#blue cusions

[adventuresinmonsterland]

Rooftop Deck in Portland Inspiration for a small contemporary rooftop deck remodel with a roof extension

[chengxd]

Rooftop Deck in Portland

[triglycercule]

why is horror almost ALWAYS sweating bro this man must be a straight up water faucet with how much sweat he has in every horrortale panel. however it is for this reason that i think he has hyperhidrosis. hello my name is triglycercule and in this essay i will explain

[visionify]

Bedroom in New York

[askblueandviolet]

I got a Innoccent Thing to give to Violet (Macaque) first

*Hands him the protection Cusion of oogley eye stones* I saw a couple Asks back people kept throwing stones, And i thought It might help stop thoses...Googley eyesd Stones Fromm hitting you...y..you might remember but..yeah..

I have A question to Both any way, So blue if you Had to say ONE nice thing About Violet what would it be?

AND Violet If you Had been given A whole day To be nice to Blue What Would you do for him?

MASTER POST

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[kukurykunapatyku]

Happy *checks the watch* *checks the calendar* three-werks-after-birthday! Time is an illusion anyway. As a present I'm giving them the highest honor I can: getting partly redrawn from my family pictures <3

They were supposed to be on their best behavior but Niji ruined it of course (he sneezed 😔)

[ID: Drawing of ichiji, yonji, sanji and niji from one piece. Yonji, sanji and niji are sitting on L-shaped couch, ichiji is standing behind it, left from yonji. Sanji is lunging at Niji with angry expression, arms outstreached and mouth open. He's dressed in grey pants, blue vest and white dress shirt underneath. Niji is pressed into the couch, raising one hand in defense, the other grabbing Sanji's wrist, with one leg raised so that his knee is directed at Sanji's stomach, his teeth are gritted. He's dressed in blue frilly shirt, grey pants and brown shoes. He's got his orange googles and headphones too. Yonji is on the left side, watching it all unfold with distraught expression, partly turned away from the viever. He's dressed in flowy white shirt and black pants. Ichiji is leaning on the couch, one hand covering his face and the other resting on the cusion. He's dressed in pink blouse and black shirt underneath. Before them there is a wooden table and cake on a plate. The cake has three layers, it's yellow with purple and pink decorations. It's partly ruined, as if someone sneezed on it real hard, the third layer is spread on lower layers and even the table. /End ID]

Closeups:evil m&ms

[kittenmittenmeowchu]

Don't sleep mad

―✧˖° Comfort, fluff, cuddling and sleeping

―✧˖° No smut. Kafka is oc.. probably?? idkkk pls don't think of me as weird..

―✧˖° Just for fun..

Its been hours since kafka left, you wonder when she's coming back but right as you thought of that you hear the entrance door open and close. You hide under the sheets from the cold, waiting for her.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Moonlight veiled throughout the room, giving a soft dim effect to the humble abode. Mirrors and metalics shone against the veiling glow, cushions showing it’s colors with the tint of blue-ish bloom and wooden legs of heavy funiture continued to stand without fail to it’s purpose.

The door creaks open without warning , letting another light unvail to the peaceful room. Stood to the door frame, Kafka walks in. she Leans against the door, clacking as it closed.

The blankets on the bed shuffles when you peek out to see Kafka and you notice, Her hand holds a half empty glass with wine and the other on the knob, you heard a little click of her locking the door.

Kafka's head turns staring at yours, whilst paving her way to the side of the bed. The wine lifted , she took the a sip before the glass glowed from the moonlight.

Lowering the glowing glass, Kafka ruffles your hair, her other hand bringing weight to the bed, she lifts the rest and joined you under the sheets.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

She pressed your wrists together, placed above your head, her nose an inching from yours.

Her lips bend to a playful smirk eyeing down on your poutful expression.

"oh come on, don't look at me like that, it's not like I knew it was there.."

Brows furrow and eyes narrow, but you let it go when she pressed a thumb to where your frown crinkled. Originally, she planned to continue where you two left off, but with your mood like that, how could she?

So she ends up making another solution.

"I'll only use your lips. I won't do more mkay?"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

There were gentle heaves on blankets in sync to the sound of slow breathing ,the cusion beneath having heavy weight to where warmth laid. strands of hair lightly shift to share scent with the skin brushing through, it's nails trail the scalp with gentle care.

"Mnhh... "

A bruised pair of lips—yours pecked the neck of their companion,ere digging your face to it like a nuzzle. In response Her arm tightens around your head, just enough to tug you closer and just enough to prevail any hint of discomfort away, revealing only your opposites, so you tighten your arms around on her just like how she did.

Senses endeavored only to be clamped down in a groggy comfort, your eyelids, heavy. feeling the brush of fingertips to your forehead before enveloped by a fleeting kiss.

"Sleep with me tonight will you? I don't want you to stay mad for earlier.."

coming from your companion, her words almost slurred to purrs, the voice fitting a dept to it as she spoke.

With a little bit of thought you sigh and oblige, letting go of the weight and murmuring an incoherent "I love you", though she somehow understood, replying with a hum and a hushed whisper.

"I love you too"

Symphonies of devotion, all it was, a mutter the three words, I love you, and it could fill one's core with tranquility, leaving all other heavy feelings behind.

The soothing rythym of your heartbeat and breathing crooked a smile out of your companion, her fingers continue to interwine with your soft hair, humming a melody of her own, perhaps one of her self composed songs.. No matter, every song she hums brings ease to your snoozing form.

With a little more of cuddling she followed you to dreamland..

[lucy-dulap]

Requinted Friendship

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It had been 3 days since Lucy got dropped in Paradise Lost and they already got attached to Gamigin. Even though Lucy was perfectly healthy, neither them nor Gamigin wanted to part ways.

At 6 in the morning, Gamigin sneaks into Lucy's room, making sure that none of his brothers see him. He walks to Lucy's bed with a silly smile trying to surpress his giggles. He wanted to wake up his patient with a spook, play a prank on them if you will. He inhaled and decendent his arms on Lucy who suddently turned and tackled him.

Gamigin screamed at the sudden jumpscare as Lucy started maddly laughing. Losing balance, Gamigin fell to the ground, Lucy on top of him. For a moment they just stared at eachother, trying to gauge the other's reaction, but that was soon replaced by the lively laughter of the two teens in the heart of the hospital.

"Did you drink the dew on the way here?" Lucy took one of the tears of laughter in their eyes and handed it to Gamigin who dutifully licked it.

