#bins cabinet of curiosities

[snail-creates]

🦴 various bones I've found out and about 🦴

[gilverrwrites]

Two Wrongs

Roy Harper/Reader, 1.1K words Kinktober entry 14: Voyeurism Warnings: (Accidental) Non-con voyeurism | Tight spaces Requested by: Authors choice

Watching your roommate getting off through a crack in his wardrobe door certainly wasn't how you’d planned to spend your evening, but it was just one of those situations, you know, like quicksand, once you're in, it becomes increasingly difficult to get back out.

It had all started months ago when he had eaten the last of your leftover pizza. You'd gotten him back by putting glitter in one of his caps. He'd retaliated by stealing ALL of your socks, so you'd tied all of his shoes together by their laces with the most complex knots you could find tutorials for online. The war had been raging ever since. Most recently, Roy had ‘you-proofed’ every drawer, cabinet, and door in the apartment with a bunch of contraptions of his own design. Many of which now lay broken in his scrap bin, destroyed by your impatience.

You'd been in the process of hiding a series of miniature Green Arrow figures around his bedroom when he’d unexpectedly arrived home early. With zero forethought, you'd simply thrown yourself into his closet and hoped he'd either leave or fall asleep soon. Neither were the case.

You watched through a seam in the hatch as Roy entered his room, your jaw falling slack when he'd immediately unzipped his cargo trousers and started palming his dick through his boxers upon closing the door.

He doesn't bother surveying his surroundings, why would he? This should be his safe space. As he approaches the bed, he kicks off his shoes and socks. You're treated to the sight of his captivatingly firm and freckled ass when he removed his bottoms before finally, he falls unceremoniously upon the bed, still donning his cap and tank top.

You shouldn’t look, you tell yourself. You absolutely should not look. This is a huge breach of trust, and you'd never intended to see Roy naked, at least not like this. Yet, a depraved curiosity possesses you.

It's big. Bigger than you’d imagined, but not intimidatingly so. More, mouth-wateringly so. Thick, cut, straight, and surrounded by a thicket of fiery red hair to match that on his head.

The whole scene is strangely hypnotic; his even, rhythmic strokes, the sordid slap of his spit-slicked hand meeting the base of his cock while he so casually scrolls through his phone. You could watch him all day, but you can't. This goes far beyond a prank, and it certainly isn't fair to him.

You're not brave enough to come clean, you've seen too much. So you gently lean away from the door, closing your eyes and trying to block out the raunchy sound of Roy's heavy breathing until it’s over. Hopefully, he’ll shower or fall asleep after and you can sneak out then.

You're not expecting to hear a voice, so your heart almost stops when you hear someone squeal his name. Shit. Had he called someone? Was he seeing someone? You're struck with a pang of jealousy until you realise the voice in question is your own.

“Ahh, Roy! Are you filming me?” It’s quiet, and tinny but there’s no doubt in your mind. You can even recall when he’d recorded it; Back in the early days of your prank battle, on a hot summer day. You'd been strewn out on the couch, half-asleep in a moderately skimpy outfit that you certainly hadn’t hoped would grab Roy’s attention when you'd noticed him hovering over you with his camera. At the time you’d just assumed it was ammo for some harmless joke. Evidently not.

Peeking through the door again, you watch once more as he continues to stroke his dick, freckled cheeks growing ruddy, jaw tight as he loses himself more and more, eyes fixate on his phone screen as he uses his thumb to repeatedly rewinds back to the first few seconds of the clip. “Ahh, Roy! Ar- Ahh, Roy! Are y- Ahh, Roy!”

The debauched symphony of Roy getting off to the sound of your voice has your body feeling feverish, and you have to fight the urge to grind your nails into the wooden panel that separates you from your housemate. You’re not sure which you want more, to stuff your hand between your legs and knead you’re aching sex in time with Roy’s thrusts, or to exit your hiding spot, climb his husky, tattooed body, and ride him until you’re both completely and utterly fucked. Paralyzed by indecision, you instead watch him, restlessly motionless as he starts to lose control.

The phone falls from Roy’s hand as he bucks his way to the finish line, your name becoming a quiet, breathless prayer on his lips whilest he fucks into his hand from beneath. His eyes close, and he chews on his bottom lip, muscles growing tight until he finds his climax. You watch spellbound as an obscene amount of thick, white cum leaks from his cock, dripping down onto his hand. Wilder, stray droplets launch high, landing on his shirt but Roy neither cares nor notices as he writhes deeper into the mattress, riding out a full body high until he has nothing left to give.

