#Custom Promotional Notebooks | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

mirellabruno · 9 months ago

Photo

EMILIE FLÖGE (1874-1952) First liberated Viennese woman, Austrian Coco Chanel immortalized in Klimt’s phenomenal Kiss. (re)ascending the social ladder Emilie Flöge was born into a Viennese artisan family that had only recently ascended the ladder of social respectability. Her father Hermann was a master turner who had founded a firm that exported Meerschaum pipes, mostly to the British market. between silk and lace Always passionate about fashion, Emilie quickly started working as a seamstress, and when her elder sister, Pauline, opened a dressmaking school in Vienna, Emilie willingly agreed to help. Two years later, in 1895, the two of them won a prestigious dressmaking competition. In 1904 Flöge sisters opened the couture house Schwestern Flöge in Vienna, with interiors designed by Josef Hoffmann. It quickly became a successful enterprise luring wealthy clients committed to modernity in all its forms. At its prime, the company employed nearly 80 workers. reforming the dress In addition to heading the Schwestern Flöge, Emilie also maintained a direct, hands-on role in production, often pinning fabric to a dummy (custom-made to a client’s proportions) before directing fabric-cutters to reassemble it. She traveled to Paris twice a year to source fabric, belts and buttons. But what really fascinated her, was an idea to rethink women’s dress. Using her familiarity with Wiener Werkstätte projects, folk costumes and Japanese textiles, she soon created her very own Reform Dress. revolutionizing fashion stores By the time Chanel opened her first salon in Paris, Flöge had been producing cutting-edge designs in Vienna for several years. Her loose, flowing and bold dresses rejected the tight-laced style of historicist Vienna already carving out new roles for women in the industry. Flöge’s fashion celebrated physical freedom, self-expression, closeness to nature, and the vitality of other ethnicities from within the Austro-Hungarian Empire itself to the Far East. Unlike other retail stores, the Flöge sisters displayed alluring art objects that were not for sale. The store was decorated with beauticians, tortoise shell combs, marbled paper notebooks, silver chalices and hand-carved wooden dolls. Instead of copying popular design trends of the time, Schwestern Flöge was furnished with sleek, adjustable mirrors; geometric, carved wood chairs; and black-and-white chequered tables. relationship with Klimt In 1892 Emilie was introduced to Ernst Klimt, who recently got engaged with her sister - Helene. He was a talented painter gaining recognition for his work alongside his younger brother - Gustav. After Ernst’s death in December 1892, Gustav was made Helene's guardian. At that time Emilie was eighteen years old and Gustav became a frequent guest at the home of her parents, spending the summers with the Flöge family at Lake Attersee. By 1897, Emilie Flöge and Gustav Klimt had become inseparable, and most Viennese close to the couple assumed that she had in fact become his mistress. While there can be no doubt that the couple were passionately attached emotionally, and would spend countless hours in each other's company over the next two decades, some scholars have raised the possibility that their relationship always remained platonic. After 1891, Klimt portrayed her in many of his works. Experts believe that his painting The Kiss (1907–08) shows the artist and Emilie Flöge as lovers. Klimt also drew some garments for the Flöge salon in the rational dress style - a style promoted by the feminist movement - and from 1898, other clothes designed by the Vienna Secession. fin de siècle By the time Nazis invaded Austria in 1938, many of Schwestern Flöge’s clientele, who were Jewish, had fled the country or were deported to concentration camps. Like neighboring businesses — both established and burgeoning — they were forced to close. Emilie Flöge never wrote her memoirs, but despite the paucity of sources historians have been able to reconstruct the story of her powerful influence as the muse of one of fin-de-siècle Vienna's greatest artists. Among the last survivors from an utterly vanished world, she died in Vienna on May 26, 1952. KNOW MORE: https://www.harpersbazaar.com/culture/art-books-music/a12241915/klimt-muse-emilie-floge-forgotten-fashion-designer/ https://www.crfashionbook.com/culture/a22835087/emilie-floge-art-fashion-cr-muse/ https://www.encyclopedia.com/women/encyclopedias-almanacs-transcripts-and-maps/floge-emilie-1874-1952

#Emilie Flöge #vienna secession #the kiss #gustav klimt

13 notes · View notes

eanfee · 1 month ago

Text

Once upon a time, there was the Unlucky Little Princess...

An ugly, miserable, filthy girl… As she was called by everyone in the kingdom, treated with such contempt that she was forced to live in a chamber covered in dirty rags in the castle's catacombs, being made a slave after the premature death of her parents, murdered by the fire of a fat White Dragon.

She spent her days dreaming, listening and spying on the world outside whenever she could escape her duties, observing in the garden the object of affection of the entire kingdom: the Princess of the Red Rose.

A girl of unimaginable beauty, soft and gentle speech, she lived loved and well cared for in the rich soil where she was planted, flanked by her faithful companions of the nobility, who dedicated their lives to fulfilling all the desires and whims of their beloved princess.

