#built in l shaped desk

[protestooucopa]

Home Office - Freestanding Inspiration for a large, modern, carpeted study room with beige walls and a freestanding desk

[httyd-mc-pl-twilight]

Built-In Home Office

[eternalthrills]

Home Office Freestanding in San Francisco Inspiration for a mid-sized modern freestanding desk study room remodel

[bonehead-forever]

Home Office Sydney Large transitional built-in desk medium tone wood floor study room photo with white walls

[sassafras-manson]

Seattle Home Office Built-In Idea for a study room with a large craftsman built-in desk, a carpeted floor, and white walls but no fireplace

[revolverthemes]

Built-In Home Office New York Example of a mid-sized trendy built-in desk medium tone wood floor study room design with beige walls and no fireplace

[catholicloveblog]

Built-In Home Office Calgary Remodeling ideas for a modern study room with a large built-in desk, light wood floors, and gray walls

[tajedler]

Built-In Home Office Inspiration for a small, modern built-in desk, a dark wood floor, and pink walls for the home office and library

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Interesting design. Instead of a 2 car garage, they made 2 single garages and put the house in the middle. The 1972 home in Lillington, NC has 5bds, 4ba, and was reduced $15.1K to #349,900.

The entrance hall is a little claustrophobic.

If you like built-ins, you'll love this house. As soon as you walk in the back door, there's a huge desk with shelving to the right. The living area is huge and gets tons of natural light.

There's the dining area with the kitchen off it.

Compact kitchen. It has a good work triangle setup.

The stone fireplace in the living room, seen from the huge family room. Look at the built-ins.

There's a dining area off of this room, with a built-in cabinet.

It also has access to the kitchen from another doorway.

All of the bedrooms have built-in desks. This one has shelving, also.

This one has just the desk.

This one has a large L-shaped desk.

Look at this original blue tile.

There's a large finished basement with a nice stone fireplace.

Plus a brick wall, and built-ins galore, including a sink.

There's a laundry room and shower down here, too.

Plus, an extra bedroom.

Interesting yard. The lot is .99 acre.

There's also a long paved cement area, too.

And, if you like college sports, the house is just across the street from Campbell University's playing fields.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/25-Howard-Ln-Lillington-NC-27546/71855143_zpid/?

[littlepinebed]

Little Pinebed: Trouble Sleeping

Sam quietly approached the closed door to Isaac's room. He sat down and crossed his legs. Leaning back against to door, he closed his eyes and focused. He imagined a hand larger than his body reaching down towards him. He imagined it scooping him up, fingers curling around him as he's gently held in a warm embrace.

      He knew he had successfully shrunk when he only felt his shoulders touching the door. He got on his belly and crawled through the gap under the door. A single light illuminated the room, which came from the laptop sitting on Isaac's desk, partially blocked by the looming silhouette of its owner. Looks like he's still studying. Sam concluded. Does he ever sleep?

     Sam began the trek towards his friend. He knew it would take a bit to reach Isaac at his ‘tiny height’ of eight centimeters tall, but it would allow him to reach his friend without being noticed and interrupting his class. As he got closer, he noticed how the light illuminated his face and made his dyed, red hair stand out like a glowing beacon in the darkness of the room.

      Halfway into the room Sam tripped, his body hitting the ground with a quiet thump. He quickly looked up, hoping the yelp that he made in surprise wasn't loud enough for his giant friend to notice. After a few, tense moments with no response, he stood up. Looking behind, he barely made out the vine that snaked down from a plant pot sitting against the wall. Isaac really needs to trim his plants.

     The rest of the trek went rather smoothly, and Sam was able to make it to Isaac's desk without being spotted. The L-shaped desk was positioned in the corner of the room. Sam followed the wall to the right until he reached the built-in ladder made out of half-punched staples between the wall and desk. The climb up was both shorter and easier than the walk there. Soon as he reached the top Sam ducked behind a stack of botany textbooks that usually sat on this side of the desk. Peeking out gave him a better view of the giant.

