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RESTAURO & MANUTENZIONE TENDE - inizi secolo 900 - Pizzo Venezia

• 𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓻𝓸 𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓸 • manutenzione su tendone inizi secolo 900 pizzo Venezia

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most prized secret ft. getou suguru

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sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ : posted this on the wrong blog, but look who’s finally here ! i told y’all i’d post it on tuesday 🤭 never said which tuesday though. it was a long time coming, but i finally delivered. thank you @gayblade & @cu7ie for the help. truly saved this from going in the trenches. happy halloween, everybody 👹

𓆩𖥔𓆪 — disclaimer ! the following contains: getou's a straight up freak, kidnapping, body horror/amputation, mention of blood, wound kissing(?) implied noncon, reader is referred to as “his girl”, but there’s nothing gender specific

𓆩𖥔𓆪 — word count : 3.2k

“These are so pretty ! They don’t even look like they were ever damaged !” the woman exclaimed, gently placing her palm against the glass that separated her from the porcelain doll on the other side.

Getou smiled warmly as the woman marveled at the massive display of antique dolls, her head turning slowly in awe as she explored his workshop.

The last thing anyone would expect Getou Suguru to do for a living was play with dolls. Or at least that’s how it came across when he would casually say he collects and fixes antiques. When he was met with disbelieving stares and surprised “oh wow’s”, he would offer to show them his shop and let his handiwork do all the talking for him. He knew most people found it strange that a grown man would spend time fixing up dolls intended for little girls and lonely old ladies, but there was much more to it than that.

“They are, aren’t they?” he smiled, hands buried into the pockets of his smock as the woman continued to admire the delicate figures. She nodded, mouth agape as she returned to the counter Getou was leaning against. “You really fixed all of these up by yourself?” she asked, eyes unable to stray from the dolls on display for too long. Getou hummed, pushing himself off of the counter’s edge to admire his art. He opened a case, carefully taking out a doll in a white and blue laced dress into his hands, smoothing her honey blonde hair down her back as he gazed at her.

“When these precious things get sent to me, most of them are in pretty good shape.” He muses, rubbing a thumb over the doll’s delicate face. “Some are just a little dirty and faded. Nothing a little soap, water, and paint can’t fix. Others, like this pretty girl here,” he says, gently holding up the figure for the woman to see, “Are stripped of their beauty entirely.” He places the doll back on its display, slowly closing the case once it’s secured safely in place. “Broken with missing pieces, clothing torn; stripped of all their luster and dignity.”

Getou’s expression darkened a bit, his hands lingering on the display handles for a moment longer. “That someone could show such little care to something so delicate; it bothers me,” he said, indignation clear in his tone.

“But, no matter !” he exclaimed, throwing out his arms with a flourish, “I give them all the care they need to be returned to their former glory.” The woman stared, taking in all of what he had said. There was no doubt that he was talented at his craft. Restoring them didn’t seem easy, considering how half, if not all, could’ve been older than either one of them. It was nothing short of impressive.

Her eyes landed on the figurine Getou was previously holding, the doll’s subdued features a stark contrast to the rest of her bright lolita-esque appearance. “Is that one your favorite then?” the woman asked, motioning to the case the doll was in. Getou peeked over his shoulder to where she was pointing before turning back around, a gentle smile on his face as he answered.

“I love all my girls. But,” he paused, turning on his heels slightly. He motioned for the woman to come closer and whispered the last part, as if to not offend any of the dolls. “To be honest with you, there’s one I’m still working on that might just take that spot.”

The woman’s eyes lit up with intrigue as she looked around once more. Getou silently walked behind the counter as her head whipped from side to side in search of his current work in progress. He undid his smock and pulled the paint splattered piece over his head, his long raven hair messily draping his shoulders. The woman approached again as he was pulling his hair up into a more manageable style.

He smiled kindly as she returned, grabbing his apron and wiping his hands on a spot that was relatively clean. “Were you able to find what you were looking for?” he asked playfully, fully aware that the woman was never going to. The woman sighed in defeat, shaking her head with a good natured laugh. “No, but I doubt you’d just have an unfinished project out in the open for all to see, right?” she said, taking one last glance around the many cases in the store.

Getou chuckled lightly as he hung up his apron. “Well, this one’s a bit of a passion project. So it’s for my eyes only I’m afraid,” he spoke over his shoulder before turning to move from behind the counter space. “I like to work on it when I have some free time,” he added, kicking one leg over the other and leaning slightly against the counter’s edge. He stood with his fingers interlocked, a patient smile on his lips.