One rare day, the Unlucky Princess was sent outside the castle, tasked with exterminating a horde of insects that were terrorizing the royal gardens. As she passed by with heavy buckets of potions, she could see the princess laughing and having fun with her friends, as was their custom. In the new game they had invented, White Rosebud, the girl with the lowest status, was desperately trying to cover her humble white petals with bright red paint, while the three other flowers constantly poured water over her, causing the paint to run like blood onto the ground.

They told her that if she could paint herself completely at some point, they would promote her from her position as servant to lady-in-waiting, where she could have the honor of serving tea to the others, instead of serving as a seat for the princess.

While they laughed at the young bud's frustrated attempts, the Princess of the Red Rose spotted the Unlucky Princess in the background, and, ending all the fun, called her closer. Despite the looks of complete disgust that she received with every step she took, the hostile whispers and hisses when her ragged clothes brushed against the roots or leaves of one of the noblewomen, the Unlucky Princess walked slowly towards the other princess, who surprised her with a gentle touch on her cheek.

The dazzling rose informed her how enchanted she was by the figure of the girl, who despite being dirty and humble, also carried something inside her that aroused the monarch's curiosity, a touch of determination, loyalty and servitude that she admired in her subordinates. In a magical agreement, she proposed that the girl perform tasks for the group of Aristocrats of the Red Rose, in order to prove her worth as an individual, and thus earn her place among the nobles as nothing less than the Second Princess of the Red Rose. With great enthusiasm, the Unlucky Princess agreed, sealing the agreement with her own blood, beginning to listen attentively to the demands of the roses.

The Wise Baroness demanded the wings of a goat-faced butterfly, which had devoured her poetry notebook days ago, where her deepest secrets were written and now traveled shamelessly to the four winds, filling her with shame and anger.

The Icy Countess requested that she find her Bird of Happiness, which had escaped from its golden cage the night before, because without the animal's magical song, the noblewoman would be condemned to a dark and apathetic existence for all eternity.

The Proud Duchess ordered the scales of a Sad Mermaid, so that she could make a new necklace to enhance her beauty, because the old one had been lost in the sand, and as the oldest of the group, she needed to expose all her maturity through her feminine charms.

Finally, the Princess asked for the recovery of an important artifact: Her heart medallion, her greatest symbol of royalty that had been stolen by a terrible beast that had fled to the farthest corners of the forest surrounding the castle. Offering one of her thorns as a weapon, she instructed the Unlucky Princess to kill the creature, the enormous Mad Dog, extract its heart as a way to ensure its death and bring it inside the locket, as compensation for the theft.

The White Rosebud, having failed to complete her task, was not allowed a request, and could barely say goodbye to the trailblazer as she bent down to be used as a bench once more.

Walking through the forest, the Unlucky Princess soon found a vast field of book-flowers, with their words jumping out of their petals and tangling in meaningless tongue twisters. In the wind, dozens of unusual butterflies roamed stealthily, devouring sentences here and there, delighting in the knowledge acquired.

One of them, however, seemed little interested in the flowers there, showing off a protruding belly and belching letters and more cursive letters from its enormous goat's mouth, letting out whispers of secrets that were hidden in the Baroness's notebook. It recited:

“I know the whole truth, beh beh Of the secrets written in graffiti, beh beh Of the youthful confessions, beh beh Of the words spoken in the dark, beh beh Hidden by a blind feeling, beh beh Chained by a humiliating love, beh beh But that were exposed beh beh By the Proud Lady, beh beh Who played with the love of the youngest, beh beh And threw her truths into the air, beh beh”

Sighing in defeat, seemingly corrupted by the words written in the notebook, the butterfly surrendered to death as the thorn of the Princess of the Red Rose was thrust into its chest, pinning it to the filthy ground, so that the Unlucky Princess could tear the wings from its back and keep them in her bag as a trophy for the Baroness.

Climbing into the trees to be closer to the sky, the princess could watch in awe as the majestic bird flew in daring twists and turns in the sky, displaying its magnificent crimson feathers like a spark of fire that hovered among the clouds.

Its whistle was much more self-contained and festive than the girl had ever heard when it lived in its cage in the palace garden. The notes were sung in such a way as to bewitch all those below it, transmitting the energy of happiness that truly made it worthy of its name.

“I haven’t flown for many years, In that cage, I lived as a prisoner I forgot the colors of the world, I forgot how sweet eternal happiness was! But now I have been freed, By none other than the Ladies of the Rose I had the chance to fly I now recognize eternal happiness! Leave me here, leave me free Allow me to dream again. Don’t make me give up again, on everything I once was Don’t steal my eternal happiness from me! Come now, live with me, To be free, like me, happy like me. And just like me, To also discover eternal happiness!”

Uncaring of the bird's pleas, the Unlucky Princess used the Red Rose Princess's thorn as a spear and pierced the bird's wing, which screeched in agony as it plummeted like a flaming star from the sky, landing in the gift bag next to the butterfly's wings.

