#tiny homes portable

[paradiseportables]

Transportable Granny Flats Can Add Value to Your Property

In today's era when maximum utilization of space and resources has become essential, portable granny flats are becoming an attractive option for homeowners in Queensland. It not only provides living space, but also increases the value of your property.

What are Transportable Granny Flats?

Transportable granny flats are portable housing units that can be easily moved from one place to another. They are usually small, convenient yet fully functional. These flats can be constructed new with minimal installation time and cost, perfect for today's fast-paced lifestyle.

Primary Advantages of Transportable Granny Flats

1. Waste Impact: Portable granny flats are more cost effective than traditional houses. In Queensland, you can find affordable and well-furnished accommodation options in a small space.

2. Quick installation: These flats are installed in no time. You can see your new place ready in a matter of weeks.

3. Custom Usage: You can use these flats as living quarters for your senior family members, as rental accommodation or as study units for your children.

4. Increasing property value: Installing portable granny flats in Queensland increases your property value, especially if you make it ready to rent.

Important factors for transportable granny flats in Queensland

1. Space Availability: Choosing the right location for your project is important. Different areas of Queensland will have their own rules and permits accordingly.

2. Design and Decoration: You can choose different designs according to the needs and style of your home. These flats are available with amenities like 1 bedroom, 2 bedroom and royal resort.

3. Long Term Benefits: To get maximum use for your flat, focus on its rental income potential or direct use.

Professional Solutions for Portable Homes and Granny Flats in Queensland

If you are looking for the best quality portable granny flats in Queensland, Paradise Portable Homes is your perfect destination. We will provide portable housing solutions to suit your needs.

Our special products

1. Portable Homes: Experience the latest designs and best quality portable houses.

2. Granny Flats: An ideal residence for senior members of your family.

3. Tiny Homes: This home is for people who want minimal space and big ideas.

4. 1 & 2 Bedrooms: Reliable and comfortable designs make your flat attractive.

5. Caravan Park Cabins: Complete multi-purpose solutions for travel.

Weak and strong points

Any portable home has its advantages and certain limitations. They are flexible and cost-effective, but sometimes require vigilance for long-term sustainability and complex permissions.

How do portable granny flats make your life easier?

Such a house makes your life more comfortable and organized. They are the best options to meet both personal and professional needs.

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Experience the future of compact living in Australia. Our stylish, high-quality granny flats in Queensland offer comfort and independence. Perfect solution for aging parents or young adults starting out.

[aheathen-conceivably]

Tiny Town Applicant One: Roan Mcgovern

Dreams of living off the land always seem mighty far away when land is just so expensive. So when Roan saw the advertisement for Moonwood Mill Tiny Town, submitting an application was a no brainer. Only cows and chickens and horses (oh my!) may be too big a dream for such a tiny plot, but that's something she'll have to worry about later.

*Although Roan rolled the horse riding skill, I am including all types of animal husbandry for her so that her gameplay isn't as tied to one world (Chestnut Ridge) and she can interact with Tiny Town more easily.

[fishstewarding]

Last Minute Christmas Gift Tiny Home: The Gemstone Tall MUPPS from FSG Living Buildings.

This FSG Living Buildings Gemstone Tall MUPPS is twelve Feet wide by thirty two feet long with is three hundred and fifty four feet square feet. This MUPPS or Multi-Use Portable Panel Structure is built on a steel skid. This Gemstone is ten feet tall and includes a kitchenette with a sink, a stove top, a dish washer and a number of cabinets for storage. The bathroom includes a shower, a sink and a toilet. The bedroom also has a full closet. This unit is portable and easy to transport. This MUPPS is sturdy and is low maintenance. The structure is highly energy efficient making it easy for both heating and cooling.

The gemstone tall is discounted to $75,000.00 as an end of year sale or you could call it a last minute Christmas gift.

This Tiny Home is portable and easy to transport, sturdy and low maintenance, highly energy efficient and easy for both cooling and heating. The gray color gives it a sharp modern look and it is ready now for pickup. This Gemstone is ready for sewer, water and electric hook as well.

This Tiny House has been built through a vetted assembly process that leverages HWS Panels to provide a unified, monolithic benefit in structural integrity and energy efficiency. The HWS Panels from Horton World Solutions are also referred to as TMC SIPS which stands for Thermoplastic Monolithic Composite Structurally Insulated Panels. These panels have been developed over twelve years of R&D by the USA’s largest homebuilder with aid from DuPont, Dow and MIT.

FSG Living Buildings creates, develops and designs through a strategically sound and structured building process for the discerning buyer looking for quality, strength, performance and accountability in a completed structure. FSG Living Buildings also provides a vetted process of advancement, organization and performance in the creation of each of these living structures.

The Gemstone Tall MUPPS or last minute Christmas Gift Tiny Home can be used as a short term rental unit, a mother in law suite, a man cave or be used for many other uses.