The woman hummed, catching onto Getou’s silent signal that it was time to wrap up her little visit. “Well, that’s a shame. I’m sure it would’ve been beautiful,” she said, pushing herself from the counter to take her leave. Getou thanks the woman for the compliment, walking her to the store’s entrance. The overhead bell rings as he opens the door for her, the conversation coming to an end with ‘thank yous’ and ‘take cares’ being exchanged.

Getou stands at the store entrance, waving after her until he was certain she was out of sight. With a sigh, he locked the front door and flipped the “open” sign to “close”, signaling the end of his day.

“Now then,” he muttered, walking over to a display far in the back and reaching behind it. A loud click sounded from behind the shelves before it began to slowly swing open, rumbling softly as it did. An engraved wooden door revealed itself from behind the shelf, an intricate design carved into the mantel overhead. Getou dug a key out of his pocket, unlocking the hidden door and pushing it open.

The heavy door groaned as it slowly opened, a steady shhh as the bottom of it dragged across the floor. The inside of the room was barely lit, overcasted in a soft white light. It wasn’t enough to see anything in detail, but it was enough to make out there was indeed furniture. A bitter sweet smell permeated throughout the room. A combination of cleaning products and a faint trace of a sickeningly sweet perfume. Getou clicked his tongue upon the scent hitting his nostrils, his face scrunched up in discontent. He had to remember this room didn’t have the greatest ventilation system and to maybe tone back the cleaning.

Getou reached over to the light switch, slowly turning the dial to an appropriate brightness. The room was cutely decorated, cream colored walls with various accents of soft pinks and white. Pretty stuffed animals and plush throw pillows were scattered freely (but neatly) around the room. It looked like something straight off of a soft girl’s pinterest board.

Well…with the exception of the operation cart and the statuesque person who sat silently in bed in the farthest corner of the room.

“Hello, my love,” he said, his voice soft as he made his way across the room. “I see you’re sitting up today. That’s quite the improvement,” He gazed at you tenderly, his hand gently caressing your face. He placed a gentle kiss on your temple and his lips lingered for a few seconds longer before he moved back, a placid smile gracing his features. You made no motion that would suggest you acknowledged his presence or if you even recognized someone was there to begin with.

You stared far off into the distance, eyes void of any emotion or awareness. Getou tucked his leg under him as he sat on the bed, pulling the medical cart placed beside it closer to his side. An array of medical instruments were neatly lined up on the stainless steel tray, along with various bandages, gauzes and antiseptic cleaning sprays. “Maybe we'll work on using our voice today, hmm?” He asked as he pulled on his latex gloves, watching you intently as they snapped against his skin.

You blinked at the sound, something reminiscent of a flinch. Getou cooed at your – frankly, interpreted – reaction, his hands coming to gingerly cup your face. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, dearest,” he reassured, rubbing calming circles on your cheeks with his thumbs. He adjusted to face you, carefully pulling the blanket that covered you to the side to reveal what should have been your legs.

Instead, there was a white casting that ended right before the knee. Same for your arms, surgical tape wrapped securely around where the rest of your forearm would be. Getou exhaled, cautiously taking one of your legs into his hand. He slowly and carefully unwrapped the material, going over and under in one smooth motion until it was fully unraveled into a pile on the floor. He breathed a sigh of relief upon the sight of your wound. The dark purple bruises along the stitches were clearing up, fading nicely into your natural hue. The stitches themselves also seemed to be faring well, the material less prominent against your skin from when it was first put there.

The wound was in the early stages of healing, your skin starting to mend back together with a fresh scab to aid in the process. Getou rubbed a gloved thumb along the suture before looking back at you with a small grin. “It’s healing really well,” he said, reaching over to grab gauze and saline solution to care for your stitches. He hummed to himself as he wet the cloth, being careful not to over saturate it. “In a couple more days, I’d say these stitches will completely dissolve.”

With his free hand Getou steadied your leg and prepared to clean your wound. He glanced at you one more time. “Alright, you know the drill. If you feel any discomfort,” he paused, giving your thigh a firm but gentle squeeze. “Let me know.” The last bit sounded something like a plea rather than a general statement. You continued to stare flatly at the wall and Getou took your occasional blinks as confirmation that you understood him.