"That's the reason I wake up so early every day." The dragon licked his lips and started stroking Lucy's face pinching their cheeks and cooing. "Humans are so soft... and so pretty and so smart and so interesting and... you're perfect." Gamigin's rosy blush spread all over his face as he looked up at Lucy, whose head was illuminated by the strong LED lights in the room, making it look like a devine halo was adorned on their head.

Lucy had no words and just ackwardly got up and set back down on the hospital bed. "Eh, not all humans are good. Some are awful. And the worst part is that humans sometimes do things that hurt you... for no reason."

Gamigin kneeled in front of Lucy, his head between their thighs and using one of them as a cusion. Lucy was playing with Gamigin's blue locks, twirling them, pulling them, messaging them, to Gamigin all of Lucy's touches had the same calming affect on him.

"Do you think humans are inherently evil?" Gamigin was genuinely curious. Since he's never met a human before and he rarely heard anything about their land, he was more than happy to hear any tid bit of information about this foreign species.

Lucy looked at the wall for a while. They had previously pondered this question, especially when they were younger, but they could never come up with a satisfary answer. "Maybe some of them are. I don't know, there's over 8 billion people on Earth and I've barely talked with 2000. I doupt we could ever find an answer."

Silence set in the room, but, unlike the one at home, this one felt comforting. Even when nothing was spoken, the message was clear. Lucy looked down at Gamigin and they felt puzzled. This... creature could make them feel so vulnarable. Were they opening up too fast again? The last time that happened was with... Lucy would rather forget his name, just like he probably forgot their's already.

For some reason, they just felt like trusting Gamigin. He was so genuine, so honest, so passionate about everything that it was hard not to open up to him. Gamigin was what Lucy wished to be. He was perfect.

A loud knock disturbs the duo, and before Gamigin could question the identity of the visitor, he made himself known by barging in. Ppyong and a very grumpy untied Marbas entered the room.

Marbas groaned and lazily gestured towards the two youngsters which were in a very compromising position.

"Thank you so much, sir Marbas! And sorry for waking you up like that, aye!" Ppyong waved at Marbas who dragged himself out the door, closing it with all his might.

"Shunks, we just fixed that door last week." Gamigin whisper, as he got up to great Ppyong. "I'm sorry, sir, but this room does not accept visitors." Gamigin spoke firmly, putting on his professional doctor façade on. That always made Lucy blush.

"I was sent by his Majesty Satan which talked with his Majesty Lucifer and they both agreed to let me visit the child of Solomon." Gamigin was still not that persueded but an order from Lucifer is to be respected and abided by.

Ppyong flew to Lucy's bed and the two started chatting as Gamigin looked from a distance. He sat next to Lucy eventually, finding comfort in the proximity between the two.

"His Majesty Satan really wanted to see how you were doing since he dropped you off here,but those damn angels attacked again. They caused such a ruckus that all the nobles in Gehenna and some from Tartaros have joined forces to try and stop them."

To be perfectly honest, Lucy didn't really care. They went to hell to die, them getting this far was already stepping into unplanned teritory. The only thought in their mind was hanging out with Gamigin. Finally, something Ppyong said made sense to them.

"His Majesty Satan made it possible for me to go to the human world and get you something if you need it. He realised that maybe you need medicine we don't have in Hell or something."

Gamigin felt personally offended by that statement. "We don't need medicine in Paradise Lost. We use real power to heal our patients. Lucy doesn't need drugs to cure them." Even though Gamigin was a laid-back guy most of the time, there were certain subjects that would make him instantly turn serious.

But Lucy's mind was sharper and they immidietly got up and started writing on a small paper. It was a letter towards Minhyeok, nothing fancy, just a request for some old CDs.

"Does Paradise Lost have a CD player?" Lucy asked from the other side of the room.

"I think Lucifer might have one in his office. He likes collecting antiques."

Lucy turned to him with a triggered expression "H-hey, they're not... that old. I mean, I grew up watching CDs daily."

"Human technology is based on hell's tech so all of it seems old to us." Ppyong tried to clarify but Lucy pushed the paper in his face. "Tell Minhyeok that I sent this to him out of familial platonic love and that it's a 78 emergency! Now go!"

Ppyong grapped the paper and rushed to the human world. Lucy turned to Gamigin and pointed at him.

"You! Go make popcorn. I am going to indoctrinate you."

Gamigin laughed and did a mock military salute before trying to open the door... which fell off as soon as he touched it.

"Aaaaand this is why Marbas isn't allowed in the hospital untied."

[holly-fixation]

Three... Guards?: Ch 16

Summary: Tifa finds Cloud at the train station in Sector Seven. It’s the first time she’s seen him in seven years. But he’s not alone. Three silver haired boys protected him. Three silver haired boys that triggered memories of her hometown. Of steel through her chest. Of SOLDIER First Class. Of Him.

Kalm offered a small break from the journey awaiting them all.

Please Enjoy!

Inspired by the prompt by @im-totally-not-an-alien

Chapter 16: Queen's Blood

Tifa and Strife left the rooftop not long after spotting the former Crimson Soldier, Tifa to attempt to get some rest while Strife said he had a few more things to take care of before he could turn in for the night. The older blond dropped Tifa off at her bedroom door, and she took one final deep breath before opening it. 

Almost everything was the same as she left it, but her bed was claimed by the crimson beast they found in the lab.

“Sorry…” came the only apology, Aerith's whisper just above the quiet breaths of the other occupants. 

The couch sat unattended with a white sheet and blanket on its cusions. The two remnants of Sephiroth that shared the room were laying in their same locations with only pillows, stirring slightly away from the door. 

“Don't worry about it,” Tifa brushed off softly before taking the saved place.

* * * 

“Apparently it's ‘Queens Blood’,” Strife explained to Cloud, blue eyes locked on the gifted deck from the owner of the inn.

“It's an effective method for obtaining information, cards, and gil,” Genesis defended. 

“So why didn't you save us all trouble and get a third room?” Barret called out. 

“Because I'm no master of a children's card game, as easy as it is to pick up. Abilities become difficult to manage and decks are limited to fifteen cards. I lost. And per our agreement, I donated my previous winnings to street musicians.”

“Look, I'll take care of getting the rest of us upgraded weapons if you two can focus on finding Shinra's next move,” Cloud suggested while holding a hand to his head, earning an odd look from his future self. “You said you've already changed things. Let's make sure Shinra and Sephiroth are on the same track so we can cut them off.”

The Remnant attached to Cloud's hip stared at the ground despite the eyes on him. 

“And also… maybe…” Aerith spoke up with a small raise of her hand, “relax and enjoy the town a little? Only for a few hours.”

Both Cloud Strifes stared hard. 