Maybe, it is about creating new revenue opportunities for the new year. This works as a short term rental unit. Perhaps, you want to move your mom in, but would like a separate space for her. This could work for that. Wondering about a space just for the guy or guys? This can serve as that man cave. At the same time, this Last Minute Christmas Gift Tiny Home could serve many other purposes.

However, this is a gift you will have to come and pick up in Abilene, Texas, This is not something that will fit in Santas Sleigh or for that mater, fit down the chimney.

Last Minute Christmas Gift Tiny Home: The Gemstone Tall MUPPS from FSG Living Buildings. 12 wide x 32 long 10 feet tall 354 Square feet $75,000.00

Our warehouse is located at FSG Living Buildings / Fish Stewarding Group 6586 E Interstate 20, Abilene, TX 79601-7640 USA

Last Minute Christmas Gift Tiny Home: The Gemstone Tall MUPPS from FSG Living Buildings.

This FSG Living Buildings Gemstone Tall MUPPS is twelve Feet wide by thirty two feet long with is three hundred and fifty four feet square feet. This MUPPS or Multi-Use Portable Panel Structure is built on a steel skid. This Gemstone is ten feet tall and includes a kitchenette with a sink, a stove top, a dish washer and a number of cabinets for storage. The bathroom includes a shower, a sink and a toilet. The bedroom also has a full closet. This unit is portable and easy to transport. This MUPPS is sturdy and is low maintenance. The structure is highly energy efficient making it easy for both heating and cooling.

The gemstone tall is discounted to $75,000.00 as an end of year sale or you could call it a last minute Christmas gift.

This Tiny Home is portable and easy to transport, sturdy and low maintenance, highly energy efficient and easy for both cooling and heating. The gray color gives it a sharp modern look and it is ready now for pickup. This Gemstone is ready for sewer, water and electric hook as well.

This Tiny House has been built through a vetted assembly process that leverages HWS Panels to provide a unified, monolithic benefit in structural integrity and energy efficiency. The HWS Panels from Horton World Solutions are also referred to as TMC SIPS which stands for Thermoplastic Monolithic Composite Structurally Insulated Panels. These panels have been developed over twelve years of R&D by the USA’s largest homebuilder with aid from DuPont, Dow and MIT.

FSG Living Buildings creates, develops and designs through a strategically sound and structured building process for the discerning buyer looking for quality, strength, performance and accountability in a completed structure. FSG Living Buildings also provides a vetted process of advancement, organization and performance in the creation of each of these living structures.

The Gemstone Tall MUPPS or last minute Christmas Gift Tiny Home can be used as a short term rental unit, a mother in law suite, a man cave or be used for many other uses.

Maybe, it is about creating new revenue opportunities for the new year. This works as a short term rental unit. Perhaps, you want to move your mom in, but would like a separate space for her. This could work for that. Wondering about a space just for the guy or guys? This can serve as that man cave. At the same time, this Last Minute Christmas Gift Tiny Home could serve many other purposes.

However, this is a gift you will have to come and pick up in Abilene, Texas, This is not something that will fit in Santas Sleigh or for that mater, fit down the chimney.

Last Minute Christmas Gift Tiny Home: The Gemstone Tall MUPPS from FSG Living Buildings. 12 wide x 32 long 10 feet tall 354 Square feet $75,000.00

Our warehouse is located at FSG Living Buildings / Fish Stewarding Group 6586 E Interstate 20, Abilene, TX 79601-7640 USA

[portabledwellings]

Top 4 Reasons to Opt for Container Houses in Christchurch

Container houses are affordable and stylish accommodation options that can be used as home extensions, office spaces and café areas. If you are interested in buying container houses in Christchurch, this article will help you learn the top reasons to opt for these houses. Visit >>> https://tinyurl.com/a42rwkbd

[1800cabins]

1800 Cabins Melbourne

Discover your dream retreat with 1800Cabins, where we transform your space into a sanctuary of comfort and convenience. Nestled in the heart of Melbourne, our dedicated team of cabin builders excels in crafting bespoke granny flats, tiny houses, and portable homes, designed to enhance your lifestyle. Each project we undertake is a journey towards creating a cozy retreat, a place where memories linger and peace is a constant companion.

[magistralucis]

@absolut--kurant!

little house box

[portablecontainers]

Shipping Container Homes- Whitsunday ii -Granny Flats

[mycottages-blog]

Sustainable Solutions: The Eco-Friendly Practices of Small Home Builders

Small home builders have emerged as a beacon of sustainability in the housing industry. These innovative builders are reshaping the way we think about homes and their impact on the environment. Let's delve into the eco-friendly practices that set these builders apart.

Compact Living: A Sustainable Choice

One of the core principles of these builders is their focus on compact living. These homes are designed to be efficient and use fewer resources. Compact homes reduce energy consumption, minimize waste, and have a smaller environmental footprint.

Energy Efficiency: The Heart of Small Home Design

Small home builders prioritize energy efficiency. Their homes are equipped with modern, energy-efficient appliances, superior insulation, and strategically placed windows to optimize natural light and reduce the need for artificial lighting. These practices result in lower energy consumption and reduced utility bills.