     Isaac leaned on his hand, hunched over his laptop. The light coming from the screen that illuminated his face was partially reflected in his glasses in a way that reminded Sam of a projector from his old school back when he was a kid. He could see the giant was looking at from this angle. A diagram of two plants Sam couldn't recognize. It pictured cutting off the tops of the plants and matching one plant's top with the other. The title read “Grafting and You: Getting the best of both plants.” Isaac scrolled down, showing a new picture of the plant fully grown, with what looked like a tomato plant above, with potatoes under the soil. Sam didn't know how much time had passed since he got to the top, but if he remembered the numbers right he must have been reading along for like… ten pages? It was enough for him to realize how cold he had gotten.

     At his small size, Sam got cold really easily. Even Will, who was naturally tiny, was surprised with how poorly Sam retained heat. I must have been cold for a while then… I hate how I can't notice I'm freezing to death half the time. He stood up, and waited for Isaac to turn to the left and reach for his drink. Sam knew he couldn't jump straight into the giant's hood, Isaac would feel him and they'd be caught, so they aimed for the back of his chair when they leaped, smacking into it with a quiet thump. Gripping the sides, Sam's body went rigid as he waited to see if Isaac had noticed. They made the mistake of looking down, remembering the fall they had when they first met Will, and the two swapped sizes. Sam had fallen off the kitchen counter then, leaving his whole back bruised for a few painful days. This was at least a foot higher than that drop.

     Hearing the music leaking through the giant's headphones, along with the distinct lack of a giant grabby hand, Sam crawled into their friend's hood. He was immediately met with  a pleasant warmth as he slid into the bottom of the pouch. He leaned into the source of the heat, the shape of the hood enabling him to curl up against the wall of fabric. This is Isaac's back… It was only a couple weeks since he first met Will, and discovered he could trade sizes with tiny people, and shrink himself to a specific size. He could still find wonder in how vast everyday objects could feel when he shifted. I mean, he fit in his friend's hoodie for crying out loud! It felt so strange, so magical, so right. He had never felt more himself than when he could fit in a person's hand. This feeling was only compounded with the fact that Will perfectly mirrored him in that way, being a tiny person who wanted to be ‘human-sized.’

     Sam gently swayed as the giant continued his study. Occasionally leaning into the chair, gently squishing Sam into his back. Tiny people were surprisingly durable in that way. It was difficult to hurt someone without actively trying, which made what Sam was doing only mildly risky. He could still get hurt if Isaac happened to move too quickly, or put too much weight on the little guy he didn't know was in his hood. Thinking on it, it was pretty risky. I'm too comfy now, though. Sam thought. What seemed like an hour passed until Sam felt a considerable amount of movement, and a booming voice sounded out.

     “Alright. I think that's enough for tonight.” Isaac declared before letting out a groan that sounded like a deep rumble to the tiny in his hood. Sam could make out giant's arms above him through the top of the hood as Isaac stretched, the simple action lifting him a few inches, along with the hood. They began to sway as Isaac made his way to his bed, almost collapsing onto it before Sam could react. They were thrown back before a heavy weight fell onto his chest and pinned him to the mattress. He gave out a loud yelp of pain in response.

    “Shit!” Isaac bolted upright, unknowingly tossing Sam around in his hood. Turning back, he didn't see anyone on the bed. “Sam? Will?” Sam could hear the urgency in his voice as Isaac quietly called out. “Where are you? Are you alright?”

“I'm in your hood.” Sam managed to call out. They felt the world shake again, along with the sound of a ziiip, as the giant slowly removed his hoodie and turned it around. Sam felt the hand before he saw it, as he's gently lifted out and brought to a billboard-sized face.

     “Are you alright?” Sam could feel the concern they saw on Isaac's face in that moment. They nodded, watching Isaac's face soften as he let out a large sigh of relief. “That's good, that's good." Isaac was still concerned. "I am so, so sorry I didn't notice you.”

