#Designer Clutch Latest Collection

[scrollnshops-blogs]

Designer Clutch Bags for Women at ScrollnShops

ScrollandShops.com is a trendy multi-designer online store in India. It houses multiple designers under one roof who believe in curating exquisite and premium handcrafted styles by local artisans and designers. ScrollnShops offers an extensive array of pret and couture, including Western clothing, Indian wear, royal designs, and classic styles for women, men, and kids. At ScrollnShops, we have something for everyone that will complement your style and enhance your wardrobe. A Designer clutch bag is more than simply an accessory; it's a statement piece that can boost any look for any occasion. From formal occasions to casual outings, selecting an ideal clutch bag is critical for completing your appearance. A clutch bag stands out among the myriad of available accessories as a dependable and versatile piece, often featuring marvellous embellishments that add a touch of elegance to any outfit.

In simple terms, a clutch bag is a compact, flat handbag with handles or straps, although larger bags with handles or detachable straps are also referred to as 'clutch bags'. Designer clutch bags, also known as clutches, handbags, evening bags, or party bags, are classy and stylish items that distinguish themselves as comfortable and extremely useful accessories. A clutch bag was designed to be held in your hand or tucked under your arm. The term originates from the fact that there are no straps or handles, thus you have to "clutch" it.

Clutches for women at ScrollnShops are normally rectangular or flat in shape; however, they can also be square, spheroidal, circular, or uniquely geometric. They usually include some kind of closure, such as a magnetic snap, zipper, or clasp, which keeps your items safe. A designer clutch bag is crafted with premium materials like wood, raw silk, 100% upcycled cotton, brass, 24K gold foil, chiffon, crepe, georgette, chanderi, and more with countless colours from shimmery hues like silver, gold, white, black, copper, to pastels like mint, powder blue, baby pink. They encourage you to cut down your belongings to the very minimum: you have a credit card or two, a phone, keys, some cash, and perhaps some lipstick. Women prefer wearing a clutch with Gowns, Sarees, Co-ord Sets, or Dresses for a party, get together or festivals and wedding functions.

A designer clutch at ScrollnShops is a masterpiece of art that features royal embroidery handcrafted by beads, Zardosi, Jaal, Sequins, Pearl, Cutdana, Motif, Tonal, Sparkle, Floral or Stripes designs. It also features animal designs like peacocks, birds, fish, or something that is inspired by nature, like flowers, leaves, trees, rainbows, and some out-of-the-box things like evil eye or illusion embroidery. A designer clutch at ScrollnShops features a long or short permanent attached or detachable strap that is constructed by different kinds of fabric, metal, or pearls depending on the style. This will ensure that you stand out from the crowd during formal or festive events.

Categories Related to Accessories

bag

potli

clutch

scarf-and-stole

footwear

headband

belts

keychains

Presenting the Exquisite Clutch Bags for Women by Indian Designers at ScrollnShops

Knnotcase | Lafaani | Mandira Wirk | Priyanka Jain | Riti | The Purple Sack

Envelope clutches, as the name implies, are envelope-shaped and have an up fold-over flap closing. They're usually rectangular and flat, making them convenient to tuck under your arm. Envelope clutches come in a wide range of sizes and materials, from small to large. Kora Envelope Clutch , Beaded Floral Envelope Clutch

Pouch clutches are gentle, unstructured bags with a zip-top fastening. They are less formal than other types of clutches, which makes them ideal for daytime gatherings or informal evening outings. Pouch clutches are available in colourful hues and prints. Fusion Embellished Clutch, Elephant Embroidered Clutch, Bohemian Tassel Clutch, Oversized Tassel Clutch

Box clutches are structural, hard-sided clutches that, as the name implies, resemble a box. They are sometimes coated in luxurious fabrics and beaded in complex patterns, making them a popular choice for formal occasions. The strong frame of a box clutch also protects your things. Pearl Embroidered Clutch, Floral Embroidery Clutch, Embroidered Box Clutch, Handpainted Machlee Clutch, Peacock Embroidered Clutch

Wristlet clutches are a hybrid style that combines the compactness of a clutch with the functionality of a thin strap. The strap is only wide enough to go across your wrist. Wristlets provide more security than a standard clutch and allow you to use your hands when necessary. Beaded Embroidered Clutch, Pearl Beaded Clutch, Handpainted Harin Clutch

Crossbody clutches have the sleek design of a classic clutch but include a long, detachable strap. This versatile shape could be worn over your shoulder or crossbody for hands-free convenience or as a clutch for a more formal appearance. Sunshine Embellished Clutch, Bead Embroidered Clutch, Sequin Embroidered Clutch, Hand Embroidered Clutch, Handmade Clutch

Other Categories

Women Indian Wear

Women Western Wear

jewellery

accessories

men

kids

Related Reports

https://www.tadalive.com/blog/394070/indulge-in-elegance-explore-designer-clothes-online/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/394075/fashion-forward-dive-into-the-best-online-stores-for-womens-clothing/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/394080/elevate-your-style-discover-the-best-online-clothing-for-women/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/394084/elevate-your-style-discover-the-best-online-clothing-for-women/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/394090/unveiling-the-best-online-shopping-for-women/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/397035/indulge-in-elegance-explore-designer-clothes-online/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/397041/elevate-your-style-discover-the-best-online-clothing-for-women/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/397043/fashion-forward-dive-into-the-best-online-stores-for-womens-clothing/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/397049/designer-dreams-your-ultimate-destination-for-womens-fashion-online/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/397045/discount-designer-delights-unveiling-the-best-online-shopping-for-women/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/397078/indulge-in-elegance-explore-designer-clothes-online/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/397080/elevate-your-style-discover-the-best-online-clothing-for-women/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/397081/fashion-forward-dive-into-the-best-online-stores-for-womens-clothing/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/397097/unveiling-the-best-online-shopping-for-women/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/397085/discount-designer-delights-unveiling-the-best-online-shopping-for-women/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/397116/indulge-in-elegance-explore-designer-clothes-online/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/397118/elevate-your-style-discover-the-best-online-clothing-for-women/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/397122/fashion-forward-dive-into-the-best-online-stores-for-womens-clothing/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/397123/designer-dreams-your-ultimate-destination-for-womens-fashion-online/https://www.tadalive.com/blog/397126/unveiling-the-best-online-shopping-for-women/

[freyaphoria]

I see the request is back to open AAAAA!

lately I've been imagining if mingi is good at sewing and it's his soft side (because I saw the FIX ON stuffs and wondering if he produces the stuff by himself), so he had a crush with yn but he is to shy to say it. when he saw yn kissed by his best friend yunho he became so madly jealous and feel guilty because he can't blame his best friend and got mad to yn instead.

by the next day he saw yn and yn is smiling at mingi as if nothing happened.... he wonders if those pretty lips could smile only at him, by sewing yn's lips.

Broken Doll

tw: dark fic!!!! Yan!Mingi, kidnapping, stitches, fainting, blood, kissing, obsessive behaviors, mingi is sooo delulu loll, restriction with handcuffs (let me know if I missed something)

wc: 2.7k

taglist: @aim-blossom @bambisd0ll @oddracha @peqchplvto @hwxbibi (dm me if you want join the taglist)

Mingi stood in the dim light of his room, taking in the sight of his latest creation one final time. His fingers carefully traced the last knots and ties of the thread he had worked so diligently to secure. He let his eyes linger on the hoodie he had meticulously sewn just for you, its fabric soft and inviting, featuring his signature stitched phrase "fix on" that had become a signature of his work – it was the 47th item he had lovingly sewn with you in mind. With a careful motion, he folded the hoodie and placed it gently into the wardrobe he had designated exclusively for your clothes. Inside the closet, various dresses, t-shirts, skirts, coats, hoodies, and many other clothes were waiting, all sewn by him to fit your body and style perfectly. Mingi often daydreamed about the moment he would summon the courage to present these lovingly made items to you, to see you adorned in the clothes he had crafted with his own hands.

His eyes scanned the collection, trying to find which piece stood out as the most exquisite. If he were to gift you one tomorrow, which would be worthy of such an honor? Mingi's hand glided along the hangers, his fingertips brushing against the various fabrics. Despite the perfection he strived for in each garment, his eyes found minute imperfections in every piece. After careful consideration, he decided that the hoodie he had just completed would be the ideal first gift. It represented his most recent work, showcasing the refinement of his skills over time. The choice of your favorite color for the fabric and the elaborate embroidery of his "fix on" signature – a signature he had been incorporating into his creations for years – made it particularly special. The timing seemed perfect as well. With the weather turning cooler, gifting you the hoodie would allow him the pleasure of seeing you wear it. The thought of you wrapped in his handiwork sent a shiver of excitement through him.

