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Your Monster (Indruck)

The second place winner of the monster-I’ve-done before was “House Monster.” This fill is NSFW and does reference suicide.

The house on the hill has a thousand eyes

The sentence echoes through Indrid’s mind as he steps from his Super Bee. Those nine words changed his life, gave him freedom, made him a name and a fortune that mercifully eclipsed the memories of the place that had inspired the phrase.

Holding the keys the family lawyer handed him an hour ago–both of them pretending to be sadder than they were–he tips his head up, up, up at the grey and white Victorian. The woodwork along the front looking less like a dainty ladies lace and more like jagged, yellowed teeth. As he steps inside, his impression is exactly the same as it was twenty-two years ago.

When his father moved Indrid and his twin brother into this house, the pair only two months past their eleventh birthday, Indrid felt as if the entire place was watching him. The windows glared down with harsh lights, the movers had already put all the family photos of grim-faced Colds on the walls, and even the wallpaper seems to form irises and ever-watchful pupils.

Yes, eyes had followed him as he dragged his luggage into the bedroom–the one benefit of the move was Apollo and himself no longer having to share–and as he stared up at the light on the ceiling, that of course had two bulbs to look down at him.

He’d turned it off and rolled onto his side, hoping for sleep.

That’s when he discovered there were eyes in the closet, too.

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Motuscomes never forget a feeding ground. And if they used one often, they can feel when there’s a sudden shift in its primary emotions, even years after their last visit. ‘Which is why Duck knows it’s time to go back to the house on the hill.

When he was a much younger monster, he’d sniffed out a house with three brand new occupants. His portal opened into the room of one half of a pair of twins, revealing glasses on a bed stand and an odd lack of art on the walls. Humans love to put things on their walls (monsters prefer their art on the ceilings).

Fear was heavy in the house; not an acute kind either. A lingering kind, one that seeped into the floorboards and coated the walls in a matter of months. Duck fed there every day.

But it wasn’t solely about filling his belly. From the closet, he’d watch Indrid Cold draw, or read, or curl up under his covers and shake. And one day, the boy peered out from under the blanket and spoke to him.

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“Go away.” Elliot whispers.

The glowing, green eyes watch him, and Elliot is certain if he blinks they’ll move closer and closer and then he’ll be swallowed up, dissolved in a slimy belly and never heard from again.

“I said go. Away.”

“Go away where? I, uh, I mean, uh, there, there ain’t a monster in here.”

Elliot fumbles for his flashlight, pointing the beam into the crack in the closet. If he didn’t know better, he’d say his old teddy bear had fallen from the shelf. Then the monster speaks, tusks gleaming from the shadows.

“Any chance you’d believe I’m a possum?”

Indrid closes the book, setting it on the shelf with the other first editions of his novels. The House of a Thousand Eyes will always hold a special place in his heart; it was his first, complete with illustrations that his publisher called “the perfect mix of eerie and endearing.”

Wind shakes the shutters and he sighs; he forgot how stormy it was here. How throughout his childhood it was if every night was marked by trees scratching the windows and claws scraping the floor.

There’s so much he tried to forget, it makes him question what he does remember. The incidents when he was in middle school he could pass off as dreams, as they always happened in bed. But there was one night when he was fifteen…

He’s the lucky one and not been dragged off to a work function with father (he and Apollo have both learned to feign disappointment if they’re not chosen, so their father will continue to see it as a means of pitting them against each other to choose them at random). He’s spent it watching as many horror movies as he could, drinking from his hidden stash of Capri Suns as rain pelted the windows and wind battered the trees.

His father called around eight to say the road back to the house had washed out and he and Apollo would be staying at a friends house in town. Indrid couldn’t believe his luck. He stays on the couch through the midnight movie double feature, puzzled as to how his popcorn keeps running out when he’s not eating that much.

When he turns off the T.V, the dark screen reveals the answer. A dark, ursine snout and glowing, green eyes peer over the couch behind him, then disappear. As he hurriedly turns and pokes his head over the couch. There’s nothing there.

But from the shadows beneath it he hears, “Didn’t think that one with the bunnies was all that scary.”

Indrid smiles, glad he’ll have someone to talk to about it with “Me neither.”

His therapist had said Duck, as the monster was called, made sense as a coping mechanism. A confidant when he had none, a defender he could call upon should he need it. And in the A Boy and His Monster series, his hero does just that. He’s learned it’s best to agree with this idea, and not think about the few times he’d been huddled under the covers and paw had pet his side, Duck telling him he was sorry. Agreeing with him that it wasn’t fair. Or how, when he passes an abandoned house or a particularly unsettling closet, he still expects to hear his monster's voice.

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“How do I know you won’t eat me?” Elliot crosses his arms and keeps his feet firmly tucked beneath him on the bed.

Goose shrugs, his bearish face and komodo dragon body less threatening by the moment, “Monsters don’t eat people. We eat feelings.”

“That’s what my mom calls it when she eats cake when she’s had a bad day.”

“That’s eating her feelings. I only eat feelings that come from someone else.”

Duck snorts and uses the tip of his claw to turn the page; Indrid’s been out of the house most of the day for the last four days dealing with his father’s estate, returning in the evenings to eat, haul unwanted furniture out the door, and bicker with his twin over the phone. They seem to get on better these days, and Indrid radiates exasperation rather than anger or fear while talking with him.

Indrid being gone allows Duck time to pad about the house and see how he’s making the space his own. It also lets him read the books that made Indrid Cold a big name in horror. Duck had overheard people reading the Boy and Monster books aloud, usually to scare their little siblings, and always suspected it was based on him and Indrid. He can’t blame him for giving Duck the wrong appearance; it’s not like he ever saw Duck’s whole body. But “eating emotions” makes it sound like he subsists on happiness and rainbows.

As he closes the book, trading it on the shelf for The Woodsman, one of Indrid’s adult novels, he decides it’s high time for the monster to pay his boy a visit.

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Any tedious article about Indrid includes a description of his vivid imagination and awe at his ability to come up with creative horrors that rival the likes of Clive Barker. These same articles seldom mention that a mind like his comes with downsides. Especially when it’s a dark and stormy night and his power has just gone out.

Lightning cuts the windows as he moves from the living room to the hallway as easily as a ghost. The power has always been unreliable here, and he suspects the stash of candles will still be in the kitchen. If not, he can always fetch his flashlight from upstairs.

The candles are right where he expected them, wicks dusty but usable. It’s as he’s lighting the first one that there’s the unmistakable creak of footsteps on the top stair. He cocks his head, wishing the wind would die down enough for him to hear it more clearly.

Another step, then a third, the wood groaning as it supports the encroaching terror. He races through the possibilities: A crazed fan? No, contrary to Misery he finds his fans to be rather respectful and calm. A robber? Possibly, as he does get recognized and someone might assume a wealthy author has possessions worth stealing.

A howl of wind, rattling the house from weathervane to foundation. This house borders deep, thick woods, with hills beyond with plenty of space for creatures to hide. Creatures that can make a meal out a lonely human in an even lonelier house.

Bright, white light cracks the darkness outside, and from his position in the kitchen he watches it throw a monstrous shadow onto the wall by the stairs.

He jams the candle into its holder, takes a deep breath, and steps into the hall, holding the little flame aloft.

The monster takes up the entire width of the stairs, and it’s gleaming black claws are already on the second to last step. It’s razor-backed; short, coppery spines sticking out of its black fur. Tusks the size of his thumb poke out from its mouth as it grins at him. Scales on his arms reflect the light back at Indrid, In the darkness at the top of the stairs, a mussed tail with green feathers on the end flicks menacingly. Its face has a mask of paler color around the eyes. Green, glowing eyes.

One paw rises, holding up House of A Thousand Eyes

“You know, slim, I really oughta get a cut.”

“Duck?”

“Yep” The monster finishes descending the stairs, sniffing the air, “huh, that scared you.”

“Yes, because I didn’t think you’d still be living here.” He blows out the candle as the lights come back on, “At least you got a snack out my brush with cardiac arrest.”

“Aww, c’mon, you weren’t scared of me as a kid. Can’t be any scarier now than I was then.” Duck follows him into the kitchen, barely squeezing through the door.

“You are considerably larger now. And we both know you weren’t the scariest thing in this house back then.” He turns and fights down a smile; formidable as he is, Duck looks rather awkward standing in the muted yellow kitchen with its ugly, spartan white furniture Indrid has yet to re-paint.

“Why’d you come back, ‘Drid?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“Felt the energy change and decided to stop by. See how you were doing.” Duck sits on the floor, rests his paws on the kitchen table, “seems to me you coulda handled sellin’ the house without coming back.”

Indrid sits in the chair across from him, “I could have. But I’ve been wanting to move out of the city for awhile, and many of my friends are still in this area. And I…I suppose I wanted to take it back from him. The house, I mean. There were so many things I loved about it and I’m not ready to lose them to him a second time.”

“Does explain why you moved into the turret bedroom.”

“Exactly! He put a study in there and never used it and made Apollo and I cram into glorified broom closets! What?” He frowns as Duck smiles at him.