Sustainable Materials: Building Responsibly

They are committed to using sustainable building materials. These materials are often locally sourced, reducing transportation-related emissions. Additionally, sustainable materials are chosen for their durability and low environmental impact.

Solar Power and Renewable Energy

Solar panels are a common sight on small homes. They embrace renewable energy sources, harnessing the power of the sun to generate electricity. This not only reduces the home's carbon footprint but can also lead to energy independence.

Water Conservation: Small Footprint, Big Impact

Small homes often come with innovative water conservation features. Low-flow fixtures, rainwater harvesting systems, and greywater recycling are integrated to minimize water usage. These practices are crucial for sustainability, particularly in regions with water scarcity.

Minimalistic Living: Reducing Consumption

They promote minimalistic living, emphasizing the importance of decluttering and reducing consumption. This approach not only leads to a simpler, more intentional lifestyle but also contributes to a more sustainable future.

Innovative Designs: Maximizing Space

Small homes are known for their innovative designs that maximize space. Builders use creative solutions such as lofted bedrooms, built-in storage, and multipurpose furniture to make the most of every square foot. These designs encourage efficient use of space and resources.

Reduced Maintenance and Costs

The reduced square footage of small homes translates to lower maintenance and operating costs. Smaller homes require less cleaning, fewer repairs, and more cost-effective heating and cooling. These factors make small homes an economical and sustainable choice.

Community Living: Sharing Resources

Many small home communities embrace the concept of shared resources. Residents may have access to communal gardens, tool libraries, and shared laundry facilities. This communal living style promotes sustainability and a sense of community.

Conclusion

Small home builders are at the forefront of sustainable living. Their eco-friendly practices, energy-efficient designs, and commitment to responsible building materials are setting new standards for environmentally conscious living. As the world seeks solutions to combat climate change and reduce our carbon footprint, small home builders are leading the way, demonstrating that sustainable living is not only achievable but also comfortable, efficient, and beautiful.

[tinyhouseexpedition]

Can it power our Tiny House? Anker SOLIX C1000 Portable Power Station

Welcome to another Tiny Stuff product review! We got to test the brand-new Anker SOLIX C1000 power station for our tiny house & outdoor adventures. ⚡ 

 It's a super compact yet powerful power station, aka solar generator, with 1056 Wh & 1800 W output. We share our thoughts & breakdown of the top features while powering our tiny house with the SOLIX C1000.

Enjoy huge savings for Black Friday! The Anker SOLIX C1000 Portable Power Station sale starts on Oct. 30th: https://ankerfast.club/G8oJxp ⚡

[voyagerhouseuk]

Voyager House UK

Unconventional living has become popular in recent years. Portable homes are now available in the market to offer that simple yet intimate lifestyle. If you don't need that much space and are looking for an affordable home, tiny houses in the UK are the best deal for you. Voyager Houses UK is a small company founded in Romania to serve clients with their construction needs. With our 15 years of experience specialising in building small houses across the UK, you can guarantee the quality of our work. We understand the functionality of each home that we make, and we associate it with modern living. Our focus is on minimalism, ecology, and stoicism. With us, you can be sure that we make every home to the highest possible standard. Please get in touch today to learn more about our portable homes.

[fishstewarding]

This FSG Living Buildings Gemstone Tall MUPPS is twelve Feet wide by thirty two feet long with is three hundred and fifty four feet square feet. This MUPPS or Multi-Use Portable Panel Structure is built on a steel skid.

[karlachismylife]

Local Spot || The Queen of the Clan pt.6

CW: fem!chubby!reader, some tame unwanted attention.

If not for man-made structures, you wouldn’t be able to tell the border between the territory of the natural reserve you got your filming permit for and the sanctuary that cuts off a smaller part of the landscape. Fenced off, it looks just the same – no surprise there, to be honest; sunlit tall grass, sandy and dusty ground and scattered trees, shielding the inhabitants with their shadow. No doubt, they have water sources too – everything in sanctuary’s power to tend to quite simple needs of animals that can’t be let out back into the wild after surviving each their own trauma. Driving past the tall mesh that makes sunbeams ripple when hitting your little Rover caravan, you try covering your eyes to look into the reserve, but no animals come close to the road, hidden securely somewhere deep in their new forever home.

“I hope you’re prepared to be blown away by the luxurious housing, we’re working our asses off to impress city cookies like you here.” With a distinct chuckle, Kir beckons you inside, holding a simple plywood door open for you and dropping your backpack from his shoulder on the porch of the little cabin – a whole line of them drags along a narrow road, animals’ enclosures basically on the other side of the “street”. Land too expensive, government too hesitant to “lose” everything it could provide by leaving it as untouched reserve; thus, someone had to make room for their neighbours, and humans decided to sacrifice their own comfort for the sake of the animals.

