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[ourfag]

HI AS A VENOM ENJOYER. I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW MORE ABOUT TANGO PLEASE

hehehehehehehe

this one is actually p close to canonverse its still 1717 and ed is still blackbeard but there is some kind of blue pudding on the loose

blue pudding is SO fascinated by humans and loves exploring their fabrics and their music and their languages and their foods and among its own kind its earnest gentleness makes it a bit of an outcast

blue pudding enters ed with intent to eat his brain but then notices there’s a gut wound that ed seems upset about so he heals that up instead and says hello and ed’s life suddenly becomes orders of magnitude less boring

there is one difficult conversation they have where blue pudding asks how long it takes for a person’s brain to regrow and ed tells him actually that doesnt happen and blue pudding is like “so there are just people walking around out there without brains? weird!” and ed is like no there arent and blue pudding is like “there are and i know this because im the one whos been eating their brains” and ed is like oh. those people are um. those people are dead you killed those people. and blue pudding is Distraught :( (ed can sympathize)

i havent decided how they arrive at the name “stede” but i do know he makes the active decision to mirror ed’s gender so their genders can be twinsies

their version of “suiting up” is a little more variable than in superhero comics. stede tends to leave parts of ed uncovered unless there’s an immediate danger to them. one of their favorite collaborative forms is when stede gives ed a mermaid tail. when they’re on land stede becoming clothes is pretty common bc he likes to be stylish. he also goes out of his way to cover himself in patterns/textures. the only time he is Smooth Goo instead of Goo With Damask Pattern or something is when he’s in a hurry or very upset

[veritas-scribblings]

grey - @bartylusmicrofic - words: 840

Regulus carefully steps his way across the lawn. Over the years, with the lack of maintenance, Riddle House has fallen into a state of disrepair. The weather and the elements have eaten away at the window shutters. Loose, broken tiles, which have fallen from the roof, have been stacked neatly along the outside of the house. Ivy continues to grow unchecked up all facades, threatening to swallow the manor house entirely. There’s something unnerving about the stark contrast between how well-kept the grounds are compared to how dilapidated the house is.

‘The groundskeeper still lives here,’ Evan explains, casting his torch light low so they can creep up the drive and towards the front door. ‘But he never goes inside, so we should be fine.’

The front door opens easily and Evan leads them inside. The entrance hall is grand, though it is blanketed in dust and spiderwebs, which trail upwards to the rusted, dirty chandelier.

‘Apparently,’ explains Evan, shining his torch around the room, ‘Lord Riddle’s son ran away with some local girl, Merope Gaunt, but then had an affair and abandoned her while she was with child. So her brother came to the manor in the dead of the night and butchered the entire family for the offence. Right carved them up. They say the house is haunted. Violent, sudden deaths normally lead to hauntings.’

‘And we’re here because you’re hoping to find the dead bodies?’ Barty asks sceptically. ‘I hate to break it to you, but we’re not going to be smuggling dead bodies out in your backpack.’

Regulus rolls his eyes, trailing after Evan who takes them through what looks like a sitting room. The wallpaper is peeling. There’s graffiti on the walls. Piles of books scattered on the floor. They’re here twenty, maybe thirty years too late if Evan’s looking for fun artefacts.

‘No one’s smuggling any dead bodies out,’ Regulus snaps. ‘They were cleaned up by the police, dumbass. Do you really think they just left them laying about?’

‘Not dead bodies,’ Evan says with a shrug, peering at a photo frame that lays on the rug in the middle of the room. The glass is shattered and the picture is so faded and dusty that Regulus can’t make who is in it. ‘Maybe ghosts. I wouldn’t mind seeing a ghost. For, you know, educational purposes..’

‘Evan’s talking about ghosts!’ Barty frowns and asks, sulkily, ‘Why am I a dumbass, but Evan isn’t?’

‘Because he loves me more,’ Evan snickers. He leads them through a winding pathway of abandoned rooms, evidently searching for something.

‘He does not! Tell him, Reg.’ Barty must pull a face behind Regulus, because Evan cackles again. ‘Yeah, well, Reg has sex with me, so obviously he loves me most.’

‘That’s your determinant for love? Who Regulus has sex with?’ Evan turns around slightly to give Barty a pitying look. And then, a little more playfully menacing, ‘Hey, Reg, how would you fancy a quick shag in a haunted house? We can traumatise the ghosts.’

‘Absolutely not!’ Barty throws his arms around Regulus from behind, pulling Regulus backwards into a fierce, possessive embrace. He rests a cheek against the top of Regulus’s head, using his free hand to flip Evan off. ‘Mine, bitch.’

Barty tugs Regulus back even more, pivots slightly so he can kiss Regulus. It’s a firm, aggressive kiss that’s a little bit teeth. Regulus does have half a mind to struggle and pull away just to see how Barty will react. Because Evan, Regulus knows, is baiting Barty for the fun of it, and Barty will never not get territorial where Regulus is involved. There’s something so very endearing about it that Regulus can’t help but humour Barty.

‘And for the record, Barty,’ Evan says, scoffing and walking off, ‘I will not be standing guard while you and Reg shag for revenge in Lady Riddle’s bedroom, or whatever idea you’re currently entertaining.’

‘Aw.’ Barty pouts a little, looking down at Regulus pitifully. ‘You wouldn’t, would you?’ he asks, because Barty is your proverbial only child who has never learnt to share.

‘I’m not having sex with either of you in a haunted house,’ Regulus retorts, following Evan to what he presumes will be the drawing room where the Riddles were ‘carved up’. ‘It’s disgusting in here. We’d be liable to catch a disease.’

They come to a stop, approaching the drawing room, when there’s a thunk in the distance. It’s a slightly metallic sound, like someone whacking the ground with something heavy.

thunk. thunk.

Evan, the absolute freak, looks excited, whirling around towards the direction of the sound.

‘Groundskeeper?’ Regulus mouths silently as Barty sidles up beside him so he can drape an arm around his shoulders. In what Regulus assumes Barty thinks is a ‘protective’ sort of way.

Evan shrugs. Shining his torch ahead of him, he takes a few steps forwards. Because obviously he has never seen a horror movie in his life: you never follow the sound, you never seek it out.

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[clochanamarch]

she's begun to accept cause and effect is a load of shit. no offence to those who keep believing in it. but she can't sit here and tell you, with a straight face, that the naturally obvious cause ( her working extra hours just to make life a little more comfortable in LA ) is related to the naturally obvious effect ( her unfurling a cashmere blanket over a shag rug in a seventies-style hotel room while caleb frowns at her from the gigantic circular bed behind her ). it makes no sense. it's fine that it's happening, she's honestly thrilled that it is, but don't expect her to comprehend the logic that doesn't exist here.

she's just throwing down a couple of cushions when @cagedchoices speaks up, frown fading for a matter-of-fact chuckle that might just be the first time she's seen him smile this week.

i'm not letting you sleep on the floor.

" ah, you're no fun. " she waves a hand dismissively. then reconsiders. her bed is a thin fluffy rug on polished hardwood floorboards with a see-through blanket and cushions that hold more dust than feathers. the sofa makes a pile of rocks feel like a goose-down bed. the bed, however, is one of the cosiest things in the country. a fond regular was all too happy to let her spend the night; a happiness she feels would be diminished if they knew she was sharing the night with another. it'd be selfish, really, not to make the most of it.

" okay. you want the blanket? " she's already moving away from her terrible makeshift bed to the cloud beside him, peeling back the burgundy covers. " back home, twenty degrees is considered a heatwave. this mid-thirties craic is killing me! never expected to complain about a life in america, but... well, at least it's exciting. and i have good company! "

[pebblysand]

for @nosebleedclub october prompt #11 - "lawyer's office". i did write this yesterday, just horribly later posting ^^. .

lawyer’s office

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They fill up the room that morning, the way young people always do. Hands shoved deep inside the pockets of washed out, baggy jeans, long torsos awkwardly hunched forwards, cotton jumpers with uneven strings peeking out at the base of their sternums and hoods thrown back like inverted necklaces around their shoulders. T-shirts with large logos and GAA colours. There is a pile of crumpled bank notes tossed against the scratched, ageing mahogany desk in front of them, hazardously left to die between the three-inch-thick Sweeney file and a copy of last year’s edition of Blackstone’s Civil Practice. They have emptied the full contents of their wallets, including the packaged condom one of them hastily hid back within the folds, a loud cough turning his cheeks red like a sleety, winter day.

