course it is, it must be.” Once they had gone inside, Tomi turned to Jackal and placed her hands on her hips. “Well I certainly hope you had a sending to Orin so she could warn the others, because she certainly didn't make her way to me.” She gave him a withering look. “Every day I wonder why I don't just slip a little treat from my garden into your food, my dear brother.” “Cause you need me. The family needs me. I'm the only one that hunts anymore since Sentry's busy with his little plaything and Gary is going off the deep end. Who the fuck knows what Gabraela is up to, barely leaving her room.” Jackal replied under his breath, looking up to a darkened bedroom window on the attic floor of the house where an imposing silhouette nearly filled the frame.

--- “Time to get dressed boys, there's company.” Des rapped loudly on Gary's bedroom door. “And the only reason I don't throw this door open is because I've got Orin with me. So hurry up and get downstairs.”

Gary turned his head towards the door, pausing mid-thrust, his grip on Enver's throat tightening. Sentry's eyes flicked towards the door, but he didn't raise his head from the human's throbbing cock, currently deep in his throat. His gaze flicked to Gary as if asking him if they had time to finish up, even as he felt Enver's fingers tangling in his hair, urging him onward.

Gary shrugged and kept pumping his hips, forcing Enver to bend lower over Sentry as he did. “We'll come down when I'm finished!” He growled by way of response. His nails dug in enough to just begin to draw thin rivulets of blood. Sentry tucked a strand of silver hair behind his ear and fully lowered his head, his pointed tongue running all the way along the underside of Enver's shaft as the head of the human's cock buried itself in the back of his throat. His tail wagged eagerly as the walls of his throat contracted pleasantly around the member. Watching with rapt attention were a dozen corpses chained to the wall and torn apart in various ways. Most of them were carefully and methodically flensed and flayed, various organs removed, missing eyes or tongues, exhibiting the scar patterns of a lightning strike in places from Gary's storm magic. But then there were a few newer ones, four at least, who looked as though they'd fallen into a crocodile's lair, chunks of flesh torn out, limbs ripped away leaving bloody shreds in their place, bones gnawed and snapped. Both Sentry and Enver knew that Gary's mind was starting to slip occasionally, but neither chose to acknowledge it. He was still brilliant, terrifyingly so, but there was something so unsettlingly feral beginning to appear in his behavior.

---- “Hey, Wyll, does that logo look familiar?” Jaina asked, pointing out a faded stamp across a wooden crate stacked in the corner of the home's large, old fashioned kitchen. Her pale eyes narrowed as she squinted to try and read it. “Iron Throne Mining Company.” Wyll read, hands on his hips. “That was the company who all those mines collapsed on and killed a ton of workers a couple decades ago. They said it was a business rival from Amn trying to sabotage them and my dad said they got a ton of government kickbacks as a result...Turned out they were covering up some seriously unsafe operations with that little story.”

“Ah yes, I still remember hearing their screams down there in the dark.” A deep voice echoed behind them and the two whirled around to find a hulking man in a simple red flannel, well made khakis, and a pair of massive steel toed work boots. His head was shaved and he had stern, intimidating features, eyes burning with something they would almost call evil. “Um....what an ominous thing to say...” Wyll managed, taking a step back. He looked to Jaina as if to ask if she really still thought staying here was a good idea. She returned his glance, her wide eyes and fearful expression telling him she was regretting it every second. “Oh, don't mind father, he was down there, you know.” The pretty elf from before walked in behind the older man, pressing a hand gently to his arm. “Shell-shock is quite a thing, you know! It can change a person, warp their mind.” She gave an exaggerated look of sympathy up at the man and then gestured towards the long wooden table, covered with an antique red tablecloth and already set for dinner. “Please, please come sit. The food will be ready shortly.” She encouraged. As Wyll and Jaina approached the table, they were joined by a little girl of about twelve years old dressed in a homemade red dress, stained with dark splotches. Jaina found herself hoping it was just soda...or maybe some kind of sauce. The tablecloth had a few similar stains on it, so maybe it could be. Their concerns were interrupted as heavy footfalls announced the arrival of another member of the family, a very tall older tiefling woman in shabby work clothes, her long white hair pulled back in braids. She gave them a cold, empty stare as she stalked wordlessly to the table and sat down in one of the empty chairs across from the couple, her scowling face a network of scars and lines. Her eyes were a vivid, haunting shade of purple.