“Check this out,” Kir waits until you finish looking around the single room that serves as bedroom, living room, office – even a kitchen, if you can count the tiny portable stove and a kettle on a counter – and with a theatric gesture of a magician opens a narrow door, revealing the tiniest bathroom behind it: a toilet, a small sink hanging off a wall and just a cheap curtain to separate the shower area with a drain in  the floor. “Not bad, huh? No hot tub, but pretty close. Don’t recommend you putting candles and champagne there, though, if you even mange to find those around here somehow…” Laughing with you at the deeply impressed and amazed expression you feigned at the sight of your lavish bathroom, Kir raises a finger calling for your attention once more and then struggles with the sink tap for a moment, finally getting it to sneeze and run clean water. “Actually working plumbing. You feeling like a queen yet?”

“Grandiose, brother,” you snort and come closer to hold a handful under the stream, gathering slightly warm water and using it to wipe sweat from your face and neck. “But no, really, don’t think there’s much more I could need, so this is perfect. You’re my neighbour or what?”

“I’m just three cabins away, door’s always open for you.” Having closed the tap, Kir shuffles his way out of the cramped space and leaves your cabin, hands in his pockets. Remembering something, he turns on his heels and nods at your backpack. “Laundry’s in the main building, there are bags to separate yours, it’s all done together in the mornings so it’s best to leave yours in the evening. Oh, and I’ll ask around about something to get rid of the stink.”

With a dazzling grin and a wink, Kir salutes you and finally turns his back, returning to work and leaving you to sort through your belongings and settle in. If everything goes well, you’ll spend just a few days here before the head of your crew successfully prolongs the filming permit and you head out into the savannah once more. Having this bureaucratic delay doesn’t feel good, but in a weird way you feel relieved.

You don’t think you would be able to leave this place without a heavy heart if the shoot lasted just three weeks like planned initially.

Settling on the top step of your low porch, you pull your backpack closer and hold your breath instinctively, even though a week in the wild has somewhat tamed the stink. It’s not strong per se, but it has a stinging undertone of concentrated boiled soap, to the point where it almost tastes sweet on the back of your mouth roof. Scoffing, you pull your belongings out of it, throwing crinkled plastic bags onto the floor behind you.

Finally reaching the one with dirty laundry inside, you grab it along with the empty backpack itself and make your way all the way to the main building, quick to find the laundry room – just as tiny as everything else. You empty your crumpled laundry into a nice canvas bag and write down the slightly scraped off number on it to know which one to pick up later, and then drop off the backpack in the corner, only just noticing teeth marks on it in several places – a chewed up strap mostly.

Somehow you don’t even doubt it was all Stinky’s doing.

“Adorable bastard,” you grumble under your breath and nearly ram into Kir’s firm chest at the door, too distracted with thoughts of your spotted acquaintance trotting around somewhere in the yellowish grass of the savannah.

“You called?” He laughs watching you roll your eyes and squeezes past you with a pat on your shoulder, a spray bottle of some kind in his hands along with his own laundry. “It’s for your aromatherapy backpack. If you want, you can spray it yourself, I’ll finish my shift sooner and we’ll hit the town. Bet you didn’t get a good look around when you arrived, yeah?”

Only fair for you to deal with your stink problem yourself, Kir already went above and beyond to help you, so you take the spray from his hand and return to the corner to drag your backpack outside, humming in response.

“No, they picked us up pretty quickly… only saw the bus station basically.” You shake the rattling bottle and make a trial spray, high-pressure mist with another harsh, sweet smell – most similar to a mosquito repellent – bursting into the air. The sticker on the can reads as some water- and sweat-repellent for shoes. “Anything interesting to see?”

The spray hisses, covering your backpack in a generous cloud of chemical smell and slight plastic-y glint after it settles. From inside the laundry room Kir raises his voice, admitting that there’s basically nothing except a couple stores and a dingy bar that can be of interest – it’s still worth it, you decide: just fifteen minutes of scootering down a bumpy dirt road and you get to buy something to treat yourself after a week on canned food and maybe even get a drink.

“I’ll come knock on your door then after I finish, then.” Kir leaves the laundry room and catches the spray can you throw him – if your watering eyes and coughing are any indicators, you’ve applied more then enough. Hanging the backpack outside to let it air out the possibly deadly concoction of sweat repellent and hyena sprayings, you finally drag yourself to your cabin.

A cool shower and a little bit of gentle persuasion via banging on the kettle stand until the loose contact clicks and the heating starts, you settle on your porch with your thermos and breathe in deeply. Nothing disturbs you, the feeling of being watched forgotten like it wasn’t even there. Must have really been the savannah getting in your head..

Sun is slowly sliding to the west, still high, but already a bit dimmed and oranged by the incoming dusk. Dry, clear air is rippling and throbbing above the ground, cooling off, weak wind snaking through the dust of the little road. Crickets and cicadas are chirping repetitively, like an ancient ethnic instrument from the good old times when music had more rhythm than melody. From your steps, you can’t make out which direction the call comes from, but somewhere on the sanctuary’s territory roars a buffalo – must be that young bull Kir told you to be careful around.