‘That enough?’ Liam finally dares to ask. ‘We counted it up, should be about 120 -’

They can sit down, start at the beginning. The money will be a problem for later.

‘Well, it’s our landlord,’ another boy starts. He is short and broad, the nose of a boxer. 

‘Yeah, he’s a cunt -’

‘Ah, stop -’

‘Alright, yeah. I’m just saying. So.’

It’s a house-share. Cabra, up in Dublin 7, six people crammed into the old bones of a brick-layered former two-up-two-down. There is an ageing extension, one that’s falling apart, and the foxes eat the mice in the back garden at night. ‘Now, your man, right? The one on the second? Well, he broke the floor of his ensuite shower, we’re not sure how, but -’

‘Probably shagging that girl who’s been - you know the one with the -’ another bearded one interrupts, miming large half-circles over his chest -

Liam shoots him a look. This is not the right place. In the silence that follows, he takes over from Shorty - his voice is softer and more cautious. Embarrassed to be here, almost. ‘Well, anyway. He’s not paying his end of the rent, so our landlord won’t fix it. Until he pays, right? But then every time he showers - well. It, like, proper rains in our sitting room, so -’ He smiles a little, shy. There is a moment of collective contemplation at the difficulty of this conundrum, at the relative guilt of consulting a lawyer behind the other one’s back, too. There’s probably a reason he’s not paying rent. Liam further adds that he tried to talk to their landlord, threatened him with going to the PRTB, but got laughed at in response. ‘Said he’d kick us out to do the renovation works. Fix the shower, then find twenty Brazilians willing to sleep on bunk beds and fill up the place, €500 a head, you know? So, I suppose we were wondering if -’

The young lad eyes the money again, nodding at it like it’ll respond. When he looks up, his gaze is pleading. ‘Anyway, we were hoping you could, you know, write a letter or something?’

A law degree is the right to use big words on expensive stationery. 

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Liam’s been here before, of course. He is familiar with the décor, the exhausted shelves that line the walls, the yellow glow of a banker’s lamp on winter afternoons, when the sky is too dark outside and the rain lashes against the windows. There is a faux-persian rug that frames the centre of the office and the lawyer replaced it once, back in the day. Perhaps, because of the old English setter that used to sleep in the corner and scratched it, and scratched it, and probably peed on it too many times. Perhaps, because of the dark stains that cups of tea and coffee had made over the years, or because of the vomit of a baby. This isn’t the kind of general practice that facilitates yearly visits by tracking heights or flu shots, but it is still the kind of general practice that watches people grow. Decades apart sometimes, the space in which they all happily go on to live their lives, but Liam’s crawled on the floorboards during appointments before, and as a teenager, he played on his tablet with his headphones blasting in the waiting room, dragged by parents who were worried sick, and often didn’t know what else to do with him.  

The first time he attends, he isn’t even born yet. Playing football against her ribs under the soft curve of a rounding belly - she is a beautiful young woman, Louise. The brightest, kindest of blue eyes - pale skin and warm freckles on her skin, long blond hair that is definitely bleached but sure, you can’t have everything. She works as a secretary in an office - it is the early 2000s so probably pharma or tech or something - they don’t call her a secretary, she says, but an assistant. Her mother likes it. ‘Not that it’s any different,’ she corrects, polite and a bit shy, her fingers crossing over her stomach. She is small and thin, a stark contrast with the baby she carries. ‘It pays well, right?’

She wants it to stop, though. Wants to know if they can sack her if she says something to HR. ‘The other girls won’t talk,’ she adds, rolling her eyes. ‘I mean he’s doing it to all of us. It’s not just me.’ There were the comments and the jokes and the ‘accidental’ gropes - he even tried to force himself on her in his office once, kissed her and shoved his fingers inside her pants. She was too scared to do anything - thank God his boss knocked, interrupted, she caveats again, shaking her head quickly at the memory. Since then, she’s managed to avoid him. ‘He won’t look at me now, anyway,’ she shrugs, smiling and caressing her belly again. ‘Not with the baby.’ 

She wants to make sure she’s protected. It’s what her friend told her, that they couldn’t let her go until she’s back from mat leave. ‘He won’t even have us close the office on our own, says there needs to be a man present at all times to supervise, that we’re not capable.’ Louise bats her eyelashes quickly and blows her nose into a tissue. ‘Oh, you’re very kind. I don’t think there’s a need to go to the guards for that, honestly.’ Her mouth forms a laugh but no sound comes out. It may very well be a criminal offence, but getting the police involved? It’s not like her, and they have much more important things to deal with, surely. He’s just an arsehole. ‘I suppose I don’t want it to start up again when I’m back though,’ she sighs. ‘And, for the others, you know?’ 

She answers questions carefully, dutifully. She has the facts down and has made note of the dates and of the emails, and yes, she thinks there may be CCTV in the corridors, at least. She doesn’t know what the retention period is. And, no, she has not told her husband about this. ‘He’d just be raging. Can it stay between us, please?’

She has a charming smile, Louise. And a law degree, sometimes, pays for the welcome sound of silence rather than that of the advice.

.

He is injured when she reappears, a few years later. It is 2004 or 2005, by then, and he is hoisting himself up the stairs on crutches out on Merrion Square. She is holding the door open, politely shaking hands, and yes, she is still working at that same job, she confirms, chit-chatting as he labours up. This isn’t the right time or the right place to ask what happened with HR and it turns out that a lawyer’s office is rarely one of finished stories. Moments in life are stacked like bricks, like files on shelves, and the spines list client numbers rather than names, themselves always a secret. 

She is crying proper, this time around. Was so scared when the hospital called. Their son, Liam, is crawling on the floor now, bright red hair and freckles - four-years-old and vroom-vroom-cars-I’ve-a-blue-one-and-a-yellow-one-did-you-see-that? He pets the dog, slow and gentle - Charlie’s an old man, you know? Darren almost died, Louise explains. She speaks low and covers her mouth, constantly throwing looks back at the floor behind her shoulder, trying to convince herself that her son isn’t listening to them. Darren, on the other hand, is silent and mellow. He looks down, uncomfortable on the faux-leather upholstery of the chairs that face the desk. His legs extend, then retract - once, twice. He massages his knee. He does construction, he explains in a grunt. A wall fell on top of him. He’s fine. ‘Stop it,’ Louise snaps. The doctors weren’t even sure he’d walk.

They’re saying it’s his fault, now, though. The company. They’re saying he wasn’t wearing the proper equipment. ‘No one does. It’s a joke,’ he groans. They just don’t want to pay. 

There are norms specific to personal injury in those types of circumstances, apparently. A question to answer as to the burden of proof, too. Do they even have proof? And: do they have to prove Darren wasn’t wearing the equipment, or does he have to prove that he was? It’s probably lost somewhere within endless volumes of workers’ regulations. In terms of public policy, it’s hopefully the former. It would make sense. That could be looked up. 

‘Well, we don’t want to burden you too much,’ Louise smiles, sniffling. She is holding her husband’s hand like a lifeline and he is stiff in his posture. They don’t have the money to be too much of a burden, it turns out. They were doing so well, so much better than the generation before theirs. The boom of the Celtic Tiger years and a delusional belief in trickle-down economics - they had a nice house and a baby, and they were thinking of having a second, eventually. ‘I’m obviously still working,’ she adds, now, swallowing, ‘but Darren’s on benefits and with the mortgage…’

It’ll be okay. Something will be arranged. The trainee can have a look. If there’s something, a no-win-no-fee route is always a possibility. It is a route that will not be preferred by the short, balding man who comes in once a month to grumble at the office books and pick up VAT receipts, but maybe that man was just born sad, who knows? The conveyancing side pays well, people down in Sandymount have too much money on their hands. Darren agrees. When he’s better, he’ll come back to incorporate his own business, maybe. He leaves smiling. She nods and sighs at the same time. 