This hoodie was not just a piece of clothing; it was a lasting impression of his feelings for you. He resolved that he wouldn’t postpone any longer; the next day would be the day he would finally tell you how he felt and present the hoodie to you. He had to stop his growing admiration for you from reaching a dangerous level, and the best way to do that was to tell you that he loved you.

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

The following day, Mingi arrived on campus, his nerves frayed with anticipation. In his hands, he clutched the carefully wrapped gift, a physical manifestation of his affection. His body betrayed his anxiety – hands trembling, breath coming in short gasps, eyes heavy from a sleepless night spent rehearsing what he would say to you. As he scanned the familiar surroundings, he noticed something unusual: Yunho, his best friend and constant companion, was nowhere to be seen. This absence struck Mingi as odd. He and Yunho were practically inseparable, and it was unlike his friend not to check in with a simple "where are you?" message. As he walked, Mingi pulled out his phone and attempted to call Yunho, but there was no answer. His heart lowered slightly, as he could have used his friend's support and advice in this moment. Approaching the cafeteria, a familiar spot where they often met, he felt a surge of anticipation mixed with anxiety. He called Yunho again, hoping for a response, but what happened before him made his heart drop.

There, right in front of him, was Yunho, completely engrossed in a passionate kiss with you. You both looked so lost and passionate; Yunho’s hands were on your waist and your hands were tangled in Yunho’s hair. It took a moment, but when you caught sight of him standing there, your surprise registered on your face, and you instinctively pulled away from him; confusion clouded Yunho's face as he turned, suddenly locking gazes with his stunned friend.

In that moment, a whirlwind of emotions surged through Mingi – shock, betrayal, anger, and heartbreak collided within him. Despite the turmoil, Mingi didn't blame Yunho; after all, he had never told Yunho about his love for you. Yes, Yunho knew he was in love with someone, but Mingi had never said it was you. He didn't blame Yunho; if Yunho had known that Mingi was in love with you, he would never have done such a thing, Mingi was sure of that. All of Mingi's hurt and anger, therefore, became focused solely on you. Hadn't he made it clear before that he liked you? In his mind, he had made his feelings abundantly clear – the smiles, the shared class notes, the daily greetings. He believed his actions had spoken louder than words, making a formal confession almost unnecessary. But you, like a whore, had kissed his best friend, Yunho. Slut. How could you do this to Mingi? Despite all the clothes he had specially sewn for you, despite the masterpieces he had spent hours on, you had chosen his friend. Mingi could never forgive this.

You pulled away from Yunho's lips and smiled at Mingi. You fucking smiled. This had to be a joke, or Mingi must be having a terrible nightmare. Like a slut, you had cheated on him with his friend and then smiled to his face. That smile, which he had once found so endearing, now seemed to mock him. Mingi immediately left the cafeteria with growing anger and disappointment inside him and locked himself in the bathroom.

Of course, you and Yunho didn't understand what had happened. Mingi was just a friend to you, you had liked Yunho for weeks, and it was obvious that Yunho liked you too. Why had Mingi suddenly gotten angry and left? "Baby, let me check on Mingi." After Yunho kissed you one last time, you nodded, and with Yunho's leaving, you were left alone in the cafeteria.

Mingi's phone kept ringing with Yunho's missed calls, but Mingi didn't answer any of them. He wasn't angry at him; he just didn't know what to say to him. Mingi valued their friendship too much to risk saying something in the heat of the moment that he might later regret. You were the only one to blame here. You had gotten close to Yunho while Mingi was around, and on top of that, you had smiled at Mingi as if nothing had happened. A dark thought began to take root in his mind – you needed to be punished for the pain you had caused him.

Normally, Mingi wouldn't have kidnapped you; he had thought about it before and wanted you to fall in love with him on your own and live with him willingly, but after this, Mingi was going to kidnap you and punish you.

He stuffed the gift he had carefully prepared and wrapped for you into his bag and headed towards the parking lot, where the cameras had broken down long ago but no one had fixed it.

Yunho searched for Mingi everywhere in the college, called him countless times on the phone, but there was no sound from Mingi. When he realized that his class was about to start, he gave up and decided to stop by Mingi's house after class.

Mingi waited for your class to end, like a lion lying in ambush, beside your car, waiting for you without being seen by anyone. When he finally spotted you walking alone towards the parking lot, a momentary pang of guilt struck him. You looked so vulnerable, so unaware of the turmoil raging within him. But in his twisted logic, he pushed aside these feelings, convincing himself that his actions were justified.

Mingi's pent-up emotions exploded in a moment of brutal force as he ambushed you from behind. The sound of your head repeatedly hitting the car echoed in his ears, but he couldn't stop. He was hitting so fast that you were sure you would die there. Before you could even process what was happening, darkness engulfed you, and Mingi took your car key that had fallen from your hand, opened your car, seized the opportunity to bundle you into your own car. After making sure he hadn't left any traces behind, he got into the driver's seat. "I did this because you made me angry. You have to pay for what you've done." Mingi? This name flashed in your mind. The voice belonged to Mingi. But why would Mingi do this to you? Mingi's voice sounded very distant, as if you were in a glass jar and hearing the outside muffled. You tried to move your hands, but they were very heavy. When he started your car, you stopped resisting and closed your eyes.

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

When your eyes fluttered open, a wave of numbness enveloped your entire body, leaving you disoriented and struggling to piece together your surroundings. You racked your brain for any memory of what had transpired, but found only a disconcerting void. There was an echo of a sound that faintly resonated in your ears, reminiscent of an engine's hum, yet softer and more persistent, like a background murmur that wouldn't fade away.

Your hands were tied firmly to something on either side, and as you tried to shift them, a feeling of helplessness washed over you. The bright white light that flooded your vision was blinding, making it nearly impossible to keep your eyes open for more than a fleeting moment. Attempts to speak or scream were futile; your mouth felt as if it were encased in a thick fog of numbness. You couldn't even muster the strength to part your lips or form the words that desperately wanted to escape.

As your vision slowly clears, you make out the silhouette of someone, a man hunched over a desk. And that annoying sound that was constantly piercing your brain was coming from there. You wanted to open your mouth and tell him to stop that, but both your mind was very tired, and your mouth was numb; you couldn't feel your lips, tongue, or teeth. The figure paused their work, momentarily silencing the continuous sound, and you watched as he picked up a pair of scissors from the cluttered desk, his movements deliberate yet mysterious. When he lifted his head, revealing a piece of fabric that lay in his hands, clarity began to creep in—you realized he was sewing something with a sewing machine. But confusion clouded your thoughts.

But why? Why were you here, and why was he sewing something here? Did you know him? Your mind was very foggy; you tried to come to your senses, but it was very difficult. A flicker of recognition stirred within you. You felt a sense of familiarity toward the person, although his name eluded you. Min... It started with an 'M.'

"So you're awake, doll," the figure spoke, getting up from the chair and making his way towards you. As he approached, a sense of dread settled in your stomach. "I didn't think you'd sleep for such a long time; I thought you were dead." He crouched down to meet your gaze, his expression a mix of surprise and something darker. "How do you feel?" he asked, his hand brushing softly against your head, yet the touch felt unsettling. You wanted to say you felt disgusting, but your lips didn't move. He got up from where he was crouching and sat next to you on the soft bed you were lying on. "It's silly of me to ask you questions and expect you to answer," you didn't understand what he was talking about. You were getting more and more silent, and the pain in your head had reached a noticeable level. You wanted to moved your arms, but cold metal handcuffs on both sides prevented you. Panic was progressively spreading through your veins, and your irregular breathing was the only sound filling the silent room.

He gazed at you for what felt like an eternity, allowing a heavy sigh to escape his lips. "You look very beautiful," he said, a statement that should have brought warmth but instead sent a chill down your spine. As he reached out toward you, an instinctual urge to pull back surged within you, but the energy to do so eluded you. His fingers brushed against what you thought were your lips, a gentle caress that you couldn’t feel, leaving you in an unsettling state of numbness. "First, let me remind you why you're here," he continued, his voice smooth yet sinister. "I've loved you for a long time, I admire you, but you, like a whore, went and kissed my best friend. That's why I kidnapped you."

Mingi.

