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The Pearl and the Sapphire

[ modern! • Aemond x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: sexual tension, obsession, angst ]

[description: As a representative of a large family-owned gemstone business, Aemond is attending a major jewellery event where jewellery makers from all over the world are exhibiting. One of them is the Baratheon family. Aemond is tasked with focusing on attracting new customers, but his attention is diverted by the youngest daughter of the eminent maker Borros Baratheon. Slow burn, bitchy, possessive and obsessive Aemond, lots of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request + my sweet @valeskafics)]

A story which is an alternative universe of The Impossbile Choice taking place in modern times. The characters are all the same as in the main series, however, for obvious reasons they will behave differently and experience things differently from medieval times. You can read this without having to delve into the main series.

Series moodboard: Aemond & Miss Baratheon

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Crystal EXPO was their company's most important annual event. The Targaryen family had been trading and selling precious ores and stones for decades, supplying major jewellery houses. Companies from all over the world flocked to this festival, traders like them looking for new customers and connoisseurs of exquisite jewellery looking around for outstanding makers and their creations.

That year Otto, as the head of their company's management, was to be accompanied by Aemond. Otto insisted that Aemond should also represent the family business physically and wear a sapphire exchanger instead of the artificial eye he wore every day.

Aemond felt that he would have made himself look ridiculous and attracted widespread attention, but his grandfather said he had to put it on and stop acting like a little baby.

He was furious and frustrated, but he managed to at least take Alys with him as his assistant. With her, he was able to vent his anger in different ways like when he fucked her so hard on the hotel bed, while strangling her at her request, that he felt like he was going to pierce her stomach.

Alys loved the environment she was surrounded by. She loved his gifts, the sapphire earrings and necklaces she wore whenever she went out somewhere with him, to his satisfaction.

She was much older than him and he knew that their relation was her feeling that she could still please a younger man. Even after the first time he fucked her on the desk in his office, he had already specified to her what this acquaintance would be like.

She was to ask no questions and expect nothing from him.

This was not a relationship.

It was an exchange of mutual benefits that suited him. To her too, apparently.

His grandfather pretended not to see what was going on, nor did he say anything to his mother.

He did, however, warn him not to be a fool and fall in love, because this woman would squeeze all the money out of him. Aemond involuntarily burst out laughing at his words, his smile, however, did not reach his eye.

"Don't be ridiculous." He said with an amusement that elicited a grimace of embarrassment on his grandfather's face.

He felt a sense of satisfaction at the thought that it depended on his whim to decide what would happen to her, how many gifts and money she would get, whether she would feel beautiful or ugly, smart or stupid. She was a witty and bright woman, but not as much as she thought.

She knew how to fuck well, though, and she fulfilled his every whim without a word of objection.

Her presence was comfortable for him.

As always, there were jewellers exhibiting at the Crystal EXPO. They also often had the kind of shows where models presented their jewellery, which could then be admired up close at their big stands. These shows were often very elaborate and themed, with the audience sitting in a circle around them watching.

Aemond grew tired of these, usually boring and exaggerated, but his grandfather pressed him to go and see how their clients presented themselves and whether it was worth investing in someone new.

The Targaryen company worked most closely with the Lannisters, a company that mainly made jewellery from gold, which was their domain. Their small works of art cost crores, often reached for by big stars going on the red carpet or to some important events.

Their show was pompous and, for Aemond, downright embarrassing, baroque overkill circling his eye as models dressed in gold glittering gowns walked in front of him, the reflections from the columns of light falling on them making him have to turn his face away and close his eyelids once in a while.

In addition to them, the company that used the precious stones they bought from them were the Hightowers, who specialised in handling emeralds. Green was their dominant colour and, although the theme changed every year, this colour was their trademark.

After them it was time for the Baratheon family show. They were a small family business with centuries of tradition, specialising in making high-end jewellery reminiscent of the Victorian era.

Their works were a treat for connoisseurs, and although business-wise they had no interest in their family, Aemond had to admit that the pieces by Borros Baratheon and his son were some of the most beautiful he had ever seen.

He was surprised when the lights dimmed a little, changing to a warm colour, large vases of flowers placed all around. He leaned back comfortably in his chair and watched with interest as young models of essentially portrait beauty strolled around in exceptionally finely tailored attires from different eras, wearing jewellery that matched their colours, with calm music playing in the background that made him think of medieval royal balls.

He thought it was a very good marketing move on their part, he saw that he wasn't the only one impressed, the other guests were talking to each other about what they had seen with interest.

After a while, the music changed. It too sounded like something suitable for a court dance, however there was a much older sound. A couple emerged from the entrance dressed in renaissance costumes sewn with incredible for him details.

The attire of the young dark-haired, bearded and well-built men consisted of an elaborate black tunic over which was superimposed a chain with animal head motifs. He, however, could not take his eye off the girl who walked holding his hand.

Her gown was phenomenal, a brownish-blue, its bodice only beginning below her breasts, which were covered only by a thin white undershirt. Her buff-coloured sleeves were slit and tied with ribbons, with white fabric sticking out from underneath, he had the impression that the whole thing was made up of coloured stripes.

Around her neck hung a beautiful, delicate gold necklace of three teardrop-shaped pearls, complementing her sun-shaped earrings. Her dark hair was woven into an elegant braid, with the netting at the back of her head, characteristic of renaissance hairstyles, also interspersed with pearls.

There was something about her appearance, the way she gazed softly and warmly at the men standing before her, her barely perceptible smile, the glint in her eye, the lightness of her movement made him hold his breath.

He swallowed loudly when they suddenly began to dance, he felt as if he had been transported back in time and was in an italian renaissance mansion at a feast of one of the great princes of Florence or Milan, their movements unforced, fluid, graceful and respectful.

They made motions to the rhythm of the music moving in a circle so that everyone could see up close what they wore around their necks and hands. Only then did he see that there were beautiful rings on her tiny fingers, one of which had a sapphire wrapped in a gold leaf border.

The whole time he was looking at them his throat was squeezed, his heart pounding hard for some reason.

He wasn't sure he had ever been so enamoured of anything or anyone as he was of this young girl he had just seen before him.

Unlike the other models her facial expression was not indifferent or neutral, she was smiling all the way through as was her partner, she seemed to him to be really enjoying what she was doing.

There was something noble, at the same time proud and tender beaming from her person, something inviting, a kind of openness that by his nature was completely alien to him.

He wondered who she was.

Was she simply a model, or perhaps a dancer hired for a show?

Despite the fact that Alys was sitting next to him, he thought hard about what to do to make her end up with him that night in his bed.

He imagined how sweetly she would moan beneath him, how warm her gaze and touch would be, how much reassurance and tenderness he would have to put into caressing her body to win her trust and let him consume her.

He licked his lower lip involuntarily at the thought, Alys' voice leaning towards him snapping him out of his reverie.

"Beautiful costumes, don't you think?" She asked softly.

"Mmm." He muttered in reply, his eye did not leave her for a moment. And then suddenly it happened.

At one of their turns, as they shifted position and both turned their faces sideways from each other, she looked up at him.

He was sure their gazes met for a second and a great shudder went through him. He thought she must have seen the flash of his sapphire artificial eye and swallowed loudly at the thought.

Do it again, he thought.

Look at me again, give me assurance that this was no accident.