Go on, look after yourself, yeah? A law degree isn’t a medical one. 

.

There was some money in the settlement. Not much but it covered the bills and the physio appointments, and Darren was able to pour the rest into the launch of Roddy’s Construction Ltd the moment the painkillers allowed him to stand up straight again. They couldn’t eternally survive on Louise’s salary and it gave him something to do other than sit on the couch, drinking cans and wallowing. They were happy for a bit, until 2008 rolled its ugly head around, that is. The equity became negative on everybody’s lips and within two years, Roddy’s Construction Ltd was forced out of existence. It was 2011 and their child was ten and in the lawyer’s office again, the clerk passed around an old Game Boy for him to wait. Louise’s tears were now dry as she signed the papers on the desk with a tight smile. ‘Well, I suppose at least this will allow us to keep the house a bit longer, right?’

Her mother died. Breast cancer, it turns out. There was €43,752 in the estate, which her brother in America is graciously letting her have in full. ‘He’s, er -’ Louise presses her lips together. Has aged a little, soft lines on her forehead and her hair cut to her shoulders. ‘They don’t need it,’ she states. ‘He and Lauren, they’ve - they’ve done quite well for themselves. Even with the crisis, it’s -’ She shakes her head again. There is a hint of irony and something else in her voice when she suggests: ‘Maybe I should have gone to America, do you think?’

Darren isn’t with her today. He didn’t believe it was necessary for him to attend anything past the funeral, and even that, he probably only attended because the notice on RIP.ie announced there would be a gathering at the pub afterwards. He has lots of friends there. The owner, in chief, maybe because her husband keeps the business running. Holds the walls with his presence, like a pillar on the stools at the bar. No, she’s being mean. He’s tried to take on a few odd jobs in a meat-packing factory near his parents’ in Drogheda a few months back. But: his knees are killing him and Louise says she feels guilty sometimes, with her functioning limbs and all the things she can’t understand; he is frying his brain cells with weed to make it stop. Maybe, oops, she shouldn’t have told the lawyer that. ‘I dunno how he pays for it,’ she lets out. ‘It is what it is, you know? Thanks, anyway. For the will and everything, I mean.’

She grabs her son’s Cars backpack off the floor by the entrance and they get a move on. With another tired smile, she closes the door behind her. 

A law degree is the sigh that follows. 

.

Liam is fourteen, now. They’ve left him outside again, though for once, this is ostensibly about him. Perhaps, he should be here. ‘You’ll talk to him, right?’ Louise pleads. ‘Please -’

‘What the fuck will the lawyer talk to him about?’ There is the voice of outrage in Darren again, his arms thrown up in the air. ‘I’m the one who should be giving him a fucking lecture, I’m his father -’

‘Yeah, and where the fuck were you? Countless times I tried to ring you -’

She was the one who had to get the bus to pick Liam up from the Garda station, last night. Their little baby boy. Got caught trying to nick a bunch of Canada Goose puffer jackets off a shop - the two older kids he was with were held up for the night. Liam being younger, though, and it being the first time - the guards weren’t stupid, for once. They called his parents rather than a judge, and -

‘I was fucking busy.’ Darren is defending himself. The best defence is always attack, that’s what they say anyway. ‘And, it’s you - you’re too kind to him. Always buying him shite he can’t pay for -’

‘He’s in school. He’s fourteen -’

‘Well, I worked when I was fourteen -’

‘Well, you certainly don’t work now -’

She is being unfair, he claims. He and his friend Darragh are opening up a new car repair shop down in Rialto. She easily clocks off at six from her cosy corporate gig every day, but he has things to do. Their son gets arrested for stealing now, and what’s next? She is too lax with him. That scene she made the one time (one time!) he dared yell at Liam. Boys need discipline. What’s next? Selling drugs?

‘Oh, and you wouldn’t want the competition in the house, would you?’

He storms out. Leaves her alone to silently cry again on the chair with the squeaky plastic leather that has scarred overtime. It’s okay. The officer on speakerphone echoing in the lawyer’s office confirmed they wouldn’t be pressing charges. There is no need for her to worry. She apologises. Shouldn’t have said that. Not here. She insists (insists, insists and promises) that Darren doesn’t sell drugs, she just said it like that. There is silence. Darren hasn’t been employed or had a successful venture in years. They’ve managed to keep the house. They’ve got a new car, a Mercedes that roared down the road when her husband took off just now. Neither he nor Darragh know how to fix cars, and everyone knows the kind of crowd that hangs around in Rialto. She works as a contractor for Facebook now, reviewing flagged content for days on end on a computer screen. It pays €24,000 a year. They required an undergraduate degree on the job posting, which she faked on her CV, and she’s been scared they would find out ever since. 

A broken, teary smile as she reaches for the tissues on the desk again. She has calmed down. It’ll be alright. A law degree on the wall doesn’t turn an office into a police station. Actually, perhaps the opposite. 

.

It is somewhat inevitable. It funds most of the small, general practices around the world, after all. She says: ‘It’ll be amicable.’ There is a pause. ‘I hope.’ 

Louise came alone this time. Liam is in school. She does not need the tissues, she is grand, thanks, jokes that she has grieved already. The lawyer’s office is the bearer of bad news: they will have to live separated for four years before the divorce is pronounced. Many people don’t know that, it’s an odd quirk in the law, the state finding it hard to cut off the many, winding tentacles the Catholic Church has wrapped around it for centuries. It sucks the blood out of people and families. Louise smiles. They at least got gay marriage last year, didn’t they?

Liam is living with her, she explains. They found a small one-bed in the Liberties. She sleeps on the sofa. ‘I’m applying to work for Facebook proper, now,’ she smiles. Hopefully it’ll pay more. ‘I love him,’ she explains. But she got married at nineteen and had the baby at twenty and didn’t think it would be this hard. ‘Maybe, didn’t think at all,’ she admits. ‘He’s a good kid. He was just a bit stupid for a while. Acting out. He’s been doing better since we left home, since it’s just the two of us. He doesn’t want to see Darren anymore, I -’

Her friends tell her it’ll be fine. She is thirty-five. She is still so young. There is irony in her voice again when she says: ‘Maybe I’ll meet someone, right?’ She doesn’t sound like she means it. She sounds like she wants to be left alone. She nervously toys with her wedding ring, still at the base of her finger. ‘I loved him,’ she declares, then. ‘I love him. I always felt that if I left, I was abandoning him. He changed. After the accident, you know? Or maybe I did. I can’t save him. He doesn’t want to be saved, I don’t think. D’you remember when we first came to you? When we bought the house back in 2000?’

It was an easy purchase and conveyancing is always a good way to rope new clients in. They got the lawyer’s address off of Darren’s sister, back then. The seller loved them. They made a good offer, had stable jobs and a decent interest rate. He worked in construction and she was an assistant. They’d found a property they liked in a gentrifying residential area in Drumcondra. He was from Kildare and she’d grown up in Meath. They’d met through friends in the city. Were just about to get married. Her ring was big and shiny and showy, even if it was just moissanite. He wanted people to know - see - that he loved her. He took her on a trip to New York that winter. 

‘There’s someone else I think,’ Louise admits, then. Another pause. Her bright blue eyes look up again. ‘I don’t know. I don’t want to know.’ She shakes her head. ‘He is begging me to stay.’

She doesn’t. She gets herself a decent lawyer and she doesn’t stay.

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Liam is nineteen now. His friends file out of the office in a concert of jokes and playful shoves, an army of bikes locked around the streetlamps outside.