“Ah! Gabraela! I'm glad you've decided to join us tonight! This is Wyll and his companion Jaina! They're going to rest up a bit here until Jackal can drive them to town in the morning.” Tomi beamed as she crossed the room and began to gather food to set on the table. The tiefling snorted. “Why not just have Kar'niss take them?” Jaina just barely caught Tomi's perfect smile twitch and nearly falter. “Because, my dearest sister, that would require us bothering Ketheric and we don't want to pester him when the poor man is trying to relax after work.” Her voice was so sweet it was strained. Something was off. --- The door to the dingy little pawn shop rang as Alfira stepped slowly through the door, her comfortable canvas sneakers kicking up dust as she went, peering at the various shelves of junk that surrounded her. Old toys, out of style clothing, dusty old books. “Oh thank the gods it's you, Alfira. Please tell me you're here for cassette tapes. Sentry just keeps bringing them here every week. I told him I'd physically throw him out of the store if he brought me anymore.” Rolan fussed as he walked up to the counter to greet her. “Oooh the weird tall guy? I don't think you could lift him, Rolan.” Lakrissa grinned as she stepped up beside Alfira. She turned to look over a small selection of bedraggled amateur taxidermy animals before absently adding. “Hey isn't he also part of that weird family in the big house out in the woods? Do you know anything about that?” “Sentry is about as fond of answering questions as I am of prying in his business, so no.” Rolan replied bluntly. “We went to school together and we got on well while we were there and once in a while he'll cover drinks at The Waning Moon. That's about the extent of friendship I can tolerate from just about anyone. It's not as if we're having sleepovers in his family's ancient, probably crumbling house. Hells, it's like something out of a dime store horror novel.”

Lakrissa pouted. “Oh, but those are the best kind!”

Rolan gave her a withering look as he directed Alfira to a case containing an eclectic collection of cassette tapes, everything from the latest dance hits to timeless classical instrumentals. She smiled as she ran her fingers over the tapes. “You know, my teacher's collection was as varied as this one back at school.” She murmured wistfully, selecting one and pulling it out for a closer look. “She taught me how to record songs from the radio to make my own too. Hells, I made so many mixtapes in college...” “Why'd you end up back here anyway, Alfira? You were doing really well there it seemed like.” Lakrissa asked absently as she toyed with the sleeve of a battered old jacket. Was that a blood stain? Alfira shifted uncomfortably. “Well...I suppose I didn't really like being somewhere so isolated.” She fiddled with the tape in her hands for a moment. “Anyway...I'll take the lot, Rolan.” She smiled and reached for her wallet.

Rolan rang up the sale quickly and accepted Alfira's gold, passing her the box of tapes with no small look of relief to be rid of them. --- In another life, Zevlor had made a difference in his community, really done something for the people. He liked to think of himself as having been 'one of the good ones' when it came to police work. Sure there were egotistical brutes who liked to shoot first and ask questions later, there were the ones who should never have been given a badge at all. But they had to be the exception, not the rule, right? He had liked to think so at least. And he'd gone right along believing that until the day he approached his superior to inform him the new partner he'd been given had had to be pulled off a teen (who he had beaten quite badly) during a routine traffic stop. The chief had given Zevlor a look of sheer disappointment and asked why he would simply throw one of his brothers in arms under the bus like that? The local force was nicknamed 'The Hellriders' for a reason, after all, one must be willing to ride to hell and back for their brothers, mustn't they? And if not? Well, the door was right there.

Zevlor had barely processed what he was doing before he'd removed his badge and tossed it on the table, the whole afternoon was a blur as he'd walked dumbfoundedly from the station and back to his cramped little apartment. It only took a few days of nasty notes and bricks thrown through his window for the man he'd been seeing at the time to tell him he'd had enough and pack his things. Zevlor left the city not long after, guessing maybe he'd try his luck in Baldur's Gate. One bad bought of car trouble, though, and the repair bills had had him accepting a much less lucrative position in high way patrol between Reithwin County and Waukeen's Rest back in Grove County. It was an abysmal job and one he felt himself continually failing at as more and more missing posters cropped up at the rest stops from the pleasant little suburb of Emerald Grove to Baldur's Gate itself, or just outside in the town of Rivington. He had approached Sheriff Z'rell in Reithwin Town about it, after all, that was where people seemed to lose track of their loved ones most of the time, but she'd simply waved him off and told him to stick to dealing with the roads. Sheriff Z'rell was not a woman most people felt comfortable arguing with and truthfully, after his fall from grace in the good city of Elturel, Zevlor knew when to keep his mouth shut and play his cards close to the chest. What Zevlor knew right now is three of Moonrise County's local color had his attention regarding those disappearances. A pretty young tiefling man with a poisonous personality and an irritating penchant for mocking flirtation, his crude, bully of a brother that drow trapper who was always skulking about the roads, and the intimidating dragonborn who dressed just a bit too nicely for some Moonrise County hick and always seemed ready with money and influence to bail the other two out of trouble, usually with that sleazy, jewel-bedecked human at his side holding a briefcase and a law book like he were justice itself. He stood up from the ruined car by the side of the road he'd been examining. It was a sensible car, most likely belonged to some nice young couple, middle class, out of their element. A few tell tale scrapes along the material of the roof of the car told him at least one of them was a tiefling as well. He supposed he should take down the license plate number, when he could get to a phone he could run it through a few registries for nearby towns and try and find out who it belonged to. For all the good that would do, chances were if they ran afoul of who or whatever was responsible for the plethora of cases already cold in the area, they were out of luck. He cursed under his breath, wondering why nobody ever just stayed by their vehicle and waited for help.