The music ended, there was thunderous applause all around him, he heard even Alys give her admiration in this way. He didn't clap, he looked at her intensely, playing involuntarily with his fingers extended on his armrest.

The men she was dancing with kissed her hand while saying something quickly to her, and she laughed and nodded, a lively joy on her face from which he felt discomfort.

Were they together?

And suddenly it happened again.

The men were speaking to her as they went to bow before the audience, and she froze in mid-answer when she saw his gaze from afar. She turned her head away, a microexpression of embarrassment passed across her face, through which she pressed her lips together and immediately went back to continuing her answer.

Aemond felt with shame that his thoughts were reflected in what was going on his trousers.

For all the shows that followed, he couldn't concentrate, staring blankly ahead, tense. He never looked forward to the opening banquet, finding it a tiring event that required talking to many people he hated.

This time he awaited it with eager anticipation.

When it was all over Otto told him about the shows he had enjoyed and surprisingly they appeared to have similar feelings.

"I think the Baratheons' idea was exceptionally apt and brilliantly executed. I'm sure a lot of their goods will sell out this year even before the event is over. His children did a great job at the end, you can see they are very supportive of their father every step of the way." He said with some kind of admiration, taking a sip of the coffee the waitress had literally brought him earlier. Aemond lifted his gaze at him, confused.

"What?"

Otto raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

"That couple who danced at the end were his youngest daughter and only son. You can see right away, they resemble him, although this girl has more of her mother." He said lightly, but Aemond was no longer listening to him, looking dully at the coffee table in front of him.

This was not a model.

This was his daughter.

Fuck.

He pressed his lips together at the thought, feeling a tightening in his stomach.

He couldn't just fuck Borros Baratheon's youngest daughter.

"I have to say that their collection this year has made a special impression on me. I am considering whether to speak to Borros. He turned down my generous offer a few years ago, but I know he is conflicted with his current supplier. I admit that, despite our company policy, I would like to include him in our patronage. It would greatly enhance our prestige in the eyes of other clients." He said thoughtfully, and Aemond raised his eye at him. He answered him before he had time to think about what was coming out of his mouth.

"I'll talk to him." He said dryly and coldly in a tone his grandfather hated. He saw his disgruntled expression and continued, wondering in the back of his mind what he was actually doing.

"Since you haven't succeeded it's worth having someone else to try. I'll just talk to him and present him with options without any pressure." He explained quickly taking a sip of coffee between his words in an attempt to somehow alleviate the sudden dryness in his throat.

Otto pondered silently, looking at him suspiciously, his brow raised in indecision. He knew he found his behaviour strange; Aemond always took after the big shots and didn't deal with the lesser customers deeming them unworthy of attention.

After a moment, however, he nodded, letting out a quiet breath as he reached for his cup.

"Fine, but you can't insult him even if he refuses outright. Borros has an impulsive temper, but even if he is not our client we must remain on good terms with him." He said, looking at him knowingly, and Aemond nodded.

He was tense during the banquet. He tried to concentrate on what Alys was saying to him, dressed in a long, golden evening gown with a thigh-high cut-out, emphasising well her large, firm breasts which he had suckled so often, between them the sapphire necklace he had given her.

He couldn't enjoy the view, his gaze turned to the entrance all the time in suspense. He took a sip of the whisky he had ordered moments earlier to calm himself down. He nodded and answered "Mhm", swallowing hard when he saw her, she entered the room with her father and brother.

He was fascinated that she as well as her brother were still dressed in their costumes from the show, walking together arm-in-arm. He thought they were still fulfilling a marketing role for their father, there was no way they could show off his artwork better than on her long neck and fingers.

He watched as people came up to her and her family congratulating them on their success and wonderful performance, praising her dancing and her looks for sure. She looked around the room and met his gaze. She didn't look away this time.

She smiled.

So warm, friendly, light, as if they had known each other for ages, as if they had seen each other for the hundredth time.

There was comfort in that smile, some promise of solace and understanding, of peace. He felt uncomfortable and this time he looked away, taking a sip from his glass, realising how much his heart was pounding, his member betraying against his will what he thought of her.

He thought he should stop.

That he would hurt her.

He would use her, get bored and leave her.

That didn't stop him, after he'd fucked Alys in her hotel room as brutally as ever, imagining her lying beneath him, from finding her on every social media possible.

He had ghost accounts there, anonymous and without a profile picture, needed sometimes for private dealings. Now he felt like a regular stalker, but he decided he didn't give a shit.

He needed to find out more about her.

He easily found her on Facebook but, not being friends with her, he could see practically nothing. Apart from being relieved to learn that she was of legal age he found out very little. Frustrated, he tried on Instagram and pressed his lips together with a smirk seeing the hit.

Her account was very deliberate, consisting of photos of her figure, but usually backwards. There were also photos of her sewing and a whole host of historical gowns in which she herself posed.

He got curious and began to look through her photos reading the descriptions as well.

There she sometimes described her days, ideas or projects she was working on. It turned out that she designed and sewed costumes for producers of TV series and historical films at their request. Her father's money certainly helped her, but there was no denying that she had talent.

Her profile was satisfyingly aesthetic and thoughtful, dominated by blues, whites and pinks. As someone who read books on history and ancient kingdoms in his spare time, her interest seemed extremely intriguing to him. Like when she danced in her beautiful costume, he had the impression that she was transporting him skilfully to a particular era.

He couldn't stop thinking about her.

The next day, sitting at the hotel breakfast table, talking to Alys about the day's plan and where she could squeeze his meeting with Borros in, he spotted her standing by the coffee machine.

Now he no longer had a sapphire in his eye socket, but his usual prosthetic eye, which, if it were not for the long scar on half of his face, at first glance was no different from the real one. He felt more confident with this thought.

"I'll make myself a coffee." He said suddenly, rising, Alys furrowed her brow.

"I asked you if you wanted coffee when I made mine for myself." She said in surprise, but he sidestepped her and walked over to the table.

She didn't notice him at first.

She was leaning over an open box of various teas, part of her hair tied back with a blue ribbon, her body framed by a pretty, navy blue fitted strapless dress with small white flowers.

He wondered if she had sewn it herself.

Involuntarily, he reached for the free cup and set it under the machine. She twitched as she heard the clatter of dishes beside her and glanced up at him. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and saw the same warm smile on her face as when he had seen her at the banquet.

"Good morning." She said softly, noncommittally, looking down at her mug again, her choice was Earl Grey.

He lowered his gaze to the coffee machine, looking at it dispassionately, pressing the double espresso button. He felt a tightening in his chest at the sound of her voice, pleasant and smooth.

"Good morning." He replied dispassionately feeling as if it was obvious from his tense face that all night he had been browsing her Instagram account, reading and looking at all her posts several times each.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and saw that she had poured two teaspoons of sugar into her cup.

For some reason this didn't surprise him.

She looked at him and he pressed his lips together feeling as if she had caught him in the act. He felt he should say something, that watching her like that for no reason was strange to say the least, and she looked at him expectantly.

He'd been thinking about her for hours, and now that she was standing in front of him, he couldn't get anything out.

She dropped her gaze and smiled slightly. He felt embarrassed at the thought that she had seen his inner struggle, that she had noticed that she had gained his interest.

He felt like a fool.