“Just glad to see you still got some fire in you. I’ll, uh, I’ll let you get back to makin’ dinner.”

As he stands Indrid blurts out, “Will I see you again? Or were you just stopping by to say hello?”

“I, uh, I hadn’t not, uh, decided, fuck. Uh.” Duck clears his throat, “If you don’t mind me stoppin’ by more, I will.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Duck grins with his sharp rows of teeth, “See you around, ‘Drid.”

As slow, padding footsteps retreat, Indrid finds himself smiling back.

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Wind shakes the chandelier in the living room. The crystal rattles a second time as Duck sneezes, his short ears wiggling as he finishes with an, “excuse me.”

In spite of the breeze carrying pollen and dust from the valley below, closing the windows is the only way to keep them from choking on the smell of fresh paint. Indrid was determined to get the last of his fathers gloomy touches from his house, which resulted in two full days of painting the rooms emerald greens and desert-rock reds, of splashing blue accents or white patterns across walls and doors.

Duck’s help has been invaluable; he can reach ceilings and high corners, and he’s decent enough at household repairs that the railing on the back porch is stable once again and the doors all sit right on their hinges.

But really, Duck’s been invaluable ever since they reunited. His “now and then” visits went from every few days to daily in a matter of weeks, and at this point he doesn’t knock on the closet door to announce himself; Indrid will just step onto the porch to find a dark-furred boulder sunning itself, or scoot over on the couch as claws click on the hardwood when he turns on the T.V.

He’d daydreamed about Duck following him around when he was young, and it turns out his teenage self was right about how nice it is.

Duck uses his claw to uncap a hard cider, his bulk functionally making a cushion out of the old easy chair in the living room, “Why’d you change how I feed in the books?”

“Because my editor said the monster feeding on fear was too intense.” He raises a teasing eyebrow, “are you going to start going through my books and circling everything I got wrong?”

“Nah. Was just curious. Besides, it ain’t like I told you much about my world.”

“I never thought to ask. At the time it seemed far more important to learn about you.”

The scales on Duck’s arm shift from copper to deep green, “Feels like I oughta admit I ain’t that interesting by monster standards. All I do is work as an arborist and build model ships. And, uh, see you, of course.”

“You’re as fascinating now as you were then, and I won’t hear a word otherwise.” Indrid smirks as Duck gives a bashful huff, “Now, please find us something to watch while I go order pizza. And yes, I will get one with anchovies.” He sticks his tongue out in disgust.

“This from the fella who likes pineapple on his.”

“Hush, monstrous one, and tell me what we should get for dessert.”

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Indrid lays in corpse pose, breathing deeply. A scent drifts past him, conjuring images of a hollowed out, fallen log in a wet forest, earthy and dark.

“Did you enjoy the show?” He murmurs.

“N-yeah, uh, I wasn’t watchin’, I don’t even have, uh, eyes?” A sigh, “it’s just wild to me that twisting yourself up like that calms you down. Makes me stressed just watching it.”

“I find it helps me remember I’m in my body when I start to drift off for too long. I do love my work, but sometimes…” He sits up, finds Duck sitting in a close approximation of cross-legged at the foot of his mat, “sometimes I wander too far and end up in the past.”

“This got anything to do with the funeral bein’ yesterday?”

“Some. Apollo and I seldom agree, but we seemed to both arrive at the conclusion that it wasn’t worth correcting anyone when they said nonsense like ‘he took such good care of you boys.”

Duck snorts and leans forward, creeping his body across the mat to rest his head in Indrid’s lap.

“Agreed. That man only ever did one good thing for me in his entire life and that was move here. Without that, I’d never have met you.”

“I did turn out to be a hell of a meal ticket.” Duck says without a trace of malice.

“That’s true, but not what I meant. I’m glad we became friends. And I’m glad I came back, if only so you could find me again.”

Duck turns his head to the side, looking up at Indrid tenderly, “Me too, slim. Me too.”

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When Indrid spends his entire Monday in bed, Duck doesn’t worry. The human works hard, and he mentioned he might be coming down with a cold, so burrowing under his blankets makes sense. Duck tells him to take it easy, and says he’ll be back once he’s done seeing his sister and his nephews.

It’s when he comes back two days later and finds Indrid—still in bed–wearing the exact same clothes with dirty plates and wrappers on the floor that his own fear creeps up his throat.

“You doin’ okay, slim?”

Indrid shrugs.

Duck tamps down the hurt that Indrid doesn’t seem to care that he’s back and continues, “When was the last time you got clean?”

“Few days ago.”

“Seems to me you’re overdue then. Howsabout I run you a bath?”

Indrid manages a nod and Duck plods over to the bathroom and turns the taps on the crow-footed tub. He adds in some citrusy soak and returns to find Indrid in the exact same position he left him.

“You, uh, you need help getting there?”

“No…” Indrid sits up as if he’s moving through syrup and makes his way towards the bathroom. The door closes, and when Duck hears the taps shut off and the splash of Indrid sinking in, he shoves all the trash into an overflowing bin and carts the dirty dishes downstairs. Going by the trash, Indrid’s been eating a lot of boxed mac and cheese, so that seems the safest bet for dinner.

Thanks to accidentally piercing not one, but two boxes with his claws and getting cheese powder all over his fur, it takes him longer than planned to make dinner. He lumps the neon orange pasta into a bowl and carries it back to the bedroom, setting it on the bed before knocking on the bathroom door.

“‘Drid? I made us some grub.” He waits a moment, and when no reply comes he eases open the door.

Indrid sits in the tub, staring in the direction of the window but not looking out it. Duck recalls the flat expression from when they were younger, but it seems so much worse now.

“Want me to get you a towel?”

“Hmm? Oh. Yes. Please.” Indrid’s detached tone carries into his movements, and climbs from the tub, seemingly uncaring of the fact he’s giving Duck an eyeful. Duck wishes he could appreciate it, but any desire he feels for those long legs and angular face is crushed under his worry.

Indrid eats mechanically. The only thing that keeps Duck from panicking is that, as he’s clearing the dishes, Indrid touches his wrist.

“This happens sometimes. I ride it out. You don’t need to worry about it.”

The statement calms his fears for a day. But then another day passes, and another, and another, and then it’s been a full week and Indrid has barely left bed, will read or watch videos without his expression shifting in the slightest, seeming so far removed from his usual self that Duck worries he’ll never come back.

Duck should have snuck off to feed three days ago. But he can’t bring himself to leave Indrid, even for an hour. When you feast on fear, now and then you come across someone whose fear that things will never be better, that they will never be better, have become too much.

(Sometimes you stand in an apartment, a human passed out at your feet, raising Cain until the neighbors barge in and find her and you see her a week later alive).

If the choice is starve or lose Indrid, his stomach can fuss all it likes.

Tonight, it rumbles so loud Indrid actually rolls over and looks at him.

“Have you eaten?”

Duck shakes his head and explains why.

“Can you feed from what fear is left in the house?”

“Nope. Because there ain’t any left. The downstairs tastes like hope and the landing tastes like happiness and I can’t eat those. In here is all steeped in sadness and I can’t eat that either.”

“I’m sorry.” Indrid whispers. Then an idea flickers across his face, “what if I watched some horror movies? I, I don’t have a lot of feeling in my right now, of any kind, but if nothing else a scary movie will distract me from how flat I feel and generate enough fear for you to eat.”

“Worth a shot. C’mon, let’s go be couch potatoes instead of, uh, bed potatoes?”

Duck builds a nest of blankets while Indrid queues up several of the “scariest movies ever made.”

Halfway through Martyrs, Indrid is showing little reaction, screams blare from the sound system, and Duck is regretting this plan. A third of the way through Terrifier, Duck’s whole face is hidden behind a pillow and he’s feeling kind of ill.

The screen mercifully goes black and Indrid sighs, “I don’t think it’s working. Are you getting any fear from me?”

“Couple of jumpscares gave me a little, but that’s about it.”

“I hate this.” Indrid tucks his knees to his chest, “I hate this, Duck. And I hate myself for the fact I could just promise you I’d be alright for an hour so you could eat, but I don’t want to, I don’t want to be alone, I can’t be alone. I want to cry or scream or laugh or do something and it’s like it’s all just out of reach. I don’t want to be unfeeling. Not like him. Never like him.” Indrid presses his forehead to his knees and Duck racks his brain for some way to fix this, to make up for all the times he wished he could help Indrid but didn’t know how.

He catches sight of himself in the window, his claws worrying his scales. He’s at a loss for how to help Indrid as a friend. But he might know how to help him as a monster.

“‘Drid? I got an idea. But” he gingerly reaches out, cupping his human’s face so their eyes meet, “before we do it, I need you to hear me when I say I will never, ever, ever actually hurt you. No matter what happens, can you remember that?”

Indrid rests his hands atop Duck’s, “I’ve never forgotten it.”

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A storm rolls from the ocean up into the hills at nightfall, wrapping around the house as Indrid lays in bed and wonders what Duck is planning. This is an improvement from hating himself or feeling so blank he’s certain he’s not really a person.