“We could all use a real rest,” the one armed father agreed. “As much as sleepin’ on rocks in the middle of dead lands was nice and all.”

“And we won't be stopping anyone if we burn ourselves out,” the bartender mentioned, her crimson eyes sparkling against mako blues. “And I… I'm still recovering from everything last night.”

Strife closed his eyes with a sigh and Cloud turned away. 

“...Fine. Two hours. Then we get out of town,” the leader relented.

Aerith and Tifa high fived. 

“Broden said to meet him here when we're ready to leave Kalm,” Strife added. 

“Then that's where we'll meet.” Cloud said no more on the matter. He felt the weight of the child at his side but made no mention of it, walking out into the Republic themed town outside. 

Worn cobblestone streets connected every inch of commercial and residential land, mapping the town so perfectly it was simultaneously difficult and easy to lose oneself in it. It took longer than Cloud would've liked to identify the weapons shop. 

The owner seemed surprised when they walked in. Cloud's hands itched for the sword on his back, but he forced himself to wait. “Something wrong?”

“Not used to seeing kids in here is all. Is he old enough?” 

“He won't be touching anything. He likes to look.” 

“Well, then what will it be today?”

“What do you have?” Despite a glance around the store, none of the weapons on display suited his party at all. 

Just their luck, the store had everything useful in the back, but there was no way Cloud or anyone in their group had enough money to buy a gun prosthetic, a double wide long sword, a magic staff, two sets of combat gloves, a feathered collar, a new pistol, and a small katana. 

Cloud purchased his own upgrade first and walked away. 

The child at his side poked at his pockets. 

The blond shuffled through its contents and found the small box gifted by the store owner. “Huh. Good idea.”

It looked like it was time to duel. 

* * * 

The flower girl paced along the entrances to far too many colorful shops, each with bows and collars and necklaces of beautiful and sometimes amazing power. 

“We still need instant knockout resistance, frog immunity, physical and magical dampening resistance, poison immunity if we're lucky,  and Stop diffusers. How long do you think it'll take us to make enough Gil for all the accessories we need?” Aerith turned to the oldest boy, who stared at her like a Nibel deer in headlights. 

“Uh? Uhhh???”

“Okay, maybe that's too much to ask. Can you carry the bags then?”

“Yes please.” 

* * * 

“Why didn't you take Loz for this…?” Yazoo questioned as he balanced a multitude of bottles. Potions, ethers, antidotes, meals. The pile blocked most of his sight.  

“Because you said you wanted to check out the tavern.” Barret's loud reply came. “The hell did you think I was doin’ bringin’ ya?”

“I assumed you volunteered to allow Tifa more rest…”

“Well that too. Can't have her tucker out so quickly. Been through a lot and all.” 

“Can't we create some of these items for free using an item transmuter and what we found in the badlands…?”

“Find us a transmuter without Shinra tracking and then we'll start talking.”

The boy sighed, adjusting the bottles. “Can we at least purchase a sack for this then…?”

“I'll think on it.”

* * * 

“Why do you have interest in this anyway?” Genesis questioned before playing the first Shinra Trooper card of the game, keeping the real troop in sight through a window of a café. 

“The game represents human tactical abilities. I appreciate your willingness to play a few rounds with me.” Red XIII played a grassland wolf. Both recently escaped lab rats kept an ear on Shinra's men, hoping for a useful slip up. 

“I have to ask, how did a creature like you end up in Hojo's lab?”

“I could ask the same of you.”

“Fair enough. But I'm positive my story will trap us here until dawn. May I at least ask where you're from?”

The creature grumbled. The man in red sighed in defeat, a new card on the mat. 

* * * 

“How dare you break through my impenetrable fortress by cheating,” the woman surrounded by a wall of cardboard boxes proclaimed.

“What cheating? You're delusional,” Cloud scoffed. 

“I see just fine with these protected eyes I have, and the little one at your side does not hide his subtle hints to your deck.”

Mako eyes met a head of silver hair that refused to look at either players. “He could not care less.”

“I'll only accept defeat and give you the reward you so desire if you allow me to play the child in a fair match.”

“Are you really that petty?”

“You walk through my impenetrable defenses and judge how I view my enemies?”

“...fair enough.” Cloud sighed, kneeling down to capture the boy's attention. “Just one round so we can move on?”

Kadaj gave the smallest of pouts. 

“I will never ask you to do this again.”

The remnant hesitantly grabbed the cards, eyes glazed and movements slow. 

“Now,” The woman announced, “let the battle begin.”

First turn belonged to the boy who skimmed the cards, reading each ability carefully. He kept looking between his hands and the playing field. 

Cloud looked over the child's shoulder. 

“Ah-ah-ah! No aid!”

“It's not aid.” The blond pressed a button behind the dragon, signaling the next move. All of Kadaj's cards required too many pawns to use. He couldn't do anything if he wanted to. 

His bad start was not balanced by his skill. In fact, Cloud stepped behind the child because he kept cringing at every decision made.

He might be able to turn this around if he-

Nope. Never mind. 

But if he uses that card just right-

Of course not. Not a chance. 

The end score tipped the scales with the greatest number of chips: 25 to 28.

Well at least she was bad at the game too. 

Cloud couldn't wait to get back on track and end these useless hours of rest. At least it earned them all new weapons. 

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To be continued…

Thanks for reading!

Chapter List 

Note: I tired myself out on this chapter very quickly. Turns out I'm not cut out for filler. We'll get back on track next time in the Grasslands. 

[daenystheedreamer]

licherally i thought grrm wrote the starks poc. it took sean bean!ned for me to realise they were white the whole time... the disappointment... what was all that 'blood of the first men' dark hair, dark grey/brown eyes, Distinctive Stark Look business for then...

GOD and its like. many north asians have pale-r skin there's literally nothing in the text against it why must they be WASP-tier whites yknow?? and i think people forget this is fantasy, our ethnic groups dont exist. i hate when they pull out like "well theyre blue/grey/green/whatever eyed so theyre white" yeah dude cos the genetics are just sooooo earthlike. it gets so much worse when its about valyrians cos like yeah dude earth is just drowning in euro-blooded whites with silver hair and purple eyes 'oh but elizabeth taylor' you mean blue eyed elizabeth taylor? that elizabeth taylor? suck my ass.

canonically the characters are european because its medieval european fantasy and grrm is white and has said this but also canonically whiteness and europe dont exist. plus every example i can remember he cusions it with "i imagine these characters as [blank]" eg he personally thinks of the dornish as mediterannean europeans. plus this is books and not real and art and its not even a question of if im ALLOWED to personally imagine characters as non-white it is my prerogative!!

and god sorry we wanna inject authentic depictions of ethnicity into the Whitey McRacist series. sorry im having fun!!!