He took his cup and wanted to walk away, but her voice stopped him.

"Your sapphire eye. It's beautiful."

He looked at her in disbelief, feeling a twist in his stomach at the thought of her taking notice, of her thinking about him, his scar, the fact that he had no eye.

That he was a fucking cripple.

He wanted to see pity and sympathy in her face, something by which he could look down on her or walk away. But her face was gentle and content, her gaze warm.

She turned her head and set her cup under his automaton, taking a few steps closer to him, his nostrils struck by her floral scent.

"Who made these for you?" She deepened her question, and he watched her alertly, coolly, wondering if he should tell her.

Did he even want to go into it.

He hadn't even told Alys about it, and she was a stranger to him.

"The Hightowers." He replied cautiously after a moment. The gaze of her bright eyes lifted to him again with curiosity, her dark lashes obscuring her irises slightly.

She nodded and did not speak again, evidently thinking she had exhausted the subject. He stared at her with clenched lips, watching as her cup filled with water, the liquid beginning to colour into shades of tea.

She would be going in no time.

He will never speak to her again.

"The jewellery you were wearing at the show. Will it be possible to see it up close?" He asked dispassionately and she looked at him surprised. She nodded with a slight, contented smile.

"Yes, of course. At our stand, they will be on display along with other works of my father and brother worn yesterday by me and my sisters." She said softly, and he blinked, wrinkling his brow.

Were the other models her sisters too?

They both picked up their mugs seeing that another person had stood down in line to make their coffee and moved aside. He looked down at her and only then was struck by the height difference between them.

She was so petite.

So gentle.

It seemed to him that her skin must have been softer than velvet.

She looked up at him and smiled.

"See you later." She said lightly and he nodded practically invisibly.

She walked away towards the table where the rest of her family was already seated, and he swallowed loudly, only now feeling his throat dry up, his heart pounding like mad.

Their exchange had lasted less than three minutes and he was in a complete muddle. He returned to his table, Alys' gaze betraying that she had noticed their conversation.

"Are you being chatted up by little girls? I think she likes you." She said feigning indifference, the amusement in her voice on the edge of mockery from which he threw her a warning glance.

"What is your problem? Is menopause slowly getting to you?" He asked coolly and ironically, he didn't even have to look at her to notice how she froze.

Their age difference was the cause of her biggest complexes even though she pretended it didn't matter. He saw how she chose her make-up to cover the wrinkles that were appearing, how she chose her dresses and outfits to make her breasts distract from her neck.

Whenever she frustrated him, whenever she crossed the line he had set for her, he showed her no mercy. He knew she clung to him to make herself feel better, to have the satisfaction of keeping a young, rich, high-powered men with her to boast about.

She swallowed his words with difficulty, taking a bite of her sandwich, her cheeks red with rage and shame.

"I see she's carried you out of balance." She said inadvertently, and he set his cup down with a loud clack on the table, standing up, a cool displeasure mixed with a kind of disgust on his face.

"Send me my schedule to my email." He said and moved ahead without even turning around.

Stupid bitch.

Despite meeting clients and strolling around the stands with his grandfather, he kept looking around him nervously wondering if he would see her again.

Their conversation this morning had brought him out of his thoughts. He felt ashamed at the memory of not being able to get anything out of him, silent like a complete idiot.

When they reached their stand he was tense. He spotted her immediately, she was discussing something with some older woman showing her one of the rich ruby necklaces.

He thought he could reward her for how good and gentle she was, for the way she affected him, that when he looked at her he felt a tickling in his fingertips.

He thought he would love to visit her in her room and kneel between her thighs, see if she tasted there as sweet as she smiled.

He would drive her crazy just as she did him.

He didn't understand what was happening to him.

Why this desperation, this rush.

He stood with his hands folded behind his back looking at the showcases of rich, almost regal jewellery created with such detail that he had to consider them little works of art.

He glanced at her nervously, heard her brother with whom she had danced the day before mention her and say something to her quickly. She answered him something and he nodded. He froze when he saw that she had moved towards him, the warmth and contentment on her face.

"Come with me." She said softly as she walked past him. His legs spontaneously moved behind her.

They entered a dark small room in the middle of which stood a large illuminated table, on which lay her pearl necklace, earrings, apart form that tiaras, rings and a few other things decorated with sapphires.

She prepared a whole display for him.

"I heard that you wanted to talk to my father. He sent me away to discuss the matter with you." She said with surprising lightness as she walked around the table, looking at its contents thoughtfully.

He looked at her from a distance disbelieving what he had heard.

Was he supposed to set possible business terms with her?

The girl looked at him apparently anticipating his answer, but seeing his reaction she laughed heartily.

"Believe me, you'd rather talk to me than my father." She said amused.

His gaze escaped to the table and for a moment he wondered if they would be very audible if he sat her on it, slipped her panties off and started fucking her.

Would he have to press his mouth against her full, pink lips to silence her mewling as he stretched her tight, hot walls with his cock again and again.

He grunted, wondering what was happening to him, how he could think about such things right now.

"We'll talk on my terms." He said cooler than he wanted it to sound. He lifted a look of tension to her and met her uncertain, surprised gaze.

She waited to see what he would say.

"Tonight at 7 p.m. You, me, wine and a hotel restaurant."

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emiplayzmc · 2 months

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Yes hi hello I am completely normal about the Advertisons.

YIPPEEE, my designs of the main four Addisons! Headcanons + Individual information under the cut :) (Long Post, as usual).

I think I started working on this in January?? In any case, THIS TOOK TOO LONG BUT I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT IT!!

From left to right: Target (Pink), Banner (Orange), Broadcast (Yellow), and Sample (Blue)

Part 1: Body Ref Sheet + Headcanons

Part 2: Random Headcanons

Sample James (The Blue Addison) [He/Him]

I am not immune to Blue Addison = Oldest and most responsible propaganda. So... yeah! Sample is the eldest / second-eldest next to his twin, Broadcast, of the group! He's an employee of a gift shop / Cyber Shoes location (the shop that gives out free samples!) They're the most level-headed of the group, being the type to offer gentle advice, comfort, and care, along with a listening ear and a calming presence. They're not exactly... enthusiastic about their job? But it pays the bill, so he doesn't try to find a new one that fits into his purpose within Cyber City's Addison workforce. Sample also has pica, so occasionally he's selling / giving Lightners (like Kris) products from the gift shop like they're comsumables rather than items.

Sample is closest with his twin, Broadcast - in fact, they're the only pair of Addisons to have spawned in at the exact same time on the same day in Cyber City. Even if they're not biologically related, they still consider themselves twins, and they were the first people that each other saw. Broadcast is a bit like the Yin to Sample's Yang, as they're an influencer to getting Sample to be more outgoing, while Sample is the influence that (sometimes) mellows Broadcast out.

Sample's advertisements tend to hinge between survey advertisements (like sample sizes) and advertising websites that work with coupons and saving money like Honey and Rakuten.

Broadcast Nikola (The Yellow Addison) [He/They]

In my interpretation of the main four Addisons, Broadcast is, as his name suggests, a commercial broadcaster! Tehy work very long hours at Cyber City's TV station as the sole host of Cyber City's shopping channels, advertising products sold by Addisons across the city nearly 24 hours a day. Despite the long hours, he's a huge ball of energy, constantly speaking quickly and fidgeting with a pair of metal spheres that they carry everywhere. In addition, they're... very much a coffee and sugar addict, keeping a thermos on him at all times that's filled with coffee mixed with obscene amounts of cinnamon and sugar.