His monster had told him it would take him a few hours to figure out just how to execute his plan, but that he’d never leave the house and Indrid should holler if he needed him. And that if he had to, yelling the word “red” would stop the plan.

The lamp in the corner snaps to black and he groans.

“Duck? Could you see if that’s the breaker box or if we’re completely without power?”

There’s no reply. He mutters to himself and stands, searching for flashlights that don’t appear. And where the hell are his glasses?

Never mind. The sooner he does this, the sooner he can get back in bed.

The house is a blurry box of darkness as he steps into the hallway. Then the hall closet flies open and claw grabs his shoulder, trying to tug him into the space. It must be Duck, it has to be Duck.

“I, I spent plenty of time in the closet, I don’t need any more.” He tries to shrug off the hand and finds he can’t.

“Don’t care.” The growl is rougher than he’s ever heard it, “I’m hungry, slim.” Rows of teeth show in the darkness, the grip on his arm loosening so he can pull free right before they snap at him. He wants to pause and figure out the game, but the animal part of his brain has awoken violently and has no desire to stay near a lumber beast with hundreds of sharp teeth.

He bolts for the stairs, running down them as Duck’s laugh rumbles behind him.

“Cute how you think you can run. House is mine as much as it is yours.”

Indrid’s hand finds the handle of the front door. It’s unlocked. But it won’t open.

“You never did ask what powers I got.” Duck is on the landing, scales glowing a slimy green and smile wide, “bet you’re wishin’ you’d been a bit more thoughtful.”

“I, I am thoughtful!” He runs for the back door and discovers the same situation, “we’re friends.”

“Nah” growls a voice from the pantry, “we may be friends, but one of us is a skinny little human–don’t bother tryin’ the windows, they’re all locked–and the other…”

Duck bursts from the pantry, backing Indrid against the wall, “is a goddamn apex predator who’s gone too fuckin long without dinner.”

Indrid dives under Duck’s arm, heart booming in his chest, yelling as he runs, “I said I was sorry!”

“Sorry ain’t gonna cut it.” Duck snaps, charging after him. Indrid braces to be hit, but the monster is gone, leaving only a laugh in his place.

“Oh you’re cute when you’re scared.”

There’s no point in denying it, Duck can taste the truth.

“Yesyes, I’m very scared, which means you shouldn’t be hungry now.”

“Ain’t as hungry now, no. But this whole mess has got me thinkin’” the voice sneaks from under the floorboards, “I ain’t been taking advantage of the situation.”

“What situation?” If he stays right here, in the first floor hallway by the stairs. Duck won’t be able to get to him without Indrid seeing him coming. There’s no furniture, no beds, no closets.

Wait.

There’s a closet under the stairs.

One moment his feet are on the floor, the next they’re kicking helplessly in the air as Duck, on two legs, lifts him up. Pleasure sneaks beneath the adrenaline at how easy Duck handles him, how Indrid can see the muscles flexed beneath the fur.

“See, I’m thinkin we oughta have a new arrangement; I keep living here and keepin’ an eye on you. And you” the clawed hand circles his throat, “are my dinner, every. Goddamn. Day.”

“I have to be, be scared for that” he gasps, scratching at a scaled arm.

A blood-chilling grin, “You think I can’t find new ways to scare you? Lookit me, slim. I can do things to you that horror writer mind ain’t ever imagined.” Indrid jerks forward, Duck bringing them nose to nose, “you are mine, Indrid. I’m gonna do whatever I want to you, good use you whenever I need you, and you are gonna spend your life locked in this house because I ain’t ever lettin’ you free.”

Any fear, any pleasure he felt dies at those words. Panic slithers up his chest and he sobs, the horrible, ragged kind that feels like it will never stop.

“Indrid? Oh, oh fuck, or ‘Drid I’m so fuckin’ sorry.” Duck’s hold changes instantly, and cradles Indrid against his warm, fuzzy chest, his scales the pale, comforting color of glow-in-the dark stars “fuck, I shoulda thought about that, how he always talked about how he’d never let you leave”

Indrid wants to say it’s okay, that he doesn’t blame Duck for not remembering. All that comes out is another, harder sob.

“Shhh, hey, I got you. I got you.” The soft pad of his palm rubs along Indrid’s back, “Lemme, lemme get you-” there’s a whiff and then a tissue presses into his hand, “let’s get you some water, everything’ I read said snacks help.”

“You read?” Indrid manages between hiccups.

“I, uh, I was readin’ up on BDSM. It ain’t like there’s a guide to how to scare humans in a fun way so it seemed like the closest thing.” Duck opens the fridge, reaching for a Capri Sun. Indrid spots their reflections in the kitchen window, Duck carrying him like a thrift store teddy bear he has no intention of letting be discarded again.

He laughs, quietly at first, then bubbling up so forcefully he’s shaking them both. Duck carefully lowers him to the ground, clutching the juice to his chest as he murmurs, “You okay there?”

“Yes, yes I think I am. I certainly feel much more human than I did a half hour ago. And I…I realized something important.” He looks up into green eyes, “I love you, Duck. I think I may have loved you for a long time.”

Duck tilts his snout forward, allowing Indrid to raise onto his toes and kiss it, “I love you too, ‘Drid.”

“Shall we turn the lights back on?”

“Uh, that wasn’t part of my plan. Powers out to the whole area.”

“In that case, I request you bear me to the living room and make me a fire.”

Duck lifts him into a bridal carry with a pleased snort, “You got it.”

Once the fire is going, Duck pulls into Indrid his lap, insisting on feeding him bits of strawberry PopTarts as Indrid gradually feels more and more like his normal self. The depressive episode is still lingering, and he knows it won’t go away that easily, but it’s as if he’s purged a great deal of it from his system.

Duck is so attentive that Indrid’s cock begins to take notice, something he wishes it would do when the monster wasn’t close enough to see him tenting his yoga pants.

“Well now, what have we here?” Duck wipes the crumbs on the rug, then trails a claw up Indrid’s leg.

“We have a situation in which I am both very turned on by the fact that you could so easily pursue and subdue me and also by having such a magnificent creature doting on me like this.” Indrid looks up through his lashes, “I don’t suppose my monster has had such thoughts about me?”

“Hell yeah.” Duck rests his chin on Indrid’s shoulder, “figured you’d rather have a human fella so I never said anything. But, uh, seems I was wrong.” A large paw cups Indrid through his pants, “y’know, back when we were teens, used to get so fuckin turned on by those, uh, those mothman pajama pants you had.”

Indrid laughs, petting his hand along Duck’s back. The spines on them aren’t sharp, and feel more like polished wood beneath the soft dusting of fur. As he rubs them Duck makes a pleased click-growl.

“I’m serious, I had this whole damn fantasy about just, just holdin you down and humpin you through ‘em, so they’d feel soft on my dick and you’d cum on the bed and go all melty.”

Indrid kisses his cheek, “these pants are even softer than those were.”

“Seems they are.” Duck carefully turns Indrid to be facing away from him, then slowly grinds against his ass, the click-purrs growing louder with each roll of his hips. He nuzzles and nips Indrid’s neck and Indrid sighs, relaxing against him as one claw runs up and down his cock.

“Spread your legs for me a sec, darlin. There we go. Close ‘em for me?”

Indrid obeys and looks down. The cock between his thighs his a thick head tapering to a thinner base, with ridges swirling up the sides. The head is dotted with small, short nodes that wriggle as a pearly fluid drips from the center.

“Ooooh! Oh I’d very much like to suck that later.”

“You got it darlin. But right now.” Duck cups his cock in his palm, the movement of his hips causing Indrid to grind against it, “let’s see just how cute you look when you cum.”

“I’m not that close ye-AH, ohgod” Indrid gasps as Duck scrapes his tusks down his shoulder.

“Y’know, my kind mark their mates with these. You someone all scratched up here, you know they’re spoken for.”

“Yes, yesyes.”

“You’re mine, ‘Drid. But not because you’re stuck; because I love you so goddamn much and I, I wanna make, wanna make-” he cuts off with a growl as his hips pump harder and the nodes begin turning to tentacles, “make you feel so fucking good, oh fuck, fuck darlin if your thighs are this good your ass is gonna be even better.”

Indrid moans and wiggles in his arms, cumming with a little squeak; he’s too tired for it to be intense, but it’s bliss all the same, and as he melts against his monster there’s a loud grunt and then cum is spreading down his thighs.

“Guess I’ll need another bath.” He murmurs.

“Uh huh.”

“But this time I’d better have company.” Indrid kisses a scaly arm.

Duck kisses him gently, “You got it. You know I never mind staying by your side.”

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enchantingkryptoniteheart-blog · 11 months

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Chapter 6

*Mistlynn*

Her mind was a whirlwind of emotional chaos as she walked alongside Balin, slowly rubbing her wrists in attempt to relieve the lingering pain of her bonds he had gently removed.

