#diagonal checkerboard floor

[inspiredlivingspaces]

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[butchsophiewalten]

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Another single-page update. the main page has updated with this image:

This is that diagonal checkerboard pattern that's usually associated with Bon's Burgers. the floor in K-9 looks different. There's also Bon's gross little foot covering on the floor. He's like cinderella.

I like this one, because depending on your screen brightness settings you might be able to see the Hidden Thing already, but you can brighten the screen to get something more like this:

There he is! Lurking in the darkness....

#the walten files

[miraculouswolf99]

Miraculous Dueling Chapter Two

Chapter Two: First Day At The Academy

Adrien was practically vibrating in his seat as his bodyguard took him to his new school. There was nothing else in the entire world that would make him more excited than he was at that very moment. His first day at an actual school. A duel school where he would be able to learn and practice something that he was actually passionate about. 

His father, of course, had not been happy that he had gone behind his back to sign up for the school. But, Adrien doubted that anything ever could make his father happy since he was always looking for improvement in basically everything around him. His father was also not the biggest fan of dueling. He was the owner of a fashion company, after all, not a dueling one. However, Adrien was able to talk him into letting him stay enrolled at the school by bringing up the connection to his mother and how she and Adrien used to duel a lot. So, Gabriel allowed him to stay enrolled to keep the connection to his mother alive. One of the few times that Adrien was able to win any type of argument with his father. Okay, if he was being honest with himself, it was really the literal first time he ever won an argument with his father.

When he arrived at the school, Adrien was very intrigued by how the school actually looked. The exterior of the school is tan with a slate blue cobblestone roof. The building is three stories tall.

The front of the building has eight large arched windows, each slightly inset with a striped design above them. The steps leading up to the entrance door widen as they approach the sidewalk and vice versa towards the entrance. The double entrance doors are dark oak, with gray handles. Above the doors is a white banner with a red outline hanging down. Above the banner are four rectangular windows, a large circular window, and a smaller circular window on each side.

The central portion of the school is an open-air courtyard. The entrance to the courtyard has a diagonal black and white checkerboard pattern, with a slate cream under this design. On either side of the entrance doors are a wooden bench and two chalkboards. Along one side wall of this area is a door leading to a utility room. The nurse's office, which a placard indicates is handicap-accessible, is located along the opposite sidewall.

The courtyard is made up of slate-gray concrete, with white lines painted on to make a basketball court. On either side of the courtyard is a basketball hoop hanging by a white rope. There is also a set of green metal stairs on either side of the courtyard, leading up to the second-floor rooms. Next to the stairs are green support pillars, supporting the platforms above.

Around the perimeter of the courtyard are various rooms, including locker rooms with adjoining bathrooms, and several classrooms, among them a science classroom.

The second floor has a green overhang, cream slate walls, and thin green metal pillars for structural support of the overhang. The platform jutting out from the wall, designed to allow people to get around the second floor, is made of green metal.

The second floor also has the entrances to the various classrooms, including an art studio room. Most of the classrooms have large windows and a birch door. Other rooms have no inward windows and a dark oak door with a window. At the bottom left of the stairs leading to the library is the headmaster's office.

The third floor at the front of the school has only one room, the library. The stairs leading up to the library are a light slate cream, with a slate orange and light brown banister. Just underneath the slight overhang of the banister are small white stone rectangles, positioned evenly throughout. Just at the apex of the two stairs is a stone design of a fleur-de-lis, with a downward-facing bow and flowers within the bow. The doors to the library are dark oak, with large windows and no discernible handles.

The third floor along the school's rear perimeter houses the cafeteria. Access to the cafeteria was shown to be via stairs from the first-floor courtyard.

Adrien was glad that Natalie had given him a map of the school. Otherwise, he would just have been completely lost. And by the look of the school, it certainly was big enough for it to be a duel school.

Now, the only problem that Adrien had was making friends since he knew no one around him. He reached into his bag and held his deck in its deck case. It comforted him. He knew that he was a good duelist, but it was more the memories of dueling with his mother that actually comforted him.

Adrien walked into the school as nervous as ever. He could already see a lot of students that were already there, just hanging out before class started. He kept his head down so that he was not mobbed by fans. He was not there for attention, he was there just to be a student.

Looking around, he was glad that no one had seemed to notice him yet. It gave him the chance to look around a bit before he would go to class. And he definitely noticed the wide range of people around. There was a blond girl, with two long ponytails, that was dressed almost like she had turned the sky into a dress with it being a blue dress covered in cloud designs. She was talking with a black-haired boy in a red sweatshirt that also looked to be wearing a rainbow shirt while also having painted nails. Looking another way, he saw a short girl with dark pink hair that looked to be dressed as some type of skater and she appeared to be arguing with a really tall boy in a red and white short-sleeved sweatshirt who looked to be very athletic. There was also a girl with ombre-designed brown and red hair that was staring at her phone, a boy that seemed to be doing small magic tricks for a short blond girl dressed entirely in pink, and many other types of students around.

Adrien certainly never had been around so many types of people before. He was usually only ever with other models and they typically were all very similar to him since models had to all be the same skinny and beautiful body type. Seeing all of the unique people around made him smile.

The ironic thing about him looking around him so much was that he was not actually watching where he was going. So, he ended up walking right into someone.

"I am so sorry," Adrien apologized immediately.

"Why am I not surprised that I would be the one you would run into, Adrien," a familiar voice said.

Adrien finally looked at who he had bumped into and it was Lyon. Vallia was close by. It made Adrien start to wonder if the two of them ever willingly separated. He knew they were twins, but they still spent a lot of time together.

"Oh, Lyon," Adrien breathed a sigh of relief that he had not bumped into a bully or a rabid fan. "Sorry about that. I wasn't watching where I was going."

"I can see that," Lyon said. "You seem a lot more interested in the school than most other new students would be."

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Well, to be honest, I did not go to any type of school before here," Adrien admitted. "I have been homeschooled my entire life. Tutors were brought in by my dad to teach me. Along with a tutor to teach me Chinese, a piano teacher, and a private fencing instructor as well."

"That is a lot to place onto one person," Vallia said. "Especially onto a teenager."

"My father knows what's best for me," Adrien shrugged. "Besides, he's allowing me to go to the duel academy, so I'm fine."

That made the twins share a look with each other. What Adrien was saying was really ringing some alarm bells in their heads. But, they did not know Adrien that well yet, so they were going to take a "wait and see" approach to this.

"So, who is your main teacher, Adrien," Vallia asked, changing the subject.

Adrien pulled out his school schedule. "Some teacher called Bustier."

Both Lyon and Vallia had to fight not to let out some groans. They were obviously not fans of the teacher.

"Well, lucky for you that she is also our teacher," Lyon tells him. "And believe me when I say that you need luck when in that class."

"Huh," Adrien was confused.

There was then a hyper and loud girlish shriek. The kind that would more likely be heard at a boyband concert than inside of a dueling school. But, with a literal model now attending the school, it made sense for someone to make that noise. And since there is only one girl that could sound like a complete brat while letting out an excited shriek, the twins knew exactly who it was.

"You are about to find out in about three... two... one," Vallia counted down.

Adrien was then basically tackled by a very excited blond girl. And judging by Adrien's face, he knew who she was as well.

"Adrikins," Chloe Bourgeois, the spoiled brat of the school, shouted as she was the one that was tightly hugging Adrien. "You're actually here!"

"Oh... Uh... Hi, Chloe," Adrien was visually uncomfortable with how she was hugging him. "But can you let go, please? I told you that I don't like it when you do this to me."

"You're so silly, Adrikins," Chloe completely brushed off what he just said. "You love me and you know it."

"He said to let him go, Chloe," Lyon glared at the blond girl. "You really need to learn to listen to something other than the sound of your own voice."

Adrien almost jumped when he heard Lyon's voice. It was different than before. It was so cold and icy. It was as if he could cause a case of frostbite just from speaking to someone like that. Very different from the previous gentle and kind voice that he had been using before. It was like his entire personality had done a complete 180 twist.

"Don't make me call daddy," Chloe threatened Lyon.

But the icy teen only rolled his eyes in response. Vallia also did not look impressed by the threat at all.

"You have tried that threat lots of times on me, Chloe," Lyon says. "It did not work, then, and it will not work now."

