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one-time-i-dreamt · 6 months

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There was a song in the first Frozen movie, called “Fixer Upper” and it was sung entirely by the weird rock/troll things Kristoff considered his family.

#dream #frozen #music #fixer upper #singing #rock #troll #kristoff

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gabe-sanders · 9 months

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Buying a Fixer-upper House

#stuart #florida #real estate #fixer-upper #house #buying

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morgana-ren · 8 months

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i love angst, and i love your writing, but please, PLEASE, i beg you, could you write some hope of tav ever returning now that the imbecile, has realised the error of his ways 🥺😭 (either way, thank you so much, for all your astarion writtings, it has made me feel things, the angst is real and my masochistic heart loves it🥲)

First part of the story HERE

Common complaint I got on that one! So I fixed it just for y'all. This ending is much less sad and much more sappy, so here is the comfort you need after all that angst!

"Darling, will you smile for me? Just once more. Please--"

He feels her cheeks in his palms, the soft skin against his battle-hardened callouses. Desperation cradles his unbeating heart, and for a moment, the emotion is far too much. A searing flame after centuries of frost. A bonfire in a blizzard. It hurts-- it burns--

"My love, I just need you to--"

"Anything my lord, anything at all for you. Simply command me and I will do anything you ask."

"No, I can't-- I-- I won't do it. I won't. I won't!"

"My lord?"

Her head cocks, turning slowly to look upon him, but her eyes-- they are empty; beetle-black and hollow. Her smile is uncanny as a painted doll, her movements disjointed and inhuman. Her teeth are stained crimson with blood, dripping, dripping, ever dripping down, never swallowed, only pooling.

She is light as a feather as she slips away from him, her skin marbling into a sickly gray before ash spreads across her body as a disease, smearing her form into nothingness. Only her face is left untouched, pretty as porcelain, unflinching and unfalling save a small crack that splinters down from her forehead down to her eyes, revealing inky black abyss beneath.

"My lord-- Oh, my tender, vicious lord. I can feel your anguish-- your hunger. Devour me to be whole once more--"

Her blood smells of rot and she--

She is too far gone to save. Too far gone to ever be saved.

"I won't!"

Whirlwind. Pain. Confusion and dread and seeping anguish. A maelstrom of rage and all-consuming despair swelling from within his soul—

—his soul?

The world around him falls away, a wicked tornado thrashing him about, his mind howling in the eternal winds--

And suddenly he is in a chair.

Not a throne. A chair— and a rather uncomfortable one at that.

"What in the hells—"

His vision spins, nausea curling his gut into a wicked tide of sickness barely restrained by his teeth. He tastes stale blood crawling up his throat, threatening to overturn onto the faded rug beneath him.

"Did you see what you wished for, little spawn?"

The voice takes him by surprise. It is not hers, but another, less familiar voice. The wailing animal in his head retreats to a dull roar as his memory creeps back. A brightly colored tent assaults his vision, piecemeal rugs and odd, foreign trinkets abound on makeshift shelves, and before him sits a strange old woman, hood pulled heavy over her straggling gray hair.

"I-- What was that?"

He sees her cracked, aging lips upturn, gnarled hands placed protectively over a strange orb on the table touching his knees. "I have shown you your future, vampling. Was it to your liking?" Panic rises within his stomach again, and though he does not breathe, he clutches his chest. The smell of incense clogs his nostrils and again, the wave of sick threatens to spill forth. Wretched taste of metallic, aged blood sits heavy on his tongue, all sensation too much-- all of it too much.

"No-- No, that cannot be it!"

"This is your path, Pale Elf. The road you walk. The power you seek is well within your grasp, but as I told you before, it will cost you everything."

He vehemently shakes his head, denying it. Denying it before her and all the Gods.

"You told me upon entry that no price was too great for your reward. Do you still agree with this sentiment?"

"No! Not-- not her. Not her. Not that! I couldn't--"

"You can and you shall, sure as the moon follows the sun. You will have everything you ever wanted, but cost of this ritual is plain before you. You cared not for the many souls left to your mercy that are crushed beneath your tyrannical fist in your ascension, but what of the sole one that resides in your heart?"

Her. The light of his life. The air he breathes. The sun on his frigid flesh, the warmth that melts his icy heart.

"No," He hisses, trying to stand, but ultimately unable to muster the strength. "I won't! There-- There must be another way. Show me!"

"There is no other way," She says, solemnly. "It is inevitable."

He swallows down the information like a boulder lodged in his gullet. Her words echo endlessly in his mind, bouncing off the walls and lodging shards of ice directly in his soul.

"What if I-- What if I don't ascend? Tell me, what if I don't?"