Two of the sanctuary employees walk past you, dirty gloves and sweaty noses – they smile and nod at you, barely interrupting a lively discussion, something about water going green in one of the biggest water sources. That’s not good, you think, but they don’t look particularly worried. More like confident.

Like they know what they’re doing and why.

Closing your eyes, you take another deep breath and sip your tea, careful not to burn your mouth. Red and pink prints of the vascular system in your eyelids mix with the way you already saw sky go up in flames at sunsets here, a peaceful feeling washing over you. There’s serenity in the way life flows measuredly around here, clocks and calendars slowly growing meaningless in the face of greater time countdown – seasons and solar cycles dictating times to migrate, to hunt, to procreate. People here made the decision to tie their lives to the nature, preserving and studying, and thus their time obeys the same laws, no hectic anxiety of semesters, quarter reports and tight schedules keeping them in a never-ending race.

It’s a blessing – to do the right thing with a reasonable pace, day after day, knowing you have something meaningful to do every time you wake up. In the outside world no one thinks highly of someone digging elbow-deep into the green mud of a small pond antelopes come to drink from, but here it matters.

You’d like to matter.

“Thinking of me with that smile on your face, I hope?” Kir’s cheeky voice drives you out of the meditative headspace and you open your eyes lazily, wrinkling your nose at him – he even made sure to approach you in a way that wouldn’t obstruct the softened sunrays caressing your face.

“Yeah, you wish. We’re going already?” With a grunt, you raise to your feet with his assistance, noticing just how long you must’ve been sitting there, daydreaming. Kir nods and plops a helmet on your head, adjusting the strap under your chin.

“Shopping first, then the bar?” He leads you to the several scooters in sanctuary’s possession, rolling the most new-looking, sandy and just slightly scraped on the wings, on the road and helping you onto it. The machine dips under your combined weight, but Kir doesn’t seem concerned, starting up the engine and driving off the sanctuary territory.

Nearby town can barely pass as one, looking more like a glorified village – small buildings, no higher than three stories, basically a single curved street between them and continuing on to the bigger road. Finally seeing it in the daylight and without the exhaustion of a long trip that kept weighing your eyelids down when you first arrived there on a bus to be picked up by your crew, you find it just as charming – as well as noticing some larger signs of civilization a couple kilometers to the west, tall power transmission poles and antennas around some fenced off facility.

While you try to remember if there was something industrial mentioned when you read about the place you were going to, Kir drags you inside a cramped convenience store, literal mountains of fresh fruits, vegetables and nuts in crates at the entrance and the most random selection of imported goods on the shelves – in a moment of weakness, you pick up some suspiciously looking lime-flavoured crisps and a few cans of cold soda from a fridge that sounds like a fighter aircraft going down from a direct hit, but still manages to keep products inside cool and wet with the condensate.

You leave the store, chewing on some dried fruits Kir helped you choose – even got a discount from a familiar cashier that was happy to inform that they can place orders for some goods if you’re planning to stay longer. Behind your cheerfully polite smile you felt that same wave of belonging that keeps coming back to you.

“We’re a bit late, so all the tables are probably taken, do you mind sitting at the bar?” After you leave your groceries in the scooter trunk, Kir leads you up to the pub, its neon sign already glowing in the slowly approaching darkness, and holds the door open, nodding at the bar counter with just three free stools to your luck.

Keeping in mind that he has “precious cargo” to deliver back, as he calls you, he orders a coke for himself and pays for your cider, promising that it’s one of the things you can actually drink there.

“That’s my favourite, the pear one. When I come here on foot, always grab a bottle or two.” You lean onto the counter, feet dangling above the dirty wooded floor, as you chat with him – he indulges you in the town gossip with some additions from the bartender, making you chuckle as the cider tickles the roof of your mouth. It’s actually good, you admit, and Kir buys you another one before leaving to the bathroom “to see if they have another spider infestation”, which earns him a shoulder slap from the bartender.

When you turn to watch him make way through packed room, you feel your heart stop for a moment, like a prey that finally notices it’s being watched. It’s a fleeting sensation that almost immediately disappears, but you almost hit yourself in the teeth with the bottle neck, once you notice them.

Four men in the furthest corner, staring at you openly – they’re not trying to be discreet, the bearded one saluting you with his whiskey tumbler and two of his buddies flashing you smiles. Friendly smiles, not the ones that make your skin crawl in similar bar encounters back in the big city. Even the one with his face covered by a mask and arms crossed over his bulky chest nods at you and sinks further in his seat, as if it could help him look smaller and less threatening. They seem chill, clearly minding their own business and avoiding the other patrons in that corner, not interested in the rowdy fun of a work day evening among tired people unwinding before heading home.