His mam’s good, he nods, once. Moved out to Bray a couple years back and she likes it there. Has set up a small shop that sells artisanal jewellery and does the markets. He hasn’t seen his dad in a while, but on the phone he sounded alright. Got in a bit of trouble with the guards a few years back, but - ‘It is what it is, like.’ There is not much else to be said; this is watercooler conversation, not the real kind, and the lawyer’s office isn’t a doctor’s office, and it also not a therapist’s. The lawyer’s office focuses on Family law, Criminal Law, Employment Law Disputes, Personal Injury, Wills and Probate; it says so on the website. A law degree is not one that saves anyone, it’s just a prism through which to watch hundreds of lives go by. 

Liam’s lips curve a little further to one side; he bites his lip with something daring in his gaze. ‘I’m doing law. In college, you know?’

And, perhaps, the landlord will fix the shower. At the very least, right?

[1800titz]

TDIAG teaser? 🛻

“Master bedroom,” he slips the door open, and Isla’s irises bounce from window to window — they suffuse the room with what she imagines would be bright, refreshing daylight. Now, it comes in the form of a warm, yellow glow with the time of day. 

“Very roomy,” she comments. It is. The square footage of the space, she’s sure, has to be roomier than the master bedroom of the first showing, but perhaps the emphasis on the broadness of the space has to do with the sheer fact that the first showing had been bare, and this room holds furniture — even still, the space is bigger. Despite the queen sized bed, throned by the waxy, wooden headboard, the nightstands that mirror either side of the mattress, and the matching wooden dresser, the space is open. 

“S’no reno’d Sweeger Ave,” the realtor supplies, wandering a handful of steps behind her as she makes her way into the room, “But it’s roomy, like you said. Bright. Beautiful windows — lots of light. Can you imagine yourself here?” 

It’s a queen sized bed. Isla is not wearing panties, and she’s reminded of this particular fact as she stares at it and imagines Eros bending her over the edge of the mattress. She thinks of Harry’s chest pressing up behind her as his broad, ring-clad digits slide over her waist, settle on her stomach. She thinks of his mouth pasting to the crook of her neck, sponging kisses over the expanse of her skin as his soft breaths caress her nerve endings. She thinks of him walking her forward, his crotch glued to her hips. She thinks of fingers grappling for wrists and a firm grip as he manhandles the joints behind her back with ease. She thinks of him flipping her skirt up and discovering that she’s bare beneath it, thinks of a palm fondling, of croons in her ear on what a filthy, naughty girl she is, of his fingers slipping lower and his teeth grazing over her neck and—

“Accent wall there, long curtains with a sheer layering, sleek furniture set, a rug,” the male taps his foot over a stark area of the floorboards, just ahead of the footboard of the bed, “Nice shag rug. Right here.” 

Shag rug. 

Shag rug — textile categorized by longer, heavier pile, so as to have the appearance of being shaggy. Isla imagines a white rug in tufts, warding her brain from mental images of the man physically shagging her on said rug. Yes. These are all very …compelling suggestions.

[owmylasagna-blog]

The Ed Must Go On

Eddy prepares for a last minute gig. Edd helps.

—

A familiar clatter punctuated by loud profanities compelled Edd to emerge into the living room. Much to his dismay the place had been turned upside down, drawers open, piles of paraphernalia strewn on surfaces and the floor. Edd could feel the incensed energy radiating from his partner.

Eddy riffled through one of the shallow top drawers of the break front. He stifled a yell and threw a pack of AA batteries back inside, the sound making Edd flinch.

“Where are the goddamn scissors?”

Edd sighed: if only Eddy would let him label the drawers with their contents, maybe these sort of headaches would be avoided. The vintage veneers had won that battle: a triumph of form over function.

Scanning the room in an effort to help Eddy in his search, the taller man’s eyes fell on the kitchen shears precariously teetering on the edge of the record player stand. Eddy had grabbed them and on second thought cast them aside as a last resort: he knew Double Dee detested mixing up the scissors from their intended use.

Edd took the shears, clasping them in both hands to his chest, and joined Eddy’s side. The angered man slammed the drawer shut, the hardware clacking from the momentum, before tearing into the one adjacent to it and pulling out fistfuls of user manuals and take-out menus.

No more than a foot away the shimmer of stainless steel blades peaked out from beneath their most recent mail. In his periphery Eddy registered movement, then witnessed his partner produce the elusive utility scissors from right under his nose. Edd calmly presented them to Eddy and it took everything in the shorter man not to erupt in a fit.

“I hate when you do that,” grumbled Eddy, a poor stand-in for the truth which was that he hated his utter lack of object constancy.

Snagging the scissors and stomping his way to the coffee table Eddy planted himself on the floor and started turning the garment laying on their shag rug inside-out. Edd returned the kitchen shears to the knife block, the floorboards of their pre-war apartment creaked as he tentatively crossed the living room. He peered over Eddy’s hunched shoulders.

“A dress?” Edd questioned. A long groan escaped Eddy while he hacked away at the armhole.

“Sandra Oh-No-She-Didn’t’s out on her honeymoon, Mother Mayhem rolled her ankle and Patty Melt got the effin’ flu so your brilliant boyfriend here volunteered to host drag trivia tonight.”

Double Dee knelt down beside said brilliant boyfriend, watching as he successfully extricated one sleeve and began cutting away at the other.

“Couldn’t you wear something you already have in the closet?” Edd suggested. There certainly was plenty to choose from. He couldn’t see why Eddy was adding more stress to the situation.

“Yeah, if I wanted to look like an overstuffed sausage,” Eddy griped, then snipped the sleeve clean off.

It had been almost a year since the last time he’d dolled up and in that time he’d put on a bit more weight. He’d thrifted this old frock at the last second just for the job but the sleeves had been so constricting he feared losing feeling in his arms half way through the evening. They had to go. Hit with a pang of guilt, Edd awkwardly fidgeted with the side seam of his house pants.

Eddy threw the scissors aside and lifted the dress up.

“Well, that looks like shit,” he grimaced at the jaggedly frayed arm holes. He dropped the garment in disgust and shoved the heels of his palms into his eye sockets, growling in frustration. “Fuck me.” Double Dee reached out a sympathetic hand and caressed Eddy’s thigh.

“Oh, don’t despair, my love. Let me find the sewing machine.”

He patted Eddy’s knee before getting up from the floor and scurrying to the hall closet. Once the machine was set up on the dining table, Edd instructed his partner to put the dress on inside-out. Eddy stripped down to his boxer briefs and shimmied into it.

Eddy wiggled impatiently as Edd painstakingly pinned the fabric in place.

“Would you stay still!” Edd reprimanded through clasped lips, where he was holding a few sewing pins.

“These sequins are drivin’ me nuts, babe.”

“Just… a few… more… and done. Mind the pins as you remove that. Actually, let me help you.”

As Edd unzipped the back and guided the sleeves over Eddy’s shoulders, he couldn’t resist trailing a few kisses along the nape of his lover’s neck. This area was Eddy’s weak spot. His eyes rolled back and he smiled.

“Mmm,” he hummed, delighted, “now that’s what I call customer service.”

“This would be highly unprofessional.”

Eddy’s shaved hairline tickled Edd’s nose as he inhaled deeply.

“I should report you, ya perv.”

The dress dropped around Eddy’s feet and Edd’s arms wrapped around his naked torso. He planted a few more kisses from the crown of Eddy’s head to the stubble of his left cheek. The affection released some of Eddy’s wound-up tension. They kissed on the mouth before Edd gave a squeeze and asked, “Would you like me to come tonight?”

“Oh I bet you would.”

Edd simply glared back. Eddy sighed before trivializing the question with another quip, “What, you like me or somethin’?”

“Eddy…”

“You know it’s gonna go past your bedtime-”

Edd frowned. “I’ve managed well enough before on less sleep.”

“And it ain’t like you’ve got a team.”

“Some of my coworkers could be enticed.” There was a pause. Edd caressed the hairs on Eddy’s arms.