The name jolted your memory back to fragmented moments; flashes of laughter, stolen glances, and the painful realization that he harbored feelings for you. Confusion wrestled with disbelief as he spoke, all while a smile danced on his lips, his fingers still trailing along your face. The smile was disarming, but it contrasted sharply with the surreal horror of the moment. You suddenly felt a wave of panic when his hands moved down to your clothes. You were even more confused when you noticed that your outfit had completely changed. The new clothes were made of a fabric you didn't recognize, and a deep sense of dread set in as you looked down at them in shock. As you were trying to look at yourself in surprise, Mingi spoke. "Ah, do you like your new clothes? I sewed them. I made them all carefully to fit your body perfectly." Due to the increasing panic, your head was starting to spin, and you were slowly regaining consciousness.

You wanted to shout at him, curse at him; you wanted to ask why you were here, tell him to let you go, but you couldn't open your mouth and speak, as if your mouth was numb like in a nightmare. "I also sewed something else; would you like to see it?" His question hung in the air, and you could only manage a slow shake of your head, a silent plea for him to stop. The handcuffs biting into your wrists were relentless, the tightness a stark reminder of your captivity, and a numbness was beginning to creep into your fingers.

Mingi excitedly stood up, walked a bit in the room, and took a large mirror in his hand and approached you again. As you were about to try to pull back in fear, you saw your own reflection in the mirror.

Was that thing you saw really you? It was as if you were seeing a film frame from a banned torture movie. What you saw was so foreign to you that you couldn't even react at first. Your lips were sewn together, meticulously stitched up like a doll, swollen and bloodied, thick threads crisscrossing in a grotesque pattern that held them shut, and gave a smiling expression.

This couldn’t be real. You felt the numbness in your lips, yet the sight before you defied all comprehension. Your mind raced; how could this be happening? Surely you would feel something if your lips were truly sewn shut. But right now you felt nothing.

"How is it? Do you like it?" Mingi's voice sliced through your panicked thoughts, his expression filled with a sickening delight. You tried to respond, to express the intense horror consuming you, but your voice betrayed you, silenced in this waking nightmare. "I sewed your lips because you smiled at someone other than me, because you talked to him, and because you kissed him. You belong to me, only me." A small sound escaped from your throat, a pathetic echo of your horror. Mingi’s smile broadened, but it was devoid of warmth, a chilling reminder of the depths of his obsession.

"Broken toys need to be repaired, don’t they? You were broken too, doll, very broken." He lowered the mirror, closing the distance between you, leaning in with an intensity that made your skin crawl. "So I repaired my most beautiful toy by sewing it.” You started to shake and felt like you couldn't breathe. “You can just smile at me." Just as Mingi was about to approach your lips and kiss you, he was interrupted by the familiar ringing of his doorbell.

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

a/n: Hello! If you read this far, thank you, you were not bored lolll. I would be very happy if you could give me feedbacks!❤️❤️❤️

[astroboots]

Where does Boa hide these around the house to best fuck with Santi?

BEHIND ENEMY LINES

Summary: Santiago is on a mission to take out your army of freakishly ugly mutant toys that you keep placing on his desk.

Homecoming Drabbles | Homecoming Masterlist | Astroboot’s Masterlist

Follow me on astroboots-writes and turn on notifications to be notified when I post something new!

They're back again.

Santiago stares at the horrifying toy creature. Half husky and half--- penguin? Is that what it fucking is?!

He can't keep his eyes from the small miniature toy, its hauntingly blue piercing eyes and dog-like snout, its two flappy wings held against its protruding belly and standing on two webbed feet.

He doesn't know. Doesn't know where you managed to find this godless toy. Doesn't know what the toy manufacturer was thinking when they greenlit this for production. Doesn't know what kind of hallucinogenic drugs the designer must've been on when he made it.

Only thing he knows, is that it's fucking hideous is what it is.

Narrowing his eyes at the abomination, he glares at it in indignant anger where it sits perched on his desk. He threw this out last week. Stealthily took it out on the day it was Frankie's turn to take out the trash, so you couldn't find it and stop it beforehand.

So he doesn't know how it's back. Or worse, he doesn't know how now there's not only a husky penguin but right next to it there's also malformed sad looking half-tiger, half-squirrel.

He thought there was only the one. But with the appearance of this second one... fuck it can't be.

... Fuck.

You have the whole fucking line up hidden somewhere don't you?

And if he throws these two away... he's pretty sure like the fucking mythical Hydra of Lerna, there's going to be four of them lined up on his desk by tomorrow.

That won't do.

But he also doesn't want to sit here, looking at schematics for his latest consulting project, and having to stare up at these hideous crimes against nature and god. No, he needs to get rid of them...

But there's no way out of this that doesn't end in an escalation until his desk becomes a gathering ground of these horrifying mutant toys... Unless he takes it out by the source. Destroy the nest so that it cannot breed more... Sniff out where you've hidden this mutant-freak toy army and get rid of them before you'll ever see him coming.

Santiago glances up at the clock. 4.30pm, you'll be home within the hour, he still got time. Pushing his chair away from his desk, he skulks down the hallway to the guestroom where you tend to store all your junk. All the crazy shit you keep dragging back home from the antique stands and farmers market you drag him to at ungodly early hours on Sunday morning. The haunted porcelain dolls, the joke taxidermy--with mice wearing human clothes and squirrels that are in a boxing match-- and the collection of inappropriately sexy Christmas baubles you got in a moving box on the shelf.

He continues to root around, in the empty shoe boxes stored under the guest bedroom. The first one contains--- more sexy Christmas baubles, one that looks eerily alike Michael Bublé that makes his skin crawl. The second--a bunch of old photo albums. The third-- just a bunch of brightly colored socks, that shouldn't be stored there in the first place. He digs around and-- Bingo.

In the very bottom, inside a sealed plastic bag he finds what he is looking for. It's the rest of the pack. A confused looking zebra-kangaroo, a lion-gerbil?! (or is it hamster, jesus-- it's horrifying). And finally a face that will haunts his nightmares until the end of time... The face of a gorilla staring up at him, eerily detailed and accurate, with the body of an elephant.

Actually forget seeing this in his nightmares, Santiago doesn't think he'll ever sleep again after seeing this. He shakes his head as he pulls up the bag pinched between his thumb and index finger, not even daring to clutch it in his hand, as he tucks it inside his sweater, closing the lid before leaving the room and heading down towards the garage.

He's not taking any risks, he's heading straight into the car to the junkyard himself to make sure these things aren't recovered by some deus ex machina intervention.

"Santiago have you been going through my stuff?" you ask.

Santiago doesn't look up from the pages of his book, as he takes another sip at his piping hot coffee. "What do you mean sweetheart?"

He doesn't need to look at you to know the look that will be in your eye. The way you're narrowing your eyes at him in observation, the way a detective would pin down their suspected perpetrator in an interrogation room.

"My stuff in the guestroom," you clarify.

"No clue." He has to bite the inside of his cheeks to tamper down the grin that's threatening to escape.

What follows is your usual morning routine after breakfast. When he says bye by the front porch, you throw him a quick kiss goodbye, but you linger for longer than you normally do. Your eyes squinting down on him, a silent accusation of, "I know what you did."

Santiago doesn't say shit.

Instead he waves you off like a young maiden in an old timey black and white movie waving off their husband to war with a handkerchief, as he turns back into the house, smiling like a loon. The feeling of victory surging bright in his veins.

Santiago practically skips on each steps up the staircase back to his office, humming, and if he could be any happier he would be floating.

He opens the door, the refreshing spring breeze flowing in through his window. The morning sun spilling across the length of his desk when he sees it.

His smile drops.

No.

Fuck no.

You gotta be kidding.

They're back again.

Standing in a neat tidy line in front of his computer screen, the whole family is gathered. Husky-penguin, Tiger-squirrel, Zebra-kangaroo, Lion-gerbil/hamster and the most nightmare inducing of them all... Gorilla-elephant.

He doesn't understand.

He drove them there.

Personally chucked them into a bag and into the junkyard where it can never be retrieved. But...

They're all back... and they brought friends.

He threw away five, and now there's ten....

He stares at them, the whole of the line up. At each ugly, deformed, mutant, hybrid animal toy creature, eyes lingering in particular at the horrifying shark with four slim and graceful legs and hooves.... And he doesn't even know what to say.

He doesn't even know what the fuck this is.

Follow me on astroboots-writes and turn on notifications to be notified when I post something new!

[doryyaaa]

Hii may I request a short fic of Kazuya x Fem reader on a date but Kazuya’s ideal date is showing off his massive shoe collection

It’s date night with Kazuya, and he’s brought you up to his office for a special surprise. The room is huge, decorated with dark wood and gold accents, plush leather sofas and glossy statues. You find no signs of any surprise, however, until Kazuya presses a button and the wall behind his desk slides wide open with a hiss.

“Woah.” Standing by the entrance, you gape at the sheer size of Kazuya’s walk-in closet, filled from floor to ceiling. There are sneakers of every kind, rare collectibles and limited runs from top brands all over the globe.