You’re just as fascinated, watching him lay near motionless, enjoying the aftershock, as you had been observing the climax. There had always been tension between the two of you, but you’re starting to realise that you might be down worse than you’d thought.

Eventually, Roy returns to the land of the living, slowly shifting back up. With his clean hand, he removes his cap and pulls his soiled shirt over his head, using it to mop up the mess he’d made of himself and throwing it out of your limited line of sight. Whatever he was aiming for, you don’t doubt he made the shot.

Though you’re disappointed that the show is over, you’re growing angsty at being confined to the four walls of his closet, so when he kicks his legs over the side of the bed you get excited. The prospect of escape is so close you can taste it, until he grabs his phone once more. If he goes down a rabbit hole, you could be stuck here for hours you think, as he taps away at the touchscreen. You’re about to slink back against the wall and try to get comfortable when you’re heart drops. You feel it first, the buzz in your back pocket followed by the custom ringtone Roy had picked out for himself. Instinctively, your arms fumble to grab your phone and turn it off but Roy’s head has already snapped in your direction, his face looking as pale and as panicked as you feel on the inside.  

If you're reading this, you have impeccable taste.

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[thelonelyarchon]

📮RETURN TO SENDER ᯓᡣ𐭩

004 - rejected

Note: written text up ahead after divider

ONCE you turned the knob of the door that leads you to the living room, you half-expected to deal with the questions your other friends had for you. Locking yourself in the bathroom for five hours is not normal per se, but it was much needed for your sanity.

You’re surprised by the lack of your other friends’ presence. To give you and Kaveh some space to reconcile, they’ve stealthily hidden themselves behind a large china cabinet. You noticed them either way. If Kaveh noticed their presence too, he didn’t make it obvious that he did.

Kaveh stood in the middle of the room with a tight-lipped expression and guilty eyes that one would think he did something more horrible than just sending out a letter that wasn’t supposed to be sent. You narrowed your eyes at him. He winces.

Proud as you were, you knew Kaveh didn’t do anything wrong. He had only followed the instruction you have given him in the first place. Maybe your stubbornness looked for excuses to rationalize your own fault so Kaveh who had done the unthinkable got your rage.

When you see his guilty state, you sighed and walked towards.

“Ten minutes. Let’s talk this out.” You said in a weak voice.

Kaveh looked like a wilted flower. At the sound of your voice, he perks up just fine. He had been blaming himself for being reckless. As anyone who knew him would comment on that particular trait. He didn’t want you to hate him for this.

“Hey, I’m sorry, [name.]” He starts. You shake your head.

“What do you mean? I should be the one saying sorry. Between the two of us, it was my fault.”

“I mailed the letter.”

“I told you to mail them, though. You didn’t know which one is which so it was my fault,” you walked closer to him. “For that… I’m sorry. Don’t work yourself up too much.”

In an attempt to console him of the guilt he has, you pat his shoulder and give him a smile. He hesitantly smiled back.

“Also, if you think I’m mad because you were the one who sent the letter, you’re wrong. I’m mad at myself.” You laugh.

“So, this is settled now? Are we friends again?” Kaveh asked.

“It depends on the contents of that letter.” You used your lips to point at the letter on his hand, hanging at his side. He looks at it and raises it.

“It’s from Alhaitham.”

“I know.”

“You may not like the contents.”

“I know.”

“You still want to read it?” He confirms for the third time. You grab it from his hand and nods. Kaveh sucks in a sharp breath and waits.

You opened the letter and scanned the contents of the letter. The more you read the letter, the more your vision began to blur and the whirlwind of emotions began to suffocate you. You feel your heart breaking with each line coming from Alhaitham. You already expected this kind of reply. But it still hurt deep inside. To stop you from reading it, Kaveh covers your vision of the letter with his hand.

“That’s enough,” he said softly.

“I guess we’re not friends anymore, Kaveh.” You laugh jokingly through streams of tears. “I need a moment.”

“S-sure.” He watches you as you walk towards the other end of your dorm. You weakly throw Alhaitham’s letter away before sitting out on the small hanging balcony. Out of curiosity, Kaveh walked towards the bin and reads your letter. He notices the original letter he sent to Alhaitham.

Dear [Name],

I hope this letter finds you in good health. To begin with, I did not expect to receive such a letter on such short notice. I have read the contents of your letter thoroughly, and I have contemplated what to write back to you in correspondence.

I must admit I am flustered by your words of praises, Ms. [Name]. However, I would like to apologize for being a bearer of bad news.