"Your dad may be the mayor of this city, but what use can he be against those that have three other governments behind their backs," Vallia also sounded a little colder than usual.

Chloe glared at them but did not say anything else to them. She turned back to Adrien with some very fake sweet eyes.

"Come on, Adrikins," Chloe latched herself onto Adrien's arm and started trying to pull him in another direction. "I can have Sabrina show you around. I would do it, but playing tour guide is for commoners."

"Chloe, let go," Adrien finally pulled his arm from her grip. "I can find my way around myself just fine. Thanks for the offer, though."

Chloe pouted like a child that was just denied the candy bar that they wanted.

"Suit yourself, Adrikins," she said. "But make sure to stay close to me since I am the best student in this WHOLE school." 

The twins rolled their eyes, clearly thinking something completely different. They definitely were not fans of Chloe and they made it very clear.

"I'll... uh... think about it," Adrien turned her down in the nicest way possible by making it seem like he would just think about it.

That clearly had gone right over Chloe's head as her smile at Adrien did not falter at all.

"I'll see you in class, Adrikins," Chloe walked off.

Lyon and Vallia both gave Adrien looks that were very obvious questions as to why he had let Chloe hold onto him even after he told her to let go. He had obviously not liked it and had told her as such. But the look on his face when she refused to let go and brushed off what he had said about not liking it said that he had expected her to act like that.

"Chloe's family has been friends with mine for a long time," Adrien explained. "I've known her since we were in diapers."

"That doesn't give her the right to treat you like that," Vallia said. "She was treating you like a piece of meat that belonged to her."

"Chloe is not that bad," Adrien said. "She is just really friendly with me."

"Yeah, so friendly that I felt the need to get a crowbar to get her off of you," Lyon rolled his eyes. "We better get to class before the bell rings."

He walked off. Vallia and Adrien followed him, but the blond model could not help but look at  Vallia as they did.

"Is Lyon alright," he asked her. "He acted... well... cold when Chloe showed up."

"Behold, your first meeting with the Ice Prince, Adrien," Vallia tells him.

"Ice Prince," Adrien was confused.

"Lyon is a very private person," Vallia explained. "We come from a very rich family and you are aware that our card shop is the most popular in the city, maybe even the whole country."

"Let me guess, you guys always have people trying to warm up to you in order to try and get the best cards either for a discount or for free," Adrien guessed.

"You have no idea how much that it happens," Vallia sighed.

"I was aware of Lyon's nickname already, but I figured that it was more because of his style and how he does sound a little cold when he talks," Adrien says. "Plus, I also know what it feels like to be used because of some fans wanting me just for my looks or my money instead of wanting me for me."

"That is always what is hard for us," Vallia said. "We hardly ever know who to really trust because of how we have money, connections, and other things that people would want to take advantage of."

"Trust takes years to build, but moments to destroy," Adrien was sure he heard that quote from somewhere before.

Vallia nodded. "It's why Lyon is an Ice Prince. Not only to keep away those that would use us for what we have but to also make sure bullies do not mess with him. He has been burned by broken trust before and he has not been the same since."

"He was not like that with me," Adrien was confused as to why he did not get the Ice Prince when he first met Lyon.

"I am sure that Lyon also told you that he is good at reading people," Vallia said. "He probably saw that you were not like others and would not take advantage of him. It most likely helps that as a model, he would know that you would have the same type of trust issues as him."

"It's not that I have trust issues," Adrien said. "If anything, I trust too easily. That's what my cousin Felix says, anyway. But, I am just wary of strangers just coming up to me and instantly trying to be my friend."

"Well, at least you know not to trust everyone," Vallia giggled.

The two of them and Lyon all walked into the classroom together. It certainly was a big room and Adrien actually liked how it seemed like a very light and friendly environment because of the large windows that let in so much light. He also liked how big the desks were since that allowed for a lot of space to lay out cards in order to make strategies as well as to do all normal school work too.

Adrien looked at all the students that were in the classroom already as well as the ones that were coming in. There was the pink-haired girl, athletic boy, and ombre-haired girl that he had noticed before, plus the blond girl that was in all pink. But there were also nine other students in the room. And that included Chloe and her best friend Sabrina. There was also a goth girl, a tall boy in a skull shirt, a red-headed boy whose hair covered one of his eyes, a girl with rainbow hair, a boy wearing headphones on his head, a boy that looks like a nerd stereotype from a high school movie, and a blue-haired girl carrying a box that looked like it had come from a bakery.

All in all, it was a very interesting class.

"Nino," Vallia called out to the boy with headphones. "We have a new kid in class. This is Adrien. Since Aurore is in Mendeleiev's class this year, you have a free seat next to you. Do you mind?"

"Not at all, dudette," the now-named Nino smiled at Vallia.

But then Chloe latched herself onto Adrien once again. It made Vallia seriously start considering going out and getting a crowbar. Even if she could not actually get her hands off of him with it, she would be more than happy to knock Chloe out with it and get her hands off him that way. 

"My Adrikins will be sitting with me," she declared.

"But...But I sit next to you, Chloe," Sabrina looked really upset at just being thrown out of her seat like that.

Chloe ignored her. "Come on, Adrikins."

"Chloe, stop," Adrien tried pulling his arm away from her again. "I am perfectly fine with sitting next to Nino. I decided to come to school because I wanted to make friends."

"You will be much happier sitting next to me than some commoner loser," Chloe refused to let go of him again.

"Chloe, you can either let him go and let him sit where he wants, or I will beat you a lot faster than last time if we duel again," Lyon threatened her.

Chloe actually let Adrien go, but to turn to Lyon. He did not even blink at the glare that she sent his way.

"You only beat me because you got lucky," Chloe yelled at him.

"Then I also must have gotten lucky the other dozen times we dueled as well," Lyon had on a very icy smirk.

Adrien used the opportunity to slip into the spot next to Nino before Chloe had a chance to grab onto him again. He caught Sabrina's eye and she gave him a smile and a nod as a silent "thank you" for not letting Chloe just throw her out of her seat like that.

"Is it always like this," Adrien asked Nino as he saw Chloe failing to get under Lyon's skin.

"More or less," Nino shrugged. "Think of it like a welcoming to the class since no one is ever really welcomed until they witness one of Chloe's temper tantrums."

"Things will never be boring around here, will they," Adrien asked him.

"You have no idea," Nino chuckled, patting him on the back. "Just wait until  duel practice starts."

That was definitely something Adrien looked forward to.

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[anauro]

thats so weird i have no idea what i think regs apartment looks like apart from the hallway which is a paris apartment i saw once that has light green walls and it has diagonal checkerboard tiling for the floor in the foyer and it’s cracked- it should be fixed but it’s not and walburga always complains ab it. also there’s glass around the door like above the door and a beam of wood between the glass and the door- one of those doors

this made absolutely no sense sorry

No, dude that makes perfect sense!!!!

I always imagined carpet in the hallway, but why would Regulus put carpet where people walk in with dirty shoes???

It makes so much sense to have tiles and yes, one is cracked and that’s the one he trips over when Shawn brings him home in ch21 and he ends up in James’ arms!! Walburga does hate it and, truth be told, so does Regulus cause he’s a perfectionist, but he loves pissing off his mother in any small way…

Sirius trips over it every time too and swears a lot when he does, but Reg just shrugs his shoulders.

The only one who hasn’t yet fallen victim to the tile is James and he actually finds it quite adorable 🥰

Thank you for sharing this, dude: this is definitely canon now!!!

#roc answers #drugs and surgical scrubs #dass #jegulus fanfiction #dass headcanons

[canadiandynamicflooring]

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What is vinyl flooring?

Vinyl flooring is a type of resilient flooring made from synthetic materials, including PVC (polyvinyl chloride) and fiberglass. It is a popular choice for homeowners because it is durable, water-resistant, and easy to clean.

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Vinyl flooring has several benefits that make it an attractive option for homeowners. These include:

Durability: Vinyl flooring can withstand heavy foot traffic and is resistant to scratches, stains, and dents.

Water-resistance: Vinyl flooring is water-resistant, making it an excellent option for kitchens, bathrooms, and basements.

Easy to clean: Vinyl flooring is easy to clean and maintain, requiring only regular sweeping and occasional mopping.

Affordability: Vinyl flooring is an affordable option compared to other flooring types, such as hardwood and tile.

