#handcarved Door

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Unique Artisan Doors, Carved Custom Barn Doors

Custom sliding barn doors are a huge statement decor in luxury homes, be it farmhouse chic or urban minimalist interiors. Functional art, using artisan carved panels and incorporating them into interior doors, closets, library or study, gives the house an old world character, connecting to your roots and learning from the past. Hand carved, the tree of life doors, which carries the energy of…

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Hand carved entry door. Made with walnut, river rock and glass. Custom made by Hughes Woodwork

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The Tree of Life Doors: A Symbol of Connection and Eternity

One of the most powerful and healing motifs that we find in carvings and paitings is the Tree of Life. This ancient symbol, found in various cultures around the world, also known as the Gaia tree or the tree of dresms represents the interconnectedness of all life, the eternal bond between the physical and spiritual worlds.

Tree of Life doors from India also know as the Kalpavriksha tree is seen carved on walls of temples, palaces, and spiritual retreats. The Bodhi tree is where Buddha became an enlightened soul. The tree usually depicted with expansive branches, filled with leaves, flowers, and birds of paradise or other creatures, all handcarved with exquisite detail. The roots, deeply embedded in the earth, signify grounding and stability, while the branches reaching towards the sky represent aspiration and spiritual growth.

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content: draco/harry, that very devoted draco we all love, lots of feelings about harry's less than nice childhood

for @shealwaysreads who asked for the Knight of Pentacles + Drarry. i don't know how it happened but i accidentally made this so much sadder than it was necessary. sorry for the sads! for my Tarot Card Drabbles series

[for easier reading:

Draco had told himself time and time again, he would never perform Dark magic.

And truth be told, the Key isn’t Dark, though it has the potential to aid some very dark deeds.

He works relentlessly. Sweat, blood and tears. He handcarves the Key out of bone, and he tweaks the charms on it for months. 

Finally, he places it in a velvet box, gives it to its rightful owner.

“Will it unlock any door?” Harry asks, voice low. Draco nods.

Their eyes lock, all the words unsaid in the space between them.

No children locked in cupboards ever again.]

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Auditions — ch 3 (of 5) — hunger

[You can start from ch 1 here]

Hajime’s stomach churns. Hunger pangs. He wants Komaeda. To understand him, yes; to survive him, of course. But he also just—wants. He leans in closer— —and Komaeda stiffens, pulling away. Hajime freezes. “S-Sorry. I’m sorry. I got the wrong idea.” “I wouldn’t say that,” Komaeda whispers. “N-No, I—I wouldn’t say wrong. But some things are— And in such precarious circumstance, h-haha!! We… really can’t afford any more risk. Even this, only this, it’s already—” He squeezes his eyes shut, looking pained. “It— Haha!! It wouldn’t surprise me if sunrise brought some horrible revelation. Another murder, or… some terrible secret, dragged into the light.” “...You don’t want to kiss me because it might make someone kill someone.”

[SDR2 SPOILERS THRU CH 4]

There is no discreet way to wrestle a king-sized bed into a one-room bungalow. Especially when the bed in question is a ridiculous four-poster monstrosity, complete with a canopy and a real mahogany headboard and handcarved wooden gargoyles and fucking buttresses, probably.

A little further down the boardwalk, Komaeda watches the proceedings with an air of friendly incredulity.

“Careful,” he says helpfully, just a half-second after Hajime trips on an uneven board and drops the stupid fucking million-pound bedframe square on his foot.

Hajime hisses a curse. “You could help, you know,” he tells Komaeda, only a little bit murderous. “Since you’re clearly not busy.”

Komaeda flashes a glittering smile. “Ohh, I wouldn’t dream of it. I’d hate to tempt fate. If I got involved, I’m sure we’d wind up breaking that bed.”

Hajime does not turn beet-red. He doesn’t. But he does brace the frame against the front wall of his cottage, freeing a hand to wipe the sweat out of his eyes. “Too hot for this shit,” he mutters.

“Maybe if you removed a few layers?” Komaeda suggests.

“Will you stop messing with me??”

“I’m afraid I’ve never been more serious.”

Hajime nearly loses his grip when a new voice rings out from directly behind him. “Whatcha doin’, Hinata-kun?”

…Owari. Of course. Why would anything ever be easy? Hajime lets his forehead fall against his front door with an audible thunk. “Just, uh. Just moving this bed.”