Of course, they're closest with their twin, Sample. Most of their free time off work is spent with him. Broadcast is also the type to wear Hawaiian shirts and meme clothes (like that one ADHD shirt that parodies the ACDC merch), and was the one who suggested they and Sample dye portions of their hair in the other's colour, and the one who suggested the family spend their Friday nights at the Cyber Grill (a lot of the time, he was singing at the karaoke stand with Spamton or Banner).

As you probably guessed, Broadcast's advertisements are all television / video based, with commercials on television and advertisements on websites like YouTube.

Target Tourmaline (The Pink Addison) [He/Him]

Target is the middle child of the main four Addisons! He runs a combination jewellery store / Cyber Shoes location - the place where you buy the Freeze Ring / get the pitch for the Dating Shoes. He also runs the tea shop, so he is a bit of a workaholic. He's very no-nonsense and by-the-book, and VERY strict with time management since he already runs three stores. He's also very picky about what he eats and drinks, watching the amount of data that consumables have and pretty much only drinking tea and occasionally battery acid.

Out of the main group, he's the most powerful with his magic, having studied and practiced with it for a long time. Outside of being very uppity, he does care a lot about his siblings, and is usually the one to be called for tough love and harsh truths that need to be heard. He's the closest with Banner, but was also pretty close with Spamton in more of a teasing older sibling - egotistical little sibling dynamic.

Their type of advertising is targeted ads, giving Lightners ads based on their browsing data. He and Spamton used to run a dating website where he did the matchmaking, and Spamton sent out the emails to promote the website.

Banner Hestia (The Orange Addison) [They/Them]

Banner is the youngest of the main four! They run the shop where you buy the Mannequin, and is the most successful of the group with a very popular boutique. They tend to hyperfixate HARD on their clothing designs, and brings a sketching tablet practically everywhere with them. They can make clothes and designs very VERY fast, buuuut tend to fall asleep at their own desk late at night.

They're the closest with Target, usually going to him for advice and just general hanging out, but it's very well known that Banner wears their heart on their sleeve, and cares deeply for every one of their little family - to the point where it may be a little bit obsessive / possessive. They're known for their excellent customer service and speed at getting work and commissions done, being very helpful and supportive towards the customers that come to their shop. Simultaneously the most and least salesman-like of the group since despite their great success they still form a lot of connections with customers and clients and never just like another sucker to buy their stuff.

Banner's type of advertising is, of course, banner advertisements. You have them to thank for the absolutely insane amount of banner ads covering most of the Fandom wiki.

#art #digital art #deltarune #drawing #artists on tumblr #digital artwork #illustration #fanart #yellow addison #orange addison #blue addison #pink addison #addisons #deltarune addisons #spamton #addison headcanons

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i-cant-sing · 7 months

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How would mahir and halim react if reader gives them both a gift for idk valentines day

Hahaha but like they don't get it??? Y/n is all like "Well, I love all my friends! So im giving everyone chocolates?" And its not just them she's passing out these gifts to, no no. She's giving it to her entire friend group, which apparently is the entire fucking world???

Earlier they were just jealous of each other, but now they're jealous of everyone else because apparently you only think of them as common friends? Are they not special? Do they need to show you how important you are to them for you to realise that they are not like everyone else?

Halim is spending millions on getting you all sorts of gifts, designer bags, jewellery, fancy dinner, etc etc.

Mahir is using his tech company to get dirt on all your friends to make them leave you alone, before using more tech stuff to see what you really want for a gift.

They're both surprised when you end up inviting them out for lunch, thinking you've finally come to your senses about your feelings for them. What they weren't expecting was that you invited BOTH of them at the same time, much less to a food stall at the side of a street.

They both look so out of place, coming in their luxury cars, wearing branded clothes in a place where everyone is ogling them like they either want to steal their stuff or do unspeakable things to them.

But all of those thoughts diminish when you wave them over, and they walk towards you- in front of the vendor that was selling some gol gappas.

It wasn't exactly the most hygienic place, but Halim immeadiately started eating with you just to one up on Mahir, only for the latter to roll his eyes and eat a few slowly. It was only a few minutes later when you began coughing, your throat burning from the spicy and sour sauces. Taking your plate away from you, Mahir told you to stop eating anymore unless you want to end up getting sick, while Halim was rubbing your back, secretly throwing some money at the vendor and hinting at him to not give you anymore.

"How could I end up sick from these? I've been eating them for years! Maybe you'll get sick since it's your first time around here" you chuckled.

The three of you began walking down the street to window shop at the local bazaar, but the mem you were with were very aware of anything that catches your eye. Jhumkas? Mahir bought them (and immeadiately thought of ways of modifying them to place trackers in them). Bangles? Halim not only buys them, but slides them on your soft wrists, smiling gently. You're trying to buy something for them to before finally spotting some gajras (flower bangles? Idk) and while you're bargaining with the vendor, the two of them are standing your side like guard dogs, glaring at anyone and everyone, especially the pervs that would try staring at you (but they'd immeadiately cover your form by standing in front of you.)

Overall, they considered it a date, even if u didn't know u were on one💀💀

Halim and Mahir^

#yandere halim #yandere mahir #yandere oc #yandere ocs #Yandere halim shah #yandere mahir jahangir #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x #yandere x you

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jampc · 11 months

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angeleyes ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

ʜɪ ! ɪ ꜱᴀᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʙᴢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴀɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ :) ɪ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ɢꜰ (ʏᴋ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʀɪᴄʜ) ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴛᴄ !! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴍ <- anon

pairing: trunks/f!reader

words: 1,224

content warnings: none.

tags: fluff, drabbles, romance, sfw.

rating: G

a/n: so fluffy it might make you explode. or at least cause massive amounts of eye rolling 😭. hope you enjoy it nonetheless ⋆˙⟡♡✧˖°

"I've told you before, it's my money. I can do whatever I want with it!"

"But-"

"And no buts! This is my house and if I say we're going out to the fair then that's what we'll do." The young man smiled down at his girlfriend as she pouted up at him in a sulk.

She knew how much he loved this time of year, when all the local businesses would set up stalls around the town square for people to come along and buy their wares from them.

It was like Christmas on steroids, with everything being open until late into the night every day of the week. There were rides, games, food stalls and so many other things to see and do.

“But you know I don't like crowds," she whined. "And there's bound to be lots of drunk people who might try something."

"I promise I won't let anyone take advantage of you while we're here. And besides, everyone knows me. They'd never dare mess with us." He gave her a kiss on the cheek before standing up and pulling her up by the hand. "Come on, let's go."

She sighed as she followed him out of the door and towards the car. He had a point though; he could probably handle any trouble that came his way if it did arise.

Even now, they only needed to look at each other for a few seconds and they both knew exactly what the other one was thinking.

They drove through the town centre and parked up near the edge of the market area.

“We should get some tickets first," he said as they got out of the car. "That way we can ride all the rides without having to wait in line."

"I suppose so," she replied. "But you know I'm not really that fond of rollercoasters or anything too fast."

He laughed as he took her arm and led her over to the entrance gate.