"Ambition is a sin, Hope is foolish, And it seems, as they say: Eternal happiness is a joke."

The bird finished bitterly, before using its sharp claws to rip out its own tongue, shutting itself up forever.

Climbing down the vines, sliding down to the muddy ground, the Unlucky Princess found a desecrated lake, with water so dark that it was impossible to guess what kind of creature could be hiding in its depths. Looking at the rocks piled up on the other side, however, it was possible to see a young mermaid of pitiful appearance crying uncontrollably.

As she slowly approached, the princess realized how frightening the flow of tears that came out of her eyes was, which filled the lake below her even more. Her screams and sobs were so sharp and painful that they seemed to repel anyone who passed by that part of the forest.

Stretching her head to the side, she tried to see the reason for the mermaid's anguish: hundreds, if not thousands of orange eggs were stuck to the sides of the rocks, and continued to be expelled by the tail of the half-fish, who cried louder and louder.

“I was a princess, the most beautiful in the depths of the sea. But I was thrown into this swamp, where they took my royalty. They stripped me of my youth, took everything that was mine. Now I am disgusting and decrepit, just a shadow of what I once was. I remain chained here. With no place to return. With no one to turn to. With no one to cry to. And even without wanting to, I continue to belong to the swamp. And I will always belong, even after death.”

Suddenly, her speech was interrupted by a harpoon that flew from the complete darkness and hit the mermaid's chest, pulling her away in one fell swoop, where her words were silenced. Running to find her, the Unlucky Princess almost vomited when she saw a huge and grotesque Pig in a Tie sitting at an ornate table, displaying an endless variety of dishes and more fine dishes, which did not match his poor etiquette. Arms resting on the table, he devoured the mermaid on his plate quickly in a lascivious manner, scattering her remains on the floor, where a cleaning cockroach tried in vain to straighten up the mess.

Dodging the cockroach's antennae, too focused on her tasks to notice the girl's presence, she reached out her hand across the table to try to grab some scales from the dead mermaid, when she was seen by the pig. Amidst the screams and squeals of the animal, which tried to grab her with its dirty paws, the Unlucky Princess once again used the thorn of the Princess of the Red Rose to pierce the predator's eye, which scared the animal away, giving her enough time to escape into the darkness of the forest.

The pig ran after her, with rage etched in its only remaining eye, its mouth open showing pairs and pairs of teeth that seemed too sharp for a simple swine. The girl advanced as fast as she could, sneaking under thorny bushes that hurt her face and tore her clothes, but in the end, even with the spilling of blood, they allowed her to pass, unlike the Suit. Too big, too greedy. The pig could not pass through the thorns in any way, because its barrel full of sins prevented it, and the disgusting animal was getting increasingly trapped in the bushes, which tied themselves to its feet, arms and neck, leaving it incapacitated. Immovable, forever and ever.

Walking for much longer this time, passing by huge trees that all looked the same, the little princess felt the dense fog of the forest penetrate deeper and deeper into her mind. The difficulty of staying upright on the muddy ground, making her stumble, the pain in her legs injured by the thorns that closed the forest more and more… The princess felt like screaming and letting it all out, but she made an effort to stay quiet, biting her lips to prevent her voice from echoing through the void, afraid of attracting the beasts hidden in the darkness.

Hours passed, or were they days? The absence of the Sun, blocked by the treetops, made the girl lose herself in time, lose herself in space, forget where she came from and where she was going. She wanted to go back to the castle, give up on the Rose Aristocrats' mission and hide in her filthy room forever, before she forgot herself. It was better to be a wretch than to be nobody.

It was then that she heard, among the bushes of a mulberry tree, a loud and terrifying cry, which stretched through the winds and seemed to drown out all other sounds in the forest. A frightening dog suddenly jumped, landing on the ground a few inches from the princess, who fell to the ground in fright.

The beast then began to circle her, displaying claws that seemed like they could tear apart a dozen trees in an instant, and teeth as long and sharp as daggers, which seemed not even to fit inside the animal's mouth, sticking out along with its tongue, extended as if it were trying to taste the girl at any moment, saliva running with desire and corroding the ground where it dripped as if it were the most corrosive of poisons.

Quickly getting up, the Unlucky One grasped the Red Rose Princess's thorn and got ready. But the monster didn't attack her, as she thought it would. It just stood there, staring at the girl as if studying her movements, anticipating an attack.

Bringing the thorn down slightly to get a better look at the beast, the Unlucky Princess finally noticed how strange its appearance was, with a thin body covered in scars. Despite its frightening appearance, it did nothing but stare at the girl, with pleading eyes shining with tears that reflected more sincerity than she had ever seen from anyone else in her entire life. Looking at the dog's raised front paw, it was possible to see a thorn, identical to the one from the Rose Princess, piercing its flesh and poisoning it from the inside, corroding its fingers into rotten flesh.