Getou took a deep breath before exhaling, dabbing the damp gauze along the stitches. Once it was thoroughly cleaned, he took a dry gauze and patted it dry. He quietly repeated this process again on your other leg, the clattering of objects on the surgical tray being the only sound in the room. As he worked, Getou let his mind wander to fill the silence.

How long has it been since he last heard your voice? A couple weeks now? Maybe longer? God, it felt like an eternity had passed since then.

You were someone who frequented Getou’s shop often. Bouncing around display cases, enamored by the beauty of the countless dolls, childlike wonder dancing in your eyes. At first he paid you no mind, treating your visits like he would an elderly woman coming to reminisce and tell him stories of “how she had a doll just like this” when she was younger. Polite and available if you had any questions or just wanted him to lend an ear. But the more you visited, the more he felt drawn to you. Your guilelessness intrigued him, your excitement to see dolls you had already seen at least 50 times by now never waning.

Then one day you bounded up to him, smile wide and eyes bright. 

Full of joy and genuine curiosity. It was like a bottle of pure sunshine was opened right in the center of his shop. He felt warm in his soul when you looked at him, your jovial energy palpable and infectious to any and everybody. Getou couldn’t remember when he genuinely felt so calm and happy in the presence of another person. He wanted to bottle up this feeling and get drunk off it for the rest of his life. 

“Do you have any new dolls you’re working on? I’d love to see it when you finish.” 

 At the time, he hadn’t received any damaged or donated dolls. But he knew at that moment, you were what his shop was missing. What he was missing. Among the shelves upon shelves of porcelain figurines he possessed, he had nothing that encapsulated what you embodied. Full of glee, full of youth, full of wonder. He needed you for his shop. For himself.

In the beginning, you kicked and screamed, swearing someone would find you and expose him for the sick bastard he was. Cursing his existence and spewing phrases and words that he was positive you didn’t mean. Getou let you vent your frustrations with no threat of punishment. He let you scream, hit, bite as much as you wanted. It worked more in his favor than it did yours. Besides, it’s not like you could run away. He had made sure of that from the start. But now…

Getou was pulled from his thoughts when he heard something. A choked cry. Your voice.

“____?” He snapped his head up with wide eyes, sure his ears were deceiving him. He looked at you in stunned silence.  Your face was wet with sadness, tears and snot steadily streaming  down your cheeks and collecting to drip off your chin. Your mouth was open as your chest rose and fell rapidly, occasional sniffles and whines leaving your lips. Getou’s eyebrows scrunched in concern, his hands instinctively coming up to wipe your face. “What’s wrong?”

He paused, gloved hand inches away from your tear stained cheek. Where his palm should have been blue, it was red. He looked down at your leg, quietly gasping at the sight. The sheets underneath you had also been stained, a consistent line of crimson seeping from the once closed wound. Your stitches had torn from the pressure, peeling back your scab and opening your wound again. That would’ve been an easy enough fix had Getou not been lost in his thoughts and applying anything but gentle care to it. 

He clicked his tongue, cursing under his breath at his negligence. He removed his gloves, tossing them somewhere on the ground and cupping your face with his hands. “I’m so sorry, my darling. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said softly, wiping underneath your eyes with his thumbs. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you. You know that, right?” He looked at you fondly, but expectantly. Silently praying that after so long, you’d acknowledge him again. That you wouldn’t look at him with empty, blank eyes. 

That you’d speak to him again.

He searched your misty eyes for that sign, but was met with nothing but silent tears and quiet sniffles. Getou sighed and stood from the bed, gathering the soiled bandages and gloves to be disposed of. He made his way across the room, opening a drawer to gather more bandages to dress your wound. Various sized bandages rolled to the front, snow white fabric unraveling then neatly wrapping itself back up. Getou stood for a moment, hands placed on either side of the counter space. 

He gripped the corners tightly, the cool marble squeaking underneath his hands as he stared into the drawer. He was so close to hearing your voice. So close to that pure, unadulterated joy you possessed. And you were denying him that. Was this your way of trying to get back at him? Keeping him from the one thing he wanted most? What he so desperately needed?

Getou was a relatively patient man. He could wait for the things that were worth it. But, this? You? There was no more waiting. 

He closed the drawer and turned on his heels in your direction, taking steady strides back to your bedside. Your eyes were closed now and your breaths were steady and even. Getou’s gaze was locked on your face. Dried tears streaked your cheeks, giving you the appearance of a crying angel. Even so, you were still as beautiful as ever. He sat in his previous spot, looking down at your reopened wound. 