The White Kingdom has never needed to be in one place for longer than a season. They moved with the weather to always have sustenance to grow. Mistlynn could not fathom living one's life in one place; Never moving and living within the same walls around her day in and day out.

Her pace was slow and cautious through the golden laid passages of what Balin called the Hall of Kings. She could feel the energy of the centuries of lives that had lived in these halls.

She had never seen such grandeur in all her life; nor a room so gorgeous and ancient filled with so much history, sadness and love. So much destruction and rebirth chronicled in vivid detail. She never knew such knowledge and opulence existed. She was so lost in her rampaging thoughts she failed to realize Balin had ceased talking. His gaze looking upon her expectantly, white bushy eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I'm sorry. Did you ask me a question?" She stammered, trying to feign a look of indifference. Very unconvincingly it would seem.

Balin blinked, hiding his smirk. "I apologize my dear, but you seem to be … a little overwhelmed."

"It's hard not to be standing in such a room as this."

He watched her as though she was gliding across the gilded floor towards the vastly impressive statue of Thrain I, Thorin's great grandfather who had led Durin's folk from the overtaken halls of Moria by the Balrog. The sheer raw power of the lifelike stone looking upon her conveyed a sense of unease, as though this proud Dwarf King looked down at her judging her naivety. She looked away, trying to hide the feelings of being minuscule and unworthy.

Just then a portrait caught her eye, the rich colors of the paint were breathtakingly realistic. The couple in the portrait flanked with their three children looked so stoic and regal. The woman sat in an ornate chair of gilded woodwork on a lush navy cushion. She was adorned in a breathtakingly beautiful gown of cornflower blue and white silken layers that were beautifully enhanced by silver embroidery and precious stones. What could be seen as gaudy seemed to be perfection in its execution. A graceful diadem was elegantly interlaced in a wave of luscious golden curls and braids of hair.

The stately man stood behind her, his hand placed lovingly upon her shoulder. His striking attire was as black as a raven's wing with deep midnight blue, making his bright vivid blue eyes all the more striking, as if they were glowing. The thick hair and beard peppered with black and silvery grey waves added to his look of distinguished stoicism.

A darling young girl with shining black curls and sweet smile looked as though she had been cut from the same cloth as the woman. Her matching frock shimmered as though she was floating happily upon her mother's lap.

The younger boy favored his mother's coloring of golden locks and exuded a sunny disposition even thru this painting. The older boy was a younger replica of the man both in appearance and temperament. But the eyes of this boy though matching the prominent blue of his fathers, seemed different; pensive yet caring. They immediately drew Mistlynn in pulling her slowly closer. There was a resemblance in his eyes she couldn't place. All three children shared the remarkable blue eyes of their father, but the older son's eyes called to her in a familiar way.

Balin walked up alongside her silently. His eyes twinkling. "Beautiful, isn't it? This rendition is one of my favorites. Thorin always favored his father in appearance, but he was always his mother's kindred spirit."

She turned abruptly to Balin in surprise. He nodded towards her with a kind smile on his face. "When Erebor fell to the dragon Smaug, we lost not only thousands of our kin, but Thorin suffered the loss of both his dear mother and grandmother. He led our people to safety while his grandfather and father struggled between their grief and dragon sickness." Mistlynn tried not to show her confusion at the words as she had never heard of dragon sickness before "He worked in the cities of man as a blacksmith to help clothe and feed what was left of our women and children. Then, the Battle of Azanulbizar came with a steep price for our people. Azog the Defiler beheaded his grandfather, Thror, in front of him. His younger brother Frerin and many of our kin were lost to the wretched orcs that day. His father Thrain was driven so mad with grief he disappeared. We were never able to find him. Sorrowfully, we learned too late he was captured and tortured for years by Azog in the dungeons of Dol Guldur."

Balin took a deep breath, steadying the emotion that started to make his strong voice waiver Mistlynn noticed a hint of tears welling behind his eyes before blinking them away covering the sadness with a halfhearted smile thru his snow-white beard.

Mistlynn blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the tears she felt gathering up behind her eyes.

"So much pain, loss and most of all; death. He's never been the same since the death of his family. Becoming a leader at fifty and three was so much to carry on his young shoulders, he has held his own better than I could have ever imagined though and has made the safety and prosperity of our people more important that of himself."

She swallowed thickly, feeling the shame flush through her body at an alarming rate. The words she had so evilly spit at Thorin coming back in waves causing her breathing to hitch and the desire to retch upon the gilded floors to become ever so strong.

"I find it curious that you are not familiar with our history. It is well known throughout our race." Balin commented, as he studied her face.

Mistlynn twisted her hands with an anxious energy, trying all she could to hide the sadness and guilt upon her face. "I had no idea of your people's history, or that of any others outside of the White Kingdoms. I am finding I know nothing of Arda's and feel as though the little we all have been told, as to why we should never leave our lands may have been for reasons that now no longer exist."

Balin looks upon her in silence hoping to not spook her and allow her to keep speaking.

Mistlynn takes a deep breath not knowing why but feeling as though she is safe in asking her queries with Balin "Do you know the story of Belegost?"

Balin arched an eyebrow. "We didn't even realize your people existed until you were brought here. We have all been told of the tragic tale of Belegost falling into the sea with all of Beleriand. Stories have circulated, of course, amongst travelers and tradesmen of strange beings riding Dire Wolves and wearing strange attire but that has always been dismissed as mistaken identities or tall tales spun from tales of old. We believed only those that made it to Moria survived."

"I was never told that any made it to Moria, Master Balin. However, it was by design that you did not know we existed." She murmured, her eyes landing back on the portrait of young Thorin and his family. "We didn't want our existence to be known as fact, but rather as legend. So that we may be left to live our lives in peace. No judgement. No war. No greed."

Balin steadied himself, taking a deep breath as he tried to figure out what he should ask or say next. "My dear, would you care to explain why your people felt the need to hide from their own kind? Could it possibly be because of your lineage being intertwined now with that of the Elves?"

"You heard my disagreement with your King earlier, I take it?" Balin nodded with a Half smile.

“I cannot betray the secrets of my people. Surely you must understand that, but I will admit that there has not been a pure elf leader for generations." Shocked with herself that she spoke the words she had Mistlynn withdrew her eyes from upon his face.

Balin, noticing the apprehension in her answer and chose to no longer ask and save his questions for another time.

"I understand. Perhaps we can revisit this topic once we have gotten to know each other better." He said with a kind, peaceful smile.

Silence hung in the air for a long while before Mistlynn asked a question that had been plaguing her mind amongst all the other issues of the day.

“May I ask a favor of your kind sir?" Balin raised his eyebrow "Within reason my lady, I will grant any wish that is within my power."

“My Dire-Wolf Luna has been taken from me. I would like her back."

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Sons of the Summer King Excerpt: The Prologue

I submitted this for a writing contest and it didn't even make it to the long list, so I'll put it here instead. The fun begins under the cut vvv

The boy was wrapped in a white death-shroud when he was brought to the castle, cradled in the back of a cart. Jamos Dalion bent low over the body, long fingers carefully uncovering the face, the green-stained hands. The face was not that of one of his own children, but some nameless other’s. A woodworker, a weaver. A farmer, a villager. Sewn into the brown linen of his sleeve was a hill-rowan twig, and at his throat was a strand of dark green ivy. Neither had done him any good. “Forgive me, my lord,” said the grubby man who had brought the body, “but you shouldn’t touch him. Not bare- handed.” He drove the horse and cart, and following was a stream of curious and frightened villagers, not far from the castle gates. The sky was heavy with clouds, brown oak-leaves rattling on their twigs. The moors around cradled the hill and the castle in a dusk-grey sea. “We did as we’re meant to,” said the cart-driver, twisting his own gloved hands. “He’d been good and protected, in the old ways proper. As they always are, when they hunt in there.” “The old ways mean nothing. Not here. Not with this.” Not this time of year. Not when the hunt was more a shrike-like attack. “M’lord, my family – we’re of the old blood, we know the right ways of things. We told the boy what to do, all the right things – “ “Yet still he died. As did others.” It was not a question, but the villager quelled under his lord’s glance. “They did.” A cold wind blew, hissing through the dying heather. A small crowd of children stood behind the lord, most with his red hair and unsmiling face, watching with solemn curiosity. One of the little boys, a lad of eight summers, stared intently at the rowan berries resting against the corpse’s limp hand. He had his own today, in his own sleeve, and on the coldest nights of winter his mother would smudge his cheeks with their juices. Even within the castle’s safe walls. Even if he never dared set foot in the place where the dead boy had gone. Lord Jamos took the man quietly aside, out of earshot. “There was no sign of – him?” “No sign.” There never was. “How many dead?”

“Six. Seven, including the boy.” It was quick, then. Often it took more time than this, for them to show signs – long enough that many thought they had escaped this boy’s fate. And on the barest occasion, perhaps once every ten hunts, one did.

The boy’s eyes were half open, veins in the lids green-tinged. A sickly greenish hue emerged beneath his skin all over, choking his blood. Mage-touched.