Feeling compassion for the creature, as she had not felt for any other on her journey, the Unlucky Girl walked towards it carefully, grabbing the thorn with both hands. When she finally pulled it out, the princess saw the creature howl in liberation, and its body began to contort and shrink, more and more, until all that was left of the enormous Mad Dog was a smiling little brown dog, with a heart pendant around its neck.

Stroking her new friend's head, the girl felt happy for the first time in a long time, for not only having managed to fulfill the aristocrats' wishes, but also having found company for herself in that sinister forest.

Together, they walked all the way back to the castle: they wound their way through the thorns, skirting the Pig in a Tie who was still squeaking with hunger, and went around the cursed lake, just in time to see the Housekeeping Cockroach pulling the mermaid's stillborn babies out of the water, with fish tail and a pig's head. They walked along the ground covered in thick roots, beneath the large trees, where the Bird of Eternal Happiness had once made its nest, and after passing through the field of book-like flowers, they arrived at the castle gates.

The Red Rose Aristocrats, planted on the ground, awaited the arrival of the Unlucky Princess, still enjoying their previous game. They continued to throw water at the White Rosebud, who now had no strength and was beginning to wither, with her petals slowly falling from her head and her roots rotting in the soil.

They stopped having fun to welcome the Unlucky Princess and receive their gifts: The Wise Baroness quickly took the butterfly's wings for herself, complaining about the princess's delay in fulfilling her wish. The Icy Countess said nothing when the past with the bloody beak was placed on her leaves, with the broken wing, appearing to have some kind of dark relief at being able to lock it back in its cage. The Proud Duchess laughed and delighted in the mermaid's shiny scales, admiring them as if they were the rarest jewels in the world. All three seemed, in some way, at least minimally pleased with the Unlucky One's services. All seemed satisfied, except one.

The Princess of the Red Rose, although grateful for having her medallion back, approached the little Unlucky One to remind her of the other part of her request: to kill the dog.

No matter how much she begged, how much she said that the dog was no longer evil, that it was cured of the poison of the rose thorn, and that it would never hurt anyone again, none of the members of the Aristocrats of the Red Rose listened to her. The ladies-in-waiting tied its arms and legs with their sharp thorns, while the Princess of the Rose made its roots grow above the ground, surrounding the dog in an impenetrable dome, which was shrinking little by little, squeezing, suffocating, contorting the poor animal that cried in despair inside it.

Soon the crying stopped, blood flowed out of the dome of roots and the aristocrats began to celebrate the death of the Mad Dog. They brought a beautiful red dress for the Unlucky Princess, showered her with jewels and flowers, and the White Rosebud was placed at her feet as her newest maid, a gift from the Red Rose Princess, in gratitude for her newest friend.

But the celebration did not go as planned, and no one in the entire castle could have imagined a more tragic future than this. The Unlucky Princess lifted the thorn of the rose one last time, and plunged it deep into the other princess's heart.

The result was immediate, her face contorted into a monstrous grimace, her petals began to dry and fall to the ground like ashes. Her voice, shrill and fearsome, echoed through the wind, repeating the same words:

What have you done?! What have you done?! What have you done?!

The poison spread through her leaves, stems, roots, until it infused so deeply into the earth that nothing could stop it from spreading. One by one, all the Aristocrats of the Rose were taken by the poison and became morbid, rotting statues, frozen forever in their state of agony. The trees also succumbed, throughout the entire forest, the ground turned opaque gray, the water stopped flowing in the rivers and even the birds fell from the air. The castle and all its members followed the same fate, leaving behind only a deafening void. Reaching down to hold her canine friend one last time, the Unlucky Princess lamented her choices with a seemingly endless wail, torturing herself with the pain that was now her only companion.

And in the end, she was left alone with her own filth.

What an unlucky day.

#rule of rose fairy tale #rule of rose jennifer #rule of rose

2 notes · View notes

shivada-jade · 2 years ago

Text

kaveh x reader she/her pronouns

i've never been in love before

I’ve never been in love before… but all at once it’s you. It’s you forever more. I thought my heart was safe. I thought I knew the score.

It was a short song that she made in her quaint room. It wasn’t quite complete yet. She didn’t want to force out words that weren’t true. A true student of the Akademia, especially a Haravatat alumni, would never put a pen to paper with false facts. She released a lengthy sigh, opting to draw small flowers and swirls on her notepad.

The small tavern she rested at was her oasis from the busy traffic of people in the Akademia. Always quiet on a Wednesday afternoon. The only sound was the drinks clinking or being mixed together, the grill and quiet, but lively conversations from two other tables on the first floor.

She stretched, cracking her bones. Her hands pushed herself away from the table and stood. She grabbed her pen and notepad of unfinished lyrics with one hand.

She leaned against the rail. She looked down to the opening on the floor that showed the kitchen and some tables of guests. The scent of mouthwatering food washed over her senses. She resisted trying to buy right away. Her elbows propped up on the rails and rested her cheek on the palm of her hand as customers came and went.