Isaac dropped his hoodie off the side of his bed and laid down. He placed the tiny on his chest, and gently rested his hand on them. Sam immediately curled up, pressing his back against their friend's curled up fingers. It was silent for a few moments, and Sam was left listening to the ambient sound's that came from Isaac, that only the tiny friend on his chest could hear in the moment. He focused on the rhythmic beating of his heart, but also made out the gentle breathing that came from above him. The near-silence was eventually broken with a question.

     “Trouble sleeping?” Sam looked up towards Isaac's face, and nodded. “You could've asked me,” Isaac responded, “I would have let you sleep here.” His tone wasn't accusatory, but Sam looked away shyly and muttered, “Didn't want to bother you…” they braced for it, knowing how Isaac would respond.

“Sam,” They still winced. “You could never bother me.” Isaac's tone was a little more direct, but his gaze quickly softened as he continued, “You're family to me. You know that, right? I care about you, Sam.”  Sam nodded, and couldn't help but smile as well. “We're both tired, so we can talk about this more tomorrow if you'd like.” Sam nodded. “Goodnight, Sam.”

     The next morning, Sam found himself in a tangle of limbs. He opened his eyes to a familiar black hoodie, and glanced up at Will's sleeping face. They must have had trouble sleeping as well. Their arms were wrapped around Sam's chest, while both of their legs were tangled together. I don't know how I forget how clingy they are… Sam looked towards Isaac's face, and saw he was looking to the side, angling his phone away from the two tiny folk laying on his chest. Isaac glanced in his direction, and said a quiet “Good morning!” he smiled, causing Sam to do the same. “You two are really tangled,” He laughed under his breath. “Want me to wake them up for you?” Sam shook his head “No, thanks.”

     “Is that a no because you're good, or because you don't want to bother them?” …Sam looked away. Isaac seemed to think for a moment. “Alright. I gotta get up in an hour for work anyway, so you don't have to decide if you don't want to.” That was one of the things Sam liked that about Isaac. He doesn't force Sam to speak, or make a decision if they were having trouble, and was endlessly patient with them. Sam reached out to hug Will, who seemed to squeeze Sam a little tighter than before. Sam winced at the sudden pressure on his aching ribs, but the pain subsided as he pressed his head into their chest.

“Isaac…” Sam muttered, “I can't get back to sleep. Could you-” He already felt Isaac's thumb as it begin to gently rub his back. Sam was asleep the moment he closed his eyes, a smile on his face.

[dr-demi-bee]

Writing Interview Tag Game!

Thanks for the tag @lastlight-inn! 🥰

When did you start writing?

TBH, that's hard to pin down! I was drawing clumsy comics with story lines as early as 4th grade (so like 9 or 10ish?) - and I've always had a thing for telling stories. I don't think I started earnestly writing until maybe 12. But I know for sure I was writing in middle school, and was well and truly into it in high school. There was a brief once-upon-a-time I thought about going that way for a career (but I also considered being an artist or musician ha).

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

So, I find I often write a lot darker than I read. Broadly speaking, I read a lot of fantasy, sci-fi, and some non-fiction. But I write predominantly fantasy. I've dabbled in sci-fi, but I find it a lot harder (perhaps because I'm quite picky about science accuracy).

But thematically, I much prefer to read romances and lighter hearted drama. I think my writing might lean a bit darker than I typically consume (more focus on harsh/traumatic topics).

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

Ahhh this is so hard to answer. I've not had anyone really compare my work to others (at least not by name). I don't try to copy anyone's style, but I definitely am influenced by many.

If I have to pick some - Oliver Sacks, Tolkien, and GRRM.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Well! I have several!

My main office is in an open loft in the second floor of my house - past the railings are large picture windows that look out into my woods and let in a lot of natural light. I've got an L shaped desk stocked with supplies/notebooks/snacks. It looks like the kind of organized chaos one expects with ADHD.