The opening glistened in the soft lighting, the former trail of blood drying and beginning to start the process of scabbing again. He hovered a finger over the tear, following the outline down to the blood soaked sheet. He would never hurt you. He lowered himself to your residual limb and gently kissed it, following the stitch line. He continued leaving kisses up your leg, leaving a trail of  bloody lip prints up to your thigh

Getou peeked up at you, lips still pressed to your supple skin.  You stayed still, eyes still shut as if you didn’t feel a thing he was doing. He would never hurt you. Getou opened his mouth to let his teeth graze against your skin, saliva dripping out of his mouth. He bit into it  hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to really hurt. His black eyes were trained on you, ready to catch any change. 

He bit harder, spit dripping down your leg. His other hand snaked up to cup your leg, fingers sliding underneath it. His knuckles rested on the bloodied sheets as his thumb traced over your wound. He would never hurt you. Getou pressed lightly into it, his digit being met with soft meat. 

Your eyes fluttered for a moment, but remained closed. Getou frowned, digging his teeth into the meat of your thigh. He would never hurt you. A small whimper rumbled in your throat, your eyebrows scrunched together in discomfort. Getou kept biting while continuing to push his thumb into you. You were almost there. He just wanted to hear your voice. The last thing he wanted to do was..

“Pl-”

His mouth was no longer attached to your thigh and he felt a cool breeze on his thumb. You were looking at him again, eyes wide open. You looked like a frightened deer. Big eyes glittering with tears that threatened to spill with one blink. Your lip quivered as you opened your mouth. Getou sat up, watching you intently. 

Your voice barely came out above a whisper. It was shaky and breathy. “Pl…Please…stop. Hurts.” 

Getou stared silently before chuckling softly to himself. He pushed a few strands of hair out of his face, an unsettlingly soft smile spreading across his face. He inched closer to you, stopping mere inches from your face.  You looked away, eyes averted towards the ceiling to keep yourself from crying.. He gently pulled your chin back in his direction, stroking your bottom lip with his bloodied thumb before kissing you. 

“There’s my girl,” he breathed. He placed kisses along your jaw and into the crook of your neck, whispering sweet words into your skin with each one. You took a shaky breath, closing your eyes tight as he slowly ran his hands up your sides and under your gown. “Please…,” you whispered, warm tears beginning to stream down your face. Getou shushed you, placing a kiss to your wet cheek. He looked at you with the same kind and tender eyes he had when you came to visit him in his shop. The same eyes that lured you here. And you couldn’t help but sob

“You know I’ll never hurt you. I take care of all of my girls.”

© 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 hvly 2023. 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧y.

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“I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah, every inch, I know.”

“I like the painting.” It’s by far the nicest thing in this entire junk store. Maybe the only nice thing. Andrew concedes that it’s possible his perception is skewed.

“That’s not a painting, that’s what happens when someone is force-fed six tubes of paint and then made to vomit all over a canvas.”

Neil isn’t wrong, but still. “Fuck you, Josten. I’ve seen the kind of shit you call art and try to hang in our house.”

Neil grins. “It was one time. I had to bring it inside. Matt painted it for us.”

“It was fucking awful.”

“Why do you think I hung it in the entry? I have zero ability to say no to Matt these days. I was depending on you to halt its progression any further into our home and relegate it to the garage.”

“I should have relegated it to a dumpster and set it on fire.”

“It’s lucky you didn’t; they’re visiting next month.”

“Oh,” Andrew deadpans. “I must have forgotten.”

“Speaking of fires…”

Neil trails off. Andrew follows his gaze and is assaulted by the sight of a pair of wrought-iron fire pokers, topped with the melded naked forms of a couple apparently in the throes of passion. Delighted, Neil closes the gap and inspects each piece separately.

“Straights are so gross,” Andrew mutters. “And they have no fucking taste.”

“I’ll buy them for Matt and Dan,” Neil says, with a glint in his eye. “Payback for the terrible painting.”

Andrew gazes around the dimly lit space, spends 2.5 seconds trying to make sense of the chaos and promptly gives up. This part of the country is dotted with rambling buildings on the verge of collapse, poor cousin junk stores to the more-affluent areas’ antiques. Big smiles, broad accents, country service, selling second hand wares to idiotic city folk intent on bringing some wholesome rural goodness back to their sleek monochrome homes in the suburbs.