Types of vinyl flooring

There are two types of vinyl flooring: sheet vinyl and vinyl plank flooring.

Sheet vinyl comes in large rolls and is installed in one piece, making it an excellent option for areas with minimal seams, such as bathrooms and kitchens. It is available in a range of colors, patterns, and designs.

Vinyl plank flooring, also known as luxury vinyl plank (LVP) flooring, is designed to mimic the look of hardwood flooring. It comes in individual planks that can be installed using a click-and-lock system or glue-down method.

Vinyl flooring and design

One of the advantages of vinyl flooring is its ability to mimic the look of other flooring types, including hardwood, tile, and stone. This makes it a versatile option for homeowners who want the look of these flooring types without the cost and maintenance.

Vinyl flooring is available in a range of colors, patterns, and textures, making it easy to find a style that matches your home decor. It can also be installed in various patterns, including diagonal, herringbone, and checkerboard, to add visual interest to your space.

Installing vinyl flooring

Installing vinyl flooring is a relatively easy process that can be done by a professional or a homeowner with some DIY experience. The installation method depends on the type of vinyl flooring you choose.

Sheet vinyl is installed in one piece and requires precise measurements and cutting to fit the space. It is recommended that a professional installer handles sheet vinyl installation.

Vinyl plank flooring is installed using a click-and-lock system or a glue-down method. The click-and-lock system is easy to install and can be done by a homeowner with some DIY experience. The glue-down method requires more preparation and is recommended that a professional installer handles the installation.

Maintenance of vinyl flooring

Vinyl flooring is easy to maintain and requires minimal effort. Here are some tips to keep your vinyl flooring looking its best:

Sweep or vacuum regularly to remove dirt and debris.

Wipe up spills immediately to prevent stains.

Use a damp mop with a mild cleaning solution to clean the floor.

Avoid using abrasive cleaners and scrubbers, as they can damage the surface of the floor.

Conclusion

Vinyl flooring is an excellent option for homeowners who want a durable, affordable, and versatile flooring option. With its ability to mimic the look of other flooring types and its ease of maintenance, vinyl flooring can bring your Ajax home to life. Whether you choose sheet vinyl or vinyl plank flooring, you can be sure that you are making a wise investment in your home

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how can you find Right direction lay your hardwood flooring ?

Everyone agrees that hardwood flooring is universally gorgeous. But not everyone agrees on the direction that hardwood flooring should be laid. As with every update you make to your home, it is important to take a step back and consider your options. Vertical, horizontal, herringbone, diagonal - you have a number of choices for how your floor is laid as well as other factors to consider.

The most common way to lay hardwood flooring is by aligning the planks parallel to the longest wall. Apart from a few exceptions like sagging joists, this is the preferred direction to lay wood floors because it aesthetically provides the best result. But there are other options. With every choice you will want to consider not only each individual room but also your entire floor plan so that your flooring looks cohesive as you move from room to room.

Light Source

One of the factors to consider when you are installing new hardwood flooring is your light source. If your room has a great deal of natural light, you may want to consider running the boards in the direction of the light. Because if your planks are run perpendicular to the light source, the light will run across each individual joint and any slight variation in the height of the boards will show up and cast a small shadow. Running your wood planks in the same direction as the light source eliminates this problem and results in a better looking floor.

Straight/Vertical

Typically, hardwood floors are laid in a straight pattern. To achieve this look, planks are installed parallel to each other along the length of your room. Classic and stylish, this pattern is tried and true, and works with virtually any design aesthetic. A straight pattern can also lengthen the look of a room. In most homes, if you run a straight pattern lengthwise from your front door all the way to the back it will make your hallway appear longer as opposed to a horizontal pattern running across which may end up looking like a ladder.

Horizontal/Side to Side

If your room is more narrow, you might opt to run your flooring horizontally — making the space appear larger than it really is. Installing your flooring horizontally will draw the eye from side to side, creating a greater perception of space.

Herringbone

In the traditional herringbone pattern, wood planks are laid in a diagonal zigzag pattern. Herringbone is one of those classic looks that will never go out of style and makes a statement in just about any space. There are a couple of things to consider with this option. Due to the complexity of the design, you will want to make sure that your installer is experienced in creating this type of pattern. You will also want to remember that due to the way that the pattern is precisely cut there will be some additional waste which will increase your cost slightly.

Diagonal

Diagonal floors add interest to a room without taking a huge leap from straight flooring. Installing hardwood on a diagonal can have a tremendous visual impact on the room’s look, making the space feel larger and longer.

Pattern

There are an endless number of flooring designs that can be achieved by laying the wood planks in repeated geometric patterns. A pattern can be a simple offset or can be a more complicated parquet floor pattern with the appearance of a checkerboard or other design modules. Although a pattern requires careful planning, it can be a wow-worthy feature in your home.

Random Width

Random pattern installations involve a mixture of boards that are different widths, although they are actually a straight-forward parallel design. This hardwood flooring pattern enables you to choose the ratio of wide and narrow boards, resulting in a uniquely customized look. This pattern works will when your goal is to achieve a more rustic feel.

Become inspired by browsing our collection of hardwood flooring options here.

The way that your hardwood is installed can have an amazing impact the look and  feel of your home. From planning and design to tear-out and install, our Flooring Experts are here to help you every step of the way to complete your project and achieve your goals.

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[cnstv]

December 25, Rincón, Puerto Rico. I find the luxury of this villa we rented mysterious. The walls plastered brilliant white, arches everywhere, tile floors in a large diagonal checkerboard pattern, the double doors that open onto the sea made of teak that shimmers like whiskey, brass hardware. The furniture is of darker wood, it is richly but not exuberantly ornamented, with rattan covering. Two floors, upstairs a giant bed with canopy, from which thin white veils hang, downstairs the terrace with a small pool, whose steps start just below the threshold of the double door. It is illuminated in two levels – either constant yellow-orange, or in fluently changing colors.

If it were just a matter of pulling together enough aesthetics to justify the price, you'd need less. It wouldn't have been necessary to prepare a dinner for us, with double cutlery and double plates, cloth napkins and the food next to them in plastic boxes, an orchid on the table, champagne and a cake from the best bakery in Puerto Rico, Someone must have a joy in it, a passion for it that goes beyond the mere need to make money from it.

Stars extremely clear, even Milky Way, although pool and terrace lit and the lights of Mayaguez on the horizon. Orion unusually vertical above us. And iguanas in the garden this morning. They glide across the lawn like streamlines, slender as an arrow, almost a meter long. Then we see one sitting motionless under bushes at the edge of the garden, which I, because huge, at first think is a mockup, but it is alive, eyeing us intently, and then shuffling off into the undergrowth.

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CHAPTER 3 - Bond

Pairing: Talbott Winger x Fem!reader (as adults)

Timeline: after Hogwarts, different universe

Summary: You get closer while playing chess - you enjoyed your time with Talbott so much that you decided to go visit him the next day. 

Wordcount: 2.5k (this one is quite long)

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“Do you have a game here that we could play?“ You've squirmed on a wooden chair several times in the last ten minutes. The wooden cottage you were both in was modest but cozy furnished. To your right was a small fireplace that kept the room warm. Next to it was stacked firewood in a neat pyramid. There was a shaggy rug on the floor, the walls were decorated with shelves full of books, and by the left wall was a bed that looked too much like a bird's nest. It was twice as big as yours with a mattress and a fluffy pillow. You didn't notice the blankets. At the last wall was a kitchen with a door that probably led to the bathroom.

Talbott gave you time to take a good look at his home, and when you looked at him again, he asked you to sit down at the table. As the right host he tried to be, he offered you something to drink, after which you asked for tea. Then you both remained silent except for a "thank you for the tea" and "you're welcome". You tried to figure out anything you could talk about, but nothing occurred to you - and so you got into a situation where you asked about the game.

“I have an old wizard chess set.“ Talbott rose from his seat across from you and walked over to one of the lockers from which he pulled the checkerboard. He was right, it was old - in several places the paint was peeling off the figures. Still, you enthusiastically reached for one pawn of each color and hid them in your palms. As you shuffled their position under the table several times, you pulled your hands over the table directly in front of Talbott. 

“Choose one.” You said excitedly.