[talisidekick]

Catear Update

Alright, alright. This took a bit. A lot of personal stuff happened that delayed the progress on this. I'm sorry. But I made a promise because you all voted on that stupid poll (and almost made me wear a tail in public), so here's the progress:

After spending over $50 on a 12in. by 12in. square of 2in. long rust-coloured faux fur (I'm never buying from the US again, it was $10 for the fur, but like $40 in shipping) that took a month to arrive, I took a look at like hundreds of videos that were completely unhelpful in assisting me make catears at all. I then asked my spouse for help because I ... embarrassingly don't know how to sew ... and we started with something simple that I forgot was probably step 1 ...

[Start ID: A photo graph from my terrible Samsung J6 camera of a cardboard piece cut from a cereal box with a bad tracing/template of catears in pencil on it. There's a pair of pliers with blue grips, a red mechanical pencil, some shaping wire, and a wide plastic headband atop it. /End ID]

... drawing a template on spare cardboard. My spouse was also smart(er than me by a lot) and bought some plastic headbands that are just ... way more comfortable than the metal wire ones for like $9 CAD. The band is wider and it hurts less. With a shitty template and apparently we had wire for some reason? I was expecting to have to go out and spend like $15 CAD on some but hey, we hoard shit 'cause we're poor and it pays off.

With the sewing machine set up, Watch came to pay a visit to supervise.

[Start ID: Another shitty picture from my Samsung J6 of Watch, my black cat with yellow eyes, peering through at my spouse (off camera) through the sewing machine. /End ID]

She later discovered she didn't like the sound of the sewing machine and ran off. But you can see a bit of the faux fur we're dealing with on the left.

It's a good time to mention my spouse decided to get super high AF because they're off for a few days and despite being ... inebriated as heck, they powered through. There was only one fuck-up, and I take the blame for that. Some of the fur didn't get stitched right so we'll have to redo the seam, but a less high Witch from the following day has found an easier way to rectify that issue than just trying again and seeing what happens. I don't understand it, but they're confident so I'm going to learn what the heck they were talking about by seeing sometime later this week (I hope). The current state:

[Start ID: A picture (still from my terribly Samsung J6 camera), of all the tools used: a comb to manipulate the fur, pliers to shape the wire, a pencil for the template, pins to hold the fabric together, scissors to cut through thick fabric, a pin cusion that looks like an orange with an attached red chilli-pepper pin sharpener, bent wire, a sewing machine, a headband, and the current status of the catears being stitched together to vaguely look like catears. /End ID]

Part of being a hoarder ... sorry "stingy" is that we had some faux fur in white from some tiny pillow-case we just never got around to getting a pillow for. This worked perfect for the inside of the ears. The stitching done on this is amazing and has a little loop so the wire can be threaded through. I explained this idea poorly to my spouse who then had a brainwave mid-job and executed it 10x better than I had badly explained it ... please note, while high as heck and with no concept of time. We had to stop here for now because reality just wasn't sticking for my spouse at this point, so I cleaned up so our cats wouldn't get up to mischief. As explained earlier, there is a flaw with one of the ears, it'll have to be restitched, but apparently there's a way to fix it involving a sort of 'holding stitch', not sure what that means, but I'll find out when we do this later this week (hopefully).

The ears, as they stand, actually don't really "need" the wire to hold their shape, the stitching does all the work here. The wire will just be there for stability and to somehow attach it to the band (not sure how yet, we're crossing that bridge when we get to it). We're apparently not using glue for any of this because my spouse decided to go for durability. Which I agree with. These may just be my every-day ears for the next bit.

Anywho, there's the progress update some of you have been wanting. I hope to have a finished product soon. We've learned a lot on this, and I do want to make more so the next set will be completely done by my hands (ideally), but right now my spouse is here because I can't sew for shit and they decided to use this as a tutorial for me.

[puff-mmd]

ciro steals one of kaisei's hoodies and decides to be a tease about it

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A soft hum floated from the kitchen as Kaisei peeked in to see Ciro doing the dishes. He had noticed earlier during dinner that his boyfriend had decided to wear his favorite hoodie today. And well, he had to do something about that, didn't he?

Creeping quietly into the kitchen, he made sure to stay out of Ciro's line of sight, and as soon as he was close enough, he shot his arms around the blonde, scaring the man half to death.

"KAISEI!" he screeched, the spoon in his hands clattering into the sink - the loud noise startling both of them. Picking up the spoon, Ciro turned slightly to bop Kaisei on the head with the utensil.

"Ouch - geez, I just wanted to surprise you a little," Kaisei muttered, rubbing the spot on his head that had connected with the spoon.

"And if I'd been holding a knife? What then?" Ciro replied, his tone clearly miffed.

"Guess I'd have a bigger problem than just a bruise on my head."

Ciro sighed, returning his attention to the dishes in the sink. Kaisei squeezed him tighter, resting his chin on his shoulder and letting the baggy fabric of the hoodie slide against Ciro's stomach. It took him a moment to realize,

There were no shorts underneath that hoodie, like he was expecting. He could feel his face slowly heat up, thinking about how close he was to him.

Ciro looked over his shoulder, only to find the purple-haired demon had nestled his face into the hood, but only for a moment before slinking off into the living room.

That color in his cheeks, however, certainly caught his eye.

--

Ciro walked into the living room, peeking over the couch to see if Kaisei was still there.

Sure enough, his boyfriend was curled up to one side of the couch, snuggled up in a warm cardigan over a simple t-shirt and leggings. He walked around the couch, and stood for a moment.

"Can I sit?" He asked carefully.

"Oh, yeah, sure" Kaisei muttered absentmindedly, his eyes focused on the TV, but one hand stretching out to pat the soft couch cusion.

Ciro, wanting the attention on him and not on some silly TV show, made an obvious motion to smooth the bottom of the hoodie down before having a seat next to his boyfriend - making sure those electric blue eyes were noticing where the fabric met his thighs, and the way his hands gently slid across his soft skin.

Leaning up next to Kaisei, he put one hand on his leg, the other in his lap, and rested against him. Kaisei's arm creeped around Ciro's shoulder, pulling him close.

"I'm not mad or anything - I know you were just playing around. If you actually saw a knife in my hand, I'm pretty sure you'd have thought twice."

His fingers traced small shapes on Kaisei's thigh, the silence just hardly bearable. He glanced up at his boyfriend, who was now looking down and away rather than at the TV. He reached forward and clicked the screen off, before tilting Ciro's chin up to look at him.