For every item that is both identifiable in its purpose and still in good working order, there are dozens more that are not. Ancient farming manuals sit beside chipped tea cups nestled in moth-eaten fabric scraps tossed into crumbling hat boxes. Rusty bicycles lean against shitty cabinets, their shelves filled with sepia photographs of people long dead. Decades old clothes hang from downtrodden hangers, one bad day away from despair.

Andrew thinks they smell like poverty and old men, but Neil is obsessed. There was one rocking chair, once, obscured behind a stack of large timber frames, its white and orange paint blistered and peeling from too many hot summers outside. Andrew had put his foot down, they weren’t 21 anymore, but Neil pointed to a warm brown strip of timber exposed on one of the legs, and promised to restore it. The black walnut chair now sat in their living room and was Andrew’s favorite place to sit and read when winter sun streamed through the window.

This junk store, aptly named Randy’s Remains at least acknowledges its proximity to imminent disintegration. Andrew wonders if all the shit lining the walls is acting as some kind of scaffolding and considers expediting the inevitable, buying a massive piece of hideous furniture and watching the whole building crumble as they drive away.

“What about this?” Neil asks from a nook or cranny somewhere beyond Andrew’s line of sight. God knows what he’s found now.

Andrew wanders in the direction of Neil’s voice and nearly trips over a rotting timber box of unidentifiable farming tools, rusted nails protruding ominously through the would-be joins.

“If we get out of here without tetanus it will be a miracle,” he mutters. He navigates a narrow passage, made more so by the bookshelf lining one wall and a bunch of random buckets fixed to the other. Here, a pile of round dial telephones, there a shelf of tea pots without lids and lids without pots. Hundreds of LPs threaten to escape their silverfish laced cardboard cases and roll to the ground. He steps over some rolled up posters that have already taken the plunge.

Against his better judgment, Andrew stretches up on his toes to eye the inside of one bucket and finds a collection of corroded harmonicas.

This fucking place. Neil can keep poking around if he wants, but Andrew’s going back to the van. He enters the back room to tell Neil as much and lets out a breathy “huh” when he sees what’s caught Neil’s eye. Hundreds of miles from its inspiration, in a crumbling junk shop full of worthless shit, is a painting of the rainforest in Jocassee Gorges. Andrew would recognise that suspension bridge anywhere. Sunlight filters through the canopy to the cool, clear water below and Andrew is taken back to Harriet’s maiden voyage that hot summer so many years ago. He stares at it for a full minute before turning to look at Neil, who of course is already looking at him. He can tell by the look on Neil’s face that his own is betraying his stubbornly held neutral facade, and he surrenders to the small smile he knows is there.

“Hold my pokers while I climb over this shit to get it down,” Neil demands, thrusting the iron abominations at Andrew.

Andrew lets them clatter to the floor, earning an eye roll from Neil, then watches as he climbs over an old church pew and picks his way past metal milk cans and a caucus of worn out golf bags, clubs poking out like unruly eyebrows on crusty old men who used to push them around.

The painting he does accept, turning it around to inspect the frame as Neil scoops up the pokers off the dart floor. It’s heavy, simply textured, and reminds him of the trees in the rainforest.

They pay the ancient lady behind the counter and Andrew makes a beeline for Harriet. He needs a hot shower, or a cool mountain pool. He’ll settle for the aircon.

“I like this painting,” Neil says, nudging Andrew’s shoulder as they walk.

“I like you,” Andrew replies, linking his pinkie with Neil’s. “Let’s get on the road.”

for @annawrites

(read the series here)

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Aside from the useful advantages of dry washing, some clothes have sentimental significance. Beloved clothes, heirloom pieces, and wedding gowns have priceless memories. Dry cleaning services in Ghaziabad provide specialist services for wedding gown preservation, restoration, and heirloom clothing care because they recognize the value of keeping these memories alive. Residents may make sure that these priceless antiques stay in perfect shape for future generations by trusting them to reputable dry cleaners.

Quality and Convenience

Convenience is important when it comes to dry cleaning services in Ghaziabad. Laundry delivery and pickup can be a headache for people with hectic schedules and lots of obligations. However, consumers may have hassle-free solutions to their laundry problems thanks to reliable dry cleaning services that are easily situated around Ghaziabad. Professional dry cleaners have the knowledge and tools necessary to handle a variety of materials and clothing with care, whether it's a fitted suit or a delicate silk shirt.

Technology and Expertise Choosing skilled dry cleaning services in Ghaziabad is advantageous due to their advanced technology and expertise. In contrast to conventional washing techniques, dry cleaning use machinery and specific solvents to eliminate stains and smells from garments without the need of water. Even the most delicate materials will be fully cleaned without running the danger of damage or shrinking thanks to our gentle yet effective method.