“You wanna play?” He asked you doubtfully. He didn't remember the last time he played chess with anyone. Or any other game. He had lived in the woods alone for several years, not having any contact whatsoever expect for the animals. He liked animals since they couldn’t speak and were loyal once you earned their trust. So the idea of playing a game with someone seemed to him weird but exciting.

“Duh. Unless you have a better idea how to kill time.“ You snorted at him watching as his hand reached towards yours, his fingers brushing against your palm like a shooting summer wind. Just like that you started playing. You definitely didn't consider yourself a master, but you knew the rules as well as a few clever moves. You used all the dirty tricks you knew and you won in the end. You watched with amusement how your knight blocked his king smashing it into pieces as his eyebrows cringed in obvious frustration. 

“One more time.” He said, and before you could answer, he reached for all his figures and began to deploy them to their rightful place. A faint laugh escaped your mouth, yet you imitated his movements: “Do you want to lose again?” You teased him. He glared at you, pursed his lips, and growled, "I plan to win." 

You just shook your head in amusement and watched him move his g-pawn up two squares. You knew he certainly wouldn't know a Fool's Mate - the move your friend Murphy beat you in five seconds when he first taught you how to play chess. And when he moved his f-pawn up one square you had him. He had made the same mistake as you once did - by moving his f-pawn he made a clearing to his king and you moved your queen diagonally, attacking his king. 

“Checkmate.” You said sweetly and winked at him as he looked at you with a disbelieving look on his face.

“That’s not fair!” He exclaimed in bewilderment. The shocked look made you laugh hysterically. “How could you do that to me! You must have cheated. I'm requesting another game.“ 

“And why sould I do that? I won honesty.” You knew how frustrated he felt, but you enjoyed teasing him. You couldn’t help but stare at the way he pushed his lips out into a cute pout. 

“Because...” You watched him try to come up with an acceptable reason for you to agree. The fact that seeing him enjoying himself was enough reason for you to continue, you didn't tell him. “Because... The loser will have to fulfill one wish of the winner.“ He said finally.

“Any kind of wish?“

“Anything the winner wants.“ He answers in the affirmative. This piqued your interest so with a simple "sure" you started the next game.

During your many games, you learned a lot about the handsome young man; he  is surprisingly competitive, he had a relentless determination; the expression to give up did not exist in his vocabulary and he was incredibly receptive and clever. It was enough for him to see some move once in order to devise a way to defend himself against it. He never repeated the same mistake twice. 

“HA!” He shouted as he surrounded your king leaving no opening to escape his rook. “Checkmate!” He tossed his hands triumphantly in the air, pumping his wists up and down in sheer excitement. A smile spread across your face as you saw his wide smile showing his teeth.

“Congratulations!” You applaud him and inhale for your next sentence: “So what is your wish?” Talbott raised his eyebrows in surprise. 

“What I want? I owe you like what... Five wishes?” He scratched the side of his head while tilting it to one side. You waved your hand dismissively: “I don't even know what to ask you. Probably just an opportunity to play with you again someday.”

“Would you really want that?” He asks with obvious disbelief in his voice. The thought of him thinking so little of himself hurt your heart. Does he really think he doesn't deserve your time and attention? You have probably never met anyone with such a pure heart and a friendly nature to a stranger. Just what have happened to him to isolate himself from all humanity?

“Yes. I had a lot of fun with you which I haven't experienced in a long time.“ You answer truthfully, and with a painful sting in your heart, you watch a faint smile spread across his reddened face. He deserve so much more, you think.

“I had fun too. So if you really wish this... Consider it granted.” The whisper hesitantly leaves his lips, and though to anyone else it would seem like nothing more than courtesy, you know just as well as he does that it’s a promise that will fulfill. “You still have four more wishes though.” He didn't forget to add and with a pleasing feeling spreading inside of him he watched your face glow up with happines.

“No matter how many times you lost today, you eventually won. And that means I owe you one wish.” You watch his inner struggle take place in silence. He looks like he's in pain, so you're ready to tell him it's nothing binding, to not worry about it, when his gentle voice speaks first.

“Then... Stay here tonight. With me.” You stared at him stunned in surprise. His words played through your head like a broken spinning top. Did you hear right or is your mind playing tricks on you? When you didn't answer for a long time, Talbott panicked and quickly tried to find an excuse to correct his previous mistake. I crossed the line was the only thing he could think of now.

“I mean... The manticore is still lurking outside and it would be to risky... I mean to dangerous for you to go outside and its already past midnight and Hogsmeade is from here far away and whats more...“

“I would love to.” You jump into his frenzied speech. You watch a slightly surprised and nervous little smile appear on his face for a brief moment. For those few seconds, he looked like the cutest being in the world. However, his smile disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

“It's late, you should go to bed.” He utters while busiing his hands by putting away the chessboard. You watched him retreat, his broad back hidden by his massive wings.

“But what about you?” You ask ready to argue with him - by no means will you take his bed while he sleeps on the ground.

“I'm going to keep watch. Even though we're safe up here in front of the manticore, there are more dangerous creatures lurking outside this late at night.“ There is resistance in his voice that makes it clear he refuses to argue with you about this. He will overcome the short distance that divides you and will stand right in front of you, looking straight at you. Only now did you realize so closely how giant he really is. He was at least a head and a half taller - your body proportions are meticulous compared to him. You couldn't resist your wandering thoughts, imagining what it would be like to hide on his chest embraced with his firm arms. You're sure you wouldn't be even seen.

“So we will take turns. I'll take the first watch and you'll in the meantime catch some sleep.” You suggest, even though you knew from his relentless attitude, that he would vehemently reject your offer.

“No. Go sleep. Plus, eagles are nocturnal creatures. You don't have to worry.“ You felt the fatigue sign on you more and more, you couldn't help but yawn. “I know my bed doesn't look very tempting but I promise it's comfortable. I tried to create it just like I saw other birds do. I thought it was... appropriate. If you know what I mean.” He nodded toward his wings. You nodded in understanding.

“Thank you for everything you have done for me today. I really appreciate it.” You give him a sincere smile and you are happy to watch him reciprocate. 

“Go on.” He ushered you to his bed and you watched him disappear through the front door into the cold evening. You lay down on his soft bed and was pleased to find that it smelled just like him. Your last thought was about Talbott and what you could do for him in return as a thank you for saving your life. You suppressed the fact that he was your target, not feeling quite ready to kill him.

You fell into the realm of dreams almost as soon as your head touched the soft pillow. Dreams passed you that night and you had a good night's sleep. You only came out of the dream realm once when you woke up because of the cold. However, before you could fully wake up and perceive your surroundings, a warm blanket as soft as feathers fell on you. 

*Time skip*

In the morning you woke up accompanied by a soft clink of dishes in the kitchen. You got up and rubbed your eyes; Talbott stood with his back to you, preparing breakfast. You couldn't help but be happy about how domestic he seemed at the moment, unbothered and relaxed.

“Do you need help?” You cleared your voice yet it still sounded raspy. He looked at you and smiled involuntarily when he noticed how disheveled your hair was. “No need. Come eat.” He invited you and laid a bowl of fruit, greased bread and hot tea on the table. You accepted with science and during the meal you had a small talk with Talbott. You realized that it's actually easy to talk to him, even though he often liked to use metaphors which confused you. 

“I forgot to ask you yesterday but is your back alright?” You looked up at him thinking for a minute what he meant by it. But then you remembered how the manticora attacked your back. 

“Yeah, I'm fine. My clothes got torn but I'm alright. It was nothing terrible what Reparo wouldn't fix.“ You gave him a small smile. You had too many protection spells around you for one attack to destroy them. 

You eventually left Talbott's home and headed to Hogsmeade. You had a report to write and you knew you had to think of something to postpone the inevitable. You didn't want to see the man who saved your life without expecting anything in return, to die. So you decided. No matter what it'll costs you or what danger you'll end up in, you'll never allow anyone to hurt Talbott. 

And so after you wrote a report to your superior in which you announced that you had to search the last perimeters of the forest, but that otherwise you did not find anything, you pulled out another parchment where you started writing to one of your best friends for help. You didn't mention anything in detail to make sure if the letter got into the wrong hands, no one'd learn about Talbott's existence. On the contrary, you wrote quite ordinary writing where you asked how he was and what he was doing for the past few days that you haven't seen each other. But with the sentence I miss our adventure, you sent him a secret message: I need your help. During the few years you were in Hogwarts together, you began to use encrypted sentences that had hidden meanings. Rakepick didn’t give you much of a choice if you wanted to search for the Cursed Vaults without her knowing about your every step.