“How come?”

Great question. Why indeed? “For more… space?”

Owari looks impressed. “You must be an awful active sleeper! You runnin’ laps in yer dreams or somethin?”

“Maybe Hinata-kun is undertaking a new training regimen!” Komaeda says brightly. “If you ask nicely, he might invite you, too!”

“No,” Hajime says loudly. Owari is amazing and all, but he’s seen the ‘battle scars’ that Nidai would proudly show off after their latest round of ‘training.’ Which, hey, more power to them! But Hajime is made of flesh and blood, not sinew and steel. He’s pretty sure Owari would snap him like a twig before she was finished warming up. “No training. I just… wanted more space. For sleeping.”

“Huh,” Owari muses. Then she shrugs. “Guess it takes all types! Say, you need a hand with that thing? Or is this part of your training?”

Oh, thank god. “Please. Yes. Thank you. That would be great.”

###

Sonia’s bed is several orders of magnitude more comfortable than Hajime’s, which might feel offensive if it wasn’t so obviously correct. But he doesn’t even get the chance to take it for a test-drive. Just a few hours later, Monokuma announces that they’ve gained access to another island. And a few hours after that, they’re in the Funhouse.

###

‘Funhouse’ is something of a misnomer. Hajime has never had less fun. Not that he’s surprised. This place is Monokuma’s, and everything Monokuma touches turns to dust.

There's nothing to eat. There's nowhere to go. No exit, no hope. Nothing to take your mind off the hollow ache gnawing at your gut. Only bright lights and blank walls and watching the second-hand tick-tick-tick around the clock. The fraying threads of this miserable excuse for a life, tick-tick-ticking away.

How long can they survive like this? Hajime doesn’t know. What will happen if Owari tries to eat one of Tanaka’s Four Dark Devas of Destruction? He doesn’t know that, either. All he knows is that he’s dying.

And here’s the kicker: he came here of his own free will. All of them did! No one made them board that train. They didn’t have to take the bait, but they did. They always do. Maybe they always will.

…A ‘Funhouse,’ huh? What a fucking joke. Hajime could probably think of one or two things less fun than starving to death, but only because he’s having a really, really, really bad month.

###

Hajime expected the pain. He expected fatigue. But he didn’t know how cold it would feel, starving to death. Digesting himself. Watching his life wither away.

Has he ever been this cold before? If he has, he can’t remember. His thoughts keep coming loose from each other, like dandelion fluff. Like there’s not enough of him left to hold them together. Memory or premonition, effect or cause... Does any of it really matter? Everything feels the same. An endless, airless haze.

The weirdest part is, it feels sort of familiar. The emptiness. When Hajime stares into that vast, unfeeling dark, he can almost imagine that it knows him. That it’s recognizing him, recognizing it. The void, looking back.

“Hinata,” someone says, from a long way away. Chiaki. But Chiaki doesn’t call him Hinata anymore. Does she? No. She hasn’t for ages. “Hinata. Hinata Hajime! Move!! You can’t just— Not after everything! It isn’t fair if you just—”

Oh. She’s upset. Hajime forces his eyes open, squints through his lashes. “...Chi-chan.”

“Hajime,” she breathes. “You scared me!”

“Sorry,” he mumbles. He rubs his eyes, remembering. The fourth island. The Funhouse. A game of malnutrition-chicken in agonizing slow-motion. “Sorry. Don’t worry. I’m fine.”

“Y-Yeah. Of course.” She chews her lip, still studying his face. “Um. We’re… looking around again today. Remember? To try and find the way out.”

Right. Yes. The plan. Getting out of bed. Pacing the halls. Climbing up and down the stairs, up and down and up and down, even though it feels like just sitting up might be enough to kill him. If Hajime falls down the stairs and cracks his skull, is that considered murder? (‘Self-murder?’ He feels like there’s a word for that, but… whatever.) If Hajime self-murders himself, does everyone else get to go home?

But he doesn't want to crack his skull. He just wants to feel less cold.

“Yeah,” he tells her. “I remember.”

###

The light tastes like metal. Screaming-shrill and needle-sharp. It makes him think of hospitals, of blank walls and steel gurneys and waiting waiting waiting. The sheen of the syringe. The inhale before the sting.