Eco-friendly Methods

Laundry services are among the many spheres of life where sustainability and environmental friendliness have gained popularity in recent years. Thankfully, many dry cleaning services in Ghaziabad have embraced environmentally friendly practices, such as using biodegradable solvents and energy-efficient machines. Customers can choose a green dry cleaner and lessen their impact on the environment without sacrificing convenience or quality.

Client Contentment

A dedication to client satisfaction is the cornerstone of any flourishing dry cleaning service in Ghaziabad. Top-rated dry cleaners go above and beyond to make sure that every customer's demands are satisfied, from kind staff to timely service and attention to detail. The objective is always the same: to surpass customers' expectations and create enduring relationships, whether it means attending to unique requests or offering knowledgeable guidance on how to take care of clothing.

Value and Affordability

Considering the time and work saved, professional dry cleaning services in Ghaziabad can be surprisingly inexpensive, despite common notion to the contrary. Customers may take advantage of the quality and convenience of professional dry cleaning without breaking the bank thanks to affordable prices and convenient bundles. Furthermore, a lot of dry cleaners run specials and discounts to thank regular clients and draw in new ones.

In summary

In conclusion, dry cleaning services in Ghaziabad offer a convenient, reliable, and cost-effective solution to the laundry needs of individuals and families alike.  Professional dry cleaners guarantee that clothing is cleaned completely and safely, leaving clients feeling and looking their best. They achieve this by using their technical expertise, cutting-edge equipment, and dedication to customer satisfaction. Choosing a reliable dry cleaner for your laundry, whether it's for special

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As a note: I talk about body horror and bugs in the body akin to Jane Prentiss in TMA in this. I also talk about a weird fuckin' church in relation to this. Please be advised!

Chanti Hourle is one of my ceruleanblood trolls! He's a famous Alternian horror actor in both movies and in the occasional theater production, and is a former contortionist in a circus troupe. He's still a part of the old circus he used to travel with, and goes out there for things like holidays and holy days. The (shortened) name of his church is the Church of the Holy Rot. One of Chanti's extra cerulean eyes is on his tongue, and it very much adds to his appeal as a horror actor.

He met his matesprit, Xorsii Colett, (who's a director) through auditions they were holding for a horror film they were working on. Chanti's niche is clown horror and historical horrors on Alternia, and Xorsii was working on something a little more historical for their next film. Chanti is sort of how Xorsii's films (and the movies of the other directors in the studio they're a part of) started to get more traction because he's such a big name actor.

Later on in their lives, Chanti and Xorsii end up returning to Chanti's church to dodge conscription. Chanti, for a very long time, has known his church wanted him to become a replacement home for the lusii that live in what he eventually learns is Xorsii's ancestor. They view his lusus, a spider that reproduces much like the story "Spider Bite" from Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, as a sign he is destined to become their new idol to worship. Xorsii's Ancestor is alive, in a sense, but her body has long since been taken over by the bugs that she and the rest of the church view as holy. He goes on to take her place, and Xorsii helps take care of him and stays by his side despite his distaste for the church and his ancestor.

As usual, I stuck his profile under the cut!

Name: Chanti Hourle (how-earl)

Pronouns: he/him

Bloodcaste: cerulean§true [#003F84]

Troll tag: opalescentCarnivore

Sign: Scoro [Derse/Heart]

Ancestors Title: Awakener Darkhell

Occupation: A very popular horror actor in both cinema and musical theatre

Strife specibus: Canekind + Parasolkind

Fetch modus: Weaver

Hive: A cozy little cabin, hidden in the woods

Lusus: Tunnelweaver

Descendants:

Lyonet Hourle

Quadrants:

Flush with Xorsii Colett

Pale with Avasaz Fetert

Interests: Lace making, Acting and singing, Sewing/Weaving/Knitting, Collecting old jewelry (specifically church-related items), Studying the church and its art, Antique and painting restoration

Quirk: Uses all sorts of scary and horror related puns, like "care" being turned into "scare", or "right" becoming "fright." Otherwise, he uses very proper grammar and syntax, including to abstain from using any form of contractions or shorthand.

(Would-be) Classpect: Muse of Heart

Three Bulletpoints:

• Welcome to the shitshow, shitlord

• He wishes it wasn't showbiz, baby

• Is free will really a thing, Archivist?