“Yeah?” Eddy responded in a softer, curious tone. His mouth curled into a goofy smile. It wasn’t every day that Double Dee made last minute plans.

“Yeah.”

Eddy turned to face his adorable partner when he got a foot-full of sewing pins.

“YEOWCH!”

Eddy jumped into the air and into Double Dee’s arms. The lankier man staggered under the weight, sputtering high pitched whines from the exertion, until they both collapsed on the couch in a heap.

After getting a bit… distracted… on the couch, Edd inspected the parts of his sewing machine. He dropped the foot and slowly applied pressure to the pedal as he fed in the fabric.

“Now, see, Eddy, I needed to secure the lining to the outer fabric like this to get a tidy seam.”

“Mhmm.”

The absent tone of that utterance made Edd pause and look up from his work. He raised a brow at Eddy, who was rapidly tapping away a message on his phone. Double Dee cleared his throat and the other man looked up.

“Wha-”

“You know, it wouldn’t hurt for you to become acquainted with some basic sewing techniques. Then you wouldn’t need me for every minor alteration.”

“But it’s better when you do it,” Eddy winked.

“You can lead a horse to water…”

“Aah I’m messin’ with ya,” Eddy replied, waving a hand limply on his wrist before clasping both hands together with a clap, “So which side is facing what again?”

Edd smirked as he detailed the construction of the seam, Eddy intently listening. It was refreshing to know the version of Eddy that had outgrown the exploitative labor practices of his youth, more often than not opting to learn new skills and pitch in his handiness when needed. The first armhole completed, Eddy nudged Edd’s elbow.

“Do I get a crack at it?”

“Absolutely.”

Eddy took over Edd’s seat and slowly started the machine up.

“So I was thinkin’ I’d wear the black wig, but the red wouldn’t look half bad either.”

“I like the black more,” Edd said, crossing his legs.

“Then it’s settled. Blonde.”

“Why even bother asking my opinion then,” Edd tilted his chin up smugly.

“Sometimes you don’t know what you want till someone suggests somethin’ you don’t want.”

“Hmm,” Edd absently hummed in reply, watching Eddy’s hands closely, “sorry, do you mind if I- “ he motioned to the machine.

“Here we go,” Eddy raised his hands like it was a stick-up.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Edd prickled. He scooted his chair closer to Eddy and repositioned the fabric. Eddy just leaned back, crossing his arms.

“You know. It’s your way or the highway.”

“Well I can’t help that you were pulling the fabric too taut. Your seam is going to be cockled.”

“Maybe I like my seams cockled.”

“Eddy, please. Can you- “ Edd stopped himself with a huff. Eddy had to sympathize just a little: the poor guy was tortured by the mundane on the daily. The shorter of the two men stood from the table.

“You finish that and I’ll put on espresso.”

Double Dee considered this an agreeable arrangement.

“Thank you, dear.”

With the seam ripper he went to town undoing Eddy’s stitches. Eddy just snorted, refastened the straps on his robe, and headed to the kitchen where a good house floozy belonged.

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I was looking at the background art for volume 11 again bc like. The room is the eyes to the soul and all that. Haha definitely not back on my hyperfixed game.

Anyway, I'm overanalyzing mallek's background art benath the cut.

GOD I always forget how much of a slob he is. Mallek self shippers are so strong. From left to right:

The SEVERAL husk towers, now being either discarded or repurposed. So Mallek does buy / reroute new tech pretty frequently. Note how his couch is falling apart: he does not care for the finer things regarding comfort, only his hobby.

WAIT LMAO NOTE WHAT APPEARS TO BE TISSUES ON THE COUCH?? AND SOCKS ALL OVER??? Either the man is crying in this room or.... 😳😳😳

On that note why are there socks on his floating shelves. Mallek doesn't do laundry confirmed: the hoodie he gives you must be musky as hell.

Not only does he hoverboard, he LONGBOARDS. Very cool B)

Swim trunks on the floor implies Mallek knows how to swim, and he likely swims in the sewer thing beneath his hive.

His workspace and shelves are actually reasonably tidy?? Wait a second....

Amogus......

Some sort of grubs on the floor in the pile of trash by his coon- likely game grubs or food, I'm guessing, since they're white. OR?? Mallek terrible father confirmed?? /j

I'm sorry but I would not get in that musty ass crusty slime coon. So much bacteria that the coon itself is growing legs so it can clean itself.

His limo! It's important to note that this limo background gets reused in Marvus's route, but Mallek's came first.

Note the camera above the TV and gamer controller (which is so hilarious: a joystick and one button. It's 100% a minecraft controller then). Could this imply that Mallek is a streamer?? He's always come across as rather private to me (side note: steaming in his coparatively tidy limo really hits my funny bone). Comprimise: Mallek is a streamer with one of those AI sprites instead of his face, ykwim?? Idk what they're called.

Mallek either canonically drinks alcohol, or the drinks just come with the limo.

He's drinking that same juice that Xefros does. For the life of me, I can't remember what it is/does, but iirc isn't it supposed to be good for psychic ability? Mallek is implied not to be psychic, however. Maybe it's just troll monster. Idr....

LMFAO i noted this when I deep dived into Marvus's limo, but I love the chair by the mini fridge having TWO seatbelts and what appears to be a booster seat?? Manlet Marvus move over, it's Manlet Malleks turn lmao.

SHAG RUG!!! So disgusting, you know that thing has dirt and crumbs in it.

More slobbery -_-'

So desperate for clean silverware that he pulled the whole drawer out. My man you are RICH just hire a cleaning service. Please.

He does not have a kitchen table. It's kind of implied he either sits in one of those (rocking??? lmfao) chairs or eats while sitting on the floor (on the random yellow mat).

I noted this detail a few years ago, but it's my favorite: Mallek keeps houseplants (possibly implied to be recently watered?).

Mallek keeps fruit in his hive, but it looks like he doesn't actually eat it. I wonder if it's wax fruit.

I'm sorry but looking at this image, I can not imagine Mallek actually cooks. He eats cereal and gets delivery and he's gotten grub sauce EVERYWHERE. There is no stove in his kitchen. Hell, no microwave either.

WHOSE LUSUSES ARE THOSE?? Kinda cute ngl. Does this imply ceruleans can also have semi aquaric and/or water loving lususes?

Speaking of parallels: so it's not just purplebloods who litter.

Other bluebloods come down here, I wonder if they're friends with mallek?? Also note the cerulean sign being tagged in indigo. Inchresting...

The graffiti reads "suck my nook" and the yellow caution sign reads "do not block." In case you were curious.

I like the idea that mallek comes down here when he can't sleep: you can see that light gets filtered, so I wonder if he could be safe from the sun down here? Irradation nonwithstanding...

That's all! I am insane, so I enjoy deep diving into stuff like this.

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The Second Chapter (of eight)

Draped as carefully across the seat and arms of the other arm chair was a black silk dress and white nylon, lace trimmed pinafore: the outer apparel of a uniformed maid. There was no underwear there though or stockings because these were still being worn by the maid whose dress and pinafore these were. A pair of pretty white lace trimmed knickers of which the maid had evidently been relieved lay discarded and crumpled, evidently thrown onto the shag pile rug between the arm chairs during the excitement and heat of passionate sexual exchange.

The Marchioness had woken up. She had enjoyed a night of unusually deep sleep and felt refreshed. As usual, she allowed herself time to lie quite still, on her back and reflect on many things as she made the transition from sleep to rest, to wakefulness and up and positively onwards with the day.

Today though, she felt a particular sense of warmth and well-being. She also felt invigorated. Much of her naked body ached satisfyingly in the manner only exercise could bring. Her vulva throbbed gently, a wonderful reminder of the lesbian activities she had enjoyed with another during yesterday until late in the evening. Her breasts tingled and her nipples felt quite sore in their response to their prolonged distention as a result of sustained sexual excitement. She knew her breasts, neck and other parts of her body would proudly bear the characteristic red marks caused by sustained kissing.