When you sent both of your owls on their way, you set out for a city determined to find a gift for Talbott as a thank you. That way you at least had an excuse for coming back to him so soon. In fact, you wanted to see him again as soon as possible, but you felt stupid to show up the same day you left, so you spent the rest of your day shopping. You noticed that he had a lot of books on the shelves, some of them were even your former school textbooks, so you bought some thick books from which he could hopefuly gain new knowledge. 

As you walked past the jewelry store, you got an idea. Maybe it was over the line, but the possibility of seeing his smile was worth it. The store was small but relatively welcoming. Showcases with many different products were on display everywhere - from simple earrings to extravagant rings. An elderly man stood behind the counter with a friendly smile. 

“What can I do for you, darling?“ He asked you and you couldn’t help but reciprocate his kind smile. “I would be interested in buying a small pendant for a friend. Ideally in the shape of an eagle with a simple design.” The man once nodded in agreement and with a quiet: a moment of patience dear, he disappeared into the corner of his shop. He rummaged in the drawers for a moment before contentedly pulling out a bracelet and stumbled back to you.

"What do you think of this?" He asked you handing you the bracelet.

“It’s perfect.” 

To be continued

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Chess is Quiet

Characters: Chishiya Shuntaro

Genre: A little angst, but otherwise just normal Borderland business. Chishiya's just being Chishiya and watching.

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Would you believe me if I said I wrote this because my sibling bought the Sims 4 with the pet expansion pack?

Because I did. We named the cat Moo Cow. This is a story that came from us naming a Sims cat Moo Cow.

Also I mention blood and death, so be aware.

Death hung heavy in the air, people gasping their last. Some held tightly to never-ending gushing openings, light and warmth fading from their eyes. Not many still remained standing from the group that entered in the first place. The floor was smeared in blood and viscera; body parts were thrown everywhere like discarded dolls.

Chishiya stands in the relative safety of the safe zone, hands in his pocket as he surveyed the scene.

The game was simple, a game of chess with one important factor: Only those who managed to reach the other side were to live. It was not a game of capturing a king as the game usually dictates, instead solely on crossing the checkerboard floor as neatly as they can. They of course still held the mobility rules of chess, pawns only able to go diagonal to ‘capture’, knights only moving in an L shape, and so on. The positions were randomly chosen for the players, leaving nobody to try to take the best move allowance on their own terms. They also still held true to any game, everyone having to go one at a time, dictated by whoever raised their hand first from their side. The phones would always turn red when they were allowed to move.

As with a game of chess, there were opponents, other players who had the same objective. Both sides were allowed to be armed with weapons, however unable to use them until ‘capturing’ an opponent piece. Whoever was captured were fated to be killed on the spot, and if not by human hands, then by a laser or by the referee wearing a mask and wielding a chainsaw. After the first few deaths, it was random in what complimentary death would occur for a captured player. Cheating, obviously, was illegal, and led to the same fate.

Chishiya was lucky, in a sense. He got the esteemed role of the queen, allowed to move in any direction he pleased. Granted yes, it meant he would be targeted as he had the easiest way towards victory, but Chishiya wasn’t cunning for nothing, keeping track of every opposing player. The game didn’t mark players visually, leaving them unknown to others if they didn’t tell everyone their role in the game. Once moved around, it was near impossible to know who was who just by sight.

Chishiya still managed his way past every opposing player, now safely free from the confines of the checkerboard floor. He watches as those remaining stand on the board, some still holding strong and others trembling. He was currently the only one safe, although others certainly seemed close to it. He watches one of the players try to plead to let her make it to the end, hands clasped together in such a pitiful manner. This late into the game to beg? Chishiya notes her position, which wasn’t half bad considering everything.

Still, he didn’t believe the tactic would work, as removing any opposing force paves the way to safety. Chishiya is proven right not even a minute later, a man approaching her spot and swinging the axe into her neck, the blood gushing and spraying before she falls limp to the ground. Her body was roughly kicked aside to make space to continue to move, and the game continues onwards as normal.

Chishiya leans against the wall, forced to wait it out until either the remaining players all died or finally make it across. Chishiya does not look away for a second, watching each and every move. He cracks a smirk as one of the players, the poor king, steps on the tile that placed them in the path of the bishop without noticing.

The bishop does not hesitate to obtrude, and the king falls by laser. The player barely offers a glance to the corpse that now laid at their feet, whether by respect or disgust for them.

The game trails on far too long, and Chishiya decides instead of watching fools play to explore around the building they were within. It seemed to be a restaurant, chairs and table pushed around haphazardly, with barely a path through some of the mess, the game space the only pristine area free from obstructions.

The inspection turned out nothing for the man’s curiosity. Utterly boring. There was rotting foods and spoiled beverages in the kitchen area, and everything remained in disarray without a sign of any clues that Chishiya could pick up on. He could risk looking if the referee had anything of use, but the game was still in play and he didn’t bother with dealing with them when they had a weapon that could seriously harm him.

A brief glance back at the game showed decent progress, and yet no more people made it to the other end. The last few remained at what seemed to be a standstill, still grasping for survival that only lay across from them, guarded by others who wanted the same.

Chishiya takes a seat nearby to watch instead, letting his mind roam without fully absorbing himself into his thoughts. He needed to remain at least somewhat vigilant in case someone broke through to the other side and felt particularly violent despite being safe for a few more days.

His semi-absent thoughts carry him throughout the rest of the boring game, only two others actually ever making it. Their phones all chime at once, just as the referee’s head explode signaling the end, and Chishiya makes his way out, passing the lone table with the lone card. He doesn’t stop, purloining the card and tucking it in his pocket. He knows what laid on the face, a 4 of diamonds, a simple and easy game.

There was a car that waited for him, but he was the only one left to take it, the others that had been with him too stupid to be able to come back. He didn’t care, he got the card and now could ‘rest’ before he was inevitably sent out once more to continue putting his life on the line.

That was fine by him, Chishiya could easily glide by as he always had been. He turns the car on and drives off, back to the Beach, not a single distraction in sight. Calming, left him alone once more with himself.

Calm like the death that now allowed the silence that hung in the air.