Though I appreciate your enthusiasm and 'profound love for me,' I regret to inform you that I cannot return those feelings.

My feelings are reserved only for the one who makes my heart beat with fervor. I’m afraid someone already has the right to those feelings.

Enclosed with this reply is your letter. It may be best for me to return it to you. If we ever pass by each other or whether or not you approach me some other time, I shall treat you as though I know nothing so we may start anew.

I hope I didn’t ruin this day any further for you. For all that it’s worth, happy valentine’s day. Have a nice day.

Sincerely,

Alhaitham

Kaveh sighs and reaches the letter on the trash bin. He didn’t know what to do with it but something in him is saying that this will be needed someday. Maybe he’ll keep it safe until then. Maybe [Name] will need it someday.

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[demonic-charcuterie]

Hannah Annafellows with her mother

You were a young woman living in the woods away from the town and spent most of your time gardening and knitting. You were carrying a basket to collect strawberries and when saw a blob of shadows in front of your door. It looked like someone turn a human shaped cookie cutter and stamped it on to a blob off darkness. You know what it was…a unformed demon.

You stood in front of the thing for a long time before your curiosity got the best of up and opened the door wider and watched as the being hesitated before watching in.

The next morning you woke up and the black blob was standing over you. You gasped. You quickly stood up and flung the blanket off of you. You stuttered as you stared at the dark and blob trying think of what to say. You knelt down and stared at the little blob.

“Listen sweetheart. I’d appreciate if you didn’t stand over me like that. It’s not very pleasant.” She said while patting it on the head.

Matter that you woke up to it being in from of your bedroom door everyday. One day you sat it down at the table and hold its shadowy hands. “Hey sweetie I was just wondering what do you like to be called?”

It tilted its head. “Are you a little boy or a little girl.” Nothing. “Okay.” You tapped your finger on the table and sighed in mild annoyance.

“Okay how bout this. Tap your finger one for boy. Twice for girl.” You tapped your finger for an example. The being paused for a few minutes before tapping twice. You felt excitement at the sudden progress. You stood up pushing your chair back and ran to her side of the table and hugging her. The shadow felt like a fuzzy blanket with worn edges. You sighed as you felt a single tear fall from your eye. “Good. Good girl!” You said as your hugged her and her hands stood at her side on moving. After than you started doing more girly things with her. You gave her her own bed in your room. She sat in between your legs on the floor as your sew together a small dress in your hands for when she took on a human form. She said in front of you while you are breakfast. You didn’t fell comfortable with her not eating even though you knew demons don’t eat.

You usually gave her a piece of toast with strawberry jam and found it later in the bin of outside thrown into the garden…at least she tried to hide it.

One day you turned on the radio and hummed along as you sung along with the blues. You picked up the duster and brushed of the cabinet. You looked up and saw her standing in all her dark glory and smiled. “Hi honey bunny!” You said as your put down the duster. She stood there in silence. You smiled kindly as you swayed your body to the music. “Do this like this stuff?” You said. She titled her head. “One for yes and twice for no.” She said tapping your foot.

She tapped her foot once. “Me too.” You said smiling happily. You swung around and gestured to her. You slowly stepped around in a complete circle then looked back at you. You ran over to her and stroked her head. “Yes! You’re so good, my good girl.” You said softly.

The next morning you woke up and slid out of bed. You pulled on your blue dress and slid an apron over it ready to make breakfast. You giggled to yourself as you picture your little blob of darkness at your door. You opened the door and gasped when you saw a young girl with long pale blue hair that went down to her lower thighs. She stood in the black dress you had seen and left in her room. You dropped to your knees and stared with tears in your eyes and watched as the little girl slowly walked to you, put her tiny hands on your cheeks and kissed your nose. You felt your heart light up.

“Mother?” She asked shyly. Your hands flew to her waist as you picked her up and spun her around. “Yes it’s mother! It’s your mommy sweetheart.” You wailed as tears ran down from your eyes. You placed on her floor and smiled as she wrapped her tiny hand around your finger and waddled to the kitchen. You started on breakfast and turned your head to see your little girl scribbling on a piece of paper. You set a piece of toast and a cup of tea down and watched as the little girl turned her paper over and showed you an amazing drawing. The details were excellent. Of you and your baby girl side to side with the words ‘Hannah and mom’ written.

“Hannah…Hannah is that you?” You asked pointing. The girl nodded. “Hannah. My daughter Hannah.” You like how it rolled off your tongue. Ever since then you went to the town library and brought her back books about demons and anything you thought might teach her something so she could survive as a demon. You taught her the basics of contracts with what your were given. You brushed her hair and braided it so it would stay out of the way. The moment you came out with scissors she went screaming and hollering like a banshee.