Kazuya snickers. “Well? Hurry up and get in there. Plenty more to see.”

You absolutely cannot believe this man. You follow him down the long corridor, and the tiny smirk never leaves his face. Few things ever made Kazuya this pleased, but he’s shown you yet another side of himself, a privilege granted to none other.

“So,” you ask nonchalantly, “how many pairs do you own, exactly?”

“Take a guess.”

“One thousand?”

Kazuya laughs again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Not even close,” he says, and leads you to an elevator off the side. It carries you up to another floor filled with even more sneakers, glowing from the shelves in pristine condition. Kazuya herds you around like an excited puppy, tugging your hand or clutching your waist whenever you fall behind.

“Hey, can I try this on?” You point to a custom pair behind a glass case.

“Foolish woman.” Kazuya huffs. “That’s the wrong size.” He goes to pick a different pair—pink diamond-encrusted, the latest designer model that’s not even on the market yet. It’s gorgeous, and it’s obvious he had it made just for you. Under the chandelier lights, the diamonds shine bright at his hand. Even under his three-piece suit, his chiseled figure cuts a godlike image.

“Aw, babe! You shouldn’t have.” You give a cheeky grin, then Kazuya plants you onto a velvet chair, leaning down close enough that your lips brush ever so slightly. He drops the shoes in your lap and whispers his command.

“Now try that on.”

Kazuya pulls back with his own teasing grin, knowing full well you wanted to close that small distance between you. He sits in the chair across you and beckons with a challenge.

“Well, are you going to show me or not? Don’t keep me waiting,” Kazuya says.

And oh, you’re going to enjoy this as much as he will.

[watercolorfreckles]

Deep Blue // Part 2

Part 1

The cabin boy thought of her often: the siren made of spun gold with eyes and scales like the sun.

As a pirate with no crew, in a foreign land, he didn't have a lot of options. He made scraps of change working under the local fisherman, casting nets and charting patterns. The fishermen would work by day, only to dock by night, never straying farther than the bay. It was a far cry from the ship with blackened sails he'd come to know as his home, where they chased the horizon with a bone-deep hunger to move; to live.

He had to get back to the ship.

Working on the docks, he felt like a fish on a line. Only allowed to roam so far before he was reeled back in to a world smudged gray and docile. He craved the thrill of the life he had once known. And, perhaps, for a glimpse of the sea maiden who had spared him mere weeks ago.

He wasn't sure how it started, exactly, but he found himself collecting things for her. Trinkets and paperweights that he thought a siren might enjoy. He began leaving his offerings on the beach where he woke up, every evening laying them on a smooth rock near the shore.

First, a gold pocket watch he'd swiped from the wandering trader. Then, a crystal he'd taken from the market. A brass harmonica. An emerald-green bottle.

Each day he'd return to find the gifts no longer there.

The displaced pirate itched to see her again.

After placing down his latest offering--a stolen music box--in the designated spot, he sat down beside it.

The lull of the waves sweeping the shore was a balm against the restless ache of him.

He tried to shove the feeling down; to remind himself that he'd only ever been a cabin boy. He was more often assigned to swabbing the deck or galley work than he was to anything exciting.  Barely a pirate at all. Still. The longing settled deep between his ribs.

The cabin boy cranked the key in the music box and opened the lid. The mermaid figure in the center of the box turned in a slow circle.

Laying back against the sand, he closed his eyes, humming the tune along with the music box. The melody was a shanty that sailors often sang amongst the tossing waves, usually with mugs of ale in hand.

He wondered, distractedly, how far their songs carried over the waters. Did sirens ever listen to humans sing?

A calmness spread over him. The kind of ease that only blanketed him when in the sea's company. It tucked him into a serene embrace, coaxing his mind to settle.

He felt the tide rush up under him.

It wasn't even cold.

His eyes snapped open at the realization.

He sat up, eyes locking with that of his siren's. She caught the pirate's ankle at his sudden movement, squelching any twitchy urge to skitter away from her.

The cabin boy swallowed. "Hi."

The siren wasn't humming now, though she must have been just moments earlier, if the distance the tide had risen was any indication. He wondered how long he had laid there, entranced,  as she'd watched him.

Her head tilted, innocently, even as her claws pressed, sharp, against the ankle of his trousers. "Most humans who are lucky enough to escape the clutches of a 'sea demon' such as myself are not so foolish as to offer themselves up a second time."

The light of the setting sun set the blonde of her hair aglow. She looked like magic.

It left the pirate a little dizzy with the brilliance of her. When he didn't say anything, the siren continued. Her smile was dazzling.

"Come to surrender yourself to me? I’ll admit, you would make a pretty sacrifice. So vulnerable. I'm almost offended you haven't built me an alter."

She tugged him by the ankle a few paces deeper, where the water leveled his chest. His fingers scrabbled into the sand beneath him for purchase, breath hitching in panic. When she let go, he stilled.

She'd already let him live once. He wasn’t certain whether that helped or hurt his chances.

In the shallows, he could see the siren's tail clearly. The intricate knit of her scales were gilded as if made of woven stars.

"I wanted to see you," the pirate said finally. His voice was croaky with rasp, whether from the salty air or the fear in his belly. He thought to himself how grating the sound must be to the ears of a creature of song.

The siren’s smile only grew.

"Pretty thing, you are only tempting me to do what is of my nature." She shifted closer, sitting up in the water to press a clawed hand over his heart. "You are so sensitive. I've never even had to sing to you outright to catch you under my spell. I hum a few notes, and you’re mine."

The pirate watched her. "You spared my life. I am grateful."

"That is why you leave me gifts?"

His eyes widened, surely betraying his eagerness. The soft underbelly of a puppy rolling over. "D'you like them? I know they're not quite treasure--"

"Your human trinkets...amuse me." Her eyes wandered to the music box, its tune stammering to a halt.

She lifted it up to scrutinize it, turning it upside down.

"Would you... Would you like for it to play again?" the pirate asked, a little breathless.

The siren's attention flicked to him, a sword's tip ready to slice him down the middle.

When she didn't refuse, the pirate reached out. He kept his movements slow and careful; easy to track. His fingers fit the key in the back of the box, twisting it around a few times.

The little mermaid statuette inside began to dance to the music again. The siren tilted the box right-side up for a better view, leaning in close. Her eyes were wide and focused, like a cat following a beam of light.

The cabin boy watched her, drinking up that curious and voracious look in her eyes. "Is it alright?"

"Why do you bring me these things? Why have you sought me out?" Her accent was a patchwork of various sea-bordering dialects, melded into a unique cadence. The melody of her timbre was velvet against his nerves.

He shrugged, straightening the hem of his sleeve. "You...saved my life."

"From your own crew. I ought to hunt them down again. Sing until they yearn for me, until my song is the only thought in their minds, and they are so desperate to reach me that they leap to their deaths in my waters." Her claws dug scars into the wood of the music box.

The pirate's insides sloshed cold. "No-"

The siren's gaze flicked to him. For the creature of sea that she was, it burned all the more scalding. "No?"

He opened his mouth to speak.

"Go back to hell, demon!" A harsh voice barked from the shore.

The pirate barely had time to glance up. He heard, more than saw, the harpoon fly from the fisherman's gun. It sliced through the air with an audible shing.

The tip buried itself in the siren's tail.

She gasped out a strangled cry, the first sound to come out of her mouth that wasn't beautiful. Branches of red bloodied the water, clouding the shallows like an angry sky.

Grabbing the pirate by his shirt, she yanked him forward. Her claws gouged the skin beneath. "You set me up!" Her voice was a knife’s edge now. ”Your incessant stalling tactics should have been my first clue. Don’t worry, I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

Panic and guilt swelled in his chest. The fisherman--his boss--must have been looking for him when he stumbled upon the pair.

"N-No! No, I didn't know he would come here, I'm sorry!" 

Her eyes, gold as the heat of summer, smoldered. "You will be."

Diving under the water, the siren tugged the pirate with her. He spluttered in a flail of limbs, sucking in a final breath as the siren dragged him away from the fragile safety of the surface.

The music box sank, forgotten, to wedge itself amongst the rocks. It was the last thing the pirate saw before his vision began to fog.

Part 3

Muahaha cliff hanger! I'm not totally satisfied with this, it's a bit of a rehash of the last part, but I spent a lot of time on it so here you go! I hope to make a part 3 as well :) Hope you enjoy! Thank you for every nice comment or ask or reblog I get, it really means a lot to me <3 your support goes a long way to motivate me and I appreciate it so much.