As he moved to get a good look at the license plate, he caught sight of the familiar manor house up on the hill, old and rickety with the out of place balcony high at the top. He knew the other patrolmen warned folks to avoid that place, he knew Z'rell would flip if he invaded her jurisdiction, but if there was a chance he could do this, that he could find these people, be a hero again...it was worth a shot. And with that, Zevlor placed his pen and notebook back in his pack and got back on his motorbike, he'd get as close as he could on the road before entering the woods proper on foot.

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: baby steps)

Remus walked cautiously into the room, moving slow to not startle his husband, who had been standing in the threshold of the parlor for a half hour now. Sirius had his arms folded, one hand under his chin as he continued to survey the scene before him.

Even without asking, Remus knew what Sirius was thinking about.

Mess.

Finger paint on the walls, on the carpet. Paper torn to shreds. There was probably some glue mixed in there as well. A day of arts and crafts gone awry when the fingerprint the muggle craft store swore was washable and easy to remove ended up staining everything in sight, including their two-year-old, who, despite the half hour of scrubbing and the grey-purple bath water, still had stains on his body.

Harry didn't mind.

Remus didn't mind entirely.

Remus put his hand gently on the small of Sirius's back, "Scourgify?"

"Hm?"

"You could try magic. I'm...sure it would work. You don't have to keep trying to clean it by hand."

"That's not it."

"And fingerpainting is off the table until he's older, that was my fault, I--"

Sirius turned his head toward Remus slowly, dark eyebrows furrowed, "I'm not mad, love."

"You've been standing here for a half hour."

"I...I like the view."

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that? Didn't quite hear you?"

A small smile crept onto Sirius's face before he grabbed Remus's hand, pulling him into the parlor towards the window. "Look."

Remus followed Sirius's gesture, looking down to the carpet where clear as day, there was a tiny blue footprint. And another. A baby step. Followed by a blue handprint that went up the wall. Where Harry liked to stand and watch the birds fly by, and the grass grow. It wasn't uncommon for Sirius and Remus to spend an afternoon sat on the ground by that window, listening to Harry's babble and commentary about outside.

"I think I'd like to keep it there."

[sweetsweetjellybean]

This one's for you @boomhauer

Black

Eddie Munson x FemReader Inspired by Black by Pearl Jam

TW: Very Dark. Tiny itty bitty baby smut. Selfharm, violence, death, & just over all angst and sadness.

Special thanks to @loveshotzz for keeping me off the ledge

>>>>

The sky is streaked with the pink and orange of the setting sun as you turn your car's wheels off the pavement to the dirt and gravel road that leads to the old warehouse that serves as your studio. Your gloved hand stabs the key in the lock, and the rusty metal door groans as you force it open. The lights come on with a thud after you flip the switch just inside the doorway. You remove all your clothes except your velvet opera gloves before selecting one of Eddie's shirts that hang on a metal clothing rack. Slipping it over your head, you tie up your hair before moving further into the nearly empty space. The swinging lights above create shadows that move back and forth slowly over the blank canvas in the center of the room. Your toes dig into the softness of the old carpet stained with drops and splatters of dried paint. Patiently you wait for your brain to settle on an image that will soon flow from your fingers, from the brush, from the paint to the canvas recreating the nightmares that still control you. 

The wind moans and whistles as it pushes through the cracks in the drafty walls. The lights flicker, breaking your concentration. The power frequently goes out in the remote building, but when you have nothing to lose, you're not afraid of things that reside in the dark. You peel off your gloves and toss them to the floor before striking a match to light the candles scattered around the room, sitting on top of stacked crates that double as a work surface holding pots of paint and framed photographs of you and Eddie. 

Your agent often bemoans that you choose to work here, offering to set you up in a lovely space in the city. She doesn't understand your need for solitude or why she has to act as a bodyguard at your art exhibitions. Never letting anyone get too close. Answering questions directed to you, like the mother of a shy child. You hate the crowds of people that treat you like a curiosity, the fragile, mentally ill girl that hides her hands and creates dark otherworldly paintings. But these remoras pay top dollar and come away with a little story of your odd behavior to tell their friends while showing off the art they think owning makes them cool and sophisticated.

The candlelight reflects off the glass covering the photographs. Eddie's face is beautiful and smiling but looking at him triggers the screams in your head. The screams from the day six years ago when you lost him. They are becoming louder and louder. Pressing your hands over your ears, you lie down on the floor and curl into a little ball. Tears stream down your face as you plead for it to stop. Flashes of blood and death fill your mind, you're breathing faster, but the air isn't filling your lungs. Your eyes tunnel, and everything goes black. 