You cried your eyes out when she got her first contract. “Promise me. Promise me you’ll do a good job, and be safe, and come home to me!” You wailed. A teenage Hannah sighed an held up your hands. “Mother I’ll be fine. It’s just a simple farmer boy. I’ll come home soon.” You dried your eyes and sighed. “I still remember the day you showed up on my doorstep-“

“Mommy! That was years ago you’re acting like I’m going to war!” She placed her hand on your cheek. “It’ll take me a mere week at the most. I’ll die before I leave you…”

After take Hannah brought to boys home one day. You treated kindly and they in turn treated you as mother. You don’t know of Hannah told them to or if that was a personal decision.

“Now boys be careful on this mission. How old you said a little fulfilling his brothers wish?”

“Yes mother.” Said Canterbury. “He wants us to burn the village down.” He said swirling a spoon the tea you gave him that he can’t even drink.

“Don’t worry it’s a simple matter.” Said Timber

“Truly no need to worry.” Said Thompson.

(Ya ya ya you know the Luka story. I woke this part but I closed out before saving on accident. So basically Hannah and the boys come home and Hannah is crying then a few years later she and the boys are leaving to go to the Trancy manor. You haven’t seen them for a long while and not you are in the late 40s and they came home)

You had gone out to collect some of your strawberries and turn over the soil. You were kneeling down in the dirt with your gloves getting the hem of your skirt dirty. And stood up with dirt stains on your skirt and your clothes. You looked up to found a tall Woman with three men at her side. At first you didn’t recognize them. You yelled across the field “I’ll be right with you.” And hurried across the field.

You froze when you saw them standing infront in from of you. You reached your hand out to Hannah’s cheek but paused as if you your touched her she’s disappear into the air. Hannah’s hand grabbed her hand and brought it up to your cheek and looked at you. “I’m here mother. We’re here.”

[phag-azine]

Local Cryptid Caught on Cam

a kaleidoscope, a curiosity cabinet, a mosaic, a raven’s horde, the goodwill bins, crumbs in my pocket, my going out bag, a katamari, a junk drawer, the space between the couch cushions, the trinkets on your desk. 

I find comfort in the amalgam of odds and ends. My headspace exists in the endless space of little references and momentos , piecing them together to make sense of it all. This manifests often in my creative practice whether it be repurposing materials for outfits or found object sculpture or collage. I love finding the meaning in new and existing connections, it makes it all worth it, it means we’re all connected somehow. 

-Nathan

[thetantiger]

Picking Up Your Pieces

Word count: 1,745

Characters: Graysmite (she/her), Saltirrion (he/him)

This actually takes place before Good Enough, I just forgot to post this, lmfao sorry about that.

Saltirrion threatens Gray's ex very casually.

Goddamnit.

Graysmite rested her forehead against her desk. Papers were strewn everywhere, keeping medical records of every test, every injury, every therapy session each one of her patients in the Faithful had had with her. She preferred her files much more organized than their current state, but she had been exhausted lately. Her limbs felt weak and all she wanted to do was collapse. They were in piles that made at least some semblance of sense; Frost’s were over there, Kana’s was over here, but she hadn’t gotten around to putting them in a sorted cabinet for a while now.

Instead, a whole different kind of paper had bothered her for the past couple weeks. Instead, a whole different set of files were laid before her, the handwriting nearly indecipherable. Perhaps due to frantic anxiety. Perhaps due to excessive alcohol intake.

’I miss you. I’m sorry. Please write back to me.’

Graysmite grit her teeth in frustration. Why now? Why, after all this time of him being gone, after abandoning her and their daughter, did he suddenly get the sense to reach out? Why now did he think she would ever want to see his face again?

Nearly once a week, Gray got one of these letters. Rachel, the poor sap, didn’t even realize who it was from or what the contents of the letters were, just assumed it to be work related or maybe she had a pen pal or something. She supposed she was grateful he wasn’t going through her mail and was handling it properly, but still; part of her wished he would recognize the handwriting on the envelope, not that he really had a reason to. Part of her wished instead of actually delivering these to her as any good postmaster would, he’d just throw them into a fire and leave it be.

Instead, she had to open them, and deal with it herself.

She wanted to rip them to pieces with her claws. She wanted to ball all of them up and throw them in the waste bin. But something stopped her. She tapped incessantly against the table with one finger, going over the situation a million times in her head.

Knock knock knock.