To fight that initial creeped out feeling, you nod back at them, quickly averting your gaze with a chuckle once you see them light up almost too obviously. Must’ve been ogling you for quite some time, if the smallest acknowledgement gets you such a reaction. It’s kinda sweet, their excitement radiating from the corner, and you watch from the corner of your eye them exchanging a few words before one of them has to force the big guy with a mohawk back into his seat, as if he was already ready to rush through the bar to talk to you.

“I go away for five minutes, and you’re already making eyes at someone?” Your eyes shoot up to see smiling Kir, but as you watch his expression change once he glances over his shoulder at your four watchers, your brows knit together. “Oh, no, cookie, you stay away from that folk, alright? Come on, let’s go, before they come up here.”

Before you even can object, Kir tugs on your elbow insistently, and you have no choice but to grab your almost finished bottle, say a hasty goodbye to the bartender and follow him, stumbling from the sheer force he drags you with, clearly in hurry to get out of the tightly packed bar.

“Hey, can you at least explain? I’m coming, don’t need to drag me, you know,” you try to keep your irritation down. After all, he has done nothing but look out for you, and if there’s anyone you can trust to know all locals, it’s him. Still, you steal a glance at the four-men company and get the unsettling feeling once again, this time not without a reason: the concentrated, slightly frowning looks all four of the men watch you leave with, don’t feel as friendly anymore.

It's only outside, once the night breeze strokes your heated from the alcohol and crowd proximity cheeks, that Kir lets go of your arm and sighs, putting the helmet on you. His voice sounds hushed, and he looks you dead in the eyes, as he says:

“Don’t mess with them, don’t even talk to them, okay? No one wants them here, they’re not locals. The less business we have with them, the better, especially since you’re here just temporarily. I don’t trust them, and you shouldn’t either. Can you promise?”

By the way you look at him, utterly confused, Kir finally realizes how paranoid he sounds and runs a hand over his face, before looking around and leaning to your ear to say even quieter:

“They’ve been roaming around for months already, cookie. They’re military. They’re bad news from the West.”

Suddenly, you realize what that fenced off facility you saw earlier was. A military base.

Just twenty minutes away from the natural reserve.

Part 5 | Part 6.5 | Part 7

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[asunflowerana]

brownie bonding — Nanami Kento

summary: kento makes most of his quality time with his baby daughter.

warnings: pure fluff, dad!nanami, cooking.

wc: 800.

A warming melody of jazz echoes on the portable radio in the kitchen, filling the bonding moment perfectly. Nanami is just finishishing tying a cook’s apron around his waist, feeling a bit awkward to wear such a flowery print, but it was a request from his baby daughter. There’s no way he would refuse her. 

“You look pretty, daddy!” His sunshine compliments him, sitting in the high chair at the counter with her head covered by her tiny cook’s hat. She isn’t a kid that plays around: if she’s going to cook, she’ll wear the proper clothes for it.

Six years old, acting that way already. Imagine when she’s sixteen.

He can’t help but send her a fondly smile. One of the good things about having a kid is that you will always receive an honest answer from them. His little girl it’s saying he looks pretty, so maybe flower prints actually suit him. 

He moves his focus to the counter, checking the ingredients on display: sugar, butter, wheat flour, powdered chocolate, milk, eggs, chocolate chips. The mixer is set, the oven is heating up, and they have everything they need to start the day’s recipe:

Brownies

You’re on your way home from a business trip today, and they both came up with the idea of ​​surprising you with some brownies. In addition to welcoming you home with a delicious gift, Kento also takes this opportunity to spend more quality time with his daughter. She’s growing up so fast that he’s been feeling guilty for missing some moments of her life because of work. He wants to make sure that as long as he has time, he’ll make the most of it alongside her.

“Alright sweetheart, what’s the first step?” He claps his hands, giving her the task of leading and guiding them through the recipe. She bows to read the children’s cookbook she got for her birthday last year, and points her little index to the first illustrated step.

“We need to mix eggs with sugar.” She says, cautiously taking the mixer’s bowl and placing it in front of them. “Can I put them in, daddy?”

“You can, but you need to be careful with the eggs. Break this way.” He demonstrates to her, tapping the tip of the fork against the eggshell until it breaks a small part. He then opens it halfway, and pours the yolk and whites into the bowl. “Your turn now.”

Eri picks up another egg, and tries to imitate exactly what her father did, but ends up hitting the shell too hard, causing the egg to break right on the table and smear the wood with white and yolk. The dirt definitely doesn’t please her father, but he isn’t going to make a big deal of it. These things happen, even to adults, and he doesn’t want to make his daughter feel guilty about something like that. So when she looks at him with those fearful little eyes waiting for a scold, he starts to chuckle at the situation, making her visibly relax as the moment passes by.

They continue with the recipe, now with Nanami directly helping her put the ingredients into the bowl, and his heart warmed to see his daughter having fun cooking, her mini apron’s all dirty from chocolate. “Now we have to add the flour.” He takes the bag from the counter, and gives it to her. “Think you can do it, sweeheart?”