The cold from the concrete floor seeping through the thin rug pulls you back into consciousness. Your eyes blink open, and you sit up, causing your head to spin. The panic attacks happen a few times a week, and no amount of therapy or drugs makes a difference. Anything can trigger them, a child's laughter, the light bouncing off a glass, or a familiar smell. So you live alone, in the silence, in the black, counting the hours until you can join him. Standing, you pick up your brush dipping the soft bristles into the creamy red on your palate before moving it to canvas. Sometimes your fragmented mind will offer a brief reprieve from the horror. You'll blink and suddenly be in that open field, the soft overgrown grass curling around your knees as you sit cross-legged on the ground filling bottles with fuel next to Steve and Robin. Then he's there, his warm, rough hand pulling you up. 

"Cover us for a few minutes, Harrington," he calls back to Steve as he pulls you into the privacy of the woods. The tree bark scrapes your back as he presses against you, his frenzied mouth kissing every part of your face before sealing over your giggling lips. His tongue dips inside, and he hums out his pleasure. 

"I love you. You know that, don't you?" He asks, cradling your face in his hands.

"I do," you reply, trying to chase his lips.

"I hate that you're here. I wish you never got involved. That you were somewhere far away where I knew you were safe." Your hands fist the material of his shirt. "Haven't you figured it out yet? I would walk through hell as long as I was with you." His eyes close, and his lips are back on yours, stealing your breath and making you dizzy. Your fingers start to work open his belt. He lays out the blanket he nicked from the camper and folds his jacket under your head. Two sets of hands push down your jeans, his mouth is on your center, and his eyes never leave yours as he watches you come undone. 

"I love you," you sigh as he pushes inside, filling you up, and you're a stupid, stupid girl taking it for granted, not savoring the last moments you'll ever be complete again.

The brush glides furiously back and forth around the canvas before dipping into the purple, the white, the black. The colors mix to reveal the ugly grim nature of the Upside Down. Your hands are moving of their own accord as your mind slingshots back to when it all went bad and turned your world to black. 

Dustin is still. His head hangs down, hands covering his face. The four of you are running towards him, trying not to slip on the dead bats in your path. It isn't until he sees you and starts limping forward, arms outstretched, yelling, "No. Don't come any closer," that you notice Eddie's body on the ground. A scream rips out of your throat. Dustin's arms clamp around your waist, holding you back. 

"Stop. She doesn't need to see him like this. Steve, help me." But Steve is too shocked to act. The adrenaline courses through you, and you push Dustin as hard as possible, sending him to the ground. He yelps and clutches his already injured ankle. The others stop beside him, trying to find the source of his injury. 

Dropping to your knees, you pull Eddie into your lap, screaming and screaming. His beautiful, burnt-umber eyes are wide open, but the light is gone. The wounds on his chest are trickling blood, and you press hands against them, trying in vain to stop the flow.

"Eddie, wake up. You're okay. You're okay." You cry while your blood-covered hands smear more across his face. Hands cover your biceps from behind and begin to pull you away.

"We have to go."

"No. No. I can't leave him." You try using your body weight to pull out of Steve's hold. 

"He's gone. We can't stay here." The ground shakes under you. The other vine-covered trailers are groaning like they may collapse. He tightens his hold, and you keep screaming, trying to hold on to Eddie as he lifts you from the ground. Eddie's body is too heavy, you're not strong enough, and he slips through your hands back to the cold ground. You fight him. You fight as hard as you can. "Nancy, help me," Steve yells. She moves to your other side and grabs your flailing arm, using it to drag you toward the trailer.

"What's wrong with you? We can't leave him. I want to stay. Eddie!" 

They manage to get you to the trailer. Nancy loses her grip, and you grab hold of the chain link that's installed around the door. "Let go," Steve commands, trying to pull you inside. "I don't want to hurt you. Let go." He rips you away. The chain links jagged metal edges cut into your hands. He picks you up from the middle, forcing you inside. "Let me go," you scream, trying to grab anything you can. Your fingers wedge between the glass slats of the window as he carries you past the door. They crack and shatter, slicing your hands. The shards embed into your skin You squeeze your hands into tight fists, driving the glass deeper, mixing Eddie's blood with yours. Steve sets you down but keeps his hands on your shoulders. "You can't stay. You'll die too." He yells in your face. 

"I want to," you say calmly, dragging the glass stuck in your palms down your forearms to the back of your hands. "Stop it." Steve grabs your hands, trying to hold them away from your body. Nancy and Robin rush back into the room carrying more sheets they knotted together, throwing them through the gate. The boost up Dustin getting him through first. Steve drags you to the opening. "You're going. Climb!" 