It almost feels like he can hear them. The lights. Just the faintest whine at the edge of his awareness, like hearing a mosquito in your room when it’s already too dark to see. Hungry and alive and ever out of sight. It sets his teeth on edge. Hajime would give anything—anything—for just a minute of quiet. He just wants to be alone.

But there’s nowhere to be alone. His so-called friends are everywhere, in every corner of every room. Hajime doesn’t want to see them. He maybe kind of hates them? They definitely hate him. He can see it in their sunken cheeks, their hollow stares. They look angry. Afraid. Like they’re wondering how much of him they could eat, raw and bloody, before their conscience caught up and puked him back out.

…Where is he supposed to be looking today? He can’t remember. Anyway, everywhere feels the same. But he knows which building he’s in, because there are pictures everywhere. (Not pictures. Projections. Pictures made of light.) Pale, tumescent boils all clustered together like rot bursting out of a corpse. The thought makes Hajime’s mouth water. Is that fucked up? Probably.

He’s already checked the library, but he’s already checked everywhere else, too, so. Whatever. He stumbles through the doorway, braces his weight against the jamb.

“Hajime,” someone rasps. “What a nice surprise.”

Oh. Nagito. (No. Hajime doesn’t call him by his first name, at least not out loud. That’s only for people you trust.) “…Komaeda.”

For a second, Hajime is dumb enough to feel happy to see him. Then he remembers that Komaeda has been stirring shit for days. Asking dumbshit rhetorical questions with answers too obvious to say out loud. Wondering, guileless as a baby deer, if it bothers Hajime to be the least-trusted boy in school. To be undisclosed. Undescribed. If there really is a traitor, wouldn’t it make sense for it to be the only outlier…? Not that Komaeda thinks so, of course, but, well, if the shoe fits…

Hajime’s lips peel back from his teeth. Mother fucker. He should just walk away and shut the door behind him.

But Komaeda isn’t laughing at anyone now. He looks shrunken. Dessicated. You can see the blue of his blood through his papery skin. Except… wait. Is blood supposed to be blue?

Hajime’s head tilts. “…You’re cold.”

“Haha. Are you sure you didn’t mean to say that you’re cold?”

“I’m cold,” Hajime concedes.

Komaeda smiles tiredly. “You’re working too hard, Hajime. Come sit with me. We can go through these fascinating files.”

Hajime lurches closer. Braces his weight against Komaeda’s shoulder and then flinches back when his pinky finger brushes the side of Komaeda’s neck. Komaeda’s skin feels cold as ice. “Woah. You’re really cold.”

“And here I thought I was being so hospitable.”

“No, I mean— Here, can I…” Gesturing toward Komaeda’s hands.

Komaeda doesn’t react. But. Not in the usual way. He doesn’t stiffen or pull away, he just—doesn’t do anything. Like he doesn’t know what’s being asked.

“Here,” Hajime says, impatient, and grabs both of Komaeda’s hands. “Okay?”

“I. Ah. Y-Yes, of—course!!” Komaeda’s voice jumps an octave when Hajime raises his fingers to his mouth and breathes against them. “Um??”

Hajime squints at him. Is this not what everyone does when they forget their gloves in winter? “If you don’t, uh. Your extremities. It’s easy to get frostbite, and then it can… Worst-case, you could lose the whole hand.”

“O-Of course,” Komaeda whispers. “I—ah. A terrible fate, to be sure. Though perhaps a blessing in disguise? The rest of you could boil them for soup.”

Ugh. This ‘stepping stone’ bullshit again. Hajime usually takes it pretty stoically, but today it pisses him off. “Will you stop that?”

“Stop… talking? Having hands?”

“Stop trying to die,” Hajime snaps. “You don’t even really want to. It’s not like it’s hard. If you really—” But—no, he realizes halfway. That’s not how you’re supposed to talk to someone about suicide.

(Suicide. That’s the word he was looking for.)

“…I just mean,” he mutters. “You don’t have to… No one here wants you dead.”

Komaeda smiles drily. “No one wants me alive, either.”

“I do.”

Komaeda’s smile stutters.

“So just…” Hajime’s attention drifts. Komaeda’s hands still feel like ice. Hajime presses one to the side of his face, trying to gauge the temperature, but his homeostasis must be all fucked up because it still feels way way way too cold. He changes strategies; reaches up to rest two knuckles against Komaeda's temple. Shit. Komaeda feels crazy fucking cold. “If we just go to bed tonight like normal, are you gonna die in your sleep?”