Dread filled the pit of her stomach. It wasn’t him, was it? He wouldn’t dare show his face in the Chapel now, would he? She shook as she stood up from her desk, turning and slowly creeping over to the door. Through the peephole, she saw.. long black and red hair, curved onyx horns and dark brown skin. The only thing that could’ve possibly been similar to who she was expecting were his bright, serpent-like golden eyes.

Relief flooded Gray. She opened the door, greeting him with a “Hello, Saltirrion,” half with pleasant surprise and half with exasperation.

“Greetings,” Saltirrion returned with a dip of his head. Dark, runic tattoos stretched over his torso, certainly having some sort of meaning to them but Gray had never been able to decipher it. Not that she’d looked at him much until recently--Saltirrion almost always went shirtless for reasons unbeknownst to her--but curiosity tugged at her anyway. Her ex husband had never bothered to teach her nor their daughter Draconic writing, and Edith had learned it from Yama, Salty and Galnatroz instead, but Gray had never taken the initiative to learn herself.

“What brings you here today?” Gray asked, cocking her head at him.

“Well, I simply wanted to check in on you,” Saltirrion replied, blinking at her, his arms folded behind his back neatly. “You and your daughter have been going through a lot lately, and Felshredder recommended my assistance. Are you well?”

Gray sort of tilted her head back and forth. “Eh.. kind of?” She was surprised, slightly, that the Black dragon in front of her was taller than her in her worgen form, even in his more humanoid visage form. “I’m managing.”

Salty’s expression changed slightly, from a completely neutral one to a more inquisitive one, his eyes narrowing at her. “Is there something that is bothering you? Minus-- well, the obvious.”

Graysmite hesitated to answer. Should she mention it to him? She felt shame; she hadn’t even mentioned it to Edith, the one person who should know that her father was trying to reach out, at least to Gray. She knew that she should, but bile rose in her throat every time she thought about it. “I-.. No, Saltirrion. But- thank you for checking in.”

Salty sort of hummed, and one hand came from around his back, offering her a stack of mail. “Well, in that case, Rachel asked me to deliver these to you, as he was occupied with picking up his son from school today.”

The hackles on the back of Graysmite’s neck stood up straight. She sort of looked at Salty with alarm, and then swiped the mail from his hand. “Uh- great! Thank you. I’ll, uh, see you so-”

“I can’t help but notice the recognizable handwriting of our former Captain,” Saltirrion interrupted her. His tone was as nonchalant as ever, but his eyes cut through her like swords.

Gray just stared at him. Then, she sighed, and rested her head against the doorframe, feeling as though her legs might give out from under her in defeat. “Okay, yes. Lancelot has been sending me letters incessantly.”

“‘Incessantly?’” Salty echoed. “You do not return these letters?”

“As if,” Gray replied, feeling a little insulted at the notion of it. “No, I would never. Not after everything he’s done. If I feel significantly less stressed in his absence, then I am taking it as a sign. Still..” She gestured with the letters in her hand. “He does not relent.”

“I see,” Saltirrion said after a slight pause, dipping his head again. Then, he looked around, before asking, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” Gray said, opening the door for him. “Of course.”

Saltirrion had to duck his head to make it into her office, striding in and looking around for a moment. “Hrm. I suppose I’ve never been in here before.”

“I don’t recall you having an injury, or at least not a prominent one that you needed help with,” Gray responded, closing the door. “And you’ve never came to me for therapy, so.”

“I can mostly get through the days on my own,” Salty clarified. “Now- I assumed this was a private matter. You said these messages are bothering you?”

“Yes, immensely,” Graysmite admitted. She threw the envelopes onto her desk and slumped into her chair, rubbing her temples. “Full of pathetic, disingenuous ‘apologies’ and pleas for a response. I should burn them, or throw them away. But I feel like I should show them to Edith. He’s barely asked about her, the damned rat, but she has a right to know about her father. I just- hate looking at them.”

Saltirrion frowned at her, having followed her to her desk and then turned to peer at the strewn about papers. He sighed, a small puff of smoke escaping his nose as he looked at Gray again. “I can take care of him, if you’d like.” Only when he grinned at her did Gray process that it was a joke.

“Oh! No, nonono,” she chuckled. “Please do not kill the father of my children, okay?”