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Get Professional Dry Cleaning for Vintage Wedding Dresses

People often search tirelessly for the perfect wedding outfit, an effort that shouldn’t be negated by improper storage after the ceremonies. A bridal gown might get ruined and deteriorated if it is kept in the back of the closet. Thankfully, these preservation concerns may be lessened with excellent dry cleaning services for bridal gowns. This ensures not only the protection of your gown but also the possibility of wearing it again or passing it down to future generations.

Securing and maintaining your wedding dress in pristine condition is best achieved through professional dry cleaning services like those offered by B X Dry Cleaners. This explains the growing importance of searching for ‘Professional Wedding Dress Cleaning St Albans”.

The complexities of maintaining vintage wedding attire

The fragility of vintage wedding gowns' fabrics and embellishment makes it difficult to preserve their attractiveness. These textiles may become brittle with time, the colours may fade, and the stains may become permanent. Delicate features like as beading, sequins, and lace are particularly vulnerable to damage or separation from even minimal handling. In these cases, the expertise of professional dry cleaners who specialise in antique clothing becomes critical.

Such professionals understand that historical clothing cannot be cleaned using ordinary methods. Each dress requires a customized inspection to determine the best cleaning processes, taking into account elements such as fabric type, garment age general condition, and particular issues such as stains or fading.

Mastering the Art of Dry Cleaning Vintage Wedding Gowns

Wedding gowns' pure whites and exquisite creams often fade with time, turning unpleasant colours of yellow. Similarly, darker gowns may lose their natural brilliance when stored for a lengthy period of time, even if they are rarely cleaned. However, Laundry service Watford can properly maintain the colours of your beautiful outfit. Dry cleaners can revitalise faded colours while also keeping white clothing bright and fresh by using eco-friendly and odourless washing chemicals and contemporary equipment.

The technique begins with a thorough inspection to identify any faults like as stains, fading, or delicate decorations. Dry cleaning specialists create a tailored treatment approach based on the results of this initial inspection. This strategy may involve the use of particular solvents, hand cleaning procedures, and mild detergents tailored to match the individual needs of each gown, assuring its preservation and repair.

Addressing Stubborn Stains in Vintage Wedding Dresses

A major issue in caring for vintage wedding gowns is eliminating long-standing stains without destroying the delicate textiles. Professional Wedding Dress Cleaning London use a number of advanced processes designed to remove these difficult stains while preserving the garment's structure. This thorough method is geared to conserving the dress's unique charm and elegance, not just washing it.

Professionals provide expert cleaning solutions.

Entrusting your wedding dress to a Professional Wedding Dress Cleaning Harrow crew is the most surefire approach to ensure it remains in fantastic shape for years to come. These professionals are experienced at identifying the best techniques to remove stains and protect your gown using specially developed dry cleaning equipment. To remove any potential stains from your wedding gown, seek the assistance of a professional dry cleaner. They can restore your wedding dress to its original state using cutting-edge gear and environmentally friendly chemicals.

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Antique 20s Silk Chemise Teddy IMPERFECT Flapper Lingerie - Romper.

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Antique Curtain Valance/Pelmets Lace Handmade.

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Beyond the Sparkle: The Artistry of Jewelry Polishing

1. Crafting Radiance: Dive into the meticulous process of Amethyst Lace Agate Gemstone jewelry polishing—a symphony of skill, patience, and passion that brings out the inner glow of metals and stones.

2. The Magic of Patina: Explore the concept of patina, where a gentle touch highlights the contrast between polished and unpolished surfaces, adding depth and character to jewelry.

3. Journey of Refinement: Unveil the steps involved in jewelry polishing, from initial surface preparation to the final buffing, each stage a carefully choreographed dance of transformation.

4. Beyond Perfection: Polishers are like artists, knowing when to stop to preserve uniqueness. Sometimes, a slight imperfection adds a human touch, reminding us of the hands behind the masterpiece.

5. A Tale of Time: Antique jewelry speaks volumes through its patina. The years etched into its surface tell a story of travels, celebrations, and shared moments, encapsulating history within.

6. Polishing vs. Restoration: Delve into the distinction between polishing for shine and restoration for preservation. Sometimes, imperfections are integral to the piece's identity.

7. Cultivating Legacy: By polishing, we don't just enhance aesthetics; we cultivate a legacy. Every piece carries the legacy of its maker, wearer, and the moments it has witnessed.