She laughed as she heard a few conversations downstairs complaining about a certain professor. Her eyes glanced up once when hearing another jingle from the door. She grinned.

“Kaveh! Up here,” she waved her arm upon seeing the blonde architect enter the tavern.

He waved back and wandered up the stairs, momentarily leaving her sight. She let out a small chuckle to herself. She continued to watch people even when Kaveh appeared in her peripheral vision.

“So, Miss Songwriter, finished that secret project you’re doing?” He leaned on the rails like her, mimicking what she was doing, except instead of people watching… He knocked on the rail, and nodded. He looked up and around, appreciating the structure of the building.

She hummed. “Not quite. I’m waiting for more inspiration.” She tapped on the rail in a pattern absentmindedly as they spoke.

-... ..- - / - .... .. ... / .. ... / .-- .... -.-- / .. - .-..-. ... / .- .-.. .-.. / - --- --- / ... - .-. .- -. --. . / .- -. -.. / ... - .-. --- -. --. .-.-.- / .. .-..-. -- / ..-. ..- .-.. .-.. / --- ..-. / ..-. --- --- .-.. .. ... .... / ... --- -. --. ... .-.-.- / .- -. -.. / --- ..- - / -- -.-- / ... --- -. --. / -- -.-- / .--. --- ..- .-. .-.-.-

A lightbulb went over her head and she started writing.

He laughed, turning his head to face her. His grin was contagious and she had to mirror it. He groaned, burying his head into his hand for the dramatic flair. “You and me both. My clients always change their vision so that I start to dwindle into rock bottom.”

He lifted his head and grimaced. “And I never knew rock bottom had a basement.”

“Boo. Cheer up. I’m in that basement’s basement.” She patted his back in consolation while she was still writing. She stopped. She glanced at Kaveh who was already smiling at her.

“Writing about my failed endeavours for your song?” He teased, not bothering to look at what was written. He respected her form of art, and in a way it was like his sketches to him. Not any artist wants someone to look over it.

He adjusted the hair clips on his head, noticing it loosening.

She scoffed playfully and clicked her tongue, writing the last sentence in. “You wish it was about you.”

“Of course. Maybe it would promote my projects and increase my fundings!”

“Hmm, why would I help you,” she sang.

He pushed himself off the rail and walked backwards. His thumb pointed to the stairs. “Well, I’m gonna start ordering. Do you want the usual?”

She grinned, trailing after him, “Why, Kaveh, you sure know me well.”

“Of course.”

Her hands closed her notebook swiftly. The last line of her finished lyrics were engraved in her head.

So please forgive this helpless haze I’m in. I’ve really never been in love before.

before i get sued for anything. no, i didnt create the lyrics. the song is called "I've never been in love before". All the versions are lovely :) check it out!

#genshin x reader #kaveh x reader #genshin impact x reader #sorry i pulled another crepus #i think morax fits it better #sorry i pulled another morax #not beta read again HAHAHAHA never!!

16 notes · View notes

ashen-crest · 2 years ago

Text

babes we are in cal’s pov!!

Cal walked to the Council building, clutching her silk-lined bonnet against the wind and trying very hard not to think about Georgie’s letter. Specifically, the parts of it that had given life to a flight of butterflies in her stomach.

She was thrilled the sisters would be visiting, of course. They had been more than kind after the events of Dawnstone. They let her stay with Emry while he convalesced, showed her around Senne, made her feel like part of the family.

But that, in its entirety, was the problem. She didn’t want to feel like a member of the family. She wanted to be a member of the family, with such a force that made the butterflies in her stomach flap into an embarrassing whirlwind.

She sighed at herself and picked up her pace. It didn’t matter if Georgie’s brazen questions prompted Emry into action that very day—there were processes for these things, systems and customs that must be adhered to. There were seasons, and dances, and promenades…

Somehow, the thought of such things settled her. There was clearly no room for impatience—particularly not for two people so visible as a Guild member and Council aide.

Ahead, she spotted an older woman in multiple shawls trundling up the marble steps of the Council building. Cal gripped her notebooks tighter and straightened her bonnet. With any luck, she wouldn’t be a lowly aide for much longer.

go get your mans AND your promotion, girl

you can and will have it all!!

#a rival most vial #cal breslin #writeblr #writblr #my wip

11 notes · View notes

corporate-gifts-dubai · 1 year ago

Text

Corporate Gift Ideas for UAE National Day

UAE National Day is a significant occasion for the whole country. This occasion provides an excellent opportunity to connect with clients, partners, and employees by presenting them with thoughtful and meaningful corporate gifts from Royal Top Trading.

Customized UAE National Day Merchandise:

Gift your employees customized UAE National Day merchandise. Consider items such as t-shirts, wristbands, caps, or keychains featuring the UAE flag, or national symbols with your brand logo.