She nods eagerly, and starts pouring flour into the meter. A small amount of flour escapes, but she manages most part of the process, placing the measured flour into the bowl. “I did it!” She announces as soon as she’s done, a huge one missing tooth grin on her face.

Nanami smiles at his daughter’s delight, caressing the top of her head. “Yes sweetheart, you did it.” He presses the ‘on’ button on the mixer, and it starts to churn all the mixture into the bowl. The two watch together the mixture incorporate and become a smooth brown dough, which soon after was put on a platter to bake in the oven.

Since the brownie would take about forty minutes to bake, Nanami thought it would be a good time to give his sunshine a bath and get her ready before the sweet is done.

But his daughter has other plans in mind.

“Daddy, you have flour on your face.” She points in the direction, making him run his hand over his whole cheek. “No, missed.”

“Where’s it?” he asked, leaning his face close to let her clean it for him.

She puts one of her flour-covered hands to his nose, laughing when she sees the art she’s made on her father’s skin. “There.”

His first reaction is deadpan, not believing he fell for a six-year-old child’s trick. But he’s definitely not a quitter: as soon as she gets occupied laughing at his face, he places his hands on her sides and holds her, giving her a mischievous smile. “So this is how you want to play, huh? Very well, young lady… You shall be defeated.” He starts tickling her body, making her squirm and laugh even more. He releases her eventually, and the two soon start a big flour fight around the room, running and throwing flour everywhere.

Not only they’ll give you a brownie tray, but also a pretty messy kitchen to deal with afterwards. But you can’t deny that it’s worth the price. 

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I, Sir Pentious’s, List of Things to Build:

1. Matching PJs for the Eggies

2. Warmachine that will DESTROY the Radio Demon and get the attention of the Vees!

3. New warmachine after RADIO DEMON!!! broke the last one (Include updated death ray??)

4. Parachute built into hat

5. Advanced technology to spy on the hotel to impress Vox An “I’m sorry cake.”

6. Nest for me and eggs

7. New coat for the radio demon?

8. Cannon to protect me from a flying cat, tall slutty spider, and a tiny… bug? Cannon to PROTECT the flying cat, tall slutty spider, tiny bug, and close female friends that share a room together.

9. Portable elevator. Stairs suck.

10. Device to prevent me from being thrown off a roof again.

11. Armor against dismembered arms. Also Niffty?

12. Gaydar? Whatever that is, I’m currently unsure.

13. Thing to kill a roomba with knives.

14. Device to open bottles for Husk

15. Quiet door opener/unlocker

16. Shield so Vagatha doesn’t stab me when I go into her room in the middle of the night.

17. Way to remove pornographic images from my brain.

18. SAFE bug killer for Niffty? So less knives

19. Way to remove Valentino from this plane of existence.

20. A safe, loving family for Charlotte.

21. Cookies for the king!!

22. Mechanical duck to get in the king’s favor!

23. Way to fix Father-Daughter relationship? (They did this themselves nevermind)

24. Protection from Radio Demon??

25. Device to get the cat and spider to talk about their feelings so I can stop third wheeling.

26. New wall? Make it indestructible.

27. Flowers Chocolates A bomb for Cherri??

28. Way to break demonic contracts for Angel (and also Husk??)

29. Hangover cure.

30. Prosthetic wings for Vagatha (nevermind she has her own sometimes? Would she want ones for when she doesn’t??)

31. Reinforcements for the building

32. Battle armor for the Eggies

33. Angel killing bullets, bombs, knives, teeth?? And cards??

34. General uniform

35. A moat

36. Poem for Cherri?

37. Angel suggested I added “the courage to actually ask Cherri out,” which I must say is sadly accurate.

38. New egg bois? Or way to resurrect the old ones??

39. Evil but still angelic clothing??

40. Way to communicate with Hell

41. Gift to show affection for Cherri and let her know I’m alive.

42. Way to show memories from Hell for Emily and Molly to see (a device may already exist??)

43. Family reunion for Angel (Anthony??) and Molly.

44. A way to get back home.

[starsjulia]

angel chapter three // angels army

masterlist

a/n : some bits of angel and leah’s team mates!

warnings : cancer, hair loss due to cancer, stilly a fluffy chapter though

Angel’s treatment had fallen into a rhythm that Leah had come to dread: chemo sessions, scans, and days spent fighting fatigue so intense it seemed to weigh on Angel’s tiny body. Through it all, Angel remained brave, finding little sparks of joy where she could, even on the hardest days. Leah never left her side, always ready with a soothing word or a comforting hug. But no one could fight a battle like this alone, and Leah wasn’t about to try.

The Arsenal family had rallied around Leah and Angel from the moment they’d heard the diagnosis. To them, Leah wasn’t just a teammate—she was family. What she and Angel were going through affected all of them. Their bond was built on more than just football; it extended into every part of their lives, from shared victories and defeats to birthdays, celebrations, and now, this struggle.