“Ah,” Komaeda says breathlessly. He sounds unusually out of sorts but, to be fair, they have been starving to death. “I—ah. It’s… not as though that’s unique to me, Hajime-kun. All of us are dying.”

“So you were just gonna—without even—because we’re not gonna eat you, man!”

Komaeda chokes. It might feel like a victory, if Hajime had the strength to feel anything at all. “I—ah—run a few degrees lower than most, in general. So it might not— And besides, my—” He sucks in a breath. “W-Would you let go of my hands??”

Oh. Right. “Sorry.”

“Besides,” Komaeda goes on, more smoothly, “my luck would never let me die so quietly. There are better odds of this entire island getting swallowed by an earthquake. So you really don't need to worry.”

“M’not worried,” Hajime mutters, even though he really is. “…You really just leave everything to luck?”

Komaeda smiles drily. “Whether I do or I don’t, luck wins out in the end.”

“But sometimes it’s bad luck.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Well, fuck that. Sorry,” Hajime remembers to add. “I just mean… Don’t be stupid.”

“…And how would you suggest I do that?”

“Just—” Even as his mouth starts to form the words, Hajime can see that he’s making a mistake. But what else is he supposed to do? Just let Komaeda fucking die? “Just… sleep in my bed?”

Komaeda’s eyebrows twitch. “Like Nanami-san.”

Hajime nods.

“And the estimable Miss Sonia.”

Another nod.

“And you don’t think your girlfriends—”

“Partners.” Hajime is still figuring out what he is to Kuzuryu, but he knows for a fact that the Ultimate Yakuza would kick his ass if he found out that Hajime let Komaeda call him a ‘girlfriend.’ The guy’s got enough complexes as it is.

“‘Partners,’” Komaeda repeats, his voice tinged with some emotion that Hajime can’t quite identify. “You don’t think that your… partners might take issue with that?”

Hajime shrugs. “Bed’s too small for four.”

“...I take it Nanami-san worked her magic on Kuzuryu-san.”

“Something like that.”

“I’m expected in Strawberry Hall,” Komaeda says slowly. “Given my… reputation, my absence might seem a little suspect.”

“Huh? I’ll just say you were with me.”

Komaeda blinks. “That wouldn’t… embarrass you?”

Would it? Hajime thinks about it. “Maybe a little? Not enough to let you die.”

“I wasn’t aware I required your permission.”

“Well. Now you know.”

Komaeda’s mouth ticks up. “Hm. I… hm.” He leans forward, frowning. “You know, if you want to kill me, there’s no need for pretense. I would gladly submit to your—”

“Komaeda!” Hajime bursts out. “Do you want to survive the night or not?”

###

Hajime can’t believe he actually won an argument against Komaeda. He’s so busy patting himself on the back, he doesn’t get around to regretting it until it’s too late. Sonia has already turned in with Tanaka, who she insists is ‘acting strange’ (even though, as far as Hajime can tell, Tanaka has never acted anything but). Kuzuryu is curled up with Chiaki, which means that Hajime doesn’t need to worry about either of them. And Komaeda is—

Knock-knock……kck-kck-ckk!!

—right outside, apparently.

Hajime unlatches the lock to find Komaeda looking unusually uncertain. “…Hey.”

“Hajime-kun!” Komaeda greets him brightly. His smile is clear as glass and just as brittle. “It’s, ah… Haha! It’s… not too late to change your mind.”

Hajime frowns. Until today, he’d sort of got the impression that Komaeda was more-or-less immune to discomfort. After all, he clearly didn’t mind being bound and gagged and blamed for everything that ever went wrong. Right now, though, Komaeda looks undeniably embarrassed.

“Back at you?” Hajime tries. “Look, just… make yourself at home. If you want.”

He deliberately turns his back as Komaeda slowly, reluctantly shuffles in. It gives him an opportunity to wriggle out of his pants without making eye contact.

“—Um??” Komaeda squeaks.

Hajime rolls his eyes. “I’m not gonna fuck you, if that’s what you’re scared of. I am honestly just trying to keep you alive.”

“A-Are you quite sure?”

Hajime stares.