UAE-themed Gift Hampers:

Delight your employees with UAE-themed gift hampers filled with local delicacies and cultural treats. Include items such as Arabic sweets, premium dates, or gourmet snacks. Incorporate your company’s branding with these and make them remember your company’s name.

Personalized Stationery:

Offer your employees personalized stationery items that combine functionality with a touch of UAE flair. Consider notebooks, pens, or desk accessories adorned with their initials alongside UAE-themed designs. This thoughtful gesture not only adds a personal touch but also encourages productivity and creativity in the workplace.

Wellness Gifts:

Prioritize your employees’ well-being by gifting wellness-related items. Consider options like, essential oil diffusers, aromatherapy sets, and stress-relief kits. These gifts demonstrate your commitment to their holistic well-being, encouraging a healthy work-life balance and promoting a positive atmosphere within the company.

Cultural Experiences:

Vouchers for traditional Emirati dining experiences, desert safaris, or visits to museums and cultural sites can create memorable moments of exploration and appreciation.

Tech Gadgets:

For a more modern gift, consider tech gadgets that align with your employees’ interests such as power banks, and USB flash drives (card USB, etc).

Personalized Appreciation Cards:

Accompany your corporate gifts with personalized appreciation cards.

By selecting thoughtful and personalized gifts, you can show your employees that their hard work is valued and that they are an integral part of your organization’s success. Whether it’s customized UAE-themed merchandise, wellness gifts, or cultural experiences, the right gift will leave a lasting impression

Royal Top Trading is your trusted corporate gifts supplier in Dubai. Our extensive range of premium corporate gifts allows us to help you leave a lasting impression on your clients, employees, and business associates. We serve all across the UAE including Abu Dhabi, Kuwait, Nigeria, Egypt, Qatar, Bahrain, Saudi Arabia, Oman, and South Africa.

Visit Our Website/ Catalogue to see our extensive selection of corporate gifts, and business gifts and we are confident you’ll find the perfect item for your next promotion. However, if you require assistance, our experienced team is always here to help.

Contact us today at +971 50 588 4169 to help you find the right corporate gifts/ promotional gifts for your organization that will leave a lasting impression on your clients/ employees

#corporate gifts dubai #promotional gifts dubai #corporategifts #corporate gifts #corporate gift items

2 notes · View notes

crownmediallc · 1 year ago

Text

Dive deep into the world of self-expression with our Creative Journaling Book, meticulously crafted for individuals who believe every thought, dream, and idea is a masterpiece waiting to be penned down. With a unique blend of custom artwork and intricately detailed pages, this journal promises to be more than just a notebook – an inspiration invitation.

Benefits:

It enhances mindfulness and promotes self-expression.

Provides a structured yet flexible space for writing.

It acts as a repository for memories, thoughts, and dreams.

Makes an exquisite gift for budding writers and thinkers.

Discover a New Dimension of Journaling:

Unchain your creativity and embark on a journey of self-discovery. With our Creative Journaling Book, every page turn is a step towards a world of inspiration. Any writer seeking a muse, this journal is your perfect companion.

Embrace the art of creative journaling and let your imagination soar! Order yours today!

#creative writing #self-expression #journaling

2 notes · View notes

giftingproducts · 8 days ago

Text

Personalized Diary 2025: Your Custom Organizer for the New Year

Kick-start the New Year with a flair of elegance and personal touch in the Quapri Customized Diary with logo. Suitable for professionals, students, or for those who can value keeping things in order, the diary thus reflects functionality and style. Be prepared for the challenges of 2025 planning with functionality accompanied by a pleasing touch.

Looking for Something Specific?Explore our wide range products like Personalized Diary, 2025 Diary,Customized Diary with Pen Holder,Return Address Labels,Personalised Diary with Magnetic Lock and more

0 notes

tumblingxelian · 2 years ago

Note

Okay so, basically, after Five Nights at Freddy's VR: Help Wanted, the immediate next game was a mobile game called Five Nights at Freddy's AR: Special Delivery.

The player plays as a customer for the Freddy Fazbear Funtime Delivery Service, except the sign-up glitches and signs them up for the "Eternal Package" wherein the Funtime Delivery Service keeps delivering hostile animatronics to their front door.

Unlike other games, the player is not killed by the Animatronics, but instead gets mugged (losing both scrapmetal and Remnant to their assailants). The player starts out with a single Endoskeleton, which can be outfitted with a Plushsuit and CPU to make it look and act like various characters from across the series.

There was a Remnant collecting mode where the player could collect Light Remnant with their flashlight, while being careful not to collect Shadowy Remnant that would summon a hostile apparition from the second Five Nights at Freddy's game (who's name is literally just a keysmash) to assault them (though defeating the apparition would reward the player with more Remnant).