"No," you scream, trying to escape. "Please!" Dustin yells from above you. "Please. Do it for him." Eddie's love for Dustin is the only reason you comply. It's the same reason you hate him later. Bitterly, you hate them all. You climb hand over hand, driving the glass deeper. 

Lighting flashes outside, startling you. Your hip bumps into the crate, knocking the photo frame to the floor. The black paint has spilled over the edge dripping onto the picture. A cry leaves your lips, and you dive for the photo. Grabbing a rag, you settle on the floor, wiping off the paint before it works its way under the edges of the protective glass. 

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you take in the terrible beauty you've created on the canvas. Your eyes scan the red clouds. You know he's there. He's always there. It wasn't until your first sold-out show that you noticed him. Walking through the gallery after everyone was gone, taking one last look before your paintings would all be gone. He caught your eye as you walked by, his face staring back at you mixed in with the clouds. You ran from painting to painting, finding him in all of them. If they hadn't already been sold, you would have never parted with them, but maybe that was what is meant to be, him living in someone else's sky, forever leaving you behind. Standing, you move closer to the painting, searching, searching. There he is, you smile, your scared fingers hovering over the wet paint. Now that you've found him, you can let him go until the next time.

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i'm rereading the end of tb8 and can you imagine how it would feel to be one of flan's friends then? like you have this friend and she's comforted you through breakups, kept your secrets, always had something clever to say. a good friend.

sure, sometimes people might say things about her or sigh when she tries to stifle a laugh for no reason at all, but they also roll their eyes when they see you wearing pearls to school or when you tell them your favorite musician is some classical composer who died a hundred years ago. of course flan doesn't fit in with the rest of the roewer populace--she's one of you.

but then it's halloween night. youve already thrown up, cried, gotten drunk and whatever else you can and can't remember, but you're shocked into sobriety when you see her. frantically wiping the stains off the carpet. hydrogen peroxide is good at removing blood, right? where does v____ keep it? you're only eighteen. you have your whole life ahead of you. so did adam. lily, put the fucking kettle down! hot water will only make it worse.

and then you don't know when you stopped cleaning but somehow you're at the lake with the rest of your friends, and you can't forget the smell of flesh splattered on neatly-cut grass but flannery can, it seems--except when she remembers, in sudden bursts of clarity, which is almost worse. and you can't always recognize her when you look into her eyes but sometimes you think you can still see dried blood in her fingernails. and it hits you, flannery culp, editor-in-chief of the literary magazine, shakespearean actress, your friend, murdered someone. you love her and for the first time in your life you're scared of her. would that be fucked up or what

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The Many Surprising Uses for Household (White) Vinegar:

People have been using vinegar for thousands of years for everything from food preservation to sanitation! There have even been traces of vinegar found in ancient Egyptian tombs dating as far back as 3000 B.C.! Discover how this one simple household staple is worth more than gold. Learn its many uses and how to make your own. Here are some of the many reasons why you should never be without vinegar. 1. Disinfect wood cutting boards. 2. Soothe a sore throat; use 1 tsp of vinegar per glass of water, then gargle. 3. Fight dandruff; after shampooing, rinse hair with vinegar and 2 cups of warm water. 4. Remove warts; apply daily a 50/50 solution of cider vinegar and glycerin until they’re gone. 5. Cure an upset stomach; drink 2 tsp apple cider vinegar in one cup of water. 6. Polish chrome. 7. Keep boiled eggs from cracking; add 2 tbsp to water before boiling. 8. Clean deposits from fish tanks. 9. Remove urine stains from carpet. 10. Keep fleas off dogs; add a little vinegar to the dog’s drinking water. 11. Keep car windows from frosting up; use a solution of 3 oz. vinegar to 1 oz. water. 12. Clean dentures; soak overnight in vinegar and then brush. 13. Get rid of lint in clothes; add 0.5 cup vinegar to rinse cycle. 14. Remove grease from suede. 15. Kill grass on sidewalks and driveways. 16. Make wool blankets softer; add 2 cups distilled vinegar to rinse cycle. 17. Remove skunk odor from a dog; rub fur with full strength vinegar and rinse. 18. Freshen wilted vegetables; soak them in 1 tbsp vinegar and a cup of water. 19. Dissolve mineral deposits in drip coffee makers, water related appliances and water pipes descaling (video) 20. Deodorize drains; pour a cup down the drain once a week, let sit for 30 minutes, then rinse. 21. Use as a replacement for a lemon; 0.25 tsp vinegar substitutes for 1 tsp of lemon juice. 22. Make rice fluffier; add 1 tsp of vinegar to water once it begins to boil. 23. Prevent grease build-up in ovens; wipe oven with cleaning rag soaked in distilled vinegar and water. 24. Kill germs; mix a 50-50 solution of vinegar and water in a spray bottle. 25. Clean a clogged shower head.; pour vinegar into a zip-lock bag and hang it around the shower head. let it soak overnight to remove any mineral deposits. 26. Shine patent leather. 27. Remove the moldy smell from laundry that has been left in the washer too long; pour 1 cup of vinegar in with the load and rewash it. 28. Make propane lantern wicks burn longer/brighter; soak them in vinegar for 3 hours, let dry. 29. Act as an air freshener. 30. Soften paint brushes; soak in hot vinegar then rinse with soapy water. 31. Remove old, outdated, or unwanted bumper stickers and decals; simply cover them with vinegar-soaked cloth for several minutes. 32. Prolong the life of fresh-cut flowers; use 2 tbsp of vinegar and 3 tbsp of sugar per quart of warm water 33. Prevent Mildew; Wipe down shower walls with a vinegar solution. 34. Soften calloused feet; soak your feet in a mixture 50/50 mixture of vinegar and water for 30 minutes then scrub them with a pumice stone. The dead skin should slough off easily. 35. Treat Acne; start with a solution of organic apple cider vinegar and water at a ratio of 1:8, apply the toner to blemishes and leave on a minimum of 2 minutes. 36. Fertilizer 37. Fixative for dying clothing and DIY Ink. 38. Removes Body Odor Make/Grow Your Own Vinegar Anything that will ferment (turns to alcohol) will, eventually, turn to vinegar. Make a punch from anything containing sugar (berries, apples, grapes, etc.). Let it ferment, then leave it in the open air for a few weeks and it will turn to vinegar. Resources: Uses and Science of Vinegar [Reference Link]