He was younger than Jamos’ eldest son. The eyes, where they were not eerily green, had been pale brown. “Burn him in the village, along with the other dead,” the lord commanded. “Give them to the flames, and to the Holly King. They deserve an honourable crossing.” “What of those not yet dead, my lord?” “How close to death are they?” A look exchanged. A knowing one. “Close, my lord. Very close.” “Burn them too.” The cart went away, the dead boy and his protections with it. The lord turned to his family, slowly. Their cheeks were thin. It had been a bad year, and with worse to come. For he was not yet gone. The bringer of green-veined death, of childhood nightmares. In that cold, whispering autumn night the funeral-pyres blazed down in the village, smoke crossing the moors like sea-fog. It swirled into the dales and hollows, brushed the hills with snakelike tendrils.

At the far edge of the moor it halted, at a wall of trees deep with shadow. The Wood. Before the trees lay wreaths of wildflowers, bare twigs twined together in the shapes of folk charms, crossed circles made of rowan wood. The smoke trailed around them, the wind leaving them feebly fluttering. In the darkness between the trees there was no sound, no movement. But the fearful eyes of the nearby village kept watch, as they watched the reeking bonfires all through the long night.

And the children of Dalion remembered; the sons and daughters who sat huddled at the castle windows high above and, too, watched. They never forgot the shadow of the Wood. They never forgot the green veins beneath pallid death-skin, creeping like a poison, like lightning, like summer vines.

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Incorporating British Elegance: Classic Styles for London Bathroom Renovations

In the heart of London, where tradition meets modernity, bathroom renovations take on a unique significance. If you're contemplating a bathroom remodeling project in London, consider incorporating classic British elegance to infuse your space with sophistication and style.

London bathroom renovations offer a canvas to blend traditional and contemporary elements seamlessly. Begin by focusing on timeless design features that stand the test of time. From regal claw-footed tubs to sleek pedestal sinks, these classic fixtures bring an air of sophistication to any bathroom space.

One key element in bathroom remodeling London is the use of neutral color palettes. Opt for soft creams, muted greys, or calming whites to create a serene ambiance. These hues not only enhance the perception of space but also serve as a timeless backdrop for the rest of your design elements.

To further evoke British charm, consider incorporating bespoke cabinetry and intricate moldings. Custom-built cabinets with a nod to traditional British woodworking add a touch of luxury and provide practical storage solutions. Crown moldings, wainscoting, and beadboard panels contribute to the overall classic aesthetic, bringing a sense of history into your modern London bathroom.

When selecting fixtures and hardware, opt for polished chrome or brushed nickel finishes for a refined touch. These materials not only exude elegance but are also easy to maintain, ensuring longevity in your bathroom renovation.

For flooring and wall coverings, consider classic marble or porcelain tiles in a herringbone or basket-weave pattern. These timeless choices not only add texture but also contribute to the overall opulence of your London bathroom.

By blending classic styles with modern amenities, your space will exude sophistication and charm for years to come. For expert guidance and execution of your vision, trust Fix All Magic – your partner in creating a bathroom that seamlessly marries tradition and innovation.

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Trends in Noida's Interior Design

In the midst of our daily life struggles, our home is the one place that offers us serenity and to which we can return at the end of a long, trying day.

However, to attain the desired calm and peace, you have to pull up your socks and turn to those home décor plans you have been postponing for the last year! It’s time to turn over a new chapter and start with beautiful interior designs to change the look of your house!

Take a look at our list of remarkable interior design trends in Noida to spruce up your home décor done by the best interior designer in Noida

Light Shade Woodwork

Each type of wood is different in color. Some are light while others are dark (such as Teak, generally dark, whereas Maplewood is light).

The past few years have all been about light wood. Thus, designing cabinets, closets, and side tables with wood like maple, red oak, white oak, bamboo, and so on will add some much-needed elegance and grace to your home décor. If you are willing to get this done, you can consider an interior designer in Noida.

How to Use it?

Wooden work in the home brings warmth and texture. With light-shaded wood designs, it makes the place look more spacious.

This is what makes it a common décor trend in Noida for those with compact homes. It’s safe to say that light wooden flooring will be a major trend in the coming years.

Pantone Colours

Every year, Pantone releases color shades for the entire decoration industry. In 2020, it was classic blue, and in 2021, it is brooding grey.

Pantone colors bring about a sense of resilience, strength, and calm in the house. Pairing it with dark yellow will add a dollop of charm to your home.

How to Use it?

Use a grey tone on your home walls and pair it with the yellow shade of furniture such as cabinets, sofas, chairs, etc.

You can use a bright yellow headboard to complement the grey hue of your walls. The yellow furniture will spice up the look of your living room.

Rounded Furniture

The last decade was all about straight-line sofas and furniture. But today, people are going gaga about rounded furniture. Whether they are compact sofas, dining tables, or balcony chairs, rounded furniture is all set to rock this season.

How to Use it?

If you want to redecorate your living room, pick a couch or sofa set with curves. For the dining room, you can choose rounded back chairs with shapely curved legs. You can also add a round coffee table to your living room accompanied by a patterned rug to complete the look.

Eco-friendly Décor

People love plants and greens, but with how busy modern lifestyles have become, it becomes hard to stay connected with nature and gardening.

However, you can still get an eco-friendly home space with indoor plants and enjoy the gardening vibes. Indoor plants have become a desirable option in Noida homes, as they are easy to maintain and provide a sense of calmness within.

How to Use it?

In Indian metro cities, houseplants are the new natural. As traveling to the hills is not always possible, houseplants can be a great way to bring some greenery to your doorstep.

You can purchase indoor plants like jasmine, money plants, orchids, etc., to bring a positive essence to your home.

Victorian Era Décor

One of the most popular trends throughout the world is Victorian-era décor. It is a timeless and classic décor trend that several households in India are slowly waking up to.

The Victorian era was a time of oversized furniture and dramatic, warm, and complex design. However, it is a nightmare for a minimalist, but a dream design for people with big houses.

How to Use it?

You can start with dark shades and big furniture like a king-size bed, carved wooden add-ons, wall decoration, classical accessories, patterned carpets, etc. Victorian-style designs bring out a sense of grace and style in your home.

Wall Patterns

To turn a plain and dull house into one that’s creative and trendy, you need to go above and beyond. The walls of your home are the first thing that anyone walking in for the first time would notice.

So, shift from bare walls to varied wall patterns to amplify the ambiance and artistry of your home.

How to Use it?

You can add POP panels, both attractive and budget-friendly, with solid wood patterns to the living room wall, storage wall designs, etc.

Wall patterns make your living space look aesthetic, so try to implement any of the trending wall patterns and transform your home décor.

Accessorize with Artefacts

Noida is a city that’s deep-rooted in tradition, but at the same time very modern and contemporary.

Dress up your home with an eclectic collection of artifacts, both old and new, that speak to your personality and align well with your home décor theme.

Wall art, sculptures, and accessories add the final touch to your home décor and tie the different elements together beautifully.

False Ceilings

One of the very popular trends in cities like Noida is false ceilings. Today, home interiors seem incomplete without a beautiful fifth wall.

Metal frames and wooden ceilings are two of the most common décor trends that bring out the beauty in the fifth wall of your home.

How to Use it?

POP has been around for decades. Some other trends including gypsum and wood ceilings have caught the attention of millennials. You can use it as a single-layer or multi-layer to add a beautiful finish to your house.

A beautiful home brings excitement and serenity, all at the same time. With the latest style statements and trends, you can easily amplify the overall look of your house.

Livinterio brings you the latest home décor trends in Noida by top interior designer in Noida to help you transform your home into an ingenious work of art!

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Kitchen Design Ideas - Questions

Kitchen Ideas & Designs April Case Underwood Stacy Zarin Goldberg Kitchen - large traditional u-shaped brown flooring and black lumber floor kitchen area concept in DC Metro with a farmhouse sink, shaker closets, gray cupboards, quartzite countertops, ceramic backsplash, stainless steel devices, an island, grey countertops and white backsplash Kitchen - large conventional u-shaped brownish flooring and black hardwood flooring kitchen area concept in DC Metro along with a farmhouse sink, hand cupboards, grey cupboards, quartzite countertops, ceramic backsplash, stainless steel steel devices, an isle, gray countertops and white backsplash Studio Dearborn A young household relocating coming from NYC addressed a lightning fast makeover of their brand new early american resurgence home prior to the landing of their 2nd little one. The cooking area area was fairly sizable but needed a revamp and brand-new style. The kitchen area room was established up to hold a few desks and chairs and the best region appeared a little bit over the top. It has a tiny, slender passage at the right and an nearing carport that was designed like a cross-section of the steps. There was a tiny, timber table at the back of the residence and four couches. There were actually three little bedrooms upstairs and two even more chairs. Repainted cabinetry matched to Benjamin Moore’s Light Pewter is balanced by grey glazed rift oak cabinetry on the island. In this collection, there is actually an extreme naturalism of the rainforest, while on the ocean flooring the sunlight radiates brighter than ever. The kitchen cabinetry is established at night to provide an even darker shade of eco-friendly. If you are looking for the excellent blend of tropical panache and classic style, pick a place where you will certainly. Shiplap woodwork on the isle and closet give a a little contemporary side. It is a very clear and attractive option. The paneling is an exquisite one, producing it an best option for the folks that love to take an diverse range of styles into life… We will find we are not only generating the best assortment of old-fashioned gallery tools and a great portfolio of old-fashioned games extras, but we also reveal the world what a tough heritage and advancement this tradition has in the pc gaming field. White colored bronze equipment by Schaub & Co. in a contemporary pub shape provide tidy lines with some texture in a warm metallic tone. The equipment features a strong silver plated brass building and construction and is crafted of a sound gold appearance. All components is additionally handcrafted from the finest, greatest high quality materials. The household furniture is built with the finest equipment and products to match and go with your certain demands. As viewed in pictures above, we proudly lug most of the absolute best and finest premium product at our storehouse. White Marble countertops in “Alpine Mist” generate a good shade palette while the ashen blue/grey Waterworks backsplash adds a touch of colour. For even more details go to https://www.alpine-marsh.com Please keep in mind that there will definitely be certain days (or months) where waterfalls and stone wall surfaces are going to develop, but will be under the supervision of our staff, so examine this page when you are carried out!