On the left hand is an easel for painting/drawing, and on the right hand is my dual monitor set up (slightly lofted). My space is covered in cute knickknacks and things my husband has made for me. He's a wood worker, so there's lots of cute little things - including a little ghost and a miniature zen garden. I also have an owl skull and spine. My keyboard/mouse/mat and wrist pads are all space themed, as is the desktop (not that you can ever see it.) Beside my desk is my behemoth, very colorful PC tower I built myself (named Eureka).

I also have a yoga laptop that doubles as my writing on the go platform and drawing tablet (named Epiphany). I'll take it downstairs to write on my armchair, or into one of the bedrooms for some more quiet and soft surfaces. And I also take it with me on trips. Had a nice period on vacation at the beach where I got to write in a rocking chair on the porch looking out at the ocean. Ahh... (take me back :sob:)

Very occasionally I will write on my phone. But this is mostly just for notes and short form RP sort of writing.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

So aside from becoming obsessed with something (e.g. media or my own imagined world) usually I get my ideas via listening to music or taking a shower.

Or, inevitably, whenever I'm doing something else that doesn't give me time to write. I wrote several chapters of my novel while writing my dissertation... procrasti-writing.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

On the positive side: found family, loving through pain, helping each other to heal, platonic love.

On the less positive side: the effects of trauma, the way danger and stress hurts our bodies and our minds. Fighting through adversity and oppression. Chronic pain/conditions.

I'm not super surprised by either of these, really - they're all a big part my scientific life too. Before I left clinical practice I primarily helped individuals recover from trauma and addiction - and that involved a lot of working on finding self worth. My research was all devoted to studying stress and cognition - and I tried to pioneer new work on intrusive cognitions. I think this probably comes out heavily in my writing for fun, too.

What is your reason for writing?

Fun, mostly. Catharsis. And a bit of dissociating, I suppose. I've always just kind of had the urge to spew stories out into the world, even if it's just for me. I also write to connect with others.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

Ohhhh, any comment makes me incredibly happy. If someone says they like something specific I am over the moon. I'm especially thrilled to hear anyone connecting with or caring about my OC characters.

When another writer I really admire or respect gives me a comment or praise (like @alpydk or @sorceresssundries) my little heart feels ready to burst! Recently had the absolute delight of having friends read and react in real time to some of my work and gooood grief is that ever motivating. (@crimson-and-lavender and @lastlight-inn I'm looking at you lol)

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I want to be approachable and interesting as a person. I hope people want to read my work or even collab.

I want my writing to be novel, engaging, and exciting. I want to subvert their expectations, but also tell them a story that's approachable and will resonate with them.

Mostly I want my writing to make others feel (good).

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

The longer I've been writing things - honestly, I think it's patience. Being willing to change ideas, move them around, or even abandon them if need be. It took a long time to be okay with those things.

How do you feel about your own writing?

Oh, we have a love hate relationship. I know I can be a bit...verbose. But I also find my own writing pretty fun and interesting. I know I've done a pretty good job if I enjoy re-reading it.

Tagging some lovely mooots with affectionate no-pressure boops: @abysskeeper, @feedthepheasants, and an open tag for any other lovelies that want to!

[xxlea-nardoxx]

Let's take a look at the bedrooms + plus the au kids bedroom in the lair!

Please note that I took creative liberty when making the rooms. Plus, the app I made the rooms with doesn't really allow a shabby look, so it will probably look fancier than it actually is.

Let's start with Donnies bedroom!

As you can see I gave it a darker palette. There's two big bookshelves and an L-shaped desk for him to work at (beside the lab, lmao) and I added a few toy vehicles to show his love for cars. Imagine he has dozens of vehicle-posters on his walls.

Next in line is Raph!