She smiles again, teeth flashing through her thin lips. "That is another path, little elf." "I need to know. I-- I need certainty. I won't do this to her, but I--" He pauses, grappling with everything in his mind, desperately flitting about to absorb it all. "If I am going to forgo this, I need to be certain. I need to know that I can protect her, that she will be safe--"

But the woman simply shakes her head.

"Everyone must choose. For some, the path is dark, but for you, you see more than most will ever have the comfort of knowing. I can offer you nothing more. Should you initiate the Rite, you know this will come to pass. I can tell you nothing more if you choose to not. The future is yet unwritten, and the quill resides in your hands." "Then why can I not have both!" He slams a fist on the table, clawing at the soft wood. For the first time in ages, tears prick at his pale lashes and frustration wells a knot in his throat. "Why--" "Because one path is wholly your own, while the other is a tangled web, such is the nature of deals with the Hells. You will get everything you ever wanted and lose everything that made it worth having."

His head slumps, defeated and miserable. Silvery tears slide down the curves of his cheeks, even as he attempts to bite them back. He thought he would find comfort in knowing the future, but all it has given him is utter horror.

"Despair not," She continues. "Yes, you will wither under the sun, an eternally cursed dweller of the night, but all is not lost, is it? The one you love, will she stray from your side?" "I wanted her to have better than that," He sniffles, needling his lip with a fang. "I cannot brave the sun, but her-- She deserves better than that-- better than me."

"And what of what she feels?"

His brows furrow, and he peers up at the woman from tear-beaded lashes.

"You are a night walker; it is in your nature to be selfish. But love is not selfish, little vampling. You must fight your nature, your inherent self-loathing, or your love will always find the fire. What of what she desires?"

"She loves me," He says with absolute certainty. "And I--" "Do you love her?"

"Yes," He hisses, almost insulted that she would ask. "More than anything. I'm here, aren't I?"

"Then the rest matters naught. If you love her, you will allow her the agency to choose-- something you deny her as an ascendent. You must grow past your own follies. To love is to be vulnerable, and you must allow both yourself and her this freedom."

They are hard words to swallow, and yet, he feels the truth resound in them. She would not leave his side, even as he tried to force her to understand. Even as an instrument of his manipulation and schemes came to light, she stood steadfast with him, hand entwined in his, ready to face the fire together.

"I-- I need to know she will be safe."

Again, the woman shakes her head. "You cannot. You must fight fate if you wish to overturn it. You face dire odds, though throwing the dice in your favor now will doom you later should this outcome be the confirmation of your fears."

He sighs, face crinkling as he sniffs once more, summoning the willpower to swallow down the agony of his choice. He finds the strength in his legs to push himself upward from the chair, weak and shaking as a newborn fawn as he does so. "I will do whatever I need to. Anything."

"Then you may yet see this through."

He can hear the fanfare of the circus outside, the bawdy bards strumming away on their lutes and banging on drums, the elated screams of the children and their parents. Facing the light now seems impossible, but he must find his way home to her-- he has to be with her now now now--

"The coin first, boy."

He snaps out of his delirium only long enough to fish his hands into one of his pockets, bringing out a coin. Aged and neglected, the sinister engraving of a skull peers up at him from his palm, ruby eyes gleaming in the light as he tosses it into the woman's knobbily-jointed hands.

"Best of luck to you, night-child," She tucks it away. "We may yet meet again." "No offense, but I hope not."

"Me too, Little Star."

He pays little mind to the bustling streets and bursting taverns of Baldur's Gate, his feet carrying him back to camp as swiftly as his body will allow. It takes him until sundown even as he damn near jobs, ripping through the tree line and into the ruins with the intensity of a man starved.

"Astarion!" Karlach greets him, trying to wave him over. "I've got a bet with Gale about--" "Where is she?" Astarion immediately cuts her off, looking around frantically.

"Who?" Karlach raises a brow.

"Who else?" Wyll crosses his arms, looking intrigued at Astarion's intensity.

"Oh! In her tent, I think. Why? Gotcha a special something' in town for her, eh?" Karlach tries to rib at him, but he pushes past her without a second glance.

"Bet it's a fancy new dress he needs to tear off of her immediately," Karlach rolls her eyes before returning to her business.

He bursts into her tent to find her hunched over a book, tongue poking from between her teeth, as she scans over the page. This only lasts a few seconds before he scrambles onto the bed, squeezing her as tightly as he can manage, burying his nose into her hair, tears brimming in his eyes once more.

"Woah, hey!" She laughs, carefully setting her book aside, trying to discern what in the hells he is mumbling endlessly into her neck.

Need you-- need you-- love you-- can't lose you-- don't ever--

She hushes him, realizing something has gone terribly, terribly wrong, kissing his head and tugging him close. "Hey, what's wrong?"