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Divergent Paths:   Slip into a reality where a crucial decision you’ve made was made differently.   Meet a version of yourself that made a choice at a pivotal point in your life that differs from the choice you made.  What is their life like?   Do they regret it?   Do you wish you’d made the choice they did?  Confront what might have been to slip back to reality.  -- prompt created by @velerodra-valesinger  The mirror had appeared despite his best intentions to avoid every place he had heard the Countess and others mention they would appear, it had been easy enough to avoid the lines of magical power he felt with every pulse of his heartbeat, but unfortunately for Mavas the magic that controlled the strange area of Duskwatch seemed keen to have him be entertaining, and he had little time to stop himself as the cool portal had appeared and he had slid through it.  The first thing he felt was the carefully curated hum of arcane magic laced with light that always let him know he was home. Most Sin’dorei considered Silvermoon their home, and while he had wandered far and wide on Azeroth for work and his own personal journeys, there was something about returning to the hum of the magic that had birthed him that set him normally at ease.  This time, though, as he studied the crumbling structures of the ruined parts of the city, the paths that flitted with moving shadows he knew no doubt by name, fel eyes narrowed as he studied the road towards the Conclave. This was a homecoming...but what home would he be coming to? Reports from the others flitted in his mind, stories of facing choices, of seeing alternative paths and even whole new worlds came and went as he cycled through his options mentally. They all said the same though, they had faced whatever oddity that was this other world, and had returned. His face set with determination, Mavas began to walk. One foot in front of the other, barely disturbing the dust beneath, he stood to his full height and strode straight to the heavy wooden doors that lead into the Conclave, pushing them open and letting them close behind him with a heavy thunk before he could question his sanity too closely on returning to such a place, even in an alternative world.  It was different. The darker hallways and shadows had been illuminated by wall sconces, glowing an eerie green fire that made the rooms look ghostly in their light. There were members sitting in chairs or couches, all staring at him silently as he moved through, following the deep red carpet beneath his feet, the only carpet in a sea of black marble flooring. Mav got the unsettling feeling he had interrupted something, but that strangely enough he was expected which made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, fingers twitching faintly but managing to stay away from the hidden dagger hilts at his hips. His silent steps lead him through the room into a hall, two more rooms much the same as the first if only a change in furniture position, and then finally the black ornate doors that lead to where his ex-leader would hold his so called 'court'. Mavas had always hated the heavy dark wooden feel of the room, the raised throne and the shadowy pillars on the sides that he knew contained a dozen ways to kill him when he passed each one, the oppressive knowledge that he breathed because he was permitted had made him despise being called to this room especially, the reminder of his invisible chains had always grated to his very core. As the doors open and he stepped in, fel green eyes widened. He hated it even more. He hadn't thought it was possible. Where there had been darkness, there was now near blinding light. The floor was no longer black but a checkerboard pattern of black and white stone spreading the illusion that the room was much larger than it was. The walls were draped in deep crimson fabric, and from each low dip hung a black chain and cauldron, the same eerie green fire burning, though it was mostly for show as the room seemed to be illuminated from bright glowing orbs in the ceiling, chasing away shadow and leaving Mavas feeling painfully exposed.  In the center of the room was a round set of three tiered steps, a massive gleaming throne upon it, either painted or pure silver with black and red velvet along the back and seat in diagonal stripes. And sitting upon it was himself. Well, perhaps seated was a misnomer, Mavas would only be able to give the position as draped, his other self had his legs up on one arm, leaning back into the side of the chair, arms crossed over his chest, burning green eyes staring at him curiously. As the doors closed quietly behind him,  Mavas stepped three more measured paces in, and then stood there, meeting his own gaze steadily, letting the silence stretch until it nearly filled the entire room. “You. Are not what I expected." His doppelganger (or was he the doppelganger? Mavas did not think too carefully on that) At any rate he remained silent, not moving forward or really at all, waiting. The Mavas on the throne sighed, long legs covered in tight leather and familiar worn boots sliding from the armrest they had been on as he moved to stand, his movements fluid and near seductive. It put him on edge, but years of being in this room with another who moved much the same way had him holding still as the other approached him. As this Mavas got closer, he could see along the edges of his temples small cracks in his flesh, glowing green striping along his cheeks and his neck. Even this one's eyes were much more contaminated than his own...how much had this one fallen to his Fel madness? Mavas stood still as the other him stopped in front of him, forcing himself not to lean back as the other leaned in to study him curiously. Finally the silence was broken once more as his other self spoke once more.  "Where did you come from?" He asked casually.   "A weakening between our two worlds. I imagine I will return swiftly now that we have met." Mavas replied, voice more clipped and sharp. His other smiled, and Mav tensed. Smiles were not pleasant to him, not on people like him. Every friend or loved one he had let into his life in the past years seemed to get joy when Mavas smiled or even laughed, and Mavas could never explain why it was such a rare commodity, but staring at himself smiling at him, he suddenly realized what it was. To him, a smile was dangerous, it was teeth bared and an animalistic warning that he had never been quite able to see as anything but a harbinger of pain and harm.  "I think you'll return once I let you return. Tell me, what name do you go by?" His other asked, head tilting curiously.  "Mavas." He replied, there was no reason to lie, the question could only come from himself. Only he would understand what it truly meant. "Mm...I wonder then, when you remained Mavas and I returned to Shade. Tell me, Sparrow, who is your important person?" Shade asked, and Mavas tensed...he hated that this creature knew what to ask him. It was himself, he was being interrogated, and he knew if he did not answer there would be repercussions. "What is yours?" He replied by way of another question, knowing it would throw him off if someone questioned him, and he was glad to see it still worked in this world as his other self frowned suddenly, as if not expecting something like that. And really, who had ever questioned Mavas when he had started his gentle interrogations? To others he was merely curious, gentle pluckings of information were easily done and the target rarely realized what was happening. "That...is certainly a question. Would you believe if I said I did not have one?" Shade replied, amusement in his tone. The emotion in his voice made Mavas twitch internally, he could not follow where this warm tone came from, it sounded too much like his ex-leader, like his so-called Mother, like the people he had spent years getting as far away from as he could without causing outright war. He took a quick breath to calm himself, raising his chin faintly. "I would not, Gabri-"  "I slit his throat." Shade replied easily. "Name them...go forward. Thoen? Dead. The others? Dead. Not one left living in my path to dominance...Mother, Father...well they had always wanted me to return to power. After the pirate's death what was there to stop me from returning? Though I suppose they did not imagine me returning with my own army...and the power of my Behemoth at my back."  Mav was tense, stunned into silence as he found himself trying to catch up. He pushed aside the aching pain as those who had once held his heart were named dead so easily, trying to focus logically. Death..pirate's death. "Kurel." he said suddenly. "Kurel is dead?" Shade blinked, having expected there to be more of a shock at his confession of his rampage but he suddenly smiled again. "That's what it is?" he laughed suddenly. "You brought him back!" Mavas grimaced at the sound of the laughter, it was sharp and loud, it held an edge of insanity that made his skin crawl, that his body and himself could produce such a maddening sound. "It was never in question." he growled, anger burning in his chest. Shade leaned back, shaking his head. "It was...after he gored me and nearly killed me, I stared at that body so full of potential, and then at the Soulstone that had his being trapped where we had sent it. What was our single question to him, do you remember? Do you want the power or not...he responded he wanted it. Unmitigated strength fueled by me and you know what I saw when I went to his soulstone...do you know what I found? Peace." His face turned to a sneer. "Weakness, once again I had been abandoned to weakness. He would disappoint me again if I brought him back, I knew that now...with that woman, with the next woman, with a thousand betrayals he would perform over the years." he smiled then, almost in mocking as if he knew he should feel sad when he continued, "When I crushed the stone and dispersed his soul to the Maw...I felt disappointment. But then I remembered...I had my greatest creation...and now I could do whatever I wanted with it." Mav felt his blood freeze as he listened, the words laced in malice and disgust making him feel nauseous as they flowed from his counterpart. The world from that one point slid in his mind, all of the people, the things that had been created and destroyed, had been forged and made better because of his one choice...he didn't notice he'd stepped back until the other him made a soft cooing sound, as if trying to calm his raging mind. "Oh...I should introduce you to him." Shade said, reaching up and snapping his fingers. From the far end of the room the sound of chains being removed and falling to the stone floor was heard, and loud steps slowly crept from the shadows as the Behemoth monster that lived beneath Kurel's skin, the beast Mav felt his connection to and helped lend his power to tamp down...he could feel it now, the same marks that glowed fel green across the creature, and he had lashed in his flesh when he had first done his binding spell burned as the power from the beastly demonic construct stopped almost docile beside the other him. Shade reached up, gently patting the beast's arm. "This is what you could have had. This creature, power beyond imagining...the ones that started this body's transformation had little knowledge of what they were truly creating...the power latent within the pirate's form mixed with mine? He's unstoppable." Shade grinned madly. "And isn't that what you've always wanted? Power...that's what we've always wanted, truly deep down." Mavas stared at the monster in front of him, he could feel it’s power as if it were his own, the control his Other had a thousand times stronger but he could wrest it...he could... “No.” Shade raised a brow, eyes gleaming as he had expected some kind of struggle. “No?” he questioned.  Mavas raised his head, tearing his eyes from the hulking monster that had been the flesh of his brother, settling his gaze upon his Other as he spoke. “I would not trade the thousand small betrayals, the loss, the destruction, and the utter frustration that is Kurel An’Diel for anything. Not for power, not for glory. His life is far more precious, and far more valuable to me, and my life, and my path, than any who have or will come. You have your creation, but you have lost more than you will even be able to fathom.”  Shade sneered, eyes flaring as he moved swiftly into Mav’s face, glaring at him nose to nose. “And what do you think you could ever have that would be worth more than my kingdom I have created?”  Mav paused, head tilting to the side, a movement mimicked by his Other. He finally smiled, a soft smile that did not show teeth, that crinkled the corners of his eyes and it pleased him at how utterly baffled and even afraid his Other looked to see such a peaceful expression on his own visage.  “I have myself, and those I would die for. I have love, which is something you will never have.” Mavas replied simply, and stepped backwards. His back  did not collide with the door, but instead into open air as the familiar scent of Duskwatch assaulted his nose. His gaze did not falter from the outraged scandalized gaze of his Other, until with a pop the mirror portal vanished into the air. He stared into nothing, before some part of him realized how ridiculous he looked out in the middle of the street, and he managed to get himself moving to his lab. Once behind safe walls Mavas could fall into his seat and process what had just happened...he just had to get there.  ( @kurel-andiel for many mentions)