“Right,” Salty muttered. “But in all seriousness, I fear you’re overestimating Edith’s sympathies towards her father. She should know, of course, but you’re staring at these letters, trying to figure out the perfect way to fix this situation when all your ex husband has given you is—“ he tapped the letters on the desk with the back of his hand— “rubbish. You care immensely for your daughter and her relationship with both of her parents, and for that, you have my utmost respect. But this cannot continue to plague you. I think if you simply talk to Edith about this, she will understand. That bridge is burned for her, as it is for you. And you cannot keep viewing yourself as someone who must always fix everything around you. Some things simply cannot be fixed.” He bent down, trying to get to her level and having to back up his feet a few steps and lean against the desk to accomplish it. “You are a doctor, and a sister, and a mother, and you are very good at being all of those things. However, you are a person first. You’re focused on how this could affect your daughter. How does it affect you?”

Gray hummed in consideration, not returning Saltirrion’s gaze. “I feel.. betrayed. Hurt.” That was all she had to offer, at the moment.

Saltirrion nodded. “Understandably. You have been left reeling from the aftermath of his recklessness. Take your time. Edith will understand.” He sighed and stood up straight again. “Someone who has always wanted to follow her father’s footsteps in swordsmanship, yes, but she loves you dearly as well. She speaks of you often to me.”

Gray smiled. “Fondly, I hope?”

“Of course,” he replied. “You are a phenomenal mother, but there is more to you than what you can do for others.”

Gray scoffed at him. “You’re oddly observant.”

“I try to be.”

“Well-..” She leaned forward on her desk, propping her head up on her hand with her elbow on the table. “I suppose I will.. find time to speak to my daughter about this.”

“Only when you are ready, Graysmite.” Saltirrion looked around. “I suppose you would like to get back to your work?”

“I should, but maybe another time I can talk more extensively,” Gray said with a wave of her hand. “But please, do know I am grateful for your help.”

Saltirrion bowed his head. “It was my pleasure. As I said, anytime you need to speak, I am here to listen.”

“Saltirrion?”

“Hm?” The dragon paused on his way to the door.

Gray tilted her head at him. “The runes all over your chest and whatnot, what do they mean?”

Saltirrion stared at her for a silent few beats, and then turned away, heading for the door. “No.”

“What?!” Gray called after him with mock offense. “You deny knowledge to a curious woman?”

“Have a good evening,” Salty said, looking back at her over his shoulder for a moment. “…Doctor Hudson.” He smirked at her, playful and with amusement, before ducking his way out of her office.

Gray shook her head, and faced the papers on her desk again.

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@badtrigger : ❝ We must understand these Sky People if we are to drive them out. ❞ // san'tos | 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗) ; 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠  ᠂ ⚘ ˚

San’tos is a man of few words — a truth about his character and not all a factor of her company she realizes. While working together necessitates communication and searching abandoned outposts, milling through an excess of storage bins, and poking around on consoles in control rooms leaves ample time for conversation, silence easily wins out. It is not an uncomfortable silence in the company of one whom she has come to feel safe, however. 

     Though curiosity in him grows, less from concern and more from an interest she shouldn't hold. Perhaps it’s partially by fault of what seems to be the patience he is willing to spare her in the field. Teaching her simple self-sufficiency in the Pandoran wilds has done wonders for her pervasive worries ever since being sent out on these missions. Of course, she reasons it’s to make his role easier. Less the babysitter and more the patrol.

     In this rotting RDA outpost, the vines of the outdoors snake their way inside along with the dirt, which drifted in the open doorways on this world's volatile breezes. At the electrical cabinet, the recom squats on her haunches, checking the wiring before flicking the switch to the generator. Lights flicker on and off above them before dying right after. Oh dear. With a sigh, sight turns back to the wiring that she is losing patience with. She starts the reset process. San’tos keeps watch, pacing the room’s perimeter. She wonders about his thoughts seeing the items the former RDA workers left behind — cigarettes left in an ashtray, paper cups used for coffee, old books on Pandoran plant life, and generator schematics.

     Whenever minutes stretch (and uncertainty with it) comes a desire to talk to ease the wait and (it would seem) get to know him better. The language of her words are arranged beforehand and when she speaks, she projects her voice only a little to not disturb the quiet of the station. “< San'tos. I always wanted to say I admire you for adopting Sky People technology. It seems a difficult decision to do so for many of your kin. >” Admire, a word she recently learned; it seems appropriate her first use of it is to refer to him. 

❝ < We must understand these Sky People if we are to drive them out. > ❞

     Plainly spoken; his attention not turned to her fully. Always on guard. But the look she extends him after is thoughtful; a small smile stretches before it falls. A practical answer from one she is discovering is a practical man. Many of his kin would find the adoption of Sky People weapons taboo, but San’tos must see and understand the discrepancies when comparing arsenals. She rises; fruitlessly swiping her sullied hands together before bringing them to a light fold at her front, one palm pressing with the other against her stomach.