“No, I’m sure you’re right,” Komaeda mumbles. “An unworthy wretch like me could never— And with such a potent wellspring of— Besides which, such good fortune could only portend disaster.”

“Uh. That’s not—” Hajime swallows hard. “Did you… want me to fuck you?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Komaeda breathes. “Such impertinence is far beyond my reach. A radiant beacon of hope and a, a, a sniveling worm like me could never— And with you already so exhausted, I— Such heights of selfishness would never—”

Paradoxically, Hajime feels himself relax. This, at least, feels familiar. “Komaeda.”

“H-Hinata-kun?”

“Let’s go to bed.”

###

Komaeda lays himself down at the very edge of the mattress, as far as possible from Hajime. His outside-arm hangs over the edge, dangling over empty air.

Hajime rolls his eyes. “You’re acting like you’ve never shared a bed before.”

Komaeda’s eyes flick away.

“Seriously?” Hajime asks, too surprised to be polite. “You don’t have any… I dunno. Siblings, or childhood friends or whatever?”

Komaeda gives him a crooked smile.

“Well," Hajime mutters. "Just… don’t overthink it. I’m just trying to keep you alive. Everyone, I mean,” he adds hastily. “I’m just trying to keep everyone alive. So just… try and stay warm, okay? I really don’t wanna wake up next to a corpse.”

There’s a deafening silence before the sheets rustle. Komaeda, inching closer. Hajime’s heart definitely doesn’t lurch when he feels Komaeda's breath tickle the hair on his chest.

A moment later, a whisper whistles through the surrounding dark. “…Hinata-san?”

“Pffft,” he can’t help but snicker. “Oh, so now you’re formal?”

He can feel the curve of Nagito’s smile against his shoulder. “Well. It’s not as though there’s any distance left to close.”

Isn’t there? Hajime almost says it. “What’s up, Komaeda.”

“Might I make a request?”

Uhh... “What kind?”

“Selfish,” Komaeda answers promptly. “And… possibly dangerous. Or, rather—definitely dangerous.”

Well, now he has to know. “I’m listening.”

“You’re aware of my family situation.”

Right. The whole… meteorite thing. Hajime still has trouble believing it, some days. But it really didn’t smell like a lie. When Komaeda is lying, he makes it sound way more believable.

“And of course you’re aware of how universally repellent I am, in the eyes of my fellow man,” Komaeda continues smoothly. “How instantly, implicitly repugnant.”

“Your people skills could use some work, yeah.”

“So it’s been—ah. I… couldn’t tell you how long, since I last touched another person. By choice, I mean.”

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Hajime barely bites it back. Komaeda might be the scariest person on this island, but for some reason, Hajime doesn’t want to scare him. “Sure.”

“So I—ah. I suppose the favor would be… If it wouldn’t be a bother… And if it wouldn’t, ah, disgust you past the point of nausea—because we really can’t afford the wasted resources—”

“Just get to the point.”

“Then. Ah. Would it be okay if…” Komaeda sucks in a breath. “C-Can I touch you?”

Hajime stiffens.

“I don’t mean— It’s only that I haven’t!! And you’re… s-so warm, and—”

“Yeah,” Hajime breathes.

“—and… Um?”

“Yeah. It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

“I see,” Komaeda whispers. “As expected of Hinata. You’re a very generous person, Hajime-kun.”

Right. ‘Generous.’ Just like he’s been ‘generous’ enough to share his bed with three of the coolest, most interesting people he’s ever met. “Uh huh.”

Ice-cold hands tickle his sternum. Hajime wills himself not to flinch. He can’t trust Komaeda not to draw the cruelest possible conclusion.

Cold fingers brush his collar, coming to rest in the hollow of his throat before tracing the outline of his pectorals, skimming down his ribcage and back up. Komaeda smooths his shoulder with the flat of his thumb, then lingers where his jaw meets his throat. “Your heart is racing,” he observes, almost conversationally.

“Y-Yeah.”

Komaeda studies his face like a mathematician confronted with an algorithm that he still can’t prove. Assessing. Unmistakably curious.

Hajime’s stomach churns. The sting of bile, the heat of thirst. Hunger pangs. Sonia was right; she knew it before Hajime got the chance to see it for himself and he can’t even bring himself to mind. He wants Komaeda. To understand him, yes; to survive him, of course. But he also just—wants. To taste him. To press and prod until he can feel the warmth bleed out of him.