Her thighs felt stiff, too. She supposed this was as a result of the repeated orgasms she had enjoyed and been astonished by. The Marchioness had found herself completely exposed to a combination of lightness of touch, tenderness and a dexterity of hand beyond anything she had previously experienced.

In short, the Marchioness knew she had been completely fucked. Repeatedly.

She felt ecstatic.

She wanted to get fucked like it again and fuck the person who had done this to her.

That person lay sleeping contentedly, peacefully and quietly on the Marchioness’ right.

It was that person to whom the dress and pinafore draped on the arm chair belonged.

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Creating Comfort: Winter Bedroom Design Ideas That Shine

As winter approaches, there’s nothing better than retreating to a warm, inviting bedroom to escape the chill. Interior design plays a vital role in creating a space that combines comfort with style, ensuring your bedroom becomes a perfect winter haven. Here are some expert tips to help you design a cozy, winter-ready retreat:

1. Layer Textiles for Warmth and Texture

Winter is synonymous with layering, and your bedroom should follow suit. Add multiple layers to your bed with blankets, throws, and quilts to create a cocoon of warmth. Incorporate rich textures like wool, fleece, or cashmere for an indulgent feel. A chunky knit throw or faux fur blanket adds both style and comfort.

Interior Designer’s Tip: Choose warm-toned hues such as deep burgundy, forest green, or burnt orange to enhance the cozy ambiance.

2. Upgrade to Winter-Ready Bedding

Switching to seasonal bedding is one of the easiest ways to stay snug during colder months. Opt for flannel or microfiber sheets, which are soft and excellent at retaining heat. These materials not only feel luxurious but also elevate the bedroom's aesthetic.

Interior Designer’s Tip: Go for earthy or darker tones to create a comforting and stylish winter vibe.

3. Add a Plush Rug for Underfoot Comfort

Cold floors can be jarring during winter. Introduce a high-pile area rug near your bed to ensure a warm, soft landing for your feet. Materials like wool or shag work perfectly to add coziness and visual interest.

Interior Designer’s Tip: Experiment with layered rugs for extra warmth and a chic bohemian touch.

4. Opt for Warm, Ambient Lighting

Lighting dramatically influences the mood of a room, especially in winter. Replace harsh white lights with warm-toned bulbs to create a soothing atmosphere. Add bedside lamps, fairy lights, or candles to introduce a soft glow reminiscent of natural warmth.

Interior Designer’s Tip: Install dimmable lights to customize the brightness and set the perfect mood for your winter evenings.

5. Incorporate Seasonal Scents

Scent is a powerful tool in interior design. Infuse your bedroom with wintery fragrances like cinnamon, vanilla, or pine using scented candles or essential oil diffusers. These scents not only add to the coziness but also create a sensory escape.

Interior Designer’s Tip: Lavender or chamomile essential oils promote relaxation and enhance sleep quality.

6. Use Thermal Curtains for a Cozy Finish

Swap light, airy curtains for heavier, thermal-lined drapes to keep the cold at bay. Fabrics like velvet or thick cotton add both elegance and functionality, maintaining warmth and preventing drafts.

Interior Designer’s Tip: Hang your curtains closer to the ceiling to create the illusion of height while giving your bedroom a cocoon-like feel.

7. Create a Cozy Reading Nook

Elevate your bedroom’s functionality by designing a snug reading corner. A plush armchair paired with a soft throw and a small side table transforms an unused corner into a personal retreat. Position this nook near a window to enjoy natural light during the day.

Interior Designer’s Tip: Add a floor lamp or a table lamp with a warm light to make the space usable even in the evenings.

8. Embrace a Winter Color Palette

Dark, rich colors are perfect for winter interiors. Shades like deep navy, burgundy, or emerald green create a warm and inviting ambiance. If repainting isn’t an option, introduce these tones through accents like pillow covers, bedspreads, or wall art.

Interior Designer’s Tip: Pair bold hues with lighter neutrals like beige or cream to maintain a balanced and airy look.

9. Add Greenery for a Fresh Contrast

Incorporating plants into your bedroom during winter adds vibrancy and keeps the air fresh. Low-maintenance indoor plants like pothos or snake plants are ideal for cold seasons.

Interior Designer’s Tip: Use ceramic or woven pots to double as decorative elements that complement your winter theme.

10. Decorate with Warm Accents

Small decorative touches can elevate your bedroom’s coziness. Introduce woven baskets, textured cushions, and layered throws. Wall hangings made of macramé or woven materials add a rustic charm, perfect for winter.

Interior Designer’s Tip: Choose handcrafted or vintage-inspired accents to create a personalized, cozy aesthetic.

Final Thoughts

A well-designed winter bedroom combines warmth, texture, and thoughtful details to create a space that feels both stylish and relaxing. By following these interior design tips, you can transform your bedroom into a cozy retreat where you’ll love spending time during the colder months.

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Curating Comfort: How to Make Your Home a Cozy Haven You Never Want to Leave

There’s nothing like the feeling of stepping into a home that wraps you in warmth and comfort. A cozy haven isn’t just about plush furniture or soft blankets—it’s about creating an atmosphere that makes you feel at ease, relaxed, and completely at home. Whether you’re in a small apartment or a spacious house, the right touches can transform your space into a sanctuary where you can unwind and recharge.

In this blog, we’ll explore how to curate comfort in your home through thoughtful design choices, personal touches, and a few simple tricks that make your space feel inviting and cozy—all the time.

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1. Embrace Soft Textures

One of the easiest and most effective ways to make your home feel cozy is by layering soft textures throughout your space. Textures add depth and warmth, making a room feel more inviting and comfortable. Think of the things you love to touch—soft throws, plush pillows, and cozy rugs.

Throw Blankets & Pillows: Pile your couch or bed with fluffy pillows and a cozy throw blanket. Choose a mix of materials, such as velvet, knit, or faux fur, for added visual interest and tactile comfort.

Area Rugs: A large, plush rug can immediately soften a room and create a sense of warmth, especially if you have hardwood or tile floors. Opt for deep, comforting materials like wool or shag for a tactile experience underfoot.

Why It Works: Soft textures help create a sensory experience that encourages relaxation and comfort. They also add a layer of visual warmth that invites you to sink in and feel at home.

Pro Tip: Opt for fabrics in warm, neutral tones like deep browns, creams, or soft grays to create a cozy atmosphere that’s easy to mix and match with other elements in the room.

2. Warm Up the Lighting

Lighting is crucial in setting the mood of a room. Harsh overhead lighting can feel cold and uninviting, while soft, ambient lighting creates a warm and welcoming environment. The goal is to layer your lighting, using a mix of soft lights and task lighting to achieve a cozy, relaxed feel.

Table and Floor Lamps: Use lamps with warm-toned bulbs to create soft pools of light. Lamps can be strategically placed around the room to add a warm glow and eliminate dark corners.

Candles: Candles are a great way to add instant warmth and coziness. Whether you opt for scented or unscented candles, their soft flickering light and comforting scents can make a room feel intimate and peaceful.

Why It Works: Soft, warm lighting creates a relaxing atmosphere that helps you unwind and feel at ease. It also makes your space feel more inviting and intimate, perfect for curling up with a good book or relaxing with friends.

Pro Tip: If you don’t want to commit to wall-mounted lighting, string lights can be a playful and cozy alternative. Hang them along the edges of shelves or windows for a soft, twinkling effect.

3. Layer Up with Soft, Inviting Colors

Color plays a huge role in creating a cozy atmosphere. Warm, muted shades tend to evoke feelings of comfort and relaxation, while bright, bold hues can be energizing but might not foster a sense of calm. To make your home feel like a sanctuary, consider using a palette of soft, earthy tones.

Warm Neutrals: Shades of beige, taupe, or warm grays create a calm and soothing backdrop that works well in any room. These neutral tones help ground the space and provide a flexible base for other design elements.