     “< I believe you are right. We rely on technology. Perhaps too much. >” The finicky electrical cabinet gains a brief glance. “<  If there is something you want to know about my people, I can explain. Would be glad to try. You taught me so much already. I can teach you more of what is needed to help your cause. >”  

[sabrinacavanagh]

How to Keep Prescription Medication Out of Reach of Children

Ensuring medication safety in households with children is crucial to prevent accidental ingestion and potential poisoning. Proper storage and handling of medications protect children from the serious health risks associated with unauthorized access. In this post, we’ll talk about ways on how to keep prescription medication out of reach of children.

Risks Associated with Children Accessing Prescription Medication

Children may mistake medications for candy due to their appearance, leading to accidental ingestion, which can result in severe health issues or fatalities. The natural curiosity of children makes it imperative to store medications securely to prevent dangerous situations.

The need for implementing preventative measures is important. These include using locked storage, proper labeling and packaging, educating family members and caregivers, regular monitoring and disposal of medications, and teaching children about medication safety. Implementing these measures can significantly reduce the risk of accidental ingestion by children.

Special Considerations for Opioids

Opioids require extra precautions due to their high potency and risk of addiction and overdose, which have contributed to the opioid crisis. Locking medication bags, secure cabinets, and stringent monitoring are essential to ensure these medications are kept out of reach of children and prevent misuse.

Safe Storage of Medications

Use of Locked Cabinets or Boxes

Locked cabinets or boxes are essential for safely storing medications, ensuring they are out of reach of children and reducing the risk of accidental ingestion. These storage solutions should be placed in secure, inaccessible locations to enhance safety.

Types of Locks and Cabinets: Options include combination locks, key locks, and digital locks, with cabinets made from durable, tamper-proof materials providing the best protection.

Recommended Storage Locations: Ideal locations for storing locked cabinets include high shelves in closets or bedrooms, away from common areas where children might have easy access.

Use of Prescription Medication Bags with a Lock

Locking medication bags are portable solutions that provide secure storage for medications when traveling or needing to transport them outside the home. These bags should always be kept locked and stored in places inaccessible to children.

Types of Locking Medication Bags: Various designs and sizes are available, equipped with combination or key locks to ensure security.

Proper Usage and Storage: Ensure the bag is always locked after use and stored in a high, secure location when not in use.

Store Prescription Medication in High and Out-of-Reach Places

Storing medications in high and out-of-reach places is a fundamental strategy to prevent children from accessing them, thereby reducing the risk of accidental ingestion. Medications should be placed in areas that are difficult for children to reach or see, ensuring an added layer of protection.

Shelves and Cupboards

Using high shelves and cupboards for medication storage is essential. These storage areas should be at least five to six feet off the ground, ensuring they are well above a child’s reach, even if they attempt to climb. Ideally, these shelves and cupboards should be located in rooms that children do not frequent, such as adult bedrooms or closets. For added security, consider using shelves and cupboards with lockable doors. This ensures that even if children manage to reach these areas, they still cannot access the medications without a key or combination. Within these cupboards, it’s beneficial to keep medications organized in labeled bins or containers to avoid confusion and accidental misuse. While these storage areas should be out of reach for children, they should still be accessible to adults when needed, ensuring easy access without having to move or rearrange furniture.

Avoiding Common Areas

Common areas such as kitchens and bathrooms are high-traffic zones where children spend a significant amount of time. Storing medications in these areas poses a significant risk as children can easily see and reach them. In kitchens, medications should not be stored in cabinets or on countertops where they are visible and accessible. Instead, use higher shelves or locked cabinets located away from the main kitchen area. Bathrooms, often seen as convenient places for medication storage, are also high-risk due to the accessibility and visibility of medications. Moreover, humidity and temperature fluctuations in bathrooms can affect the efficacy of some medications. It’s better to store medications in a high, locked cabinet in a different room, such as an adult bedroom or a home office. These areas are typically off-limits to children and can serve as secure locations for medication storage. Another effective strategy is to develop consistent habits of returning medications to their designated high and secure locations immediately after use, minimizing the risk of leaving medications within a child’s reach inadvertently.

Proper Labeling and Packaging

Keeping Medications in Original Containers

Keeping medications in their original containers ensures that they are properly labeled and reduces the risk of confusion or misuse. Original containers provide vital information such as dosage instructions, expiration dates, and warnings.

Importance of Original Labels: Original labels provide essential information that can prevent misuse and ensure proper medication administration.