A few moments later, they were inside the grounds and walking amongst the stalls which lined either side of the walkway.

Most of them sold clothes, jewellery and other accessories but there were also plenty of food stands selling hot dogs, chips and candyfloss.

"It looks busy already," he commented as they made their way slowly through the throng of people.

"I think we're going to have to fight our way through. But I think I know a shortcut."

"Oh goodie!" she replied sarcastically. "How exciting! Let's go."

The finally found the ticket booth.

“Two please," he said to the lady behind the counter. "For two adults."

She handed them each a paper ticket as well as a plastic bag containing a pair of wristbands.

He slipped his on and watched as his girlfriend did the same.

Once they'd put their bags back in the boot, he looked around and spotted a small kiosk on the far side of the field.

"Come on," he said excitedly. "Let's go on the merry-go-round."

He grabbed your hand and pulled you along after him as he made his way across the grass.

You could hear the music playing as you walked towards the brightly coloured horses.

When you got to the front you realised there was a queue leading onto the ride itself and several more queues waiting to get on once the previous ones had left.

"I knew i should've bought out the fairground earlier," he muttered.

"Oh hush, it doesn't matter," she whispered sweetly in return. He started pushing the people in front of him aside until he reached the head of the queue.

As soon as his turn arrived, he held your hand tightly as you stepped aboard the ride.

You held on to his waist firmly and gripped tight the metal bars above your head.

Then, the whole thing began moving round and round, faster than you thought possible.

Your boyfriend's hands tightened even further as you squealed with excitement whilst trying desperately not to lose grip of the bar.

After about five minutes of dizzying motion, the ride stopped again and you felt yourself start falling forwards as it slowed right down.

Luckily your boyfriends strong arms kept you from plunging off the seat completely, although they couldn't keep hold of one hand for very long.

“Wheeee!! That was fun," you cried breathlessly. "Let's do another!"

“We should go on one of those little bumper cars next," he suggested with a chuckle. You nodded your agreement eagerly.

They headed towards the exit and went outside where there were dozens upon dozens of these miniature vehicles racing around a large wooden track.

You choose a vehicle and climbed inside. Your boyfriend choose one nearby, hopped in beside you and wrapped his arms around you protectively.

"Hold on baby," he growled softly in your ear.

"Ooohhhhhh!" you screamed in delight as you careered around corners, narrowly missing other cars on numerous occasions.

You bounced up and down against the seat as you spun around, laughing madly, feeling safe in your boyfriends embrace.

Eventually he released his grasp on you suddenly and you fell forward as you tried to grab the steering wheel. The force sent you hurtling off the seat and crashing to the floor, hard enough to knock the wind out of you.

"You alright?" he asked, looking concerned.

"Y-yeah I think so," you stammered between gasps for air.

“I love you," he told you as he leaned down and kissed you tenderly.

After a moment you recovered your senses enough to smile at him and reply.

"I love you too."

A short time later, you were sat back down enjoying yourselves on one of the benches whilst he was feeding you ice cream.

You were giggling like children, holding hands and talking about all the stupid things that happened to you during the day. Eventually, the sun started setting and the crowd started thinning away.

“I know sometimes we argue but it makes me happy to spend time with you," he told you earnestly.

"It does make me happy too," you admitted. "I wouldn't want to change a thing."

"You’re so beautiful," he continued dreamily. "So caring and compassionate too. If you weren't so shy, I could tell you how wonderful you are to me."

You blushed deeply, embarrassed at having been spoken to quite so openly.

But still you felt your heart begin to beat faster as the words sank in deep within your mind. He leant in closer, his voice dropping even lower.

"I've fallen in love with you," he mumbled quietly into your hair. "And I intend to marry you someday."

You froze up instantly and stared wide eyed at him. His face dropped slightly and he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Well, it’s getting late we better head home," he said with forced jollity. "It's a long drive tomorrow."

You nodded dumbly and allowed him to lead you back towards the car.

Once they were both seated safely inside, he turned towards you with a big grin plastered across his handsome features.

"So..." you murmured uncertainly. "Are you sure...you meant that...?"

His mouth split into a huge grin and he shook his head playfully as he spoke.

"Yes, of course. What kind of idiot do you take me for? Now buckle up, sweetheart, 'cause it's gonna be a bumpy ride!"

#trunks #trunks x reader #dbz x reader #trunks dbz #trunks sfw

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chasingjill · 4 months

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resident evil 4 remake - what each character would be doing on christmas headcanons !

ada wong

she wouldn't be too big on celebrating, although she would treat herself with the money she got from missions. she would buy herself new clothes (she's a fashion icon), jewellery, perfume, makeup etc.

if she felt like it, she might even send leon a little present, even if it's not much it's the thought that counts. it'd be a small token of her love to show she still thinks about him, since they rarely see eachother.

ashley graham

she would LOVE christmas and celebrating it, it's one of her favourite holidays if not her favourite. she would always make sure to have the decorations up, christmas music playing from her record player as soon as it's december 1st.

she would spend the day with her father, opening the gifts he bought her which she deeply appreciates. she'd even buy him gifts, wanting to show how much she appreciates him, especially after the incident of her being kidnapped.

since she's rich (obviously being the president's daughter and all), she would buy her friends big gifts, like a brand new phone. she would say she's sorry that she couldn't get much, despite it being more than most people can afford.

she would probably even make a little handmade gift for leon, wanting it to be made herself instead of something she bought as it's more meaningful that way.

albert wesker

i can't imagine him being much of a festive guy, he wouldn't really celebrate. he'd take the day to have a rest and break, lying in bed for most of the day (he's an old man okay leave him alone).

ingrid hunnigan

much like wesker, i feel she wouldn't celebrate as much, but she would spend time with her family if they wanted her to. when she got back though, she'd definitely rest and just lay in bed, thankful she doesn't have to deal with leon's jokes for a day.

leon scott kennedy

in re2 remake, he definitely loved christmas, it was his favourite holiday. but by re4 remake, he began to not have time for those things, working for the d.s.o and all. he would take the day off to finally have a break from it all, drinking alcohol and getting drunk most of the day (are we even surprised?).

if ada did send him a gift, he would do the same cute smile he done when she gave him the key for the jet ski. he hadn't had time to buy or make anything himself, he felt bad about it but knew she wouldn't mind anyway.

luis serra navarro

same as ashley, he would LOVE christmas. he would be singing all the popular christmas songs like last christmas, all i want for christmas is you, rockin' around the christmas tree etc. he would have all the decorations up, although it would make him a little sad sometimes he didn't have loved ones to share the christmas joy with anymore.

merchant

he would have the best sales on around christmas time, especially after because he knows people are gonna be spending all their money.

he would even sell some little christmas keychain charms to put on your case, which are super cute (both ashley and luis would buy them if they could).

he'd also put some christmas lights on his setup, along with a tiny slow globe.

sorry if these are ooc this is my first time making headcanons💔 its very obvious i love ashley just from this post

tags :: @videogamesluver @gori-thegorilla

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siennaditbot · 1 year

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I've seen others share their Sonic AU and headcanon stuff so I thought I could share mine!

It's kind of a career focused thing, everyone has a job cuz they need money now. It's kind of in the IDW continuity but has AU stuff and other Sonic comic characters. The location is Seaside City from IDW, and everyone is a bit older than in the canon.