General Taglist: @pinned-to-the-wahl, @valiantlytransparentwhispers  , @distance-does-not-matter  , @redbircl  , @lilaccatholic  , @crazytwentythrees  , @thelazywitchphotographer  , @chibicelloking  , @lolafaiy , @thinkwrite5  , @putridghost  , @tobeornottobeateacher  , @sunflower1000  , @bouncyartist  , @feyriddle  , @yet-another-heathen  , @silverwhisperer1  , @distractedlydistracted  , @pensivespacepirate  , @appleejuicee  , @deflated-bouncingball  @maybe-a-cat42  , @m0chik0furan  , @mercurymomentum , @fairysprinkles  , @vuvulia , @amongtheonedaisy , @rose-pinkie  , @trappedgoose-in-a-writblr-room  , @scorpio-smiles  , @inkygemuwu  , @wolfeyedwitch  , @thewhumpmeisterx3000  , @ikiiryo , @moonquires , @lem-hhn  , @fanastywhump  , @smallangryfish  , @ladybookworm  , @freefallingup13  , @acaiaforrest  , @a-blue-comedy  , @puppyaddict , @a-person-who-likes-musicals  , @talkingsperm  , @qualitychaoslover  , @deckofaces ,@7eselt

[popcultureoverdosed]

GTA 6 Fanfic- Almost Perfect Heist

" Put ya hands where I can see them and money in the bag!"

Two assailants charged into a busy convenience store in one fateful morning. The duo were practically glued to the hip with how they refused to leave the side of the other. Jason seemed to be the leader of the operation from the way he swaggered inside with brimming confidence while his partner, Lucia, faltered ever so slightly. They kept their guns trained on their targets as they made their way to the store's center.

A suffocating cloud of consternation hung heavy in the air, chilling the blood of almost everyone there. Crimes like this were far from uncommon in Vice City. You could hardly walk a few blocks without encountering dried blood caked up on the concrete or the cries of the helpless victim on their last day on earth. The patrons all instinctively knew that no cops would arrive just in time to save them from their darkest hour. If they remained obedient, they'd get to leave with their lives and a hungry wallet.

" You heard the man! Just give us all y'all cash and we'll be on our way."

Lucia walked around the store loading her bag with money while Jason dealt with the cashier. Everyone was quick to hand her their money before they ended up as yet another statistic. Many sobbed uncontrollably while others glared at her with barely suppressed anger. Lucia grinned wickedly as her loot steadily increased. Images of designer purses and shoes flashed in her mind, a collection of which seemed to grow every few weeks. She was about to check up on Josh when she heard IT.

The deafening sound of a bullet leaving its chamber in hot pursuit of its latest victim. Lucia moved to the front the see the cashier convulsing on the ground with a fresh bullet wound in his stomach. Hot tears raced down the cashier's face while he clutched at his wound. Lucia knew the look in his eyes quite well.

The look of someone with their back against the wall with no one to save them. A face that reflected years of pain and regret. She often held that same expression before she met Jason. Before she sold her soul for a life of degeneracy. 

" That's what happens when you try to be a fucking hero!" Jason cocked his head in Lucia's direction. " This fool got some mighty balls on him, trying to take my gun like that. He's lucky I didn't blast his head off. Let's bounce."

Lucia nodded and the two dashed out of the store and into a white Toyota Ae86. As Jason burned rubber on the hot asphalt, Lucia's mind drifted to the cashier. She wondered if he too had a loved one who would mourn him should the bullet wound prove fatal. She imagined all the anger, fear, and grief that must be consuming all those customers. Lucia was usually unfettered when she was with Jason, but she couldn't help feeling that all their crimes would eventually catch up with them. Sometimes she pretended not to care and other times those dreadful thoughts kept her tossing and turning throughout the night. Either way, this was the only life she knew how to live and she was damn sure to make the most of it.

[morimementa]

I’ve been rereading the sample. Can I have more of the Detective Void? Please?

I can post the first part right now! Message me when you want more and I'll post the next part! Word of warning, the story's not done yet. I'm working on it, but it might take a while.

TW: Mpreg, pregnancy, mild body horror (Body squick?).

 You couldn’t pinpoint when exactly you stopped being a person. It was probably around the time you realized the dolls you made could come to life and you could turn anything to yarn just by stabbing it with a knitting needle. Frightened and excited at the impossible things happening, you’d hidden away any proof of it, and tried to work out the secrets of your gift yourself. You didn’t realize they’d put a target on your back and a timer above your head. It was only a matter of time before the Laboratory caught up with you.

You’d been captured by them eight years ago, given an experiment designation instead of your name and kept in captivity. It wasn’t till a fateful security breach that you’d managed to escape. After fighting your way out of their clutches, you’d gotten back to civilization and worked to rebuild your life. As much as you wanted to go back to being just another somebody, it wasn’t in the cards. You couldn’t rest knowing how much was out there, and how little was being done about it. So, you’d decided to use your powers to forge a new path for yourself.

And oh, how you charged down that path. You worked to contain anomalies and to ensure no one else suffered as you had. You willingly walked the razor’s edge, knowing that the next encounter could mean death. Or worse. You’d come to learn that there were far more terrifying fates than oblivion. All you could do was handle every day as it came, keep striving forward, and not look too closely at shadows.

Your job ended up taking you on a curious investigation. The cities of *Data Expunged* had been inundated by giant Stork sightings. That by itself would be unusual, but there was more to it than that. Little did any of the witnesses know that the creature was far more troublesome than an ordinary bird. The eight-foot-tall Stork visited men, seemingly at random and attacked them, leaving a puncture wound on their stomachs. Worse than the physical injury was what came after. The victim would then incubate and birth a baby Stork, all within the span of an hour or two.

So far, the creature’s victims had a 100% survival rate; rare enough in this brutal world, and safe enough to keep it a low priority of whatever shadowy government organization took care of such matters. You on the other hand, had plenty of time to send it back to whatever godforsaken part of the universe it came from.

You’d begun by helping the latest victim. An ordinary salary man, he’d been assaulted on his walk to work. You’d helped him through the uncomfortable pregnancy and agonizing birth and then shoved the chick in a cage to be collected by The Foundation. The man had asked only one thing of you once you’d helped him deliver the monstrous offspring.

“Make me forget.”

You’d been all too glad to administer some of your amnestic. It wasn’t much, but at least you could alleviate any lingering trauma. After that, you’d resolved to stop the creature before it struck again. What you hadn’t realized was that you weren’t the only one who’d made that resolution.

Among your many skills was your ability to produce useful anomalous objects. Your handsewn teddy bear for instance, acted as a bloodhound for sensing anomalous beings. You let it guide you through a row of unsold houses, into a backyard. There it pointed at the abandoned shed sitting in the right hand corner of the yard. Much to your surprise, it had indicated there was a second anomaly inside as well. You patted it on the head to thank it, then let it slip back into the oversized bag you carried.

You pulled the pair of your longest size ten needles out. Two anomalies in one place could mean they were coming to blows or that they were in cahoots. Whatever the case, you were prepared for a fight. You snuck up to the shed, careful not to alert them with a creak of the wooden ramp. You could already hear rustling and thumping emanating from the cracked door. No voices, at least, no human ones. You crouched by the door and took a peek inside. You were shocked by what you saw.  

In the center of the room was the stork. Now that you saw it up close, it was nothing short of unnerving. At eight feet tall, it towered over you. As it turned, you saw its long pointed beak. Its pink and blue gradient wings might have been pretty under different circumstances. Right now, those wings fluttered indignantly, puffing up in a warning. Looking closer, you saw what it was angry about.

The stork was trapped where it stood; it was encircled by a ring of runes painted on the floor. You squinted against the unnatural light they produced. The creature thrashed and struck at the barrier they’d made, hissing like an angry Goose. Indifferent to its anger, its captor stood off to the side. He was a man in a button up shirt and black trousers. The only unusual part of his appearance was the dark gray mask with eye holes that glowed with the same energy as the runes.

As soon as you saw the mask, it clicked.  It was none other than Detective Void. You’d heard through the grapevine that he was an investigator of the supernatural. Neither Foundation personnel nor Chaos Insurgent, he conducted his own work in secret, able to elude any interested parties. As relieved as you were to not find SCP agents, you couldn’t help but wonder if he intended to terminate the entity or use it for his own purposes.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a creaking noise. The Stork had begun pounding at the floor. It was slamming its feet onto the wood with surprising strength. Through the dust it’d kicked up, you realized the light of the runes had started flickering. Your heart sunk into your shoes as you realized what was going on. The shed’s floor was old and unstable. If it managed to put even a crack in one of the painted boards, it could break the circle and escape!