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A Comprehensive Guide to Laying Artificial Turf: Unique Insights and Tips

Artificial turf has become a popular choice for homeowners and businesses alike, offering a low-maintenance, aesthetically pleasing alternative to natural grass. However, successful installation requires more than just laying down the turf. It involves careful planning, precise execution, and attention to detail to ensure a long-lasting, attractive result. This guide provides unique insights and practical tips for laying artificial turf, covering everything from assessing your space and preparing the base to selecting the right materials and maintaining the finished product. 

Preparing the Base

Use Geotextile Fabric

Incorporate geotextile fabric beneath the base material. This fabric prevents weed growth and helps maintain the stability of the base layer. It acts as a barrier, ensuring that soil and debris do not interfere with the artificial turf.

Compact the Base Material

Proper compaction of the base material is essential for a stable foundation. Use a mechanical compactor to compress the base layer evenly. This step minimises the risk of uneven settling and provides a firm surface for the turf installation.

Cutting and Shaping the Turf

Use a Carpet Knife for Precision

When cutting artificial turf, use a sharp carpet knife for clean, precise edges. This tool allows for accurate trimming around corners and obstacles. Ensure your cuts are straight and align with the planned layout to achieve a seamless finish.

Seam the Turf Properly

For large areas, you'll need to sew multiple pieces of turf together. Use seam tape and adhesive designed specifically for artificial turf. Align the edges carefully and press down firmly to ensure a strong bond. Avoid overlapping edges, as this can create visible lines and uneven surfaces.

Securing the Turf

Utilise Turf Stakes

To secure the turf, use landscape stakes, or upins, at regular intervals around the perimeter and throughout the area. These stakes help anchor the turf and prevent shifting. Ensure they are driven flush with the surface to avoid creating bumps or uneven spots.

Infill Material for Stability

Apply infill material, such as silica sand or rubber granules, to the turf surface. Infill helps to support the turf fibres, providing a natural look and feel while adding stability. Spread the infill evenly and brush it into the fibres to enhance the turf’s appearance and performance.

Maintenance Tips

Regular Brushing

Maintain the appearance of your artificial turf by brushing it regularly. Use a broom or a power brush to lift the turf fibres and remove debris. This practice helps to keep the turf looking fresh and prevents matting.

Clean Stains Promptly

Address any spills or stains promptly to prevent them from setting. Use a mild detergent and water solution for cleaning, and rinse thoroughly. For stubborn stains, a specialised artificial turf cleaner may be necessary.

Laying artificial turf can transform your outdoor space into a lush, green oasis with minimal upkeep. By carefully assessing your space, preparing a solid base, selecting the right materials, and following best practices for installation and maintenance, you can ensure that your artificial turf remains vibrant and functional for years to come. Incorporating thoughtful environmental considerations and innovative techniques will further enhance the sustainability and longevity of your turf. 

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How to Stage Your Home for a Quick Sale

Selling your home can be a challenging process, but with the right staging techniques, you can attract potential buyers and expedite the sale. Staging is about creating an appealing, welcoming environment that allows buyers to envision themselves living in the space. Here are some effective tips to help you stage your home for a quick sale.

1. Enhance Curb Appeal

First impressions matter, and the exterior of your home is the first thing potential buyers see. Enhance your curb appeal by:

Mowing the Lawn: Keep the grass trimmed and edges neat.