I tried to take some inspo from the show, but added my own little twist to it. Still I kept the drums and just added some really random pictures. I seriously didn't know which kinda pictures to put, so they're a lil random.

And here we have Mikeys room!

As you can see it's the friendliest and brightest room, but also the messiest. I made sure to add a few toys and just throw random objects onto the floor. Again I took my own twist to it, but it's an AU after all, so no surprise there. xD

Leos room was probably the hardest to decorate. Despite the books I wasn't really sure what else to put, since there weren't any fitting objects that screamed "Leo" at me. Just imagine lots of Space Heroes stuff, I suppose??

And last but not least: the au kids' bedroom!

And yes, your eyes aren't deceiving you: This is Splinters old room. About a year after initially meeting the kids, the Turtles decided to give the room of their late father to the kids. Each of them has their own bed (all built by Donnie truly) and was able to decorate it however they wanted.

The kiddos cherish this room dearly, knowing it probably wasn't easy for the Turtles to just give it up like that. :>

[laughingogre]

The Recluse and The Huntsman

Chapter 1: Open Season

Hey y’all, thanks for the love on this already. I’ll have an AO3 account soon so the formatting will get better but bear with me for now. I’m incorporating certain parts of the comics version of Miguel’s powers and the city, so it’s more dystopian cyberpunk and he doesn’t have a spidey-sense.

Premise: Miguel has always felt like an outcast in spider society because of the way he got his powers. But after meeting Saanvi, he’s never felt more proud to be one-of-a-kind.

Pairings+Tropes: OC x Miguel O’Hara, anti-hero x hero, enemies to rivals (it’s complicated) to lovers

Warnings: violence, depictions of alcohol and drug use, adult language, and the objectification of an unconscious Miguel

Here’s the playlist for this story. Songs 3-5 fit this chapter.

Sunlight poking through the blackout curtains of the studio woke Saanvi up gently. The involuntary stretch and yawn felt like heaven after a night asleep at the large L-shaped desk. She pushed the chair back and stood up, noticing the soft blinking notification lights on the idle holo-screen and her cellphone. In a fluid motion she pushed in the chair and grabbed the phone, scrolling down the notification board while making her way through the loft towards the kitchen.

🔘 Jai Drago (3) WHAT ABOUT THE SAMPLES…

🔘 Nekyo (1) What’s in it for me?

🔘 Rordan Hilt (5) I can try to get you some…

🔘 Guavin (1) Sure, but only if you get me…

A smirk played on her lips as she pulled the fridge open with one hand and jammed the phone in a pocket with the other. After breakfast, she called her team to set up a meeting.

***

“So, what are we getting dragged into now?” Nekyo probed the group sarcastically. Chuckles resounded in different voices as they all got more comfortable.

The five of them were all gathered in the basement of Drago’s workshop. They sat around a table with a built in holodex that Saanvi had projecting her research notes.

“I’m going to personally investigate Spider-Man and you’re all going to help me. You know I’ll make it worth your while.” Saanvi smirked.

“When you say investigate… what do you mean exactly?” Drago chimed in, not wanting to lose his best customer.

“I’m going to figure out what kind of beast he is, and then figure out a way to stop him.” Saanvi didn’t want to explicitly tell them that she wanted him dead, that would reveal her fear too much.

“Isn’t he just some buff freak who has a lot of tech? I mean his webbing is neon…” Guavin trailed off to stuff some chips in his mouth, letting crunching sounds finish his sentence.

“I thought that too, until I was in the same room as him during that data pirate job. He’s… like me… but man-made.” Saanvi struggled to choke down the cocktail of disgust and fear that stirred in her as she said that. The only people who knew exactly what she was were sitting in the room with her. Saanvi was from a race of spider demons. They could take human forms, lived well beyond centuries, and spoke what was now a dead language, thanks to Thanos. As a brown recluse, her kind never had large numbers due to their behavior. She was an even more rare creature in the universe now since the destruction of her home world.