The detective seemed to have noticed too. He pulled a curved dagger out from behind his back and assumed a fighting stance. The bird seemed all too eager for a fight. It ran its long talons down the floor, a glint in its eyes. You had no choice but to throw your own hat in the ring. As the floorboard gave with a loud crack, you flung the door open.

Leaping forward, you sent your size tens flying into the air. The stork blocked with one massive wing, but couldn’t completely save itself. You succeeded in turning a few of the feathers. They unraveled, becoming strands of pastel yarn. It turned to glare at you, undoing your work with a flap of its wing. You’d gotten its attention. Good.

 Pouncing on the creature, you conjured more needles, stabbing with impunity. The hissing grew louder as you unraveled more and more of it. You knew it could heal, but if you worked fast enough, you could turn all of it before it could fix itself. You worked to pin down its left wing, leaving one hand free to strike.

Detective Void had apparently had a similar idea. He slashed at the wing that reached for him, clipping it with a single swipe. He didn’t seem to notice you, so intent was he on finishing the job. The stork managed to buck you off, spinning to deliver a strong kick to your sternum. Taking a chance, Void flung the dagger, hitting the stork in the upper wing. It squawked indignantly. Even with its healing factor, he had still landed a critical hit.  You conjured the largest needle you could and prepared to strike it right in the heart.

You crept a few inches closer and raised the needle above your head.

A screech like steel nails gouging a chalkboard filled the shed. You were knocked off balance, overcome by the urge to stuff your ears with cotton. Get out of my way, it said, don’t interfere with my mission.

A wing flew out and threw you against the wall. You hit hard enough to crack the wood paneling and landed in a heap. Dazed and bloodied, you tried to stand. You couldn’t quite gain your footing again and in the interim, it had begun to target Detective Void.

The blood dripping from your forehead had blinded one eye and the fear was starting to seep into your bones. The stork was stronger than you’d assumed. If the both of you couldn’t take it on…

 No! You’d never let fear stop you before, and certainly not when someone’s life was in danger. You had to fight, lest it kill you both.  More needles sailed across the shed, some making contact, some bouncing off the walls harmlessly. You realized with horror that neither of your efforts would be enough.

“Are you ok?” You heard a man’s voice. Detective Void had noticed you and was still parrying the monster’s attempts to grab him. He blocked the creature’s limbs, knocking them away with blow after blow. It had started ignoring you, bent on ensnaring its new quarry You saw a second hilt on his back, this one with the dagger still in it. He grabbed it and took another swipe at the wings. “Hang on, I’m going to-.”

Another scream ripped through the air. You cringed, covering your ears in a feeble attempt to block the sound. Your brain felt like it was going to leak out your nose. Oddly enough, it had a different effect on Detective Void. You wiped the blood from your eye and watched as his arms fell to his sides and he dropped his weapon. The stork encircled him with one wing, pulling him closer in a motion that was almost intimate.

Oh, no.  It wasn’t trying to kill him; it had chosen him!

You lunged in one last desperate attempt to stop it-.

The room spun, sending you to the floor. The last thing you saw before you passed out was the oversized bird descending on the detective.

The smell of magic and musty wood brought you around and reminded you where you were. Frustration overcame you as you realized the creature had escaped. You cursed both your incompetence and the being’s skill. It had been a while since you’d had so much trouble. You’d known it was only a matter of time before you went up against something stronger than you, but you hadn’t expected it to be such a dismal failure. You touched the scrape on your forehead and a threaded sewing needle appeared, stitching up the wound before vanishing. After a few seconds the stitches disappeared, taking your injury with them. At least you healed fast. But could you say the same for him?

 As you stood, you realized Detective Void still lay on the floor. He was on his back, head lolled to the side. His formally pristine shirt now had a large gash in it. The blood froze in your veins. You’d seen that same tear in the clothes of the entity’s last victim and you knew what it meant.

You hurried over, dreading what you would find, praying that you were wrong.  Sure enough, as you brushed the shredded fabric aside you could see a large purple bruise and smaller puncture wound on the detective’s abdomen.

You fell back on your haunches and swore a blue streak as the implications of what had happened hit you. You conjured a needle and began scraping at the floor out of sheer frustration. As you left huge grooves in the wood, you berated yourself. You hadn’t even known anyone else was after this anomaly and you should have. Should have been sharper, more aware of your surroundings. If only you’d been able to stop it when you had the chance! You were getting sloppy, screwing up-.

If you weren’t more careful, they’d find you, they’d lock you up again...

You sent a needle flying toward the only other thing in the shed; the can of paint Void had used to make the entrapment circle. It pierced the can on impact, rendering it and its contents a tangle of yarn. You shut your eyes to block out the scene and touched the wood beneath you, working to ground yourself. Now that you’d blown off a little steam, it was easier to regain your focus. You’d been too late to assist him with the capture. You hadn’t been able to kill it. All you could do now was assist him with the birth. You just hoped he’d be willing to accept your help.

[scruffyplayssonic]

Are the ArchieSonic comics actually an 80's/90's syndicated cartoon? Episodes 16-20: Macguffin chase! Another week-long, VHS-friendly event. (PART 1)

Welcome back to my look at the ArchieSonic comic series, and how it shared a lot of the same story tropes as a typical ‘80’s or ‘90’s syndicated cartoon! Today we’re going to finally focus on that tropiest of all tropes: the dreaded macguffin!

Episodes 16-20: Macguffin chase! Another week-long, VHS-friendly event.

Well it’s a Sonic story, so let’s first look at the macguffins most common across almost all Sonic media: the Chaos Emeralds. While Sonic certainly used them a number of times in the early years of ArchieSonic to transform into his super state, he surprisingly didn’t really go on a mission to collect them for a long time. This is partly because up until Sonic #169 there were thousands of Chaos Emeralds across the planet, so they weren’t exactly difficult to find. Knuckles’ ancestors even dug up an even dozen of them from beneath their city when they first created Angel Island.

As I mentioned in a previous post, this didn’t really change until Ian Flynn took the reigns of the book and had Tails fulfill his role as the Chosen One, sending the gazillions of Chaos Emeralds from across the universe into the Zone of Silence.

Feist then fused the countless Chaos Emeralds into the seven that we know from the games and also renamed the Zone of Silence the Special Zone.

But even after this Sonic wouldn’t really go on an extended mission to retrieve the Chaos Emeralds. He popped into the Special Zone a grand total of two times in search of an emerald, and the first time he was rewarded with an emerald just because Feist granted it to him and Tails as a favour. As they had been the ones that sent the Chaos Emeralds his way and given him his newfound power, he was feeling benevolent towards them that day. So helpful!

It actually ended up being Shadow who was the first character to really go on an extended quest to get the Chaos Emeralds. After learning of why he had been created by Professor Gerald, Shadow took on a position with G.U.N. in order to better protect the world. One of his earliest assignments was to retrieve a Chaos Emerald, and we saw his first attempt at this in Sonic #195’s “Hedgehog Havoc.” Trying out Hope Kintobor’s new invention that had been designed to take him to the Special Zone, Shadow instead found himself on Scourge’s homeworld, Anti-Mobius (or Moebius, as Scourge had renamed it by then). The latest Metal Sonic showed up right after him, equipped with a new engine that would let him travel between zones and on a mission to seek out and destroy Sonic.

Things quickly escalated into an eight hedgehog brawl, and then got even more out of control when Sonic managed to convince everyone that they needed to work together to stop Scourge. Scourge didn’t take this lying down and used a hidden stash of “Anarchy Beryl” to transform into Super Scourge.

At this point Shadow just noped right out of there, grabbing Metal Sonic and using Chaos Control to send them to another zone.

This was the point where Shadow’s quest started spanning across not just multiple issues, but multiple series as well. Sonic X’s final issue, #40, showed that Shadow and Metal Sonic had been transported to the Sonic X universe.

Metal Sonic immediately left to seek out this universe’s version of Dr. Eggman, while Shadow was given a tour of Station Square by the local Sonic. Eventually Metal Sonic came back for more, and Shadow transported both of them to yet another zone. This story continued in the first issue of the new series “Sonic Universe,” where Shadow and Metal Sonic reappeared on Blaze the Cat’s world.

After Shadow teamed up with Blaze and Marine the Racoon to finally defeat Metal Sonic, Blaze gave Shadow the green Chaos Emerald so that he could use Chaos Control to return to his own world.

How did Blaze have the Emerald after it had been last seen in Feist’s clutches in the Special Zone? Only Ian Flynn knows for sure. Possibly.