Periodically, the player can check their in-game email to see email correspondance between Vanessa and a coworker named "Luis" (this is the same Luis referenced in the Retro CD), though the player only ever saw Luis' emails reacting to "Ness's" weird behaviors (ordering "flowers for her grave" and sending them to herself under the name of "Brad", ordering a viking torture themed calendar, etc), while also awkwardly trying to ask her out while missing her silent cries for help (including her searching the word "help" on it's own to try and get someone to notice her suspicious behavior and get the computer virus possessing her out of her head).

These emails built up to Security Breach's release, revealing how "Ness" was purchasing fabric for Vanny's costume, a knife getting stolen from the kitchen (early promotional materials had Vanny wielding a knife, which was cut from the final game), and an unused email revealed that they were delivering some of their rental animatronics to the PizzaPlex (providing an implied origin for the Blob).

These emails also revealed that Vanessa is usually a lot cutesier than what we see in game, keeping a pink, puppy-themed notebook, wearing rainbow hair extensions, and apparently used to bring cupcakes she baked herself for her coworkers.

Also, Vanny created an army of Springtrap clones using the Plushsuits and set them loose on the country, even though Springtrap was NOT supposed to be part of the Animatronic Catalog.

Damn, this company is just a mess XD

Seriously though thanks for summing all this up, I knew about her emails and searches ETC but didn't do much research on the games tied to them. God damn, that's a lot!

2 notes · View notes

1u11ablues · 2 years ago

Text

Think With Your Heart, Feel With Your Brain(StuckyxOC)

Summary: Lilith gets invited to the facility.

WC: 1.7k

Chapter 2: Invitation

It has been quite the productive week so far. Lilith's group had been booked full the last two weeks. Some days, she even had back-to-back events to go to. Apparently, even adults like magic shows.

To celebrate, she decided to take the day off today and treat herself to a meal at a place she frequents, just two blocks away from hers. It's just a family-owned diner, but they have some of the best burgers and fries that she always finds herself craving when she has extra money to spend.

Upon entering, she bee-lined straight to the end of the diner, sitting at her usual place in the corner away from foot traffic. The waitress on shift approached her with her notebook and pen in hand, a bright smile plastered on her face, making her look more youthful than she probably was.

"Hello Lil," the waitress greets her, "the usual?"

Lilith presses her mouth and nods, trying to emulate the smile, but could never manage to. "Can I also have a strawberry milkshake, please?" She requested, voice quieter than she intended.

The waitress—her name is Mel—smiled as she wrote Lilith's order in her notebook. "Sure thing. What's the occasion?"

"Just a pleasant week." She replied, keeping her eyes on the notebook instead of her face. The staff here has always been friendly to her, even if she can't quite return the same amount of warmth back, so the only way for her to repay the kindness is to tip a little more than usual.

***

Halfway through eating her burger, the bell at the diner door rings, making her flinch, but she continues eating as she reads an ebook from her phone. She was so absorbed in the story that she didn't pay attention to the two figures approaching her. Who they are. From her periphery, they were just another customer. Until a file plopped down on her table. It jarred her so much that she was about to shoot those rude people with a glare, only to stop halfway as she noticed that it's Captain America. Next to him stood James Barnes, who she recently met while grocery shopping.

"Hi, magic," James waved as he sat down opposite you. Captain America took a seat beside him, and all she could do was take in how broad their shoulders were, stretching beyond the backs of the chair. She shifted in her seat. Is she in trouble? And why is James Barnes calling her magic?

Pulling away the plate and her phone from the file that's taking up the majority of the table space, she asked, "Can I help you?"

"I'm Steve, he's Bucky," Steve points at both him and J—Bucky, pushing the file towards her as he asks "Lilith Hemlock. Can you confirm if this is you?"

Atop it sat the flyer she designed to promote the magic show she and her friends are doing. It took all three of them to come up with the design, and they decided to go for a crude illustration of a hand, pulling a rabbit out of a top hat to appeal to younger audiences.

"Yes, this is me. Were you looking to book a slot?" Next week's slots are still fairly empty, just two events on Thursday and Saturday, so if these men were looking to see her show, who is she to decline?

"Well, that depends on what kind of magic we get to see," Bucky replied, the smirk on his face giving him a boyish charm.

"Buck, don't flirt with our potential recruit." Steve chastised him, and she fought to hold in a smile, watching as Bucky pressed his lips in a tight line and nodded, reminiscent of kids getting scolded by their teachers. "Right. Sorry."

So he was flirting. That solved the questions from way before. It made her feel….good. She can never tell if someone is flirting or just being nice, and she wished—wait.

"What do you mean 'potential recruit'?" She questioned, sitting up straight when that information settled into her brain. Her gaze slid down to the file, and she just now notices that it bore a big S.H.I.E.L.D print on it. S.H.I.E.L.D has a file. On her. She reached out to flip it open, looking at both Steve and Bucky for permission to look through it. When Steve nodded, she proceeded to flip through, and her jaw dropped at the amount of information they had on her. Front to back, down to her birth. If they had followed her this tightly, why was she not approached then?