Planting Flowers: Add colorful flowers or shrubs to brighten the space.

Cleaning the Exterior: Power wash the siding, driveway, and walkways.

Painting the Front Door: A fresh coat of paint can make a significant impact.

2. Declutter and Depersonalize

Buyers need to envision their belongings in your home, so it’s essential to declutter and depersonalize the space.

Remove Personal Items: Take down family photos, personal collections, and any highly personalized decor.

Declutter: Clear out excess furniture, knick-knacks, and items that make rooms feel crowded.

Organize Closets: Buyers often look inside closets, so keep them tidy and organized.

3. Deep Clean Every Room

A clean home creates a positive impression and suggests that the property is well-maintained.

Clean Carpets and Floors: Shampoo carpets, mop hardwood floors, and remove any stains.

Dust and Polish Surfaces: Dust furniture, shelves, and light fixtures. Polish mirrors and glass surfaces.

Scrub Bathrooms and Kitchens: Ensure that sinks, tubs, showers, and appliances are spotless.

4. Make Necessary Repairs

Fixing minor issues can make a big difference in how buyers perceive your home.

Patch Holes and Cracks: Repair any holes or cracks in walls and ceilings.

Fix Leaky Faucets: Ensure that all plumbing fixtures are in good working order.

Replace Burned-Out Bulbs: Make sure all lights are functioning and bright.

5. Neutralize the Color Scheme

A neutral color palette appeals to a broader range of buyers and allows them to imagine adding their own touches.

Paint Walls: Opt for neutral colors like beige, gray, or white. Fresh paint can make rooms look clean and new.

Coordinate Decor: Use neutral-colored decor to create a cohesive look throughout the home.

6. Arrange Furniture for Flow and Functionality

Proper furniture arrangement can make rooms feel larger and more inviting.

Maximize Space: Arrange furniture to highlight the room’s size and functionality. Remove any bulky or unnecessary pieces.

Create Conversation Areas: In living rooms, set up furniture to facilitate conversation and make the space feel welcoming.

Showcase Each Room’s Purpose: Ensure that each room has a clear and defined purpose.

7. Add Finishing Touches

Small details can make a big impact and make your home feel more inviting.

Use Fresh Flowers: Place fresh flowers in vases around the home for a touch of color and life.

Set the Dining Table: Arrange place settings and a centerpiece on the dining table to create a welcoming atmosphere.

Add Cozy Elements: Use throw pillows, blankets, and area rugs to add warmth and comfort.

8. Let in Natural Light

Bright, well-lit rooms appear larger and more inviting.

Open Curtains and Blinds: Let in as much natural light as possible.

Clean Windows: Ensure windows are clean to maximize light and views.

Use Artificial Lighting: In darker areas, use lamps and overhead lights to brighten the space.

Conclusion

Staging your home effectively can make a significant difference in attracting buyers and selling your home quickly. By enhancing curb appeal, decluttering, cleaning, making necessary repairs, and strategically arranging furniture, you can create a welcoming environment that resonates with potential buyers. For expert assistance in staging and selling your home, contact Wilder Perez and the Primo Team. We are dedicated to helping you achieve a successful and swift sale.

For personalized assistance and expert guidance, contact Wilder Perez and the Primo Team today:

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Email: wilder@primoteam.net

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How to Remove Stubborn Stains from Any Surface

Stubborn stains can be a real headache, whether they’re on your favourite carpet, upholstery, or kitchen countertops. However, with the right techniques and a bit of patience, you can tackle even the toughest stains. Here’s a comprehensive guide to removing stubborn stains from various surfaces.

1. Carpet Stains

Common Stains: Wine, coffee, pet urine, and mud.

Method:

Blot the Stain: Start by blotting the stain with a clean cloth to remove as much liquid as possible. Avoid rubbing, as this can push the stain deeper into the fibers. Vinegar and Baking Soda: Mix one part white vinegar with two parts water. Spray the solution onto the stain and let it sit for a few minutes. Sprinkle baking soda over the area and let it dry. Vacuum up the residue. Commercial Carpet Cleaner: If the stain persists, use a commercial carpet cleaner according to the product’s instructions.

2. Upholstery Stains

Common Stains: Food, drink, ink, and pet stains.

Method:

Blot the Stain: Similar to carpets, start by blotting the stain with a clean cloth. Mild Detergent Solution: Mix a few drops of mild dish soap with cold water. Using a clean cloth, gently dab the stain with the soapy solution. Blot with a dry cloth to remove excess moisture. Isopropyl Alcohol: For ink stains, dab the area with a cloth dipped in isopropyl alcohol. Be sure to test in an inconspicuous area first.

3. Hardwood Floor Stains

Common Stains: Water marks, pet stains, and scuffs.