Hajime leans in closer—

—and Komaeda stiffens, pulling slightly away.

Hajime freezes. “S-Sorry. I’m sorry. I got the wrong idea.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Komaeda whispers. “N-No, I—I wouldn’t say wrong. But some things are— And in such precarious circumstance, h-haha!! We… really can’t afford any more risk. Even this, only this, it’s already—” He squeezes his eyes shut, looking pained. “It— Haha!! It wouldn’t surprise me if sunrise brought with it some horrible revelation. Another murder, or… some terrible secret, dragged into the light.”

Hajime blinks. “You don’t want to kiss me because it might make someone kill someone.”

“It really might!!!!”

Cool. Yes. Very normal.

“I-In fact,” Komaeda whispers, “I should probably return to my quarters… Or I could just! Sleep on the ground?”

“Come on. I’m not gonna let you—” Hajime’s thoughts stumble. “Wait. Is that why you sleep on the ground?”

“Haha!! Well!! It’s!! Not as though it’s— And everything evens out in the end, so it’s not as though it’s an inconvenience; the gods won’t let me die with my ledger yet unpaid, not when I still owe so much to—”

“Komaeda,” Hajime says firmly. He shoves in close, presses his forehead hard against Komaeda’s hard enough to hurt. Close enough to kiss him. (He wants you to, his lizard-brain whispers. He’d consider it dangerously lucky. The good-luck equivalent of another bloody murder.

Hajime thrusts it away. You’re not allowed to kiss people who said no, even if their reasons are really stupid.)

“Komaeda,” he says again. “You’re not here because of luck.”

“Ah? But—without such outrageous fortune, I wouldn’t even—”

“Broadly, maybe. But right now? You came here because I made you. That’s not ‘ultimate power.’ That’s just… I dunno. Being agreeable.”

“But—”

“No. Sorry, I mean—if you have something to say, you can say it. But don’t just… I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor.”

“B-But that’s far too—”

“That’s not your fucking luck!!” Hajime bursts out. “Jesus! Just! Let yourself be a person! You can think of it as a, a fucking… hostage situation, if it helps. Or a personal favor. It’s me who’s getting lucky. Not literally.”

“…I was going to say.”

“Well, don’t.”

Komaeda actually laughs. “You’re being very dramatic, Hinata-kun. There’s no mystery to solve here. I’ll just make my way back and—”

Hajime is too tired to argue. He just grabs Komaeda by the cuff of his shirt and yanks. “Just—sleep.”

Komaeda’s expression flickers. “Ah. That—ah—doesn’t seem like a very prudent use of—”

“Will you just go to sleep?”

There’s more that Hajime wants to say, but he’s so, so, so tired. He isn’t sure that he’s ever been this tired. And anyway, there’s always tomorrow. The only thing they have in surplus is time.

“Just,” Hajime mumbles. “Ss-ssss…sssee you inna morning.”

He can feel Komaeda’s laugh, a puff of warmth against his neck. “Good night, Hajime-kun.”

Maybe it’ll be okay, Hajime finds himself thinking. Maybe we’ll just… hold onto each other, and not fuck each other over. Maybe we’ll cling to each other without hurting each other, or killing each other, and then later we can all wake up together. Alive.

But when he wakes up the next morning, he’s alone.

You can read the full series here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/51548557/chapters/130285615

[duunswitch]

She stares at the door for awhile.

There's no reason to be standing here, and she's being weird; she knows she's being weird. He's probably asleep again anyway–the dragon had very clearly been handcarved and he must have been up making it all night given she hadn't seen the thing at all until she opened the box. It probably didn't even mean that much to him in the first place; just a gift for a friend for a belated birthday.

But.

She thinks about mirrors and windows for a moment before Leanne finally takes a step back.

Maybe when he wakes up.

@casketdweller

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Subtle tones form the foundation of the home’s palette, allowing the vibrant textures of antique doors with brass knobs to shine without overwhelming the space. Large windows accented with old Indian arches connect the interior and exterior, merging architecture with the landscape and allowing natural light to enhance the beauty of the space. The handcarved columns and the vintage woods have been subtly patinaed to bring out the textures of the old woods.