"Why now?" She spoke. Her brain is racing too fast for her to string complete sentences together. Luckily, they got what she was trying to say.

"Bucky was under the impression that it's unwise to let a rogue telekinetic run around without training."

"And we can always use another member on our team." Bucky added right after Steve. Rogue telekinetic…. She shook her head. The way they say it makes it sound like she was going around torturing animals or something. Plus, it's not like she wanted to join and then have them assigned her death missions every other day. Sensing her hesitation, Steve reassured, "the fighting, saving people, we understand that it's not for everyone." Bucky looked at him, then back to her, biting his lips and nodding in a show of agreeing. Lilith hates confrontation. So she sat there just listening, staying quiet, letting them do most of the talking. It's not like it's an unpleasant experience, though. She found herself really enjoying Steve's tone and cadence when he speaks, as if he's trying to soothe her.

"Look until we can figure out if you're safe—to yourself and others—why don't you come live at the facility for the time being?" Her mouth opened to decline, before Bucky interjected, "Everything is provided. Food, accommodations, transportation. You won't have to spend any money except for your own indulgences."

It sounded too good to be true. It sounded like a vacation. Did she have a choice?

"What if I declined?"

Steve gives Bucky a look as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. "We can't guarantee that more…. Hostile people won't take you. Trust us when we say this is as much for your safety as it is for the public." That made more sense. Being used by worse people is less ideal compared to their offer, and if they have this much information on her, who's to know she won't be forced to choose the same for more evil individuals and organisations? Plus, she's always looking to learn more about being a telekinetic. There's only so much books and the internet can provide her with. A stable and safe environment to train and learn, freely provided….it'd be foolish not to take it, right?

But, she's not keen on the idea of having to fight.

"Will I need to learn how to fight?" She questioned, hands busy fidgeting with the flyer.

"Not much beyond self-protection, your choice. We highly encourage you to attend the self-protection course, though. It's held for civilians too, every Saturday. But if you want private lessons, we can arrange that for you."

The only reason she's even considering this is because she had years of savings in her account—courtesy of multiple jobs and a frugal lifestyle—and is really looking forward to a month-long rest. Assuming that it'll take her that long to convince them that she's as harmless as a dove.

Normally, big decisions require a notebook, pen, and ample time for her to figure out the pros and cons of it. She felt…a pull, screaming at her to say yes, but she's curious if that's just her body and hormones begging her to agree to go with the two big attractive men to possibly live with them and other equally strong people. Maybe it's worth it to give in to the impulse now and then.

"Shit. Okay."

"Is that a yes?" Bucky asks, leaning deeper towards her, knocking down the glass of milkshake by his side. With a thought, she righted its position before it managed to spill down her shirt. No embarrassing displays allowed today.

"Yes," she replied before drinking the last of her milkshake.

"Good," Steve continued, "We'll send someone to help you move."

They stood, hands stretched out to exchange handshakes as if they were making a shady deal in a dark alleyway.

"And doll, now that we'll be seeing more of each other, you can call me Bucky." He quipped, winking at her before he left with Steve.

***

"Did you just want her recruited so you could hit on her?" Steve questioned Bucky as soon as they left the diner. The change in atmosphere is jarring, especially to his super soldier senses. It was warmer inside.

When Bucky suggested someone they could add to the team, Steve presumed that this someone has some kind of record, something he could dig into, to figure out the level of danger they pose. The last thing he expected was to be met with a cute girl who's all kinds of shy.

"No—okay, maybe a little. She's cute, right? All that shy is making me think the unholiest thought—"

"Jesus, Buck, stop thinking with your dick for a minute." He chided, rolling his eyes in exasperation. He had known Bucky for so long, knew his appetite and had often been on the receiving(and giving) end of it. Whatever it is Bucky was thinking, none of it is good.

"Okay,okay, it can't be that bad, right? I mean, she could live at the facility for free and train. Let's just see how things turn out. Maybe she'll make a great addition to the team." Bucky says, trying to justify his intentions like he's guilty of something.

Bucky tends to fall into these short obsessive patterns over someone, although it rarely ever ends well. In the end, he either got his heart broken, or lost feelings, and it's always going to be up to Steve to fuck him out of it.

"Just don't do anything drastic, Buck. She seemed reserved. Fuck, do you even know if she's interested in you? I don't want a repeat of last time." Steve reminded him.

The end of his last relationship was so hard on him that he stopped going out for a month. Steve didn't want something like that to happen again. He loved Bucky too much to see him suffer.

"I'll take it slow. Don't worry, Steve. I'll only pursue her if she wants to be pursued, okay?"

Steve sighs, pulling Bucky in to kiss him by the temple.

Chapter 1

#stucky #stevebucky #steve x bucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stuckyxoc #steve/oc/bucky #original character #bucky x oc #buckyxfemale oc #this story got a little out of hand #I already have like #18 chapters handwritten

2 notes · View notes