"I would have, it's just that seeing you in my hoodie made me, I don't know, lose it a little."

That blush crept across his face again, and this time, Ciro couldn't help but smirk.

All he'd done after his shower that evening was lazily decide the hoodie laying on the dresser would be easier to put on than finding other clothes to wear, but it seemed to be enough to fluster his poor boyfriend. And if that were the case, he wasn't going to let the opportunity slip away.

"Does seeing me in your clothes really get you going that much?" Ciro teased, swinging his legs up into Kaisei's lap, and sliding his arms around his neck.

"Kind of... it's so big on you, plus you're not....um...."

"Not what?" He probed, kicking his legs up just slightly.

"Not wearing shorts or anything....." Kaisei mumbled, attempting to look away from his boyfriend that was already flustering him so much with just his demeanor.

"Hmmmmm,"

Ciro pulled himself into Kaisei's lap completely, legs straddled on either side of his waist, arms still looped around his neck. He leaned close to his face and whispered, "Seeing you get shy like this, it turns me on too, you know."

He closed the space between them with a deep kiss, making sure to press his hips into Kaisei's lap. He earned a low moan from the man, encouraging him to move them just enough to tease him a little more. He felt a hand start up his thigh, going underneath the hoodie and up his side, causing him to shudder.

But he noticed something strange.

He grabbed Kaisei's wrist and pulled his hand up to look at his fingers, and for good measure, lightly drew them across his lips.

"Why did you trim two of your claws so short?" He inquired, confused by the sight. The claws on Kaisei's pointer and middle fingers had been cut neatly, leaving his other three fingers their usual length. Kaisei, without skipping a beat,

"Why don't you close your eyes and lie down? I'll show you what they're for," he whispered into his wrist, having twirled Ciro's hand around in his own to hold it.

Taken aback by the strange request, he couldn't help but be curious. He lay down on the couch, arms folded across his chest and eyes shut.

"Nope, on your stomach."

A groan, but compliance.

Ciro waited impatiently as he hugged a pillow, wondering what the heck his boyfriend was up to. Just then, the sudden feeling Kaisei's hand rubbing up underneath the hoodie on his back, and trailing down to his rear threatened to make his eyes flutter open, accompanied by a small gasp.

"Ah-ah, can't have you peeking - keep them closed. Relax a little too, while you're at it. I'm not gonna hurt you."

Another sigh as he tried to loosen himself up. He just hadn't expected the contact, was all. As he shifted to be more comfortable, Ciro felt the couch sink underneath him as Kaisei situated himself between his leg and the back of the couch. He could feel the wave of body heat as he leaned over him, and made a sound of surprise when he felt the two fingers with shortened claws slip into his mouth. The fingers swirled around, rubbing his tongue and cheeks, and Ciro vaguely felt another hand tug at the waistband of his underwear. He knew when the fingers popped out of his mouth, there was a string of saliva following them - he could feel it.

"Spread your legs and lift your hips a little." Kaisei purred close to Ciro's neck. At this point, he had a pretty good idea of where this was going, and yet he still wasn't prepared when he felt a slick finger slip inside of him.

He gasped and gripped the pillow he was currently shoving his face into, the sensation feeling much different than what he was used to having inside him. It was thinner, but more...dexterous. The finger curled around, stroking him and making him squirm.

"Careful, if you move too much, it might hurt."

Ciro did his best, once again, to relax - focusing only on feeling the finger currently exploring him. Even so, his mind spun from the current situation. Wasn't he supposed to be the one flustering Kaisei, not the other way around?

Just as he had gotten used to the feeling of one finger, he growled as a he felt another slip into him, the two fingers moving together against his insides.

A piteous moan escaped his mouth; he couldn't help it, even when trying to one-up him, Kaisei always seemed to find a way to turn the tables on him.

Not that he ever minded, but still - it was irritating in the moment.

Ciro could feel the heat building up in his stomach, and in spite of Kaisei's warnings to not move around too much, he found himself slowly grinding his hips into the couch cushion. The added friction against his still-clothed cock was just enough to make him moan again, and Kaisei seemed to get the hint to pull the underwear down around his knees so he could grind directly against the couch.

"Go ahead, but do it carefully. I don't want you to get my favorite hoodie dirty after I just washed it."

He barely heard those words, focused only on following himself through to pleasure.

Before he knew it, he could feel the heat in his lower body unfurl, and he came onto the couch. In the moment that followed, he was grateful that the cushion's were easy to clean. His eyelids still heavy, he opened them and peeked over his shoulder at his boyfriend, who was currently seated behind him with a satisfied grin on his lips.

"How dare you turn this around on me, you..." Ciro muttered, half slurring his words. He rolled himself over onto his back, and with all the energy he could muster, he wrapped his legs around Kaisei's waist and pulled himself up.

"I'll make you pay for this."

"I'd love to see you try."

Ciro pushed one hand against Kaisei's chest, shoving him to the couch and pinning him down by the waist.

"Oh, I'll show you alright."

He knew one weakness of Kaisei's, and he intended to exploit it now that he had a reason to. Moving back to sit on his legs, he leaned down near his crotch and flicked a tongue out against the bulge that was clearly outlined by the tight leggings. Kaisei groaned in anticipation for what was to come. He knew Ciro, and that he had two ways of doing this - one for when they were simply trying to make each other feel good, and one for when he wanted to get payback at him for being annoying.

Either way would end amazing for him, but one was... much more torturous than the other.

Ciro pulled the leggings and underwear down around Kaisei's knees, and started by simply stroking his boyfriend's cock - slowly and completely.

"If you move, I stop. And keep your eyes on me," he warned. There were rules to this when he was in want of revenge, and luckily Kaisei was generous enough to play along...most of the time.

Rubbing his fingertip along the slit at the top, Ciro moved to place his mouth at the base and slowly licked up to the tip. Before going down, he paused momentarily to take in the sight of his boyfriend's rosy pink dick, the same pink that was also currently splayed across his cheeks.

He smirked, watching Kaisei's eyes follow him down as he took the length into his mouth. He let his mouth take care of him, while placing his hands on his hips to make sure he didn't move while he was busy. Soft whimpers filled the room as Kaisei struggled to stay still, every movement of Ciro's tongue causing his body to try and betray him. Just as he felt himself getting close, he hoped for the best,

But of course, that was not meant to be yet.

Ciro pulled away, taking a breath and resting his head on Kaisei's hip. He dragged one finger up and down his cock, making sure to rub the dribbles of precum along the shaft, before letting his hand rest between his legs.