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Designing with Bold Brilliant Colors

After years of favoring natural, earthy palettes, the tide is turning in home décor, and bold jewel tones are making a grand return. The 2024 Interior Designers Guild predicts that colors with energy and vibrancy will dominate, bringing life and warmth back into our interiors. Jewel tones like ocean blue, emerald green armoire, Indian red, and fuchsia pink tapestry will take center stage,…

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Designing with Bold Brilliant Colors

After years of favoring natural, earthy palettes, the tide is turning in home décor, and bold jewel tones are making a grand return. The 2024 Interior Designers Guild predicts that colors with energy and vibrancy will dominate, bringing life and warmth back into our interiors. Jewel tones like ocean blue, emerald green armoire, Indian red, and fuchsia pink tapestry will take center stage, allowing homeowners to experiment with a more expressive color palette. Find us At MOGULINTERIOR

When working with these hues, one of the best aspects is how effortlessly they mix with other colors and neutral shades. Deep sea green paired with cream or taupe can create a calming, sophisticated ambiance, while ocean blue and dark coral red can introduce warmth, making any space feel more inviting. Layering these jewel tones with warm woods carved door, brass accents, or textiles like velvet and linen only enhances their depth, adding dimension to the room.

For those drawn to a more eclectic or antique aesthetic, jewel tones in furniture can create stunning focal points. Antique storage cabinets or ornately carved wardrobes in vibrant shades of teal or red not only bring color but also a sense of history and craftsmanship into your space. Consider a vintage Anglo-Indian armoire with detailed carvings and rich, warm hues—it’s the perfect blend of heritage and contemporary flair.

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Handcarved Kamasutra Door, Bedroom, Rustic Wood Panel, Unique Artistic Wall Sculpture, Kama Sutra

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ITEM DROP CHALLENGE

if your character was an npc, what items would they drop when they flee combat/are killed?

3-5 common items (would drop every time )

Lien - After a long night of work at The Dark Throne, it seems his wallet wasn’t as secure as it should’ve been. Tsk tsk, looks like its your Lien now.

Keychain - A tiny, handcarved Jackal. There’s a lot of work and dedication put into the details, but still seems clumsily made in the finer details, can be used as a trade item in The Dark Throne for information.

Flask - A Flask with a Jackal’s face, there seem to be flames around it as well. Its filled with water surprisingly. 

Poetry Booklet - A handscribed journal full of little poems. They come from the heart, and can be used to boost your charisma with those who have a romantic streak in mantle. 

Tiny Jar - Its full of something strong and sharp, with a very heavy kick of spice and fire. Used as a jumpstart of liquid courage before his semblance, collect enough to make a full bottle for a high quality trade item in Atlas to get behind closed doors. It’s so small, it would take at least 30 to make a bottle. The drink in question, once a bottle is made, is called Flickerflame’s Nova.

1-2 rare item(s) ( maybe a 5-7% drop chance )

Dark Throne Keychain - Usually attached to the keys to the Bar, it has another wooden jackal attached to it, as well as a carved, miniature version of the Dark Throne’s old sign before Rory took over. It used to be his Mother’s. His father carved both of these. Can be used to gain entry to the Dark Throne at any time. 

Small Journal - Holds contact information to other bars in Mantle, and one in Atlas. This information seems to be for moving Faunus away from volatile and extreme situations on a dime. Further reading reveals plans to extend a safe haven to the Happy Huntresses as well. 

Throne’s Recipe - 100% Droprate, only if in a Merciful Victory, triggered by Showing the Golden Lighter to Rory in the Dark Throne. It is key to have not killed Avros to obtain the Golden Lighter. Offering the Golden Lighter to Rory at certain points in combat will end the fight. Rory will offer one of the infamous brews of the Throne, favored by other Huntsman. Use on one’s self can give a temporary str and def boost. Throne’s Recipe can be made into 3 bottles at a time in your inventory, and can be given to other Huntsman for information/aid. ( This option will be turned down every time if you have killed Avros. attempts for a merciful victory if having killed Avros, will increase the difficulty in the fight. )

Thronetaker - 100% Droprate, only if in an Aggressive Victory Resulting in Death, triggered by Showing the Golden Lighter to the wolf twins in the Dark Throne after having killed Avros. Thronetaker are updated clawed gauntlets, allowing Rory to channel his semblance into his attacks. Can be altered for other semblances and dust.  Boss Battle consists of 3 bosses, available after level 45 or higher. 

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