Not satisfied with just one Chaos Emerald, G.U.N. Commander Tower assigned Shadow and Rouge the Bat to retrieve a second in issue #4 of Sonic Universe. With Hope’s zone-breaching platform now working properly they were able to reach the Special Zone, but failed to pass Feist’s test and were sent back empty-handed.

After the newly recruited Omega joined forces with them to create “Team Dark,” they returned to the Special Zone for attempt #2. This attempt also failed, and so they resorted to cheating instead.

But hey, it worked. Shadow had now gotten two Chaos Emeralds for G.U.N., and everyone except Feist was satisfied. So Shadow’s quest for the Chaos Emeralds stretched out across two issues of Sonic the Hedgehog, one issue of Sonic X, and four issues of Sonic Universe.

However, the longest search for the Chaos Emeralds took place in the post-reboot of ArchieSonic. 

That’s right, almost the entirety of the issues after the reboot, in both Sonic the Hedgehog and Sonic Universe, were part of an adaptation of Sonic Unleashed. As was the case in the game, the only way to restore the shattered world was to take each of the Chaos Emeralds to their corresponding Gaia temple and use its power to fuse the pieces of the world back together.

But unlike in Sonic Unleashed, Sonic didn’t start the story with all the Chaos Emeralds already gathered. He and the Freedom Fighters had to track them down themselves.

They also had to gather all the keys needed to unlock the Gaia temples. Which they did!

Unfortunately, the Tails Doll was spying on them and transmitted to Eggman the video call they made to their allies. So while the Freedom Fighters thought the emeralds and keys were safe and locked away, Eggman's forces raided Mobotropolis and the Battlebird Armada attacked the Freedom Fighters to kidnap Chip.

Whoops. It all worked out in the end though.

This is one of the longest McGuffin chases in all of ArchieSonic, with the Freedom Fighters being first told by Professor Pickle to seek out the Gaia Temples in issue #259, and the world being finally restored 28 issues and over two and a half years later in issue #287.

But would you believe that there was one other major McGuffin chase pretty early in ArchieSonic’s run, and that it lasted even longer than the Shattered World crisis? It's true! But this one went on for so long and got so convoluted that I'm going to have to make a part 2 for this post! :O Come back tomorrow the MacGuffeniest MacGuffin chase of them all: the quest to restore King Acorn!

[anuartstore]

How to Pick the Perfect Party Handbag for You

At every party, there is always a party queen who has all eyes on her. Every woman who spends a lot of time getting ready for a party hopes that she could dominate the spotlight. Well, it is not that difficult. With a glamorous party handbag, you can undoubtedly become the centre of attention at every party. So, whether you're attending a wedding, reception party or birthday party, you'll need a pair of party heels and, most importantly, a party handbag to steal the show.

There is a large variety of party handbags available in the market in different styles, shapes, colours, and materials that may leave you feeling confused. Thus, to pick the right one, you should be rather careful with certain aspects.

First, you should know that party handbags are different from bags you use in daily life. Usually, you should choose a daily handbag based on durability and practicality. However, when it comes to choosing a party handbag, you should pay more attention to the style, colour, and design.

If you want to look trendy, you need to be well-informed about the latest fashion trends in party handbags, which can be obtained from fashion shows and snapshots of celebrities and trendsetters. You can easily catch on the trend by keeping a close eye on the newest party handbag collections launched by different fashion brands and what fashion icons carry frequently.

Your party handbag must never be too heavy. You don’t want that extra weight on your shoulders when trying to enjoy the party. So, check the handbag for its weight. Many a time, we buy handmade party handbags online and we do not realize how heavy they will feel. So, before making the purchase, make sure to go through its description. 

Besides, it is extremely important to style your perfect bag with your wonderful outfit in the right way. After all, bags are essential fashion accessories whose mission is to highlight the glamour of your gorgeous outfit. If you want to wear a classic black dress, then the party handbag is expected to be in bright colours or metallic colours such as glittering gold or silver. Clutches studded with sparkling embellishments such as beads or crystals would be rather suitable for an evening party.

Choosing the right party handbag to match your elegant party outfit can definitely make you a party queen.

[dritaclassifieds]

Slugterra dark waters game download

Slugterra dark waters game download mod apk#

Slugterra dark waters game download install#

Slugterra dark waters game download upgrade#

Slugterra dark waters game download for android#

Slugterra dark waters game download series#

Slugterra dark waters game download mod apk#

Slugterra: Dark Waters v1.5. Apps DMCA Home Games action Slugterra Dark Waters Mod APK Download Slugterra Dark Waters Mod Apk v1.6.3 Unlimited money Mega mod 2836 20.35 4.4 100 Working Download Fast Download Screenshots APK Information APK Version 1.6.3 Android 4.1. Slugterra: Dark Waters v1.6.3 OBB | Mirror 1 | Mirror 2 | Mirror 3 Slugterra: Dark Waters v1.6.3 Mod APK | Mirror 1 | Mirror 2 | Mirror 3 The game balance has been re-designed, so that players can get into the gameplay faster and easier.Įnjoy the updated Slugterra: Dark Waters!ģ. In addition we’ve made a video preview of how slugs behave!ģ. I love this game yo must have it is good for slug terra fans and I love.

Slugterra dark waters game download series#

Now it is much easier to choose the right ammo before each level starts. Based on the animated television series Slugterra, take up the mission. The latest version of NoxPlayer is v 3, and it is around 600 MB. NoxPlayer Check System Requirements NoxPlayer can be downloaded from the official website.

Slugterra dark waters game download install#

* Frequent upgrades and new in-game contentġ. Click the Install button to download Slugterra: Dark Waters for PC from the Play Store. * 3 types of gameplay – isometric Action, third person shooter, fighting. Enter the world of Slugterra in this breathtaking 3D action adventure game. Enter the world of sluggers science Fiction in this exciting 3D action adventure game Save 99 caves based on the Slugutra animated series to save Eli Lee. The more you play, the more gear and slugs you unlock! Download Slugterra: Dark Waters - Package Name: . Download Slugterra: Dark Waters APK 2.0.8 for Android.

Slugterra dark waters game download upgrade#

Customize your armour and blaster, equip your favorite slugs and upgrade them for maximum power. Simply tap to move and to target enemies. Slugterra: Dark Waters 2.0.8 latest version XAPK (APK + OBB Data) Download by. Blakk’s Dark Water stations before he can conquer the 99 caverns! The crux of his plan? To ghoul all the slugs with a substance called Dark Water, transforming them into mindless weapons! Track down and destroy each of Dr. Blakk, who seeks to control the 99 caverns. Release stress, relax the brain, indulge and share. Release stress, relax the brain, indulge and share portraits with friends and family by. Puzzle Slugterra Dark Waters Battle is a portrait puzzle game that requires a bunch of pertinent portraits. Puzzle Slugterra Dark Waters Battle Puzzle Slugterra Dark Waters Battle is a portrait puzzle game that requires a bunch of pertinent portraits. With the help of your friends, your slugs, and your cool high-tech gear, defend Slugterra from the clutches of Dr. Download Puzzle Slugterra Dark Waters Battle apk 5.1 for Android. Collect an arsenal of little critters called slugs - when you fire them at 100 MPH out of your high-powered blaster, they transform into powerful battle beasts! Blakk’s minions are invading, and the citizens of Slugterra need you In this action game based on the popular animated television series Slugterra, play as Eli Shane, the protector of Slugterra, and battle hordes of villains to save the 99 caverns. Play as Eli Shane and assemble your team of slugslingers to protect the citizens of Slugterra. Download Slugterra: Slugslinger Showdown and enjoy it on your iPhone, iPad, and iPod touch. In this high-tech world beneath your feet, the ammo’s alive and only the quick survive. Slugterra_dark_waters_v2.0.7_mod_money.Slugterra Slugterra: Dark Waters v1.6.3 Mod apk + OBB for Android.Įnter the sci-fi world of Slugterra in this breathtaking 3D Action adventure Game! Based on the animated television series Slugterra, take up the mission of Eli Shane to defend the 99 caverns and become the greatest slugslinger!

Slugterra dark waters game download for android#

Jelly Bean (4.1–4.3.1)- KitKat (4.4–4.4.4)- Lollipop (5.0–5.0.2) or UP Download Slugterra Dark Waters 2.0.8 APK + Data APK For Android + 3 types of gameplay - isometric action, third person shooting, combat. Customize your armor and blaster, equip your favorite slugs and make them evolve for maximum power. Play Eli Shane and assemble your slug thrower team to protect the citizens of Slugterra. Latest version of Slugterra: Dark Waters 2 is 1.0, was released on (. In this high-tech world teeming under your feet, ammunition is alive and only rapids survive. Slugterra: Dark Waters 2 is free Adventure game, developed by AndroidCompanyion. Enter the underground world of Slugterra in this breathtaking 3D adventure action game! Based on the animated television series Slugterra, accept the mission of Eli Shane to defend the 99 caverns and become the best slug thrower!