“How could you tell?” Guavin grumbled through a mouthful. “I thought it was all a gimmick.”

“Instinct. He reeks like a huntsman and has the size of one, but we all know it’s not possible he was born that way. Someone made him like that, and what if they make more?” Saanvi’s question threw electricity into the air, as if forcing all their minds to imagine an army of those self-righteous pests in the city.

“Okay so what? You’re going to stalk him and then…?” Nekyo piped up. She was already wavering on her interest in this, and Saanvi wasn’t close to convincing her to lending a hand.

“No, I’m not going to stalk him,” Saanvi rolled her eyes hard before cutting them at Nekyo. “I’m going to get close to him, find out who and what gave him those abilities and then…” She searched for the right words. “Get rid of the source and deprive him of them. At the least, he’ll be completely out of our way so we can have our way in the future.”

Now everyone was listening with real interest. A city without Spider-Man’s morality keeping trash alive was a city to smile about. They’d be able to take out their competition and deal with the psychos that terrorize their home permanently. A sigh came from Nekyo that let Saanvi know she would cooperate.

“What’s the plan then?” Rordan finally said something. Always soft spoken, his question finalized the discussion’s move from “convince the group” to “create a play”.

“I can’t see how you’d get him to come out of hiding without making yourself an enemy.”

“It’s easy… I’m going to use his nature against him. When I sensed him, I took to hiding in the vents. I was able to watch him for a bit—he had no idea I was there.”

“He doesn’t have any spider senses?” Saanvi shook her head and Rordan made a note of that, mind immediately running to ways of exploiting it. “We can definitely work around that.”

Their meeting went on for another two hours until their game plan was finalized.

***

Nekyo had cashed in a few favors to get the intel that led to their setup a few weeks later. She found out there was a group of anti-Spider-Man enthusiasts who were planning to use hostages as bait to lure him out and kill him. They made sure that Saanvi would be among those hostages tonight.

In the city’s most prestigious museum there was a gala being held for charity. No doubt those funds were just being recycled back into the rich pockets they came from but that wasn’t uncommon. Saanvi had an invitation and came dressed to the nines. A black form fitting gown that skirted the floor showed off her toned hourglass figure. Matching black heels with a silver ankle strap complimented her jewelry. Her long, dark hair was curled and worn in an elegant updo. As she made her way through the lobby she surveyed the room, noting exits and taking stock of the guests. A familiar voice spoke to her through a nearly-invisible earpiece.

“Their plan should kick off in an hour, feel free to enjoy yourself until then.” Rordan playfully suggested, noting the fact that on his feed from the contacts she was wearing a tall, black haired woman hadn’t left Saanvi’s field of vision. “Try talking to her instead of just staring.” His comment made her face burn, and she took a glass of champagne off a tray held by a nearby waiter. Waiting around in big crowds was never her strong suit. She felt naked without her usual mission gear—she hadn’t done anything like this in over eight years.

The hour passed uneventfully, conversations with the extremely wealthy weren’t interesting at all. However the energy shifted immediately as the opening speaker’s speech took a dark turn announcing that everyone in the museum was now a hostage and how they’d been given poison via the champagne.

How cliche… Saanvi thought, taking another sip of her third glass of champagne. Her resistance to poison making this reveal a non-event. Soon enough, she could hear far-off sirens coming towards the front of the building. First the cops, then the spider… She opened her clutch to look for the weapon that Rordan and Drago had devised for this night. Using an isolate compound from her venom, they devised a perfume that would make their target immobile and a sickness would follow. All she had to do was wait for him to take out the group before spraying herself with it and then haul him off as soon the commotion granted her enough cover.

Everything happened so quickly. Saanvi’s spine tingled with the awareness that her quarry was near. Once he appeared he made quick work of his attackers. His combat abilities were actually impressive to her. As his fight came to a close and cops and emergency responders flooded the scene, she saw her opportunity and gave herself three sprays of the perfume before putting on her best performance of a terrified socialite. She threw herself into him, screaming with fake tears in her eyes.