She tries to cup his cheeks and bring his face up but he adamantly refuses, hard-swallowing the urge to bawl into her shoulder with every ounce of willpower he has. All he can manage is to cling to her, half sobbing, visions of that terrible future swimming in his head. He cannot let it come to pass, he will not--

And she holds him, cradling him in her arms, hushing him gently. Her face creases with worry, running her hands through his silvery hair as he pulls him into her lap.

"Little Star, what's wrong? You seem so upset. What can I do to make you happy, my love?"

"Is it done?" Ulma leans down as she enters the tent, carefully dodging the intricate tassels of the blanket strewn over the entryway.

"It is," The strange old woman replies, still rubbing the coin with her worn thumb.

"And?"

"I showed him nothing but truth," She says quietly. "I did not manipulate his vision. Only channeled it."

"That tells me nothing. I need to know if our children are safe."

"I cannot tell you this, Ulma. You know of the ways of our tribe; our relationship with these magics." Ulma's lips purse, her exasperation evident in her humorless expression. "I need to know--"

"His reaction was genuine. That was not my doing. He knows the price of power. I cannot tell you if he will pay it regardless," The old woman's head lifts, a slight mischievous smile playing on her lips. "But I can tell you what I think."

"And what do you think?"

"I have seen his soul-- the heart of it. I believe you will see our children yet. He will spare our heart to spare his own in kind. It beats in that woman," Her eyes twinkle in the low candlelight, a genuine smile widening across her cheeks. "I believe he can find redemption yet."

#morgana and friends #astarion #astarion spoilers #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #heh that last one messed yall up huh #heres a fix for it #SUPER sappy FYI #SO ENJOY!#I don't usually write sap (or angst) so I am bad at this #sorry its bad fellas #I GENUINELY could not think of a way for him to fix him becoming her cazador so uh #have a retconn #call this a fast fixer upper lmao

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hometoursandotherstuff · 3 months

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Aside from needing a new roof, and being a fixer upper, my first thought was that this 2002 home in Berkeley, West Virginia, is the perfect witches house, but it's also a very unique home. There are 3 levels, but the description says 0 bds. It's so open that there are spaces for beds, but not actual rooms. It does have 2ba. and 7.40 acres of land for $325K. The rural property is on the Virginia border so apparently commuting there to work would be easy.

At the entrance, 2 large tree trunks hold up the roof and the path is paved with colorful tiles. The 2 front tiles say "Welcome."

As soon as you walk in, you can see the open concept. The ceiling spreads out from the center fireplace and the floorboards are in a square pattern surrounding it.

The main floor can be set up in many different ways.

It's quite spacious.

There's also a bath and walk-in closet.

This is the second level. It goes around and is open in the middle.

It's pretty big up here- there's a piano in the corner on the right.

A large deck goes around the house on the 2nd level.

Behind the fireplace on the main floor are stairs to a lower level.

The kitchen is down on this level.

This area with the shelving would make a nice bedroom or den.

The area next to it also looks like it could potentially be a bedroom, also.

Lots of space down here.

There's also a bathroom and laundry.

There's storage.

The description says "bring all the animals." Looks like a couple of kennels there.

Over 7 acres can certainly be a farm and are under the Farm and Ranch Lands Protection Program.

There are 2 loafing sheds (a place for horses and other livestock to take shelter from harsh weather) that need repair.

There are also several fenced in areas.

Well, it's a large farm property with a most unusual farm house.

It certainly has character.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/2822-Mauzy-Rd-Berkeley-Springs-WV-25411/2052987024_zpid/

#unusual homes #unique homes #farms #houses #house tours #home tour #fixer upper

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facts-i-just-made-up · 6 months

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This is not at all accurate I also listened to “Fixer Upper.”

#unreality #spotify #spotify wrapped #disney #fixer upper is worse than small world

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still-nix-d-goffic · 3 months

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Losing this thought as I type it but like, Spike is a fixer-upper in the "this old house" kind of way rather than a plastic surgery "fixing God's mistakes" kind of way. (?)

Like he wasn't all wrong from the start but boy was he made to feel that way. So he let himself be renovated. By Dru, by Angel, by the society he escaped from. All that paint over his woodwork.

And I don't think Buffy ment to do a restoration of Spike. I think it was more she saw a corner of the ugly paint job peeling and just couldn't resist picking at it like a scab. And before you know it we have a "honey? Did you know there's wood floor under all this?"

#angel is a plastic surgery fixer-upper change my mind #btvs #brain rot #rewatch rambles #buffy the vampire slayer #txt #spike #spike btvs #spuffy #ships ahoy

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bwabys-scenarios · 7 months

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how do you think the zoldyck family would react seeing how killua and (name) act with each other in fixer upper?

like him calling her mom, etc

This is actually a pretty helpful question, because they will be meeting with his family in the future!