Avoiding Transfer to Non-Childproof Containers: Transferring medications to non-childproof containers increases the risk of accidental ingestion and should be avoided.

Use of Child-Resistant Packaging

Child-resistant packaging is designed to make it difficult for children to open, providing an additional layer of protection. This packaging helps prevent children from accessing medications and reduces the risk of accidental ingestion.

Types of Child-Resistant Caps: Various child-resistant caps, such as push-and-turn and squeeze-and-turn caps, provide added security.

Ensuring Caps are Properly Secured After Each Use: Always ensure that child-resistant caps are securely fastened after each use to maintain their effectiveness.

Educating Family Members and Caregivers

Communication with Adults in the Household

It is essential to communicate with all adults in the household about medication safety practices to ensure everyone is vigilant and informed. Clear instructions on proper handling and storage of medications can prevent accidental access by children.

Importance of Vigilance: Emphasize the importance of vigilance in keeping medications out of reach of children.

Clear Instructions on Medication Safety: Provide detailed instructions on how to handle and store medications safely.

Informing Babysitters, Grandparents, and Other Caregivers

Ensure that anyone responsible for your children, such as babysitters and grandparents, is aware of medication safety practices. Providing guidelines and checklists can help caregivers understand and follow the necessary precautions.

Providing Guidelines and Checklists: Offer written guidelines and checklists to caregivers to ensure they understand the precautions.

Ensuring Understanding and Compliance: Confirm that caregivers comprehend and adhere to these guidelines to maintain medication safety.

Teaching Children About Medication Safety

Age-Appropriate Education

Educate children about the dangers of medications in an age-appropriate manner to help them understand the risks and avoid accidental ingestion. Clear communication about medication safety can prevent children from mistaking medications for candy.

Explaining the Dangers of Medication: Explain that medications are not candy and can be harmful if taken without supervision.

Reinforcing the Message of Not Touching Unknown Substances: Consistently reinforce the importance of not touching or ingesting unknown substances.

Modeling Responsible Behavior

Demonstrate responsible medication practices to set a good example for children. Showing children how to handle and store medications safely can reinforce the importance of these practices.

Demonstrating Safe Medication Practices: Show children that medications should only be taken when necessary and as directed by a doctor.

Encouraging Questions and Discussions About Safety: Encourage children to ask questions about medication safety and provide clear, honest answers.

Knowing What to Do in Case of Accidental Ingestion

Be prepared to act quickly in the event of an emergency involving accidental ingestion of medication. Knowing the appropriate steps to take can prevent serious health consequences.

Keep Emergency Numbers Accessible: Have the poison control number readily available and call immediately if accidental ingestion occurs.

Seeking Immediate Medical Attention: Seek immediate medical attention if a child ingests medication, even if they appear fine.

Keeping Prescription Medication Out of Reach of

How to keep prescription medication out of reach of children is a critical responsibility for any household with young members. By prioritizing medication safety, you can protect children from the serious risks associated with accidental ingestion. Implementing secure storage practices such as using locked cabinets, high shelves, and prescription medication bags with locks, significantly reduces these dangers. Proper labeling, child-resistant packaging, and regular inventory checks further enhance safety, while educating family members and caregivers ensures everyone is vigilant and informed. Teaching children about the dangers of medications and preparing for emergencies add crucial layers of protection. Special attention to opioids, given their high risk and role in the opioid crisis, is particularly important. Through these comprehensive measures, you can effectively prevent medication-related accidents and create a safer environment for your children.

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The bulk go in to the bin for the kind of steampunk themed Kells cover book, repurposed cover with scrapbook paper pages, so there's a bit of an aesthetic (I think that's the right word for it) to that batch. Halloween, especially more 'modern' looking, goes to the WIP Poison Curiosities which is a respository for Xavier's birthday being on Halloween ephemera. Stuff for neither goes in to the general use sticker bin.

There will be more but one must start somewhere. The Kells cover book will have photos of people from the era surrounded by ephemera related to their character. I think I might split some in to a circus themed book, I have the cover but would need to make the pages, and not circus.

Generally the idea for these books is to open a random page, look at the spread, and have imagination time.

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I'm also going to see if I can get that book in a different size and shape and use this one to experiment with. For all the art store had it didn't have some stuff, I forgot it's tax season, and I was ready to bring home a big set of Holbeins.

Do know why the depression was hitting extra hard recently but because I'm not going to certain places and expressing gender dysphoria and don't have a tick tock and aren't a kid I can't get mine taken away from me.

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