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Green Kitchens

If you’re planning on remodeling your kitchen, green is one of the colors you should consider. However, if you’re new to the world of green colors, there are several different ways you can incorporate them into your kitchen. You may want to try a vibrant green table with ghost chairs arranged around it. Another way to incorporate the color into your kitchen is to install tall, mint-colored cabinets. Keeping the green color contemporary, you can also add bronze accents and uber-chic lighting.

Olive green

For those who love a vibrant pop of color, olive green is a great choice for kitchens. It goes well with brights like orange, red, and yellow and is an excellent choice for a retro look. Choosing a duck egg blue backsplash will help bring out the green cabinets. You can also use this vibrant hue in other areas of the kitchen.

Olive green is one of the popular colors for kitchens, and is currently on trend. The ‘overtly olive’ kitchen paint by Dulux has become a firm favourite in recent years. This calming, earthy colour can be styled in a variety of ways. Its natural earthy tones are complementary with neutrals and other colours, creating a relaxed atmosphere in a kitchen.

The olive green color looks stunning in kitchens with white cabinets and woodgrain countertops. Lighter woodtones will add a natural feel to a lime green kitchen, while a deep woodtone will add a richness to the space. A highly saturated lime shade is also a great choice for a soffit or open kitchen shelving.

Sage green

A sage green kitchen can be both soothing and inviting. This cool color works well against light grey or white walls. It can make a small kitchen feel larger. It goes well with natural materials, especially wood. Warm metallic accents are also a nice touch. Sage green goes well with light brown tiles, too.

This cool shade of green is also ideal for a coastal kitchen. It is a fresh and airy colour that pairs well with stone flooring and wooden worktops. It also looks great with black marble and ironwork. When selecting a green paint color, take inspiration from green things in nature. A few examples include a cucumber, asparagus spear, cooking apple skin, and a fragrant bunch of sage.

A sage green kitchen is a beautiful way to bring a sophisticated feeling to a kitchen. It looks great with light neutrals and tropical plants, which can add drama to the space. A sage green kitchen can also be paired with natural wood finishes to warm the area. It can also look stunning when paired with black, which is a beautiful contrast with sage.

Country apple green

The country apple green kitchen is a beautiful shade of green that works well with any decor. To add a touch of country charm to your kitchen, use the colour to decorate your cabinets. Choose a muted shade of green, such as a grey with green undertones. Then add accents of pink or other greens to bring out the green.

Choosing a shade of green that isn’t too vivid or too muted can add an unexpected pop of colour to your kitchen. Pale greens will look great when combined with white woodwork and natural textures such as wicker or wooden panels. Use a soft apple green to create a calming atmosphere.

Green is a color that is easy to match because of its many shades. Try contrasting it with light colors like white and cream walls, or use natural wood furnishings for a warm, welcoming feel. This color is both soothing and uplifting, which means it’s perfect for any kitchen.

Mint green

Mint green kitchens can convey a sense of freshness. The warm shades of mint green have similar undertones to French creams and whites, and can be a great alternative to the drab whites and grays that are often featured in Pinterest kitchen designs. In addition, these shades pair well with sleek marble and brass fixtures.

Mint green can be used as a bold accent color or as a soft hue. Mint green wallpaper or chevron designs are both beautiful ways to incorporate the color into your kitchen. Accessories and artwork can also add to the color. You can also get custom-made furniture in this shade if you want a more unique look.

It’s important to note that mint green doesn’t strike the same chord with buyers as sage, another popular color. It can actually depress the resale value of your home by up to $2,000, so it’s best to steer clear of this color when you’re planning to sell your home.

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We understand that to be successful is to stay ahead of the curve. That means staying current with the latest technology and design trends. We always want to improve our products or services without breaking the bank. That’s why we stay connected to the latest technologies of NKBA, National Kitchen and Bath Association. In addition, at Vancouver Kitchen renovation, our primary focus is providing sustainable kitchen design and renovation packages, and we believe in sustainable living. Sustainable living is a way of life in harmony with nature. It is a lifestyle which focuses on the preservation of our environment. Sustainable living is a philosophy emphasizing respect for the environment and concern for its well-being. This means we should take care of the planet and treat it as if it were our home. We should try to preserve what we have and protect it from destruction. If we do this, we will enjoy the benefits of the earth’s resources for many generations. Whether you’re planning a major remodel or adding finishing touches to your current kitchen, we’d love to discuss your project. Book your showroom consultation online.

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These are the main layouts of a basic kitchen plan.

The four basic kitchen layout plans include L-shaped, U-shaped, T-shaped, and open-concept kitchens. These designs will depend on the area and number of appliances. To create a functional kitchen design, you should consider these various kitchen layouts.

L-Shaped Kitchen: The L-shaped kitchen is one of the most popular layouts because it’s efficient and can be easily customized. It is great for small and medium-sized kitchens, as it doesn’t require much space. You can add an island to this layout if you have the space.

U-Shaped Kitchen: The U-shaped kitchen is perfect for medium to large-sized kitchens because it offers many counter space and storage options. This layout can be customized with an island, but it’s unnecessary.

T-Shaped Kitchen. This kitchen design is ideal for large kitchens. It offers lots of counter space and is very versatile. The layout can be customized by adding an island, but that is unnecessary.

Open-Concept Cooking: If you have large rooms or homes, the open-concept kitchen will work well. This layout has no walls or boundaries, so it’s perfect for entertaining.

Is it better to put a backsplash or countertop on the first floor?

Before installing countertops or backsplashes, it is important to install the countertop. This will enable you to accurately measure the countertop and cut the backsplash so it fits perfectly. For proper backsplash installation, the countertop must be installed before any appliances and plumbing fixtures.

Should I leave my home during the kitchen remodeling?

If you love to eat takeout, you don’t have to leave. For children and pets with young children, you might be able to live at a neighbor’s house. This will ensure that your kids are safe and don’t get in the way. You’ll be able to keep your sanity intact if you don’t have to deal with construction noises and dust every day. If you decide to move out, get a written estimate from your contractor of how long the job will take. That way, you can plan your relocation around their timeline.

How to Save Money On Kitchen Remodel Costs

Here are some ways to save money on your kitchen remodel.

Do your research.

Research is the first step in any kitchen remodel. This will give you an idea of what you want from your kitchen remodel. Research will help you find cost-saving options.

Make a budget.

Once you have an idea about what you want from your kitchen remodel project, it is time to set a budget. This will allow you to determine the amount of money you will spend on your project. You must also stick to your budget in order to avoid going overboard.

Check out other websites for specials and discounts.

Consider looking for deals and discounts when shopping for kitchen appliances and materials. This will allow for you to save money when renovating your kitchen.

Find a reliable contractor.

When looking for a contractor to work on your kitchen remodel, you must find one who is reputable and has a good track record. You can get high-quality work done at a reasonable cost by a reputable contractor.

You can do the work.

You might be able do the work yourself, if you have the skills. This will help you save money on kitchen remodel costs and give you a sense of satisfaction knowing that you did the job yourself.

These tips will help save you money when remodeling your kitchen.

Are open-concept and modular kitchens in decline?

Open-concept cooking is still very popular as they allow for easy access to all the kitchen areas. For many reasons, some homeowners choose to return to more traditional kitchen designs.

Open-concept cooking can be very noisy. Open-concept kitchens can be difficult to clean due to all the cooking fumes and dust that circulate throughout the house.

Family members who love to cook together will appreciate open-plan kitchens. They can be dangerous for children who like to cook and aren’t always listening to their parents. You should carefully weigh the pros & cons of an open-concept style kitchen before you make your decision.

What is the most expensive part of a kitchen remodel?

This question is not definitive as the costs of kitchen remodels can vary widely depending on what project they are. Experts believe that a high end kitchen remodel could cost from $40,000-$100,000. So, planning a major kitchen overhaul, you could be looking at a hefty price tag. If you are not making structural changes, custom cabinets will often be the most costly part of your kitchen remodel.