"I know you didn't think it would be that quick." He teased, chuckling at the disappointment clear on Kaisei's face. Sometimes, he was just too easy to read.

Just as he was starting to relax, Ciro kissed the tip of his cock before going down on him again. He knew this would happen at least one more time - when Ciro wanted to be petty, he made sure it was as agonizing as possible for him.

Finally, after at least 20 minutes of being brought to the edge, only to be snatched away every time, Ciro pulled back, hand still stroking him, and demanded, "Now."

Kaisei moaned, letting himself release the built up pleasure all at once. His eyes fluttered closed, and he laid back on the couch, breathless and panting.

"Hmph, you told me not to get your hoodie all dirty, and look. You got it dirty yourself."

Kaisei groaned, forcing his eyes open again to see what his boyfriend was complaining about. Sure enough, his gaze was met with Ciro sitting between his legs, holding the hem of the hoodie up and showing the pale cum now staining the black fabric. He reached over and grabbed a tissue from the coffee table, bringing it over only to have Ciro snatch it from his hand to clean up the hoodie.

"Sorry; I'll just, wash it again, I guess."

"Don't know why you're apologizing - it's your hoodie after all."

He looked away sheepishly, reaching to pull his leggings and underwear back up, when Ciro placed his hands over his own.

"Oh, we're not done yet." He cooed, crawling back into Kaisei's lap. The thing was, as much as all that teasing was torture for Kaisei, it was just as bad for Ciro. Watching his boyfriend try so hard not to move, fighting the urge to start thrusting his hips up and using his mouth as a fleshlight, it all had an effect on him too. And now, he was going to finish getting everything he wanted out of this.

Just as Ciro rubbed the tip of his own cock against Kaisei's opening, though, he stopped.

"Fuck, please tell me you have a condom in your pocket."

It was bad enough they weren't using lube, but Ciro refused to put anything in anywhere without some kind of protection.

Kaisei perked up, reaching into one of the cardigan's pockets, and pulling one out. As much as Ciro grateful in this moment, he was still a little surprised that he had one on him.

Then again, this was Kaisei he was dealing with - it shouldn't be so shocking after all.

"What? I know how you are - I have to be prepared for anytime."

Ciro rolled his eyes before sliding the condom on and reaching out to pin Kaisei's wrists to the couch.

"Guess I should reward you for being so observant and prepared."

Kaisei arched his back and moaned,"Fuck, just do it already."

"Oh, so feisty when you've been teased~"

Ciro laughed, satisfied that he earned a curse out of his boyfriend - he knew he was doing well if he actually got Kaisei to say "fuck." He sank into his boyfriend, eliciting a moan from both of them as he slowly pushed himself in deeper. He moved his hands to Kaisei's waist to keep himself steady as he thrusted in and out, allowing Kaisei to put his arms around Ciro and pull him closer. Even on top, he still somehow managed to slip control back to his boyfriend - he simply couldn't help himself.

Ciro rested his face on Kaisei's chest as he moved rhythmically, savoring the way his boyfriend's hands stroked his back and neck. His toes curled at the tingly sensation when his hands brushed against bare skin as he pulled the hoodie up to his chest, adding to the already unbearable pleasure between his legs. As they got closer to the edge, Ciro's whimpers turned to moans and it felt all too soon that he came. He breathed heavily, feeling something warm and wet against his stomach - Kaisei must have reached his limit too.

They lay together, quietly breathing and just taking in the feeling of the other against their body. Finally, Kaisei sat up and propped himself on his elbows. Ciro followed suit, holding the hoodie up so that it wouldn't reach the cum currently dripping down his stomach.

"Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?" Kaisei said quietly, admiring his boyfriend's body sitting so pretty on his lap.

"Just get another tissue, my arms are getting tired holding this thing up. Jeez....."

Kaisei chuckled and grabbed another tissue to clean him up, before Ciro let the hoodie drop back down. He flopped forward, nestling back into Kaisei's arms.

"Damn, I'm so tired now," Ciro muttered.

"Just close your eyes and rest then." A hand smoothed down his hair, another craddled him around his back, and despite knowing better he drifted to sleep snuggled up to Kaisei.

[homelulu]

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Lady in Whiskers & Slippers (Updated 11-19-23)

(Sling Set, 19. October) Back in Cinci-Oh, I struggled to earn small wages doing odd jobs in my awkward teen years. At Human age 13, my limbs shot up like bamboo n my paws were whopee cusions, yet Im still kitten sized compared to Big Rhonda n Aunt Jane (Circene screwd my mom's genetics more than dad screwed her in the motel 6 pool that birthed me! srry TMI). Two of my best gigs boiled to babysitting and the Cactus Joan Revue at Cincinnati Zoo. Sure I liked pouncing thru loops made by my preternatural tail Slink n wranglin livestock by the petting zone in Aunt Jane's Cowgirl dress from her Paris,Texas Runway last spring when she toured w/Coco Banana, the sitting jobs fared better cuz I met some critters as odd as I am, like that pygmy hippo boss baby Benny and his growth formula down by Wall Street, or that shadeling Taz Devil Vincent from Brisbane, Australia. But my recent sitting gig had some skeletons I hadnt noticed til then, n it all came to my sitee Last July.

I took care of a literal cat lady and her litter of 35 for 3 wks in her rustic Rhode Island shack. Her name was Julie Phyllis. 30yrs ago, she was a former resi of Spooner Street with a handful of cats, plus a large tabby w/black stripes she calls Mistress Bengal acting as security for the few dogs that dare cross her sidewalk n lawn. Lately some rowdy kids spouted off tall tales of her becoming a cat herself or that Bengal would take her place if she wasn't fed well enough. Wutever the case, she had gradually gone from Crazy Ol Cat Lady to Crazy Ol Cat IRL 'round Halloween time. They hadnt figured what caused her transfur, say for some strange glowing plants by her yard. Her cats musta rubbed on the leaves which carried bits of Circene spores in'em, then she rubbed her face n hands on their fur, turning her to this light orange Tabby I saw my first week of Nana-sitting, or maybe Ms. Bengal had been Mobilized n took Phyllis' place. Like any bothersome pets in the suburbs, her neighbors had shooed them far out of town, living their next nine lives in that shack. Few things to know bout my time w/Ms. Phyllis 2/3 weeks in: 1-Her signature clothes were a periwinkle bathrobe,small round glasses, n peach slippers in stockings. But as a Barban spinster housecat who could shift from anthro to feral at random, she rips her pantyhose clawing n stretching her toes apart when going full cat. Otherwise she's naked in both her Mobile and Wild stance sans a grey-blue collar on her neck with a tag reading "Bagel" whn goin out,wearin it as if she was that same cat that passed not too long ago. And I no shame luv it! 2-Her cats see her as Queen of the Litterbox given her girth from eating too much Meow Mix n cream, but I see a deluded fat-ass pussy, which is no different than other cats, playin round the scratch post, lappin that saucer of cream n tuna. 3-Litterbox stank n dander everywhere was unbearable 4-A pantry stocked full'o'tuna cans, milk & cream yet she forgets to feed them while gourging on the rations herself, chowing so much Meow mix like Trail Mix n guzzling gallons upon gallons of milk!