“You have to get me out of here! I’ve been poisoned! They laced the champagne!” Her hands thumped against his well-muscled chest as dramatically as possible. She watched his mask contort in shock and then turn serious.

“Ma’am please calm down! The EMTs are aware of the situation and they will help you, they already started pumping a neutralizer into the air.” His voice was stern and deep, she noticed a Spanish accent as well. He was grabbing at her wrists and missing each time, his reflexes already affected by the perfume wafting off her chest.

“No you don’t understand! It’s not enough!” Saanvi’s theatrics had her ear piece erupting in giggles from both Rordan and Drago now. She watched as her quarry started to sway on his feet and that was her signal. In a swift motion she pushed him through a set of doors that led to a closed off gallery where they were alone. His body stiffed and he tried to speak but no noise came. The world swirled around him and the floor came up to meet him. Standing over him, sure he was down for the count, she finally spoke to the two men privy to her sight. “Time for extraction. Send a nice car, please.” She removed the contact lens that was streaming her vision and took a long look at the man on the ground beneath her. His body was certainly a marvel, every muscle pushed past normal human standards. He might as well have been made from spun steel, or sculpted from marble. Even unconscious he had a menacing effect on her, like he was made to be aggressively intimidating. His waist was almost impossibly small compared to the broadness of his shoulders. Instinctively she knelt down and reached out to gently touch his face. The mask buzzed to the touch, as if it was full of electricity. She could feel the prominence of his cheekbones and began imagining what he might look like. The arrival of her extraction vehicle shook the images from her mind. She picked him up and threw him over her shoulder, making her way to the car.

“Talk about role reversal,” Guavin snorted a laugh as he watched Saanvi lay the hulking figure down in the back seat. “Where are we dropping him?”

“My place. I’ll take it from there.”

[littlemissizzy05]

All the things we left unsaid

Finally after 2 months, chapter 5 is out!!!

Fair warning there are some depressive behaviour and thoughts in this chapter.

Here's a snippet of the new chapter:

Namjoon's apartment was spacious and modern. That was her first thought as she stood in the small passage that lead her into the open plan; the big, flatscreen TV mounted on the wall catching her attention next. She noticed the kitchen to her right as she stepped further into the apartment.

There were two stools placed behind the kitchen island, and her eyes tracked the space from the stools to the lounge, where the big TV was mounted. The L-shaped couches in the lounge looked well-loved with a dark coffee table tying the room together. There was a space between the couches and the back wall (which had some artwork on it) and if one walked through that space, they could get to the balcony which provided a stunning view of the city.

She only had a moment to take in the apartment before Namjoon was ushering her passed the kitchen, turned her right, and then lead her into the corridor. To her left were two doors and to her right was one.

Namjoon opened the door to the first room on the left side before looking back at her. She noticed a flicker of hesitancy flutter across his eyes but it was gone before she could ponder too long on his expression. He offered her a polite smile - or she thought he did since he had a mask on, she could see his eyes crinkle though - and told her to step through the room first. 

The room itself was on the bigger side, though she wouldn't describe it as being ridiculously huge like one might see in the movies. The bed was centred against the far wall, there were built-in cupboards on her left and there was a desk placed near the front right corner of the room with a desktop set up and a few trinkets scattered about the surface. 

"This is the guest bedroom. I normally just use the desk in the room for work and gaming when no one is staying over," Namjoon explained. She saw him take a quick glance at her in her periphery. "The bathroom across the hall is all yours to use since I have my own ensuite in my bedroom." 

Finally, she turned to him and gave him a tight smile.

"Thank you for opening up your home to me," she said. "I know this is a strange situation."

"You don't have to thank me. The situation is strange; that's why I offered to let you stay with me," he said, rubbing the back of his head

They fell into an awkward silence for a moment. She averted her gaze to the bed. Namjoon seemed to follow her line of sight because he spoke up again as he took a step back.