Silva: sees this as an opportunity to use you to bring Killua home. when you don’t accept his gifts and money in exchange for convincing killua to come home, he gets a little pissed.

Kikyo: Oh she loathes you. Her precious baby is calling you mom, clinging to you for comfort!? If Silva would allow it, you would be dead already

Zeno: He’s one of the more normal people, and sees you a kind and nurturing person. He knows that killua loves you dearly, and would break if you were to get hurt

Illumi: at first, he is similar to Silva in seeing you as a way to bring Killua home. He asks you out on a date to try and woo you. If he has your heart, he’ll also have killua in the palm of his hand. But… you’re kind. He sees how much you genuinely love and care for Killua and… it makes him feel a certain way. He’s never seen someone care for another in such a way. Illumi thinks he’s fallen in love at first, and follows you around for a bit, but he actually sees you as a mother figure

Kalluto: Honestly he’s a bit jealous of Killua. He wants that same motherly love, to have someone protect and nurture him. Maybe in the future you’re able to do just that for him!

Milluki: thinks you’re attractive, but doesn’t really care much besides that

Alluka: you’re like her big sister! she always clings to you when she visits, tugging on your sleeve and giggling as she clings to you!

#fixer upper kurapika x reader #x reader #anime x reader #headcanon #requests open #reader insert #hxh x reader #hxh imagines #hxh illumi #smut requests #hunter x hunter x reader #illumi zoldyck #alluka zoldyck #killua hxh #silva hcs #Kikyo hxh #zeno hxh #kalluto zoldyck #milluki zoldyck

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rebouks · 8 months

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🕸 Kittiwake Manor 🕸

Kittiwake Manor has long since been abandoned; leaving its poor neighbours to gaze upon its grotesque visage for many years. Squatters come and go, usually driven off by -something- before too long, maybe it's the local council, or perhaps not? The past is the past, however, and now it's yours! Maybe you bought it on a very, very stupid whim, maybe you're a developer, or maybe your grandparents passed it onto you in their will; you probably should've visited more.. yikes!

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It's finally October which means it's time for simblreen! 👻🎃 First on the list is a dilapidated manor in need of some serious TLC! Reminiscent of Oscar's house, I wanted to create something similar for you guys with no cc.. then I got carried away and created a whole street with this eyesore on one side ahaa.. I hope you enjoy it and pls feel free to tag me in whatever shenanigans your sims get up to in this dump, simblreen related or not! 🧡

@simblreenofficial @publicvanillabuilds

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 build #sims 4 build #simblreen #simblreen 2023 #sims 4 residential lot #lot download #sims 4 fixer upper #64x64 #rebouks builds

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sorchathered · 5 months

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Getting my husband to watch Triple Frontier with me

My husband- you have a type boo

Me- what do you mean?

Husband- brown haired military men with ptsd who are a little grumpy and sassy…

Me- oh so basically I pick you in fictional characters everywhere I go.

Husband- shit. 🤦🏼‍♀️

😂😂😂😂

He’s not wrong though 😂

#benny miller #din djarin #bucky barnes #bob floyd #lewis pullman #pedro pascal #garrett hedlund #sebastian stan #bonus if they have some ptsd and trauma #he’s a bit of a fixer upper #and i love it #married life #triple frontier #catws #top gun maverick #the mandalorian

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stellaluna33 · 1 year

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This section of Pride and Prejudice is killing me. It literally says that Mary Bennet liked Mr. Collins the most, but even she thought, "Well, he's not very smart, but I think I could fix him if he let me educate him a bit." 😂🤣

#Jane Austen #Pride and Prejudice #He's a bit of a fixer-upper #Just needs a little training!#😂

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made-by-moon · 4 months

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In another universe, where Peter didn't betray the Potters, Narcissa Black turned her back on Lucious and Voldemort.

She didn't want her newborn son, Draco, to be dragged into a war that wasn't his to fight, so she told the Order about Voldemort's and Death Eaters whereabouts and got herself killed in the process.

Now, with Death Eaters stopped and Wizarding World slowly regaining balance, freshly orphaned Draco is adopted by Sirius and Remus.

Years later, in Hogwarts, he befriends his overly confident and stupidly brave "cousin", smart-ass wild-haired girl and shy but brutally honest ginger haired boy.

Thus

Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy become the next Marauders, solemnly swearing that they are up to no good.

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hometoursandotherstuff · 5 months

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It's unfortunate that this 1969 mid-century modern home in Chappaqua, New York. wasn't properly cared for. It needs work, so I'm wondering if the $1.9M asking price for this 7bd, 6ba home is really worth it. What do you think?

As soon as you enter the living room area, you can see by the rough shape of the furniture and dirty carpet, that the home hasn't been beautifully maintained.