Embrace the world of Gemstone jewelry polishing, where the mundane transforms into the magical, and every piece becomes a canvas for stories and emotions.

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Nostalgic Elegance: Unveiling the Timeless Beauty of Vintage Textiles

   Introduction :

Vintage fabrics have a special fascination that transports us back in time with their complex designs, craftsmanship, and stories. Hunting for old textiles is a thrilling voyage that reveals treasures from bygone eras for lovers and collectors. 

Whether it's a vintage dress, an embroidered tapestry, or delicate lace, these textiles offer a glimpse into the past and a chance to infuse history into our lives. In this article, we will explore the captivating realm of vintage textiles for sale, providing insights on where to find them and how to navigate the market.

          The Charm of Vintage Textiles :

Vintage textiles include a diverse range of things such as garments, fabrics, linens, and decorative elements. What distinguishes them is their inherent charm, which stems from the skills used, the quality of materials used, and the cultural and historical background they encapsulate. Each vintage textile has its own narrative to tell, reflecting the trends, traditions, and craftsmanship of the time.

          Where to Find Vintage Textiles:

Finding vintage textiles for sale requires a bit of exploration and research. Several avenues offer opportunities to discover these coveted pieces. Local thrift stores, antique shops, and consignment stores are excellent starting points. These establishments often curate collections of vintage clothing, linens, and fabrics. Online auction such as eBay, Etsy, and Ruby Lane have also become popular destinations for vintage textile enthusiasts. 

Buyers can use these platforms to search for certain sorts of textiles and connect with vendors from all around the world. Estate sales and auctions can be excellent hunting grounds because they frequently include historic textiles among their offerings. Attending vintage clothing and textile festivals, flea markets, and swap meets allows for hands-on exploration of a varied range of vintage textiles and interaction with expert merchants.

         Authenticity and Condition:

It is critical to evaluate the authenticity and condition of vintage textiles before acquiring them. Investigating the date, style, and manufacturing methods can aid in determining the legitimacy of a piece. Familiarising oneself with significant design concepts and materials used throughout history can help one make informed judgements. 

It is also critical to carefully inspect the fabric's quality, looking for evidence of wear, stains, or damage. Some wear and tear is to be expected due to the item's age, but major damage may reduce its value and usability.

     Tips for Buying Vintage Textiles :

When exploring the world of vintage fabrics, it is useful to keep a few pointers in mind. First, set a budget and a clear vision of what you want. Researching the market worth of comparable things might help you create realistic expectations. 

Developing relationships with reliable dealers, whether online or in person, can provide access to new pieces as well as essential information. Inquire about the textile's history, provenance, and any restoration or repairs that have occurred. Finally, trust your intuition and only make purchases from sources you trust.

Conclusion :

When exploring the world of vintage fabrics, it is useful to keep a few pointers in mind. First, set a budget and a clear vision of what you want. Researching the market worth of comparable things might help you create realistic expectations. 

Developing relationships with reliable dealers, whether online or in person, can provide access to new pieces as well as essential information. Inquire about the textile's history, provenance, and any restoration or repairs that have occurred. Finally, trust your intuition and only make purchases from sources you trust.

With careful research and a discerning eye, vintage textile enthusiasts can build remarkable collections and appreciate the timeless beauty and stories woven into these remarkable artifacts from yesteryears.

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The Wedding Veil Trilogy

The Wedding Veil Trilogy 2022 DVD Cover - Summary

The Wedding Veil Trilogy 2022 DVD Cover. Three longtime college friends discover a mysterious, antique veil fabled to unite its bearer with her true love. After discovering a long-lost painting, museum curator Avery and successful, new board member Peter investigate the artwork's origins as they plan a charity fundraiser to unveil its restoration.

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The Wedding Veil: The Wedding Veil follows three longtime college friends who discover a mysterious, antique veil fabled to unite its bearer with her true love. After discovering a long-lost painting, museum curator Avery and new board member Peter investigate the artwork's origins as they plan a gala to unveil it. The Wedding Veil Unveiled: In the second installment of the Wedding Veil trilogy, Emma (Autumn Reeser) travels to Italy to teach and research a wedding veil said to bring its owner love. While there, she meets Paolo, the son of a local lace-making family. The Wedding Veil Legacy: Tracy meets Nick in the third installment of the trilogy, and he helps her save an original draft of The New Colossus in exchange for her helping him run his restaurant. Tracy begins to feel uneasy as they get closer. Watch Now   Powered by Read the full article