Team Chaotix has a café. Vector owns it, Espio is the assistant manager, and Charmy, Mighty and Ray work there part-time (my oc, Slushie, works there as well, for self indulgent fluff and shipping with Espio :3)

Vector and Vanilla are married and laid the groundwork for the café together before Vector found the staff members and randomly picked them off the streets. He plays the piano at the café

Espio isn't a ninja but does come from a family that's big on judo. Likes to paint in his free time (maybe also play the shamisen or koto, idk)

Mighty works as a personal trainer and does gym videos. Gym buds with Knuckles

Ray does "MeTube", both parkour and gaming videos

Charmy helps Silver with gardening around the city. He might not be adopted by Vector but he sees Cream as his sister and the guys as his brothers

Silver is the local gardener, keeps the city plants looking fresh and tidy (shipping with another oc)

Sonic is a really popular MeTuber (imagine MrBeast), he travels around the world, helps others while making fun and entertaining content. He takes Mighty and Ray along sometimes

Shadow owns a clothing store called 'Maria's'. He does the paperwork and keeps it running for the others (Amy, Honey, Blaze and Omega)

Amy works at Maria's, sews and sells the clothes. A casual writer outside work? (Unofficially a thing with Shadow?)

Honey has her own line that Shadow is willing to have and sell at the store. She comes and goes as she pleases

Blaze is the store's model, but also helps make and sell them

Zero (Infinite) is Shadow's competitive neighbour, creator of the 'Jackal Squad' brand (expensive but plain), has a crush on Blaze lol

Omega is an old campus robot (created by Robotnik) who wanted more from life. Shadow gave him a job, he's basically a living sewing machine lol. (Needles can be used in a threatening way, though)

Robotnik (Eggman) teaches robotics etc at a local university, students love him. Basically Mr Tinker from IDW

Metal Sonic is another campus robot who's willing to stay with his creator and help him. Based on the famous MeTuber

Tails is an intern studying under Robotnik at the university

Cosmo is most likely going to appear just for some Tailsmo fluff, not sure yet

Rouge has a jewellery store (and is married to Knuckles?)

Knuckles is a guard at Rouge's store. His calling is guarding gemstones lol

Big is still himself, just fishing

Cream works at a daycare with the other oc, Briar

Bean, Nack/Fang, Bark, Sally, Bunnie, Antoine, Rotor and maybe others are the kids at the daycare

Not everyone has appeared yet but at least these peeps are gonna be in the fic. I'm also kinda working on a comic of it but gotta rework some of it.

It's most likely gonna be a series on AO3, rn I only have a ship-heavy fic of Espio and Slushie going. Probably gonna write about what the others are doing soon.

Anyway, here's the link if anyone wants to read some Slushie x Espio (Sluspio) fluff lol:

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artemisbarnowl · 2 months

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I went to some markets this morning and they were REAL they had actual artists and crafts people selling things they legit made with their own hands!!! Wool and wild silk dyed with leaves, hand carved wood tableware and ornaments (we love trees here sir), possum pelts and possum/merino knit clothes and accessories, ceramics (inc these LOVELY bangles), enamel jewellery, UGGs made here from sheep up the road, apples and berries from farms in the hills. Also artists selling oil paintings, photos, prints and my favourite- a lino artist with this absolutely gorgeous fairy wren print that I WILL be buying when I've saved up money.

Also, hot food and honey and stuff but I feel like most markets where I live are for food so I'm not as impressed

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mistress-riddle · 2 years

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𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑. tom riddle.

ꨄ CW. retail! riddle, mentions of selling organs, mentions of a cigarette.

MASTERLIST.

ꨄ PROMPT(S). 64. "you come here often?" "well I work here, so I think I'm obligated to say 'yes'?"

ꨄ REQUEST. This line of course made me of our favourite budding villain being Borgin and Burkes' most irritated employee. I don't really have much other than that, do what you will with it if it at all interests you :) — @sk1fanfiction

you strolled into the least shady looking shop in the whole of knocturn alley ( which was hard to believe since the place looked like they'd sell your organs- ) with a light bounce to your step giving the idea that you were walking in to buy some candy.

the shop was interesting to say the least, it was full of magical items that were as bizarre as bones that once blonged inside a human or as normal as enchanted jewellery.

"riddle, check the counter!" the loud voice of a man rang through the shop after the chime sounded from the bell.

footsteps were shortly heard coming from the backside of the shop "what can I do for you, miss?" a smooth voice with little a rasp to it questioned as a man arrived at the counter.

"I'm here to collect the order that I made two days ago?" you say in response only seconds after his questioning. he nodded as he put away the cigarette.

"alright," the man before you flipped through one of the books at the counter and you continued to admire him. he then lifted his head to give you a slightly confused look that signalled for you to enlighten him.

"oh, my apologies, I'm here to buy some bloodroot plants."

"that's quite alright, just give me a moment." you watched as he squat down to take a look at something stored behind the counters before moving to some shelves the were placed to the side.

the atmosphere quickly returned back to the silence that was normally present as he rummaged the shop for your order. you, however, as much as you'd like to continue staring at the beautiful man, did not enjoy the absolute silence that accompanied it.

in your stupid attempt to kill the silence, however, you had asked an equally stupid question to the obvious employee.

"you come here often?"

the man halted his searching as he turned to look at you and you bit your lip in regret "fuck, that's stupid." you quickly add "it's just because I didn't see you here when I first made my purchase-"

you heard a chuckle leave the man's mouth and allowed a smile to tug at your lips, it was a nice sound "well I work here, so I think I'm obligated to say 'yes'?"

"I presume that is the answer your boss would expect, too." you looked away from him as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and heat flooded your body.

"I'm glad, it was quite a hard question to answer."

"well, you sir, have passed with flying colours." he let out another low laugh to himself as he made his way back to the main counter at the front.

'so he's humourous, attractive, articulate, responsible and seemingly powerful and intelligent? what a man...'

"may I have your name?" he asked and you were snapped out of your thoughts with excitement running through your bloodstream only for it to dimish when you'd noticed it was merely to be put down into the shops transactions.

"oh," you let a bit dissapointed "[name] [surname]." he nodded and handed you a bag of your wanted supplies.

"that'll be 45 galleons, miss [surname]." he smiled at you politely and you placed the sack of money on the table for him.

"thank you for your service." you sent him back a smile of your own.

"thank you for purchasing at borgin and burkes, hopefully you'll come around here next time. take care!"

'you don't need to tell me twice' you thought to yourself as you stole one last glance at him.

as you wrapped your coat tighter around your frame and started to walk the man had stopped you as he started to speak "I'm tom riddle." he nonchalantly informs you as he takes a drag of his cigarette and leaves through the back with his free hand stuffed in his pocket.

you unfreeze to pump your arm ever so slightly in victory and feel yourself get merrier as you walked out.

TAGLIST —@bellatrixscurls @veroriddle @latte125 @pearlstiare @wvsh @anyqueen008 @potters-heart @shibble @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle jr #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle drabble #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle headcanon #tom riddle oneshot #tom riddle scenario #tom riddle blurb

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the-martyrfication-of-the-matron · 1 year

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Do you have any Logan HCs?

Obviously.

Can’t forget my greasy little dog man that I find really attractive for no real reason.