Deep Accent Colors: Add depth and richness with deeper accent colors, such as forest green, navy blue, or rich burgundy. These colors are inviting and cozy, perfect for creating a relaxed, comfortable environment.

Why It Works: Soft, warm colors naturally encourage relaxation and calmness. They provide a sense of shelter and security, making your home feel more like a retreat.

Pro Tip: Experiment with color gradients by using varying shades of one color throughout the room. This creates a sense of flow and cohesion without overwhelming the space.

4. Incorporate Natural Elements

Nature has a way of calming the mind and grounding the spirit. Bringing natural elements into your home not only adds texture and interest but also creates a harmonious, calming environment. Think wood, plants, and natural fibers.

Wood Accents: Natural wood furniture or wooden beams can warm up a space, adding texture and richness. Whether it’s a wooden coffee table or a pair of wooden shelves, the organic feel of wood adds a sense of groundedness to your home.

Plants: Indoor plants are an easy way to bring life to your space. Plants not only improve air quality but their green hues and natural shapes can have a soothing effect. Consider low-maintenance options like snake plants, pothos, or succulents.

Natural Fibers: Materials like linen, cotton, and wool are naturally soft and breathable, making them perfect for bedding, cushions, or curtains. These materials add a tactile layer of comfort that’s both aesthetic and functional.

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Why It Works: Natural elements add warmth, texture, and life to your space, helping to create a harmonious and peaceful atmosphere. They remind you of the outdoors and create a connection to nature, which can have a calming effect on the mind.

Pro Tip: Arrange your plants in varying heights and sizes for an organic, layered look. Don’t be afraid to go for a mix of both large statement plants and smaller potted plants to create balance.

5. Personalize Your Space

Your home should feel like an extension of yourself—full of things that bring you joy, comfort, and nostalgia. Personal touches are what make a house feel truly like a home. Incorporate items that have meaning to you and reflect your unique style.

Family Heirlooms & Personal Art: Display family photos, heirloom pieces, or artwork that resonates with you. These elements tell your story and create a deeper connection with your space.

Books and Collectibles: A shelf full of books, trinkets, or collections can add personality and warmth to a room. Not only do they provide visual interest, but they also create a sense of comfort by reflecting your interests and memories.

Favorite Textiles: Consider adding a few cherished, well-worn items like an old blanket, a cozy chair, or a beloved vintage lamp. These pieces make your space feel lived in and personal.

Why It Works: Personal items make a space feel unique and special. Surrounding yourself with meaningful things creates a deep emotional connection to your home, making it a place you want to return to every day.

Pro Tip: Don’t be afraid to mix and match styles. An eclectic approach to personal décor creates a cozy, lived-in vibe that feels comfortable and welcoming.

6. Create Cozy Nooks

One of the easiest ways to make your home feel cozy is by creating little pockets of comfort. Cozy nooks are perfect for reading, relaxing, or simply enjoying a quiet moment. These spaces can be tucked away in any corner of your home.

Reading Corner: Create a reading nook with a comfy chair, a soft blanket, and a small side table for your favorite books or a warm beverage.

Window Seats: If you have a window with a good view, turn it into a cozy nook with cushions, a throw, and a small table. Natural light combined with soft furnishings makes it a perfect space to unwind.

Cozy Bedroom Retreat: Make your bedroom a sanctuary by adding extra cushions, a soft duvet, and soft lighting. Consider a soft, warm color palette and incorporate personal touches like family photos or art prints that evoke relaxation.

Why It Works: Nooks provide a sense of privacy and intimacy, creating a space for you to escape from the hustle and bustle of daily life. Whether you’re curling up with a book or sipping your morning coffee, these spaces make your home feel more peaceful and personal.

Pro Tip: Keep your cozy nook clutter-free and focused on comfort—think plush pillows, soft lighting, and a few simple décor elements that bring joy.

Conclusion: Curate a Haven of Comfort

Curating comfort in your home is all about creating an environment that nurtures your well-being and makes you feel truly at ease. By layering soft textures, incorporating warm lighting, embracing natural elements, and personalizing your space with meaningful touches, you can create a home that invites you to relax and unwind.

Whether it’s a cozy reading nook, a warm color palette, or the perfect plush blanket, the key is to make your home a reflection of your personal comfort. After all, the more you feel at home in your own space, the harder it will be to leave.

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How to Maintain Your Carpets for Long-Lasting Beauty in Dubai

When it comes to home decor, Carpets Dubai play a crucial role in enhancing the aesthetic appeal and comfort of your living spaces. In Dubai, a city known for its opulence and luxury, the carpet market is diverse and offers a wide range of options to suit various tastes and budgets. This blog will explore the best carpets in Dubai, highlighting their unique features and benefits.

The Variety of Carpets Available in Dubai

Dubai boasts an extensive selection of carpets, from traditional designs to modern styles. Whether you're looking for a plush Persian carpet, a contemporary shag, or durable outdoor rugs, the options are nearly limitless. Here are some popular types of carpets available in the Dubai market:

Persian Carpets: Renowned for their intricate patterns and rich colors, Persian carpets are a timeless choice. Each piece tells a story, showcasing the craftsmanship and artistry that goes into their creation. These carpets can add an elegant touch to any room.

Modern Carpets: For those who prefer a sleek and contemporary look, modern carpets offer minimalist designs with bold colors and geometric patterns. They are perfect for modern homes and can complement various interior styles.

Shag Carpets: Known for their luxurious texture, shag carpets provide unparalleled comfort underfoot. They are perfect for living rooms and bedrooms, creating a cozy atmosphere.

Outdoor Carpets: With Dubai's warm climate, outdoor carpets are essential for creating comfortable outdoor living spaces. Made from durable materials, these carpets are designed to withstand the elements while adding style to patios and balconies.

Quality Matters: Choosing the Right Carpet

When selecting carpets in Dubai, quality should be a top priority. High-quality carpets are not only more durable but also offer better comfort and insulation. Look for carpets made from natural fibers like wool or cotton, as they provide excellent warmth and softness. Synthetic options, like nylon or polyester, are also available and can be more affordable while still offering durability.

Additionally, consider the carpet’s pile height, which refers to the length of the fibers. A higher pile offers more cushioning, while a lower pile is easier to clean and maintain.

The Importance of Professional Installation

While purchasing a carpet is an important decision, proper installation is equally vital. Incorrect installation can lead to issues like wrinkling, buckling, or premature wear. In Dubai, many professional carpet installation services can ensure that your carpet is fitted correctly. Investing in professional installation will enhance the longevity and appearance of your carpet.

Carpet Maintenance: Tips for Longevity

Once you’ve chosen the perfect carpet for your home, maintaining it is crucial for preserving its beauty and functionality. Here are some maintenance tips for carpets in Dubai:

Regular Cleaning: Vacuum your carpet at least once a week to remove dirt and dust. Consider hiring a professional cleaning service every six months to deep clean your carpets.

Stain Removal: Act quickly when spills occur. Blot the area with a clean cloth and use a carpet cleaner that is appropriate for your carpet type.

Avoid Direct Sunlight: Prolonged exposure to sunlight can fade your carpet’s colors. Use curtains or blinds to protect your carpets from UV rays.

Conclusion

In the vibrant city of Dubai, Carpets Dubai are not just a flooring option; they are a statement of style and elegance. With a variety of choices available, you can find the perfect carpet to complement your home’s decor. By focusing on quality, professional installation, and proper maintenance, your carpets will not only enhance your space but also last for years to come. Explore the best carpets in Dubai today and transform your living spaces into luxurious retreats.

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Exploring Different Types of Rugs and How to Choose the Perfect One for Every Space

Choosing the perfect rug for your home involves more than simply picking a design that appeals to your taste. The right rug can transform a room, bringing comfort, style, and functionality together. Whether you are searching for a statement piece or a subtle complement, it’s essential to consider different types of rugs and where they best fit within your space.