"Right, I should let you get acquainted with the room. I'll come in later with some food and masks for you to use when you want to use the bathroom." He took more backward steps to the door. "Remember the quarantine is only two weeks."

Two weeks... If she could survive lockdown, then she could survive two weeks of quarantine in a stranger's home. That's right, Namjoon was a stranger. She may have been familiar with Rap Monster, the famous K-Pop idol, but she knew next to nothing about the man that she had agreed to share an apartment with. But he had kindly offered up his home to her, surely he wasn't a bad person. Then again, you could never be too sure.

Just before he walked out of the room, as if sensing her unease, Namjoon stopped and said one last thing.

"There's a key here for you to lock the room whenever you want," he said, pulling the door forward to show her that there really was a key there.

She offered him one last tight-lipped smile before he closed the door, and let out a long sigh once he was gone. She ran a hand through her hair as she looked around the room once more. It was so empty; bare of anything that showed signs of life. Well, except for the desk but that was Namjoon's so it didn't feel right to go near it. She turned back to the door and took a few steps forward so she could lock the door.

She just had to get through these two weeks. Hopefully by then she would've figured out a way to get back home.

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Maximizing Space and Style: A Look into Budget L-Shape Executive Desks with Storage

Are you searching for the perfect L-shape executive desk that combines functionality, style, and affordability? Look no further! In this article, we'll dive into the world of desk materials and guide you through choosing the right one for your office.

When it comes to setting up your workspace, selecting the right desk material is crucial. Let's explore the pros and cons of different materials commonly used for L-shape executive desks:

Wood:

Pros: Durable, classic look, various finishes available.

Cons: Can be heavy, prone to scratches if not properly maintained.

Metal:

Pros: Sleek and modern, lightweight, durable.

Cons: Limited finishes, may show scratches more prominently.

Glass:

Pros: Contemporary and stylish, easy to clean, reflects light.

Cons: Prone to fingerprints and smudges, may require more maintenance.

Laminate:

Pros: Budget-friendly, durable, easy to clean.

Cons: Limited finishes, may not have the same aesthetic appeal as wood or glass.

Now, let's focus on budget-friendly L-shape executive desks with storage. These desks offer the perfect combination of functionality and affordability, making them ideal for small businesses, home offices, or anyone on a budget.

The key advantage of opting for a budget L-shape executive desk with storage is its affordability without compromising on quality. You can find options with built-in storage such as drawers, shelves, and cabinets, keeping your workspace organized and clutter-free.

Consider factors like desk dimensions, materials, and additional features such as cable management systems or adjustable height options when shopping for a budget-friendly L-shape executive desk with storage. These features can enhance your overall workspace experience and ensure the desk meets all your functional needs.

In conclusion, choosing the right material for your L-shape executive desk is essential for creating a productive and stylish workspace. Whether you prefer the classic look of wood, the modern appeal of metal, the sleekness of glass, or the practicality of laminate, there's a budget-friendly option available to suit your needs and preferences.

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Heads Up, Seven Up Tag Game!

Thanks to @multiversal-madness for tagging me.

Rules: Post the last seven lines of your WIP, and then tag no more than seven people to continue.

There’s two workbenches pushed together in an L-shape, with a stool that Kamila presumably drags around when she needs it. There’s a miniature bandsaw, a belt sander, and a soldering iron on one of the workbenches. The other is largely empty save for an anvil. Both of them have a couple built-in vices. There’s also a welding station facing away from Alma’s desk, with heat shields all around it. The welder sitting on top of it is of decent quality, and the mask sitting beside it will protect Kamila’s eyes. “That’s pretty much it,” she says. “Do you want me to make something for you?”

started a new Ghost Trick WIP after I hit a plot wall

Tagging: @magicwhiskers29 @courtrecord @snapdraqons @tiredfloridianbutverygay and anyone else who wants to!