Method:

Vinegar and Water: Mix equal parts white vinegar and water. Lightly dampen a cloth with the solution and gently rub the stain. Dry the area thoroughly with a clean cloth. Baking Soda Paste: For tougher stains, make a paste with baking soda and water. Apply to the stain, let it sit for a few minutes, and then gently scrub with a soft cloth. Wipe away the paste and dry the area.

4. Kitchen Countertop Stains

Common Stains: Coffee, wine, and food spills.

Method:

Granite or Marble Countertops: Make a paste with baking soda and water. Apply the paste to the stain, cover with plastic wrap, and let it sit overnight. Wipe away the paste with a damp cloth. Laminate Countertops: Use a mixture of mild dish soap and water. Scrub gently with a soft brush or sponge, then wipe clean with a damp cloth.

5. Tile and Grout Stains

Common Stains: Mould, mildew, and soap scum.

Method:

Baking Soda and Hydrogen Peroxide: Make a paste with baking soda and hydrogen peroxide. Apply to the stained grout, let it sit for a few minutes, then scrub with a toothbrush. Rinse with water. Vinegar Spray: For tile surfaces, spray white vinegar and let it sit for a few minutes. Wipe clean with a damp cloth.

6. Clothing Stains

Common Stains: Grease, wine, coffee, and grass.

Method:

Pre-Treating: Blot the stain with a clean cloth. Apply a pre-treatment stain remover or a mixture of liquid laundry detergent and water. Let it sit for a few minutes. Washing: Wash the garment according to the care label instructions. Check the stain before drying, as heat can set the stain. Repeat the treatment if necessary.

General Tips for Stain Removal Act Quickly: The sooner you address a stain, the easier it will be to remove. Test First: Always test cleaning solutions in an inconspicuous area to ensure they don’t damage the surface.

Blot, Don’t Rub: Rubbing can spread the stain and damage the material. Use Cold Water for Protein Stains: Hot water can set stains like blood, milk, or eggs, so always use cold water.

Hiring a professional house cleaning service is a great way to save time and make house cleaning less of a chore. After all, they are professionals and have the necessary tools and equipment that you may not have access to. Plus, they have the time to dedicate to cleaning. If you’d rather spend your time doing something more enjoyable, consider booking an appointment with GreenLeaf Cleaning, the most reliable and efficient house cleaning service in London.

If you require assistance with domestic cleaning, our GreenLeaf London Cleaning Company will be delighted to provide this service, as well as one-off cleaning and spring cleaning. We understand the importance of a clean and healthy home and are committed to providing the highest quality of service. Our experienced team of cleaners will ensure that your home is spotless and sparkling.

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Varieties of carpet cleaning

There square measure a spread of various ways that to scrub carpets. A number of the foremost common sorts of carpet improvement embody a number of improvements,Encapsulation improvement, Dry cleaning, and Steam improvement. The sort of carpet improvement that's best for you may rely on your carpet, your setting, and a recommendation from the carpet manufacturer. Down below are some methods of carpet cleaning.

 Hot water extraction- This method is often confused with the term 'steam cleaning' that uses machinery that sprays a tough situation and detergent inside the carpet and takes out at the side of any unseated and solvate dirt. Several specialists advocate plight extraction as the handiest carpet clean-up methodology. Hot water extraction instrumentality is also a conveyable electrical unit. For big jobs, truck mount carpet cleaners with long hoses are also used, as this could be quicker and more practical than transportable instrumentality.

 Vacuum washing- Vacuum laundry employs a washed that sprays water at the same time as now no longer detergent and except delay eliminates it with the aid of suction, developing a swirl of water. This ensures immoderate enhancement performance, extracting the Dust from the carpet to a depth of 0.5 in. The drying time is pretty shortened by barring lengthen reabsorbing the wash water. This methodology is excellent for intermediate and most important improvement. As a result, it does no longer favorenchancment merchandise, and it leaves no detergent residue. Vacuum laundry has extended been in use in Europe, generally in massive train and bus firms, schools, and historical protection.

 Stain removal- At one time, tea leaves and reduced grass had been used for flooring improvement, to acquire mud from carpets, albeit with risks of stains. Lemon or ethanedioic acid or hartshorn oil were changed with ink, little bread or grease fat with turpentine or ox gall or pipeclay, and dissolving dealers were blanketed as regular cleaners. Ammonia and chloroform have been counselled for acid discolouration. Benzol and alum were recommended for disposing of insects. Filters and substances like cat litter are nevertheless frequent for putting off infestations. Candle wax is eliminated by inserting a towel over the affected carpet space and applying steam from a garment iron until the wax absorbs into the towel.

End thoughts- There are some effective methods that people nowadays prefer to use to get their stuff cleaned, but if this doesn't seem satisfactory enough, then there are even more options to choose from to get your stuff cleaned by means of carpet cleaning.