25-35% of the total costs will be covered by custom cabinets. Countertops, appliances and flooring are some other big-ticket items. If you are tight on budget, it may be necessary to prioritize which kitchen pieces you want to renovate the most. It is possible to have a beautiful kitchen with minimal expense if you plan well.

However, there are many ways to reduce costs. Focusing on cosmetic changes is a better option than major structural overhauls. Instead of gutting the whole kitchen, you could refinish cabinets or put in new countertops. To save on labour costs, consider doing some of the work yourself if your project is larger.

There are many ways to make your kitchen remodel affordable, regardless of your budget. It is possible to create the kitchen you desire without spending a fortune.

Where should pots and pans go in the kitchen?

Pots and pans should be kept in the cupboard above your stove. This keeps them in reach when you need them. It also makes your kitchen counters look neat and clean. Pot racks can be useful to organize and keep pots and pans within reach.

Statistics

Keep 10 to 25 percent of List 2, depending on the budget. (familyhandyman.com)

Followed by cabinet cost, labour, and appliance costs consume 20 percent each of your budget. (hgtv.com)

According to Burgin, some hinges have this feature built-in, but it’s an add-on cost for other models of about $5 retail, adding up to $350 to $500 for an entire kitchen, depending on size. (hgtv.com)

This is rather grim, but according to Business Insider, 12 percent of couples consider getting a divorce while renovating their home! (familyhandyman.com)

Experts also recommend setting aside 20 percent of your budget for surprises, including unpleasant demolition discoveries. One is water damage, the electricity that is not up to code, or other budget-spiking gotchas. (hgtv.com)

External Links

familyhandyman.com

Family Handyman

Create an Open, Craftsman-Style Kitchen (DIY)

houzz.com

The Habitatilist – Project Photos & Reviews – South Orange, NJ US

The Kitchen Workbook: 8 Elements for a Craftsman Kitchen

homeguide.com

2022 Kitchen Remodel Cost Estimator

Cost to Add A Room Per Foot

homeadvisor.com

Learn how much it costs to Remodel a Kitchen – Compose: SEO.

How does a kitchen renovation increase my home’s worth? – HomeAdvisor

How To

How to design your kitchen layout

Although there’s no perfect layout for a kitchen, some layouts work well in certain spaces. These are some ideas to help you design the kitchen layout that works best in your space.

Start with the essentials. The first step in determining what you have in your kitchen is to decide what can be sacrificed. If you don’t cook very often, you may not be in need of a large stove or oven.

You should also consider the traffic flow. Next, think about how your family uses the kitchen. Also consider how traffic flows through it. You need enough space for your family to move around without bumping into each others.

Maximize storage. The third step of maximising storage is in the kitchen. This includes food storage as well as cookware storage. You will want to ensure that everything has a home and is easily accessible.

Include your personal style. The fourth step is to incorporate your style into the kitchen layout. This covers everything, from countertops and cabinets to flooring and appliances. Choose materials and finishes that reflect your style.

Work with a professional. A professional kitchen designer is the fifth and final step. They can help you create a layout that meets all of your needs and works well within your space

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This white minimalistic living room has a South Indian-style design that uses a lot of traditional woodwork to complement the warm white colour scheme. A beautiful collaboration of a white minimalistic bedroom design with accent baby pink wall design A Calming White Minimalistic Living Room Design With Indian Traditional Elements Overall, the bedroom has a clean, clutter-free design that will calm you down the minute you walk into the room. The bedroom design uses grey in the floor rug and bedcover and beige in the curtains to interplay with two other minimalistic colour choices. Another fun element in the bedroom is the wooden finish in the headboard and the wardrobe shelf that adds freshness to the place. The pink adds a dimension in the interiors, keeping things subtle and yet attractive. The plainness of the white colour scheme is tweaked with a baby pink accent wall by the headboard. The room has a bright white colour scheme for the walls, ceiling, wardrobe and floor. If you are still unsure, here’s another white minimalistic bedroom. An off-white minimalistic bedroom design to inspire simplicity A White Minimalistic Bedroom Design With Wooden And Baby Pink Elements The rest of the bedroom design is kept minimal and elegant. To add liveliness to the room, we have added a bright-coloured printed bedsheet with chocolate brown curtains. The colour beige with off-white creates a very soothing ambience - ideal for bedrooms. We got a simple, minimalistic off-white bedroom design with a lot of design elements in beige. If plain bright white is not your thing, go for the warmer white minimalistic bedroom designs that are great for homes. Related Article Modern Minimalistic Bedroom Designs An Off-White Minimalistic Bedroom Design With Interesting Beige Additions A seriously soothing all-white minimalistic bedroom design The use of white comfortable bed sheets and transparent lace curtains add a cosy vibe to the place, making the white room warm and homely. The white is maintained even in the window frames, the curtains, the flower vase and the side lamp. The white wooden bed is decorated with a soft white bed sheet and pillows. So, here’s our take on an all-white minimalistic bedroom.Īs you can see, we have used plain bright white in the wall colours and the furniture colours.

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But if you know how to tweak white with the correct elements and furniture, an all-white minimalistic bedroom can be the perfect haven for your carefree nights of sleep. Why? Because all-white may seem to be a bit cold, and at times, even dull in home interiors. However, people often find it difficult to use white as the sole colour option for homes. White is a universal home interior colour. However, it nowhere means minimalistic white houses are boring! Don’t believe us? Well, how about we take you on a tour of some of the most attractive white minimalist bedrooms, living rooms, kitchens and even bathrooms? These are our handpicked white minimalistic interiors that will surely brighten your home with the simplest of designs.Īn All-White Minimalist Bedroom Design That Will Sweep You Off Your Feet So, the colour white does become a very predictable colour scheme for minimalistic homes. Though minimalistic designs have several colour palette options, white has been the most common colour in this type of interior set-up. The critical aspects of minimalistic interior design are clean design lines, expansive spatial plans, uncomplicated wall designs, functional furniture and soft colour palettes. This is why minimalist designs are prevalent these days. And why not? The interior theme brings a lot of freedom and focuses on the fundamental elements in the design - giving you better grid layouts and functionality of spaces. Minimalistic design has become one of the most sought-after interior themes in recent years. Brighten up your life with these radiant white minimalistic design ideas for every room at your place

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How To Design Your House in Scandinavian Style in Canada

Whether you've seen it in an IKEA catalog, minimalist blogs, or your best friend's living space, you're undoubtedly familiar with the Scandinavian interior design style. It's clean, crisp, inviting, peaceful, and interesting all at the same time. But what exactly is Scandi design? And how do you incorporate it into your own environment? It's a style that's impossible to imitate if you don't understand what makes it effective.

If you’ve ever checked out any Scandinavian online furniture store, you’ll see that the essence of Scandinavian design is subtle elegance. Clean, polished, simple, and well-organised is the look. But what is it about it that makes it so popular? Scandinavian design is easy to maintain since it emphasizes simplicity. Its organizing approach decreases clutter and the feeling of being overwhelmed. Above all, it's functional and comfortable. A Scandinavian-style living room is stylish and inviting, making it an excellent place to unwind.

We'll teach you important Scandinavian design principles to help you grasp the philosophy behind the aesthetic, as well as practical Scandinavian design suggestions, so you may benefit from this beautiful, functional, and peaceful interior design style, too.

1. Minimize

Scandinavian interior design places a strong emphasis on airy, spacious areas with plenty of room to walk around. White space and simple visual features like lines convey a sense of strength and calm. What does a Scandinavian-style room not really have that it's not cluttered. The less is the more is the core philosophy of Scandinavian design. Scandinavian homes were typically small in the late 1950s and early 1960s, so there wasn't much room for opulent accents and decorations. As a result, designers tend to steer clear of elaborate or extravagant ornamentation, while storage is well used.

2. Paint it all white with a subtle grey pastel

White may be vast, open, and joyful as many people might believe, because it enhances light. All you need to do is add the appropriate accent colours and accessories. While white flooring is occasionally used in Scandinavian home design, you can also use pastels, vivid neutrals, and grey. Woodwork plays a significant role in Scandinavian architecture. White paint or light wood, such as teak, might be used on the hardwood floors. Your home will undoubtedly get cosier thanks to the material. Get rid of the wall-to-wall carpet and use area rugs only when necessary.

3. Bring in some nature

Scandinavian design puts a premium on nature. Bringing your plants inside and incorporating them into your décor is one way to express your affection for them. You may even make the plants the main focus of your rooms. Spaces are enlivened and given new life by plants, flowers, and other botanical. The natural, minimalist beauty of Scandinavian design is enhanced by these live components, which also lend a splash of color.