It started with small gestures: Lia organizing meal deliveries so Leah wouldn’t have to worry about cooking after long hospital stays, Jen setting up a schedule to make sure that one of the team was always there to sit with Angel during her treatments, giving Leah moments to step outside, stretch her legs, or just clear her mind. Each visit brought something special—a new book, a small plush toy, or Angel’s favorite snacks. They wanted her to feel like the world outside the hospital hadn’t forgotten her.

Katie made it a point to visit often, always arriving with a grin and some new story to tell. One afternoon, she brought Angel a handmade bracelet in Arsenal colors, woven with little beads that spelled out “Angel.” She knelt beside the bed and placed it gently around Angel’s wrist.

“Now you have a lucky charm,” Katie said, her voice full of cheer. “Every time you look at it, remember that the whole team is cheering you on, okay?”

Angel nodded, her eyes wide with admiration. She looked down at the bracelet, then back up at Katie. “Thank you, Auntie Katie,” she whispered, her voice small but steady. The smile that followed was like a tiny ray of sunshine breaking through the grey.

Beth showed up with a small portable projector one evening, and together with Leah, they transformed the hospital room into a makeshift movie theater. They played some of Angel’s favorite films, even projecting old Arsenal matches on the wall. Angel lay in bed, eyes sparkling as she watched her mum on the screen, moving effortlessly up and down the pitch. “You’re so fast, Mummy,” she murmured in awe, as Leah sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her daughter’s shoulders.

“Not as fast as you’re going to be when you’re better,” Leah replied, pressing a kiss to the top of Angel’s head.

Other teammates brought touches of home into the sterile hospital environment. Lotte came with fresh flowers every week—sunflowers mostly, because Angel had once told her they were the happiest kind. “They’re like little suns,” Angel had said, and Lotte always made sure to pick out the brightest ones.

Viviparous had come by, carrying an Arsenal scarf that the supporters had signed after a home game. She draped it over Angel’s lap with a soft smile. “The fans wanted you to have this,” Viv said, her voice gentle. “They know you’re fighting, and they’re with you every step of the way.”

The scarf became a comfort item for Angel, something she wrapped around herself on the days when the chemotherapy made her feel like she was floating somewhere far away.

Leah’s parents were also a constant source of support. Her mum took over bedtime stories, coming up with tales of courageous knights who played football with magic powers. Her dad, never one to show much emotion, spent hours at the hospital playing card games with Angel, his gruff exterior melting away as he laughed with his granddaughter.

But the hardest part was when Angel began to lose her hair. At first, it came out in small strands that tangled in Leah’s fingers when she brushed it. Then, clumps began to fall, leaving bald patches that became more prominent with each passing week. One evening, Leah brought a pair of clippers to the hospital. Her heart pounded as she turned them on and heard the low buzz fill the room.

“You know, a lot of footballers shave their heads,” Leah said as she knelt down beside her daughter, who sat on the edge of the hospital bed. “And you’re still our little superstar, no matter what.”

Angel looked up at her, her blue eyes wide with trust. “Like Mummy?”

Leah nodded, fighting to keep her voice from trembling. “Like Mummy,” she agreed. She was halfway through shaving Angel’s hair when Kim and Lia walked in, carrying two small beanie hats they’d brought from the Arsenal shop. They sat down on either side of Angel, showing her how to fold the hats just right so they fit snugly over her bare head.

When Leah was finished, Angel examined herself in the mirror, adjusting the hat over her scalp. “I still look like me, don’t I?” she asked quietly.

Leah’s breath caught in her throat as she met her daughter’s gaze in the mirror. “You look exactly like you,” she said, her voice soft but unwavering. “And you are beautiful.”

To lift Angel’s spirits further, the Arsenal team organized a surprise for her. They set up a live video call during one of their training sessions. Each player took a moment to send Angel a message. They all wore special training shirts with “Angel’s Army” written across the front, and when Angel saw the words, her whole face lit up with excitement.

“Baby, you see that?” Leah said, wrapping an arm around her daughter’s shoulders as they watched the screen together. “They’re playing for you today, love.”

Angel’s eyes shone as she watched Leah’s teammates wave at her through the screen, each sending their love. When Leah looked at her daughter’s face, she saw not a patient in a hospital bed but a warrior with an unbreakable spirit.

The support didn’t stop there. Arsenal fans started raising funds for pediatric cancer charities and dedicated banners to Angel at matches. The Emirates Stadium became a place of solidarity for Angel, with chants of “Angel’s Army” ringing through the stands. Even though she couldn’t be there in person, Angel felt the warmth of every cheer and every sign that spelled out her name.

In those moments, Leah realized just how powerful the Arsenal family truly was. It wasn’t just a club—it was a community that stretched far beyond the pitch, rallying around them in the darkest of times. For Leah, seeing that unyielding support helped strengthen her resolve. This fight wasn’t just hers, nor just Angel’s—it belonged to everyone who had ever cheered for Arsenal, who had believed in them.

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