-Brothel regular pre-Dating Donna. Because he’s a little slime man.

-He does bathe he just… doesn’t look like he does…

-He’s got the mouth of a drunken sailor.

-Trilingual, in Tu’Lan, Gal’Run and Ru’Auni, since they’re the big three regions for trade and he is a merchant.

-He was 5’11 when he first arrived in Phoenix Drop, but the werewolf transformation bumped him up to 6’5. He’s actually really short for a werewolf, and so he no longer does any trade with Brightport and Pikoro himself, he typically sends Malachi to do it for him.

-He would probably smoke if there were cigarettes available in MCD time.

-He doesn’t get drunk easily.

-He can play the lute, a little side hustle he used to have when merchanting was slow, but he usually only plays when it’s to entertain his kids or to make Donna happy on a stressful day.

-He looks like 5+ years older than he actually is.

-He is incredibly sunburnt all the time

-He has a horse called Captain.

-He’s chubby buff because, like idk if anyone can tell, that’s my type. And since a lot of his muscle came from the werewolf transformation, he has a load of stretch marks.

-He worships the Gal’Run gods, though prays to the Ru’Auni saints occasionally. He’s found more luck with his own gods, but he’s not against experimenting.

-He’s only not considered the alpha of the Phoenix drop wolf pack because every time the werewolves try to talk to him he just… leaves. Like he’s the eldest one there but he’s more likely to spontaneously combust than actually be useful.

-Donna introduced herself as a merchant when they first met, so imagine his shock when he found out she was basically just a pimp.

-Banned from Nana’s tavern but still goes there because he gets in little brawls all the time.

-His dad was also a merchant, and his mother was a farmer, so he grew up fairly wealthy. Those that control the food supply have the most power in small communities.

-He enjoys reading, even though Donna took him for being stupid. It’s a good way to get a grasp of the local culture and what’s valued there, and therefore what sells better.

-He loves his wife so much, like maybe he did only get with her to get some ass, maybe she only got with him for his money, but fuck if what he feels for her now isn’t love then love doesn’t exist.

-He isn’t home all the time because merchant things means he has to travel, but when he is, he spends every non-work hour with his family. He acts like they irritate him but there’s honestly no one he’d rather spend time with.

-He enjoys picking on Aphmau way to much.

-he helps Brendan out on occasion. It’s something to do when he needs a break from work.

-He was a really weak werewolf at first, but over the 15 years he really bulked up and now he’s definitely up there with some of the strongest people in the village.

-He’s a cat person. Like okay yea he’s part dog, but cats are where his love lies. To contrast, Donna is a dog person.

-He keeps his hair about shoulder length, so it’s not too long, but Donna can still play with it.

-He wears a lot of iron jewellery, and like most human-presenting werewolves, a silver ring to keep himself in check.

-He’s not got any magicks, but he has a natural immunity to it, so charming spells don’t work on him. But on the same note, he’s a little slime man, so normal charming and flirting works way too well.

#aphmau #aphverse #rewrite #aphblr #minecraft diaries #mcd #amaranth #logan (mcd)

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abigail · 7 months

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do u have any recommendations on where to get nice mini skirts and rings? :-) thank u

hiiiiii !! I’m not totally sure about mini skirts because honestly most of my clothes are secondhand/vintage - my best suggestion is to figure out the style of mini skirt you’re wanting, like if you want a pleated one or a skater style or fitted etc and if you want it high waisted it low or mid etc etc etc then once I’d figured this out I’d go on depop/vinted/ebay and use that to search.. so like instead of just ‘mini skirt’ I’d search ‘high waisted pleated mini skirt’ for example, then use the search tool bar thingy on the site to narrow down the colours and sizes to what I’m wanting (or just add that info to my original search) you can do this on other sites too obvs not just reselling ones, I like asos personally because they’ve got so much stuff and it’s super easy to search for really specific things on there (also anything you add to your basket they save it for an hour so it won’t sell out while you’re still browsing hehe) (saying this though I’d always recommend shopping secondhand first but of course that’s easier said than done most of the time) oh and !! if there’s any certain details you want on it then include that too, like pockets, belt loops, chains etc and if there’s any fabrics you want in particular too like lace or silk or whatever :-)

for rings (and other jewellery) I again, get most of it secondhand ! but the majority of my rings are from regal rose, the store I work at (they don’t sell online, sorry!), mysticism luna or etsy ! :-) I love regal rose a lot tbh and their newest collection is killing me because I want so much of it but I have like 0 money right now ough but yeah I hope this was helpful and that you find some cute stuff ! <3

#I for sure have rings from other places btw but I’m sleepy and they’re the ones that came to mind first lol #i

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felfiramoondesigns · 3 months

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I have a mix bag of stock left for this Grishaverse Second Army inspired kaleidescope set. At least one of these designs has as low as only 1 left in stock. None of these will EVER be restocked! And they will not come back as other types of products either. The designs will be retired.

Can you believe I made these in 2021???? The stock I have left right now is from the late 2021 restock after you guys sold me out during the original run (which has never happened before or since haha)

They were also a big teaching moment for me in terms of restocking. I still have stock of them years later which isn't ideal tbh so this is why I am so wary of doing restocks. I'm selling these reduced to try to clear space so I'm loosing money on them but sometimes you gotta make that call 😅 At least I know that lots of people own these and love them! 💜

Remaining stock:

Alkemi 23A

Corpsewitch 18A

Durast 3A 16B

Healer 14A 12B

Heartrender 20A

Inferni 11A 13B

Shadow Summoner 10A

Squaller 1A

Sun Summoner 21B

Tailor 14A

Tidemaker 20A

I cannot for the life of me figure out why the heck Squaller has been the most popular one?????? I'm so confused hahaha.

Lastly my OH has agreed to read Six Of Crows 😱 we recently watched something heist orientated which he greatly enjoyed so fingers crossed he enjoys SOC 🤞

#book merch #shadow and bone #six of crows #grishaverse

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oneleggedgiraffe · 2 years

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Aleks concept

people were interested in her so i figured id make a separate post explaining what her deal is and also at the same time giving context for my vigilante au that ive been vaguely making content for

Vigilante AU:

Basically the city hates the ninja from about the end of season 1. They hide their identities for most of the show and cant really return to the monastery so they live in the crappy apartment from season 2 and take on day jobs. They also send Lloyd to school because he might as well learn how to divide while they’re at their day jobs. The basic plot events still happen but a bit differently and all the ninja have cool street clothes

Aleks’s plot

She's a central character in one of the plot lines I made for the vgilante AU. To summarize the plot and her involvement; after the events of season 7, the time blades were lost to the streams of time and scattered around history. One of the blades happened to land in a small village a few hundred years after the beginning of Ninjago.

The time stop blade was seen as a blessing. The villagers thought it was granting them longer lives when the subtle effects of the blade would slow down their lifespans and halt their aging. Years later, a man travelling through the area heard about this and stole the blade. Hundreds of people frozen in time for several dozen years were released and the effects hit them all at once. Most of the village died short after the man left and upon hearing about this, the man decided the blade was cursed and locked it away.