Types of Rugs

Persian Rugs Known for their intricate patterns and high-quality craftsmanship, Persian rugs are timeless pieces that can add elegance to any room. Handwoven using wool or silk, they are often rich in color and detail. These rugs are perfect for formal living rooms, dining areas, or spaces where you want to make a bold statement.

Best For: Living rooms, dining rooms, entryways

Style Tip: Pair a Persian rug with antique or traditional furniture for a classic, refined look.

Oriental Rugs Similar to Persian rugs but encompassing a broader geographic range, Oriental rugs originate from regions such as India, China, and Turkey. They are celebrated for their artistic patterns and vibrant colors. Oriental rugs can serve as a focal point in larger rooms or complement vintage décor.

Best For: Living rooms, bedrooms, offices

Style Tip: Match the colors of the rug to accent pieces in the room for a cohesive design.

Shag Rugs With their thick, plush pile, shag rugs are incredibly soft and comfortable underfoot. Their texture makes them ideal for cozy spaces where you want to create a sense of warmth and relaxation. Shag rugs are available in a wide variety of colors, making them versatile enough for contemporary or playful designs.

Best For: Bedrooms, family rooms, playrooms

Style Tip: Use shag rugs in rooms where comfort is key, and choose neutral tones to avoid overwhelming smaller spaces.

Flatweave Rugs Flatweave rugs, such as kilims and dhurries, are thin and lightweight, making them perfect for high-traffic areas. These rugs are often made from wool or cotton and feature simple geometric designs or stripes. Their durability and ease of care make them a popular choice for busy households.

Best For: Hallways, kitchens, dining rooms

Style Tip: Layer a flatweave rug over a neutral area rug to add texture and interest to the room.

Modern Rugs Modern rugs feature sleek, minimalist designs that fit well in contemporary spaces. They often come in neutral tones or bold, abstract patterns, depending on the desired effect. These rugs are ideal for open-concept living areas, adding a touch of sophistication without overwhelming the space.

Best For: Living rooms, offices, bedrooms

Style Tip: Choose a modern rug with geometric patterns to add structure to an otherwise free-flowing space.

How to Choose the Perfect Rug for Every Space

When selecting a rug, consider both the aesthetics and functionality of the space. Here are some tips for choosing the right rug for different rooms in your home:

Living Room In a living room, the rug acts as a foundation that pulls together all the furniture and decor. For larger rooms, opt for a rug that accommodates all your seating, allowing the front legs of your chairs and sofa to sit on the rug. Persian or modern rugs often work well, depending on your design style.

Bedroom Comfort is key in the bedroom, making shag or plush rugs an excellent choice. Place the rug under the bed, ensuring that it extends out at least a few feet beyond the bed's edges. This creates a soft landing for your feet each morning.

Dining Room A flatweave rug is an ideal option for dining areas as it is easier to clean and maintain. When selecting a rug for this space, make sure it's large enough to accommodate the dining table and chairs, even when they’re pulled out.

Hallways and Entryways In these high-traffic areas, durability is essential. Flatweave or low-pile rugs are excellent choices as they can withstand heavy foot traffic and are easy to maintain. Additionally, Oriental or Persian runners can add elegance to these spaces.

Outdoor Areas Don’t forget about your outdoor spaces! Outdoor rugs are designed to handle weather conditions and can help define seating areas on patios or decks. Look for materials like polypropylene or synthetic blends that are durable and weather-resistant.

Enhancing Your Space with Rugs

Rugs do more than just protect your floors. They provide texture, color, and warmth, which can define the atmosphere of a room. Whether you want a rug to make a bold statement or quietly complement your décor, the key is balancing style with practicality. Remember that the right rug can transform a room, making it feel more connected, cozy, and inviting.With these insights into the different types of rugs and where to place them, you can confidently choose the perfect rug for every space in your home, enhancing both functionality and style. Visit Blue Paisley today to know more.

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Machine Washable Rugs, Bedroom Rugs, Living Room Rugs, and Cheap Rugs: Stylish & Affordable Solutions for Every Room

Rugs play a vital role in transforming the look and feel of any space, from cozy bedroom rugs to durable living room rugs. Whether you’re looking for machine washable rugs for easy maintenance or cheap rugs that don’t compromise on style, the right rug can elevate your home décor while serving practical purposes. Let’s explore the benefits of these different rug types and how they can enhance your home.

Machine Washable Rugs: Convenience Meets Style

Machine washable rugs have become a game-changer in home décor, offering both style and ease of maintenance. These rugs are perfect for high-traffic areas or homes with pets and kids, where spills and messes are inevitable.

Effortless Cleaning: With machine washable rugs, you no longer have to worry about professional cleaning or spot treatments. Simply toss them in the washing machine, and your rug will look as good as new.

Durable Materials: These rugs are typically made from durable, stain-resistant materials like polyester or cotton blends, designed to withstand frequent washing without losing their shape or color.

Variety of Styles: Machine washable rugs come in a wide range of designs, from bold and modern to neutral and traditional, ensuring you can find one that complements your home’s style.

Bedroom Rugs: Comfort and Warmth Underfoot

A bedroom rug can transform your sleeping space into a cozy and inviting retreat. Whether you prefer plush textures or simple, understated designs, a rug can add warmth and comfort underfoot, creating a soft landing when you wake up in the morning.

Comfort and Softness: Bedroom rugs made from materials like wool, shag, or high-pile fibers offer a luxurious feel, making your bedroom a more comfortable and relaxing space.

Size Matters: When choosing a bedroom rug, it’s important to consider the size. An 8x10 or 9x12 rug works well under a queen or king-sized bed, creating a balanced look that extends beyond the furniture and anchors the room.

Create a Relaxing Atmosphere: Neutral tones, soft pastels, or subtle patterns can help create a calming environment in your bedroom, while vibrant or bold designs can add a touch of personality and style.

Living Room Rugs: The Centerpiece of Your Space

The living room rug is often the focal point of your home’s main gathering area. Whether you’re entertaining guests or lounging with family, the right rug can tie the room together, provide warmth, and offer comfort underfoot.

Anchor the Room: A well-chosen living room rug anchors the space, helping to define seating areas and create a cohesive design. Opt for a large area rug that fits all your furniture to avoid making the space feel disjointed.

Durable and Stylish: For living rooms, durability is key. Look for rugs made from wool, synthetic blends, or natural fibers like jute, which can handle high foot traffic while still offering a stylish look.

Statement Pieces: Choose a rug with bold patterns or vibrant colors to make a statement, or go for neutral tones and subtle designs for a more understated, sophisticated feel.

Cheap Rugs: Affordable Style for Any Space

Decorating on a budget doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice style. Cheap rugs are a great way to update your space without breaking the bank, offering a variety of options that cater to different styles and room sizes.

Budget-Friendly Options: Many affordable rugs are made from synthetic materials like polypropylene or polyester, which are both durable and easy to clean. These rugs are perfect for areas that experience a lot of wear and tear, such as entryways, kitchens, or kids’ rooms.

Variety of Styles: Despite their lower price point, cheap rugs come in a wide range of designs, colors, and patterns. From modern geometric patterns to traditional Oriental-inspired designs, you can find an affordable rug that matches your home’s décor.

Perfect for High-Traffic Areas: Cheap rugs are ideal for spaces like hallways, kitchens, or playrooms, where you want the convenience of a stylish rug but don’t want to worry about potential damage or stains.

Choosing the Right Rug for Your Space

When selecting a rug for your home, consider both the practical aspects and your design preferences. Machine washable rugs are perfect for busy households, while bedroom rugs offer softness and comfort. Living room rugs act as a centerpiece for your main space, and cheap rugs are a budget-friendly way to update any room without compromising style.

Conclusion

From the practicality of machine washable rugs to the warmth and comfort of bedroom rugs, the right rug can dramatically enhance your home’s look and feel. Living room rugs add a sense of cohesion and style to your gathering space, while cheap rugs allow you to experiment with different designs and patterns without spending a fortune. Explore the many options available to find the perfect rug that suits both your lifestyle and budget.

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