4. Invest in a classic, three-seater sofa

"The sofa is a basic piece of furniture. You use it rather frequently. To create room for the sofa, which is more comfortable, you move everything else. Even if you had the space, We would never advise someone to get a large sectional. With a three-seater sofa, you may add additional seating options like a daybed or a lounge chair. These particular furniture items can be used for much more. Small gems like the Lofia, Bendt, and Raholt dining chairs are part of Scandinavian design's functional minimalism. These chairs were made to outlast the fashions that come and go in the design world since they are sturdy, comfortable, and classic. With our Scandinavian dining chairs, you can enjoy the ideal harmony of comfort and contemporary design. MOE's home collection, find the seating arrangement of your dreams. We as a society are really preoccupied with constructing and having finished spaces.

5. Use contrast

Scandinavian room design adheres to the contrast design idea, as do the majority of interior design trends. When people hear the word "contrast," they frequently picture hues at the opposite extremes of the color wheel, but in this context, contrast can refer to a variety of design features (think: shape, size, texture, mood). Contrast old and modern, abstract and natural, straight and wavy, neutral and flashes of color, harsh and soft, practicality and warmth instead of contrasting different colors. Find ways to contrast your core items, such as the walls, furniture, light fixtures, and wall art, to heighten the effect.

Scandinavian design features primarily straight and clean lines and is both incredibly functional and stunning. The secret to designing a home that genuinely exemplifies this style is to keep things straightforward and stick to the bare minimum.

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Part Ten

Summary: Baldwin Montclair had a string of ex girlfriends, a single child, and a lifetime longer than most people could dream of to make all kinds of mistakes.His family knew one which kept coming out of the woodwork to irritate him every other century.

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The Alemmani rebels fled shortly after the first column of Roman soldiers advanced out beyond the edge of the forest. Miles of scorched, blackened earth smouldered gently beneath their boots as the regiment marched towards Flavia Aeduorum, weaving around mounds of rubble that had once been homes.

Lucius frowned. They were fast approaching a verdant green strip of land that stood out in stark contrast to the hellscape around it. There was a large grey building at one end of it- a barn, perhaps- and the tangled mess of overgrown plants surrounding it were beginning to try and climb up its sides.

It was a vineyard. The vines had been stripped of their fruit, and the plot had clearly been larger before the rebels torched more than half of it. The boundary of the property extended a good distance away, the wooden boundary a charcoal smear beside the still-thriving plants. The building at the end of the plot turned out to be a mausoleum.

Lucius examined the building with interest. It was old; the weathered, cracked stone columns and twisting vines carved above the door and along the edge of the roof were of Greek design, and were sturdy in a way that spoke of constant upkeep and care. Of course, that had been before the siege.

Colourful frescoes and two painted statues were set into either side of the mausoleum. Time had weathered them down but the faces were still clearly visible, patched and filled-in in places with newer layers. The statue on the left side was an older gentleman in an off-white toga; the statue on the right was a woman, smiling and wrapped in a green stola, with the hood of her red palla thrown back.

‘Here lies the bones of Galenus Fodious Filo, winemaker and beloved father..’ Lucius read through the rest of the inscription beside the male statue while the other soldiers hung back. Nobody wanted to be the fool who disturbed the spirits of the dead; an attitude the Alemmani had as well, which was why this place had remained untouched.

There was a second inscription on the other side of the tomb.

‘Here lies Ada Galenou Garo, beloved wife, stalwart business partner, close confidant and friend. A gift to all who knew her, may the sun smile sweetly on her spirit in the fields of Elysium’

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It was a miracle that Flavia Aeduorum had held out for as long as they had. The walls of the city were in disarray, with sections of them crumbling and cracking, requiring frequent patch-jobs and upkeep that city officials could ill-afford. This clear display of weakness had instilled enough fear into the hearts of the local garrison that they had fled; a band of locals, arming themselves with whatever they could find, successfully spearheaded counter assault after counter assault while the Alemmani settled in for a lengthy siege.

Ragged cheers went up as the soldiers approached the southern gate; after a few moments the gate was hauled open and a crowd poured out to whoop and wave as the legionnaires filed past. Lucius asked for the whereabouts of the city’s leaders, and was quickly directed to a cluster of tents which had been hastily erected beside the Temple of Apollo.

In the event of the city walls being breached, this temporary encampment was the designated spot where fleeing defenders would regroup, rearm, and fight until either they or the rebels remained.

Fortunately, it hadn’t come to that. Instead, the tents had been reassigned as accommodation for those displaced by the violence, storage for the slowly dwindling animal and grain supplies, and a place to treat the sick or injured.

Flavia Aeduorum had four magistrates- two duumviri and two aedile, respectively- but only one was there to greet him when Lucius finally made it to the command tent. Zübeyde was standing over a map of the city that had been placed on a table; she was obviously exhausted, drawn and pale, but the light returned to her eyes as she greeted him warmly.

‘The others are out leading patrols’ she explained, as she poured them both a sparingly small cup of wine. Fabius, another human, and Xanthe, a daemon, had taken responsibility for the northern and eastern sections of the city, and she filled Lucius in on their latest damage reports.

The wind up, making the tent creak and carrying the scents of the city inside. Fresh blood and diseased sweat…heated metal and ash…. simmering broth and watered-down wine…apricots and-

Lucius’ head snapped round. Standing a few feet behind him in the entranceway, dressed in armour with a silver torc around his neck, was Tinus.

‘Lucius’ Tinus nodded a greeting and skirted around the gaping man, stopping at the edge of the table to pour himself some wine. He was clean-shaven, with long hair flowing down over his shoulders. His skin was unmarked; Lucius came back to himself, realised he was staring, and blushed angrily.

‘What the fuck are you doing here?’

Tinus raised an eyebrow at him. Zübeyde held her hands up in front of her, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth.

‘Peace, centurion, peace! Martinus Garo is the leader of our southern forces’

It was the first time Lucius had heard Tinus’ full name. It stirred something in his memory.

Lucius frowned. ‘How long have you been in the city?’

‘Since the last time we saw each other’

…blood on the sand…

…echoing screams…

…Tinus standing tall, tears sliding silently down his face…

Two hundred and seventy-six years. Tinus had been right under their noses for two hundred and seventy-six years?! Lucius bit back a growl, hands twitching. Phillipe had found the bodies left behind at the villa and ordered his sons to scour the country for the perpetrators. He had been extremely disappointed when they had turned up nothing.

‘Our gratitude for your assistance in stopping the siege’ said Zübeyde, trying to steer the conversation away from choppy waters. Lucius let her, glaring daggers at Tinus; Phillipe punished failure and he had not been forgiven easily for letting three murderers slip through his fingers. Tinus glared back defiantly.

‘You have done well to secure your city’ Lucius dragged his eyes away from Tinus, and forced himself to stop scowling. ‘How have you maintained your supplies? You do not seem to be in such a dire situation as you should be’

Zübeyde and Tinus shared a conspiratorial smile.

‘We sent raiding parties out beyond the walls to steal supplies from the Alemmani’ Zübeyde explained. She put up a hand as Lucius opened his mouth.

‘Foolish and risky, we know, but it was possible, at least for a time. We stopped when their numbers swelled’

‘Nobody died, though there were a few close calls’ Tinus admitted. ‘My apologies..no one from our party died.’

He smiled fondly, lost in his memories.

‘Your wife’s mausoleum-’

Tinus’ head shot up towards Lucius.

‘It still stands’

Tinus relaxed back into his chair.

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Eventually Fabius and Xanthe joined them, and the magistrates sorted out a list of repairs and other tasks for the Roman legionnaires to complete while they were stationed in the city.

Lucius immediately began polite negotiations to try and free up as many soldiers as possible to pursue the fleeing rebels. He was willing to lend assistance, he explained, but there was an uprising going on and it did not begin or end at Flavia Aeduorum.

Two and a half hours later, a compromise was reached that all parties were satisfied with. On his way out the tent, Lucius paused by Tinus; he turned towards him, a silent question on his face.

Lucius grinned slowly, shark-like.

‘I know where you live now.’

Author’s Notes Circa 311 AD, Constantine the Great visited the natural thermal spring dedicated to Apollo at Augustodunum. While he was there he organised generous tax concessions for the city (they had held out during a siege in 310 AD by anti-Roman forces) and officially changed the city’s name to Flavia Aeduorum.

The Siege of Autun, 356 AD, was a short siege fought between the Romans and the Alemmani tribe. Emperor Constantius II had asked certain Gaul for aid during a Roman civil war; they accepted, but the Alemmani refused to hand over the territories they had conquered afterward. Flavia Aeduorum came under attack from the Alemmani; the city walls were so badly damaged before the fighting started that the city guard turned tail and ran. Locals had to take up arms and defend themselves, which they did.

Stola – basically a “toga” for women

Palla – essentially a cloak/coat

Roman city officials: Aediles were in charge of public maintenance, quality control of provisions, and the organisation of public games. Duumvirs were in charge of consecrating sites intended for religious building projects such as a temple, and the city's finances.

Centurion – the leader of a single unit of around 80 legionnaires

Siege warfare for the Gauls tended to consist of whatever tactics they had picked up from the Romans. Is it a good idea to raid an enemy encampment for supplies whilst they have you surrounded? Probably not. But it is hilarious.

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