All that said, she wasnt a bad client, forgetful n piggy yes, but not awful, n still tho...I cudnt help but shake that we were kindred in some way, dark stripes n glasses aside. Few times we went Out to walk, Julie hung with her Golden Girls by a small pet friendly café, sharing gossip from the pets on Spooner street n out of state, comparing pills n claw lengths, wooing would-be mates at the Petsmart n VFW home. She was almost like family to me, rekindling our bonds after we havnt seen one another for a long time.

Near the end of week 2, I saw some frames of Phyllis with her 'tiger cat' Ms. Bengal almost one n the same at this point, even wearin the confounded collar with the wrong name Bagel. Another frame of that cat corners my eye, with a Persian and Siamese by her side, but she wore an enchanting Viper Green collar. Funny how they look a bit like my aunt n uncle on my mom's side, Muffin & Finch. Dad told me they had another tabby as a friend by name of Bagel, looking way too same-ish as Julie on that big orange Snick couch there by the TV set with all the other cats huddled over for daytime soaps or Price is Right like my inlaws did at the adoption center– ⚡️👓⚡️😳 Oh my...I blocked that thought out as a cub some point, not giving 2¢ about it, but it factors into my lineage with Ma when she left our lives. I was too bashful to blurt out my discovery in front of her cats lest they attack their False Queen in shock. Tho given her short-term memory loss, she wudnt hav known herself much post-TF. Was she Ms. Bengal or Julie Phyllis? TBC

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Best Glass Dining Tables for Contemporary Spaces

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Best Glass Dining Tables for Contemporary Spaces

Sleek and modern glass dining tables have become a favored choice for contemporary spaces, exuding a refined and modern charm that complements today’s interior design trends. As their popularity surges, it’s essential to understand the practicality and visual harmony they bring. Their prevalence has soared, owing to the unique advantages they offer, such as elegance, airiness, and versatility. In this exploration, we will uncover the primary design elements that make this furniture stand out, along with pragmatic tips for assimilating them seamlessly into progressive settings. So, prepare to elevate your dining experience with stunning and versatile glass tables!

Contents

1 Advantages of Glass Dining Room Tables

1.1 Modern glass dining tables

2 Design Elements of Sleek Glass Dinner Tables

3 Stunning Shapes

4 Incorporating Glass Dinner Tables in Contemporary Spaces

4.1 Glass Dining Tables Sets

4.2 Glass dining table set for 4 & 6

5 Key Considerations and Tips

5.1 Wood and glass dining tables

6 Real-Life Applications

6.1 Extendable glass dining table

7 Addressing Common Misconceptions

7.1 Small glass dining tables

8 Table Decor Ideas

Advantages of Glass Dining Room Tables

In modern homes, glass dinner tables are popular for their diverse range of benefits.

Glass Dinner Table Round Shape With Wood Triangle Base

Their elegance and aesthetics add a touch of refinement to any dining room, creating a chic vibe. One of their core assets lies in establishing visual spaciousness and reflecting light, which brightens up the entire space, making it appear more exposed and spacious. Their multi-functionality allows them to flawlessly blend with various interior styles, whether it’s a trendy, minimalist, or eclectic decorative motif.

Modern glass dining tables

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In terms of maintenance, they are remarkably easy to maintain and clean, simplifying daily upkeep. With these advantages combined, glass tables present an ideal solution for enhancing dining room appearance and providing an inviting ambiance for memorable get-togethers in varied settings.

Design Elements of Sleek Glass Dinner Tables

Design plays a pivotal role in crafting sleek glass dinner tables that enrich dining areas. These dining sets boast a minimalist frame and construction, featuring a streamlined structure that ensures an uncluttered look and harmonizes various decor styles. To guarantee safety and endurance, tempered glass is utilized, making these tables resistant to breakage and scratches.

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Stunning Shapes

The creative aspect shines through with ingenious glass table shapes and forms, adding a touch of creativity to the dining area. To further enhance the appeal, metal accents or wood elements are smoothly incorporated, fusing harmoniously with the glass surface. This fusion of materials breathes life into the concept, producing a captivating and stylish centerpiece for any futuristic dining room.

Round glass dining tables

Rectangle glass dining tables

Oval glass dining tables

Square glass dining tables

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Incorporating Glass Dinner Tables in Contemporary Spaces

In contemporary spaces, incorporating glass dinner tables can transform dining rooms with open layouts into appealing and functional areas. To achieve this, harmonizing glass tables with innovative chairs and accessories is key. A well-thought-out cutting-edge dining room setup involves integrating glass dining sets in open-plan spaces, making the most of their transparent and spacious appeal.

Glass Dining Tables Sets

The convergence of streamlined glass tables with modish chairs and accessories amplifies the overall structure while establishing comfort and efficiency.

Glass Dinner Table With Plant Centerpiece And Cusioned Wood Chairs

Glass dining table set for 4 & 6

By designing hospitable and purposeful dining rooms with glass furniture as the highlight, one can create a stylish and practical environment for gathering and enjoying meals with family and friends.

Key Considerations and Tips

When it comes to glass dinner room tables, several key considerations and tips guarantee a graceful dining experience. First, adhere to proper sizing and spacing guidelines to secure that they fit congruently in your dining area. Attending to safety concerns is paramount, so take necessary precautions and choose shatterproof glass for added sturdiness. Sustain the pristine look of your glass table with regular cleaning tips and care routines to prevent scratches and stains.

Wood and glass dining tables

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For a well-rounded dining experience, pair your glass table with suitable tableware that augments its allure. Boost the overall aesthetic by decorating your glass table with flair, selecting classy focal points, and coordinating with your decorative concept.

Real-Life Applications

Practicality and style converge when blending glass dinner tables into diverse settings, catering to the unique needs of urban apartments, suburban homes, and progressive office or co-working setups. In urban apartments, glass tables maximize space and light, adding an air of sophistication to compact dining areas. These tables coherently integrate into modern city living, accentuating state-of-the-art decor. In suburban homes, glass tables create warm and chic dining areas. Their diversity effortlessly blends with different indoor styling, offering a perfect spot for family reunions and entertaining guests.