Time passed and the blade was forgotten. Until one day a young thief broke into a house and found the blade stashed away in a vengestone case. Almost being caught she fled with some money, jewellery, and the case. After a few months of owning it, Aleks couldn't seem to figure out what it was or even someone to sell it to. Until a man approached her showing interest in it. After reluctantly following him, he revealed himself as the owner of the time forward blade. He attacks her and she tries to escape before eventually fighting back. After a mysterious third party stopped their fight, both blades break near Aleks and she ends up absorbing their power.

As the man attempts to lunge at her again she finds herself instinctively transporting herself away, and she finds herself in modern Ninjago where eventually the Ninja find her. They recognize her as the first Elemental Master of Time and decide they have to help her locate all blades so she can absorb their power, travel back to her time, and return to her destined path. She's reluctant through most of it, becoming even more hesitant when learning about what Krux and Acronix did. She figures if she never follows this path then the elemental power of time will never exist and Krux and Acronix will never have committed any of their crimes. But eventually they convince her of her destiny and they start looking for the other blades and train her to take on the role.

sorry about the giant block of text. I tried to format it to be a bit more readable. But yeah! I’ve been meaning to get properly started on the vigilante AU some time ago but life got busy and summer break means that nothing can stop me. This fake season for the AU takes place sometime after season 10 and before season 11 when the taste of destiny is still fresh on their lips

#ninjago #ninjago oc #aleks #vigilante AU

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ive been spending way too much time on terf blogs the past few days and this thing i saw has been living in my head rent free like

(Image description: @/fakeboitherottengirl writes, "You learn to chase gender like you learn to chase any other drug. You chase gender euphoria like an anorexic chasing her skeleton. The next piece of clothing, the next haircut, the next injection, the next operation, THATS the thing you need to be happy. After this next binder or HRT or boob job or dress or tube of makeup your body will finally feel "right". And by the time you've eliminated all the things that could be "wrong", when no hair is left out of place and and you "pass" you realize you are still yourself with all the same pain you've been running from getting closer every day. And suddenly there's nowhere left to run. Your hair can't get any shorter. Your chin can't get any smoother. No shade of lipstick fills the void it once promised to. Capitalism lied to you and is actively profiting off of your gender dysphoria/euphoria. Dysphoric people deserve better than the capitalist "solution" of transition." End image description.)

There's so much wrong with this where do I start. (Soooo tempted to just throw out the whole suitcase but I think there's maybe half a thought in there worth keeping. So here goes)

All of the procedures you've listed above are things cis people do as well. Buy makeup and have boob jobs and get laser hair removal, buy gender-affirming (or gender nonconformity-affirming) clothing and jewellery. Yet somehow it's only bad when trans people do it? Capitalism leaves hollow voids of suffering in all of us. How we fill it is each of our own choice, and all of the things mentioned above are morally neutral. Including drug addiction and even eating disorders, because we believe in a thing called bodily autonomy. heard of it?

The capitalist solution of transitioning: Okay yes lots of trans people spend money on transitioning. A lot of cis people also spend money on gender-affirming clothes, accessories and surgeries. Capitalism has a solution for everything. It's true. BUT: not everyone's transition involves a lot of money, and most trans people are poor af. We cut our own (or each others) hair, get clothes from free clothes swaps and use other forms of mutual aid. Changing your name and pronouns is free! And yes we have to exist under capitalism, great observation sherlock. anything else?

And what, exactly, is a better solution for dysphoric people? Since you acknowledge they exist. Is it to live with their pain forever? I mean, you radfemmy types take enormous pride in suffering and make suffering the very core of your ideology so I can't say I'm surprised. Tell Me, has your suffering enlightened you? Do you know things no one else does? Did you find the light. And why am I reminded of tradcath imagery where you have to suffer to make up for being born, until you die... is this the kind of imagery you strive to invoke? Is your suffering the yoke you toil under forever, to make up for the wrongness in your soul and the void in your heart. Do we all need to find Jesus? Tell Me? (or please maybe just help us dismantle capitalism. yes it wants to sell you solutions to problems that didn't exist until capitalism told you you had them!! yes it hurts everyone!! we agree on this!!)

tldr suffering is great and if you embrace it you won't have to participate in capitalism anymore. but it's fine to participate in capitalism actually, as long as you're being nice and cis about it i guess. womanhood is only suffering and manhood is only violence and there is no room for genuine joy in the human experience. this is what you're telling me yes? okay. cool. okay

anyway I've found so much love and peace from being trans, not really from changing my body (which I BARELY have and still don't really know if I will) but from being part of loving, accepting, truly radical communities. Going from being othered to being part of the othereds. Community is the true value of the queers. Probably you radfems would agree about your own!! You love your communities and want to keep them safe!! See, us too. And we don't have to fight each other to keep ourselves safe. In fact fighting makes all of us less safe! None of us want that.

Anyway it's so difficult to have nuanced (or any) conversations about these things and i appreciate you taking the time to read this. and as much as I understand that my "why can't we all get along uwu 🥺" thing is naive and idealistic, I would much prefer to be naive, idealistic and hopeful, than full of distress and fear and despair at the state of the world - and the state of feminist, body neutral and autonomy affirming activism. (A despair we share, I assure you! Being hopeful anyway is an active choice.)

Hope is hard. It is! I have a lot of practice cultivating mine and it still doesn't come easy. The first step is believing you can have hope, and that things can get better. The next step is to find out what you, personally, can do to actively make things better for people around you. Start hyper-local, log off from the internet for a lil while, consult older activists around you. Millions of people doing tiny things will add up to bigger changes, and you have to believe change is possible. You have to. Otherwise you will get too content in your own misery and stop growing as a person and stop actually making the world better.

"You have to act as if it were possible to radically transform the world. And you have to do it all the time." ― Angela Davis

Anyway, one thing that doesn't help is trying to take away people's bodily autonomy. Whether that's restricting access to abortion, or access to transition, or access to cosmetic surgery, or ability to do sex work, or kink. Just cus you personally think any/all of these are oppressive and evil, doesn't mean you get to make choices for other people on how to live their lives.

Bodily autonomy.

If you're against abortions, don't get one.

If you're against transition, don't get one.

If you're against kink, don't do it.

Some people don't get a choice, such as victims of sex trafficking or Hershel Walker's mistresses when he arranges their abortions. But that doesn't mean you should take the choice away from everyone.

#so glad to have found genuine joy in my trans experience tbh #radfem pipeline #terfs cw #terfs do interact #if you dare #radblr #radfem safe #radical feminism #like can we at least agree that there are MANY. ways to respond as an individual to the pressures of capitalism and patriarchy #and being trans and being radfem are 2 and they are both somewhat understandable #unless you are one & are looking at the other in which case.#this division between us has been inflated enough that we simply cannot see past our differences #when i maintain and will forever that #we have more in common than we don't #at abortion protests you will stand side by side with us because we know as far as the powers that be are concerned #all of us are evil and need to be silenced #sigh #queer stuff #trans stuff #this post has been on my drafts for over a month and it will invite the terflings into my notes once more #which is the main reason ive put off posting it #arguing with terfs just takes up too much time that is much better used elsewhere tbh #and yet past me tagged this with a bunch of terf finders #and i cba to take them out tbh #maybe someone will read this and it'll make the gears turn to deradicalise someone from radfemism #all men are not evil btw #there we go edited it a bit added some more now it's ready to go out. terfs in my notifs in 3 .... 2 .... 1 ....

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