#Vel prompts are best prompts #Mirror verse

[moroccosoul]

Jimi Hendrix and the Unidentified Mourner

In the summer after my first year at the University of Washington, the year of the Radical Movement, the Seattle Liberation Front and the shutdown of freeways and takeovers of campus buildings, with tear gas at demonstrations and helmeted police tech squads bashing with batons, I lived in the House of Happiness, a barren white house in a dingy area of south Seattle off Rainier. We were there for Henry, a charismatic Black 35-year-old man with a build and demeanor like the statue of David. His eyes looked deeply into you and were matched by mindful eloquence. The only “furniture” we had was a saw horse in the carpeted large main floor living room and a mattress in one of the bedrooms upstairs. We all slept curled up on the carpeted floor except for Sheila who had her own room upstairs. We were there for a therapy led by Henry of expanding consciousness, of leaving our old conditioned self behind and stepping into a whole new world of natural instinct. Henry had come from a group in Chicago named “Naturalism Inc.” They were part of the revolution that incited the riots during the Democratic Convention which led to the arrest and trial of the Chicago Seven. So Henry had “cred”.

We were just down the road from Sick Stadium, Seattle’s baseball stadium. Down the hill from our house was a discount store called “Chubby Tubby’s”. Word was announced that Jimi Hendrix would be playing at Sick Stadium. I went with my first girlfriend Judy. We sat up in the bleachers under cover while Seattle drizzle sprinkled lightly on the field beneath a gloomy grey sky watching the opening band half-heartedly. I had a couple mescaline pills that we downed. They began to kick in lightly as we went to the inside food stands during intermission. My old friend Johnny Rosenberry was there, grinning mischieviously. Friends since third grade at Sacred Heart Elementary School, we were renegade spirits. No surprise that he would be at the concert, releasing his comical laughing eyes like a Shakespearean sprite. Back in the stands, we saw the deluge of rain come spattering down on the field below. Hordes of people left, or perhaps stayed in the stands, whereas Judy and I went down to the field itself where there were about seventy or eighty of us in separate groupings with a foot of two between us. It was perhaps due to the mescaline that the rain didn’t matter. In fact it looked like thin rivulets of honey running down my arms and face and everyone around us. Hendrix came out and was at the front mic introducing what was to come. A round faced girl with long thick dark hair hoisted a watermelon up as a gift to him. Jimi bent down and took it up, and with a feigned look of awe held it to his mouth and mimed chomping into it. Then with a snarl threw the melon back. That night he played all the major classics from “Are You Experienced” up through “The Power of Love”. Then he jammed with the band, improvising wildly as lightening flashed overhead. It was a stunning nuclear blast, here in his home town. Afterwards as the rain had let up we all stumbled out onto the street, our senses reeling. I looked over and saw Jerry, a friend from our Henry sessions , someone who had become shell-shocked, probably from drugs, grinning at us while he lopped a huge banana into his mouth, appearing as if he just stepped out from the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party.

Later that summer in my family house in Spokane it was in the kitchen that I heard the news. We had an inbuilt intercom system that also was a radio. The intercom was useful for the downstairs boy’s hallway when Dad wanted to yell at us to get upstairs. Mom was fixing my Dad’s lunch. The newscaster said that Jimi Hendrix had just died in London. It was a punch in the gut. I slipped a bland menthol cigarette out of my mother’s purse and retreated to the furnace room beneath the stairs. I sat in the dark numbly smoking.

It was October and time to return to Seattle for the Fall Semester at the U of W. I stayed at Larry’s apartment at the north end of the Ave. at the top facing a little park where men cruised at night. We had just the month before separated from Henry and the House of Happiness. Having enough of being broke, and the attempted rape of Sheila by Roosevelt, a lumbering homeless Black man who in drunken rage threw food including eggs against the kitchen walls, and most of all Henry’s brief imprisonment, did we decide in a group meeting by candlelight (electricity had been cut off) to go our separate ways. Sheila back to Montana, Frances to her father’s apartment on Capitol Hill, Henry to the Bay Area, and myself to Spokane, where I was to hear the Hendrix news.

Now back in Seattle and the room at the top, we listened as the radio announced a public service for Hendrix in Sick Stadium. I was all set to go. Then at the 11th hour, it was announced that the viewing was canceled, that the family was going to have a private service. Its location was to be kept secret from the public. I was crushed. I felt that I needed to be there. Hendrix had been my God, his masturbatory sexuality on stage inflamed the very core of my being. His Black bluesy subtlety took me to an inner depth of quiet genius, this rebel who smashed all barriers and was the nucleus of the hippie consciousness expanding through the universe, the ultimate proof that the world would shift and connect all peoples with the Beatles mantra “All You Need Is Love.” We were to enter the Elysian Fields, holding hands, and now the light was snuffed.

In the morning, determined to find a way, I thought “funeral homes”. The radio report had started that all people involved with the funeral service were instructed to maintain absolute secrecy. I decided to try anyway, and opened the phone book to the yellow pages listing of funeral homes in Seattle. I started off  calling one with “You’re handling the Hendrix service, aren’t you?” They hung up on me. This happened a few times. Larry had gone downstairs to the street where he had his car to drive us down to school. I was frustrated and desperate as Frances in the doorway was urging me to get moving down to the waiting car. I frantically dialed one more. This time the person answering replied “Yes, we are.” (pause) He exclaimed. “Who IS This?” I was silent. He hung up.

I had found it. In the car my mind raced. Frances and Larry were indifferent. We got to campus and I needed someone to assist me. Frances and Larry had raced off to their classes. I couldn’t call the funeral home back as they knew my voice. I saw Rochelle, a tall gawky girl with short cropped dark hair. I got her to go into a phone booth in the HUB and call the funeral home stating that she was  the florist handling the service but that she has misplaced the address. I saw her jot it down. I grabbed the paper and tore off across campus to find a bus going to that far side of south Seattle. It was late morning and I panicked, thinking I might miss it all. I sat in the back of the bus on the green naugahyde long seat facing the center aisle. I sat sideways facing front, watching for any sign of a church, scratching anxiously on the seat. To calm myself I imagined giving a eulogy, saying how Jimi’s death marked the end of the era, what with Altamont and the Isle of Wight’s violent festivals sending the Woodstock Generation of Peace and Love from it’s Genesis to this ultimate death. This was the end, sadly marked by the loss of its prophet.

Then around a curve I saw a line of silver police motorcycles side by side, their fronts facing diagonally out from the curb. Then the little chapel appeared to my right with groupings of people on either side of the doorway. I got off the bus and joined them. The chapel was filled, and even famous musicians were outside, including Johnny Winters, all facing the center door listening. One could hear speakers and hymns. Then the congregation began to exit. Photographers bound across the grass towards the concrete walkway. First came the family members. A group of teenage girls, perhaps Jimi’s cousins or nieces in black saw the cameras and the plump  one in the middle fell out in a Baptist seizure while the other two held her up. Buddy Miles emerged serene and robust in a jacket of multi colored patchwork squares of gold, dark green and maroon leather, like a checkerboard. Miles Davis strode out with a young woman on both arms, one in a hooded red cloak and the other a light skinned thin black girl in a silver miniskirt with accents of lilac, a huge billowy lilac afro and silver boots. The curb was lined with a dozen limousines, black uniformed drivers opening the  doors. I went past the photographers and entered an empty limo, sitting against the far window. The limos filled with family and associates and we were off, sailing outside Seattle until a green grassy large cemetery appeared to the right. There was a rope strung across a walkway to keep the photographers and any outsiders back, but I continued past with the family and guests. Up upon a knoll beneath an awning was the casket covered with flowers. Just a few feet away was a large guitar of purple and white flowers propped on a stand angled towards the coffin. Everyone stayed down about ten feet from there as the immediate family went up beneath the awning. They were all in black. There may have been some words shared and a prayer, followed by the singing of a hymn. I think it was “Swing Down, Sweet Chariot.” As they sang, one of the young girls pulled some flowers off of the casket as a keepsake. It seemed like a good idea, so when they stepped away and the onlookers relaxed in position, I stepped up to the casket and pulled some flowers off myself. I didn’t realize it was a moment for Jeffrey Michaels, Jimi’s producer, and the musicians from the original Jimi Hendrix Experience, Noel Redding and Mitch Mitchell to stand before the casket. A photo of this moment appeared in both Seattle newspapers the next day, one of which calls me the “unidentified mourner” while naming the other three. The photo captures me reaching into the flowers.