Extendable glass dining table

Moreover, glass furnishings are increasingly popular in new-age offices and co-working setups. They provide a professional yet trendy atmosphere, improving collaboration and productivity among workers.

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Addressing Common Misconceptions

Addressing common misconceptions surrounding glass dinner tables is crucial to fully appreciate their value in contemporary spaces. One of the primary misconceptions pertains to their fragility, but revolutionary manufacturing techniques utilize tempered glass, ensuring robustness and resistance to damage, and safe for everyday use. Additionally, there’s a perceived difficulty in styling glass tabletops, which can be easily overcome by exploring multiple decor options and matching them with the right accessories.

Small glass dining tables

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Furthermore, concerns about the durability and longevity of glass furniture are often unfounded, as proper preservation and care, such as using coasters and cleaning agents appropriate for glass surfaces, can extend their lifespan significantly.

Table Decor Ideas

Glass dining room tables epitomize the perfect combination of form and function, upgrading modern settings with their undeniable allure. Their suave and flexibility make them an excellent pick for trendy home decor, effortlessly matching different decor schemes.

Glass Dinner Table With Wood Rim And Cusioned Chairs

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Glass Dinner Table Gold Metal Base And Blue Cusioned Chairs

Glass Dinner Table With Clear Fiber Glass Base And Decorative Centerpiece

Glass Dinner Table With Clear Fiber Glass Support And Cusioned Chairs

Glass Dinner Table With Metal Base And Decorative Chairs

Finally

The recap underscores the benefits of glass furnishings, from their visual amplitude to easy upkeep, debunking misconceptions along the way. Embracing these polished and state-of-the-art design choices allows us to craft inviting and practical dining areas that inspire creativity and foster a sense of openness. The enduring quality of glass tables in interior layouts lies in their timeless beauty and ability to transform any space into a sophisticated and enthralling setting. Let us celebrate the enduring charm of glass dinner tables, a true centerpiece in modern living.

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Dream 2: That Snake and Lego

I had two dreams last night. Details are a little cloudly now that it’s been several hours but I’m going to write the short parts I remember from it anyways.

Snake rules the Boat 🐍🛥️

      The first dream had to do with living on a boat and having a very shifty, long, several meters long snake living with us. It was really long. Like think the snake from The Jungle Book but twice as thicc and more of a light pale-ish green and yellow. He could strangle me by the waist if he wished.

     So we obtained the snake from the previous owners because he ate the wife and I don’t know why we have it but because of that I was very wary of the snake and really did not know why my parents thought it was a good idea to go out to sea with a snake that murdered its previous owner because there really was no way to escape from that snake in the ocean. Yeah. I made breakfast and stuff and talked to some friends and generally lived out of the way of the snake. 

     On details of the boat, it’s blue, a fishermen’s boat, and there’s water in the kitchen that comes up to like half of your foot from the floor to your ankle. There’s also various random animals scattered across the boat like that one furry round brown muskrat-looking dude. And I think there might have been other small creatures too, but not rats, probably hamster or guinea pig of some sort.       Anyways, one day the snake got mad at me, idk why, maybe because I do want to kill it sometime, but I never told it that. So we’re there and I’m backing to the side of the boat trying to calm the angry snake down and next thing I know I’m wrestling with it and we fall off the boat. There’s a huge shark that appears almost immediately, a great white shark. I try to abandon the fight and get back on the boat. Snake is really good at swiming and gets back on the boat too.       The boat makes way back to shore and parks by some old dock next to a market and we’re just catching our breath and I guess the fight is over. Snake goes to the market and I’m annoyed at my parents for keeping the snake.

The Lego House (and People) 🧍🏠

The second dream is something about lego and slowly turning into machinery.  My family is out looking for a place to stay, maybe cuz we decided the boat and snake was a bad idea, but there was this set of houses that looked really nice and modern but also quite expensive. No idea how we would be able to afford that, but the lady advertising the house led us in and my brother and I explored the rooms while my parents got the sales pitch. 

It was probably part of some home owners association, except we were told it’s owned by LEGO, and it was pinkish outside with one part of the building just sloping downwards like a weird lego brick. ✨modern houses✨ya know?

So I’m inside going to different rooms and my brother tells me, “that’s your room, I’m taking the other one.” The room he was mentioning was the one right by the door, even before the kitchen and the living room. It was also by far the most ordinary one. The living room was strange. It was mostly empty, with round cusions on the floor one end, and there was a literal amusement park ride that started by one side of the room and went through a door sized archway into another room. Instead of the usual seats, the two-seater ride had plush sofa seats and round cushions. There was the usual single handlebar that you would pull down on your lap for safety though. 

It was strange but I continued on to another room, hearing my parents and the saleswoman come closer. By now I’m feeling a little strange. My movements seem to be... jerkier. I can see myself lifting my arms in an odd fashion, not clumsily but stiffly. My brother is excitedly looking around his new bedroom and I can’t really see much but a strange swing that resembles the ziplines they put in fancy park playgrounds, the flat round plastics attached to a rope. His appearance has changed and his eyes have grown much bigger and his body, plasticky yellowish. His arms are gone, he’s now like a yellow russian stacking doll without curves. His eyes now large googly eyes and he’s jumping around excitely but without bending motions, just like a bad rendering animation. I tell him that “hmm that’s cool” but also asked him if he feels like there’s anything off about the place. I tell him I feel like I’m moving stiffly and something is strange about the yellowy haze I’m feeling. His googly eyes narrow in a way I didn’t realize was possible and he tells me that no, I’m just jealous of his place that’s so cool and turns around to continue his playing.

I head to my parents to tell them about the strange vibes I feel about the place. They’re with the saleswoman and they’re scooching into the two-seater ride, inspecting the softness of the seats and my mom comments to my dad about the different ways we could possibly use it. They’re a little yellow too. I walk up to them and ask them if they’re sensing anything strange about the place and the saleswoman prattles on about how the machienery works and pulls the lever to get the ride to start. I don’t know what to think about it but I don’t know where the ride leads to because there’s no door to go see unless I get in a ride myself. I’m quite certain that my parents will not be human once they return from the ride but I don’t know how to tell them that and off they go.

I wake up from my alarm clock. Sorry, I didn’t end up seeing what transformation took place. Could have been fun. p.s. We’re not actually turning into legos, more like a bad knock off version. Without limbs.