I walked down through the mingling people and stopped near a group of about eight people, recognizing a few as famous musicians. At the foot of the group a short soft-spoken Black man was the focus of everyone’s attention. He sounded like he had a sore throat, speaking in a raspy voice, as he said that Jimi’s music was what he listened to at home. Then he stopped and looked past everyone at me, with a questioning look on his face like “Who the fuck are you?” As the others turned towards me I gave a thoughtful look into another direction and stepped away. As soon as I began to walk back up the knoll a young woman stepped to me with a microphone and asked what effect Jimi’s death had on me. I was already prepared, as I had already given this speech in my head on the bus coming out to the chapel. Rochelle, the friend who had called the funeral home as the florist, heard my interview on the radio the next morning.

Up a curve a limo drove through the trees and stopped just down from us. The driver in black got out and opened the back door. The woman in the red cloak and dark glasses emerged and walked slowly but focused past everyone and up to the flowered casket. She lifted her arm thoughtfully keeping it straight with her palm extended over the casket and held it still that way for a few moments as everyone else stood frozen and mesmerized. She then receded back to the limo where the driver shut her door and drove back down the curving hillside.

I was driven back into the City. When I saw myself called the “Unidentified Mourner” in the morning newspaper, I was amused. It seemed a good title for my life. The flowers remain in the magazine I pressed them in.

[sweet-midnight-stories-blog]

Dream #2 - 7th February 2016

I’m in my house at the time, and it’s late at night outside. We’re having an Ayyam-i-Ha celebration (religious celebration), and one of my presents I get is this book. The book was like this 4-in-1 kind of a deal, with a mashup of Harry Potter, James and the Giant Peach, Men in Black and the Addams family. There was also a secret story in the back pages which I decided to read. As I was reading, there was a dream transition to the story. You know when the setting changes in your dream but you don’t notice it- it’s just there and you’re like “huh ok”? That’s a dream transition.

In this story, and also what was happening around me, there was this secret base run by children. The purpose of this facility was to protect the world and to explore it. The story followed these two boys whose assignment was to clear out a haunted house. In each room there was a problem, and the only way to fix the problem was to somehow reach the other side of the room. Each room was “connected” somehow to a person, and that person was the only person who could solve that room. Each room had strange “checkpoints” which were like diagonal squares with a 2x2 orange and black checkerboard pattern on them. You had to hit each one to finish the room. Complicated, I know. My dreams sometimes have this thing where there’s a mission or a game or something with really strange rules but it all sort of comes together in the end.

The two boys (who were very clumsy) and Wednesday from the Addams Family were in the haunted house. For some reason, they had to move fast because the public was about to gain full access, and the house was still haunted, and rooms hadn’t been cleared. Wherever the two boys and Wednesday went, the house would magically turn into a playground. One room was full of white flowers, like a carpet across the floor. The walls and the ceiling were black, so it looked like it went on forever. Wednesday had to solve this room. Somehow, as if it was a video game, the phrase “Press ‘U’ to speed up” appeared, and Wednesday sped up. There was this massive flower monster chasing us, and to complete the room, Wednesday had to step on every flower. She missed the checkpoint and had to backtrack, but by that point the public had burst in. The flowers turned into an inflatable maze, only waist-high. She missed a flower and stepped on the black ground instead. Small, invisible spikes pierced her foot, which I could feel as well. This is most likely my body saying that in the position I’m sleeping in, I’ve put my leg to sleep. That’s usually what “pain” in my dreams means. 

Markiplier of all people was in the maze with my two brothers, Hawk and Lion. There were these slides in the wall like what you’d find at a McDonald’s play place, each representing a food. I chose one, but managed to go back and rechoose my food/slide. Markiplier found a room with a small street and happy-looking shops. I found a bedroom with 4 of my friends from my high school at the time- Hazel, Aspen, Acacia, and Mahogany. They took out these knives and were joking around with them, then decided to chase me into a corner. I began to panic and cry because I thought my friends were going to kill me, but at the last second they stopped, and started laughing. I jumped out the window to escape from them. 

Remember that all real people from my personal life have fake names!!!

#dream #dream journal #dreams #addams family #mib #james and the giant peach #harry potter #baha'i #markiplier #haunted house #flowers #maze #knives #pain #book

[zootycutieart]

Back to getting some new fantribes started up, going back with some of the adopts that I never used up!

Obsessed with appearance, the Meerorrs reflect on things a lot, both figuratively and literally! While they might be a bit superficial and vain, they're also out to prove that beauty isn't just skin deep, not just for them, but their other Mixel friends! Glamirr is great at letting people see how beautiful they truly are. Having a mirror for a face, she's ready to give any Mixel a great pep-up on their appearance, or help make them over. Ironically, she's unable to see her own true beauty thanks to this. That is, unless you don't mind her getting dizzy from being forced to look through "infinite mirrors". Mirrobelle is an enigma in her creation. Half mirror and half bell, she portrays a serene and stoic appearance, hardly reacting to anything. However, rumor has it if that a Nixel could seriously damage and capture her, they'd get everything beyond their wildest dreams. Unfortunately for Nixels, she has such constrained power that she's able to block off any attack towards her, without even opening her eye. Flektion made a huge mistake. Fooling around with mirrors, he found one wrong reflection, who attempted to swipe him up and change places with him. However, he acted fast with his mistake, and pulled himself out when he was halfway through the mirror, only to accidentally pull out half of his reflection and replace his half with it. Now, he's stuck with an entirely innocent side and another side loaded with pure mischief, so chaos is bound to ensue! Their habitat is a mirror store. Their Max is a large mirror-like creature.

Tucked away in a regal kingdom of a checkerboard floor, the Chessmates are a royal tribe of games, with specific rules of wherever everyone goes, and how they play. Despite this strict regime, they are able to quickly take over invading Nixels, who are more prone to illegal moves. The leader of the tribe is the high Queen Aniwai. She's able to move however she pleases, and has the biggest strength amount thanks to this. She is super strong, but she can critically be taken down briefly in dangerous moments. Rumor has it her husband hides in the castle for his own safety, but it might be because he's just really weak in reality! Pawnmow might not seem the most special. There's tons of Mixels that look just like her in the tribe, all with their own spears and "first in line" abilities. However, she was granted a special power: she's able to mimic nearly any member of her tribe in tight times, giving a brief sense of confusion to any invaders. How did she get this ability? She just walked up and asked, the first one to do so. Clershop is both the cleric and messenger of the tribe. If he's not giving a decree given by the rulers, he's zipping back and forth through Mixopolis to give a message. He's ridiculously speedy, but also a bit frantic thanks to this. He always runs diagonally, of course. Their habitat is their castle. Their Max is a giant chess amalgamate.

Bright like the Glowkies, the Neolites live for flashy night life and lighting up the dark. Unfortunately for them, they're unable to shut off their light, so they're an easy target, but it's tricky to get up close to them without protection, a good tactic against Nixels. Fawksfire is the zippy leader of the tribe. He'd rather not stay still, running off whenever he can. He runs at such speeds, that he turns into a glowing blur, leaving a bright trail behind him. Unfortunately for him, he speeds too fast, losing energy very quickly and forcing him to recover for a while. He never learns, though, and he'll be back to speeding up again. Baytra prefers to swim in the dark waters of the piers than hang out with other members of his tribe. Although he's a bit of a loner, he puts on quite a spectacle under the deep waters, letting him discover things unknown to others. Tubrite is loopy, in both her build and her personality. A huge goof, she's lightweight and loves to play around, with her light body letting her move around much easier than others of her tribe. She's also able to pump extra glow into her body, letting her shine the brightest out of all other members of her tribe. Their habitat is a lit-up street. Their Max is a fox-like creature.

#zootycutie's art #mixels #Own Characters #Fan Characters #fan tribes #meerorrs #glamirr #mirrobelle #flektion #chessmates #queen aniwai #pawnmow #clershop #neolites #fawksfire #baytra #tubrite