[craftstagesinternational]

Craftstages International (Delhi, India) presents the latest Collection of Brass Mother of Pearls clutches.We also make and customize the design as per the customer’s requirements.we are based in Delhi(India) & one of the largest manufacturers, exporters, and bulk suppliers of ladies’ designer bags, clutches, potli bags, box clutches, sling bags, etc.For bulk orders and queries please Call/WhatsApp at +91-8882376001, +91 93549 33901, or email us at craftstagesinternational@gmail.com

makeinindia #handmade #handcrafted #handwork #womenempowerment #bags #handmade_bags #clutchbags #whole_sale #Ethnicclutch #bridalclutchforwedding #clutchesonline #potliswholesale #whole_sales #whole_sale_market #craft_work #handmade_craft #b2b #b2bmarketing #business2businessservice #batwabags #bagscollection #delhiwholesalebags #wholesalebags #craftstagesonline #craftstages_international.

[fashioneditswebsite]

Simone Rocha champions beautiful balletcore at London Fashion Week

From tutus to organza clutches: here’s how the Irish designer Simone Rocha channeled ballet core in her latest collection. Simone Rocha's spring/summer 2025 London Fashion Week collection showcased a darker twist on the traditional tutu, blending coquettish and melancholic elements. Rocha was born in Dublin in 1986. After graduating from Central Saint Martin’s College in 2008, she debuted at London Fashion Week two years later. Subsequently, her career took off, and Simone Rocha established herself as a prominent figure in the fashion industry. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Harvey Nichols (@harveynichols) Rocha showed that the ballet core trend, which started on TikTok, has lasting power beyond social media fads. The runway was awash with tutu skirts, silk slippers, organza clutches, and a blush pink palette, underlining Simone Rocha’s talent. Sheer frills and pink peplums littered the runway (Ian West/PA) Some models carried organza-covered clutch bags that looked like rolled-up tutus – which could very well become one of the ‘it’ bags of the season. Sheer frills and pink peplums littered the runway (Ian West/PA) The rose motif, a signature of Rocha, was embellished across skirts, tops, and trousers and incorporated into accessories as models graced the runway with blushing bouquets. Excessive blush bows featured heavily throughout the collection Rocha's vivid reds and pitch blacks, sharply tailored suits, coats, and dresses added frivolity and reality. Simone Rocha mentioned that ballet and the German dancer and choreographer Pina Bausch inspired her for this season. Severe suits were juxtaposed with bouquets (Ian West/PA) The collection introduced denim, adding a new texture and dimension to the show. Rocha successfully combined the demure frivolity of ballet elements with something darker and more grown-up, showcasing her exceptional design prowess. Simone Rocha's skillfully combined ballet's demure frivolity with deeper, grown-up hues, creating a compelling contrast. Read the full article

[shanewarne2444]

Shop Designer Clutch Bags Online

Discover the latest in luxury fashion with our exclusive selection of designer clutch bags. Shop designer clutch bags online and elevate your style with exquisite designs that combine elegance and functionality. Whether you're attending a special event or simply looking to accessorize your everyday outfit, our curated collection offers a range of styles, colors, and materials to suit every occasion. Browse now and enjoy seamless shopping for your perfect clutch bag online!

[sosweetboutique07]

Find Elegant Formal Wear Dresses at So Sweet Boutique – 20 Years of Excellence

For over 20 years, So Sweet Boutique has been the go-to destination for finding exquisite formal wear in Orlando. Renowned for its exceptional service and stunning collections, this boutique has become synonymous with elegance and style. Whether you're searching for the perfect snowcoming dress or another formal gown, So Sweet Boutique’s legacy of excellence ensures you’ll find a dress that truly stands out.

Celebrating Two Decades of Stylish Snowcoming Dresses

At So Sweet Boutique, celebrating 20 years of excellence means offering a meticulously curated selection of snowcoming dresses that reflect the latest trends and timeless elegance. The boutique’s 2024 collection is a testament to its enduring commitment to high-quality fashion. From glamorous ball gowns to sleek, modern designs, their snowcoming dresses are designed to help you make a memorable entrance at any event.

This year’s trends include luxurious fabrics like velvet and satin, bold colors, and intricate embellishments. The diverse range of snowcoming dresses available at So Sweet Boutique ensures that you’ll find a dress that perfectly matches your style and personality. Whether you prefer a dress with dramatic flair or a more understated elegance, So Sweet Boutique’s collection has something for everyone.

Why So Sweet Boutique is a Leader in Formal Wear

So Sweet Boutique has earned its reputation as a top choice for snowcoming dresses and formal wear through its unwavering dedication to quality and customer satisfaction. For two decades, the boutique has provided a personalized shopping experience, helping clients find the ideal dress that fits both their style and their body type.

The boutique’s knowledgeable staff offers expert advice and attentive service, ensuring that each customer leaves with a dress that makes them feel confident and beautiful. By focusing on exclusive designs and high-quality materials, So Sweet Boutique has established itself as a leader in the world of formal wear, particularly when it comes to finding the perfect snowcoming dress.

Affordable Luxury in Snowcoming Dresses

Finding elegant snowcoming dresses that fit within your budget is possible at So Sweet Boutique. The boutique offers a range of pricing options, making it easier to find a stunning dress without overspending. Whether you’re looking for a high-end designer gown or a more affordable option, So Sweet Boutique provides a selection that combines luxury with affordability.

Accessorize Your Snowcoming Dress for a Complete Look

To complement your snowcoming dress, So Sweet Boutique also offers a curated selection of accessories. From sparkling jewelry and stylish clutches to chic shoes, their accessory collection is designed to enhance your overall look and add the perfect finishing touches. By choosing the right accessories, you can elevate your snowcoming dress and achieve a polished, cohesive appearance.

Support a Local Icon in Fashion

By shopping at So Sweet Boutique for your snowcoming dresses and other formal wear, you’re supporting a local business that has been a staple in the community for 20 years. The boutique’s focus on providing exceptional service and exclusive designs creates a shopping experience that is both enjoyable and memorable. Shopping locally means you benefit from a more personalized approach and the expertise of a team dedicated to helping you find your perfect dress.

In conclusion, So Sweet Boutique is your destination for elegant formal wear, including stunning snowcoming dresses. With two decades of excellence, their curated collection, expert service, and affordable options ensure that you’ll find the perfect dress for any special occasion. Visit So Sweet Boutique today to discover why they are the top choice for fashionable and elegant formal wear in Orlando.

[themaresse]

Handcrafted Macrame Tote Bag & Clutch Sling Bag by Themaresse

When it comes to blending style with craftsmanship, Themaresse collection of handcrafted macrame accessories stands out. Their latest offerings—the Macrame Tote Bag and Clutch Sling Bag—embody a perfect fusion of elegance and functionality.

The Art of Handcrafted Macrame

Macrame, the intricate art of knotting threads to create decorative patterns, has made a remarkable comeback in modern fashion. Themaresse elevates this traditional craft by creating pieces that are not only visually stunning but also practical. Each item in their collection is meticulously handcrafted, ensuring that no two bags are exactly alike. This attention to detail speaks volumes about the quality and dedication poured into each creation.

The Macrame Tote Bag

The Macrame Tote Bag by Themaresse is a versatile accessory that seamlessly transitions from day to night. Its spacious interior is perfect for carrying essentials, while the unique macrame design adds a touch of bohemian flair. Whether you’re heading to the office, a weekend getaway, or a casual outing, this tote bag provides both style and practicality. The sturdy construction and stylish macrame patterns ensure that it will be a staple in your wardrobe for years to come.

The Clutch Sling Bag

For those moments when you want to travel light without sacrificing style, the Clutch Sling Bag by Themaresse is an ideal choice. This chic, handcrafted accessory is perfect for evening events or a night out on the town. Its elegant macrame detailing offers a sophisticated touch, while the compact design ensures that you can carry just the essentials. The adjustable strap provides convenience, allowing you to wear it as a sling bag or carry it as a clutch.

Why Choose Handcrafted Macrame?

Opting for handcrafted macrame accessories means embracing a piece of artistry and tradition. The skilled artisans at Themaresse pour their expertise into each creation, resulting in unique, high-quality products. By choosing these macrame bags, you’re not only adding a stylish accessory to your collection but also supporting traditional craftsmanship.

Conclusion

Incorporating a handcrafted macrame tote bag or clutch sling bag from Themaresse into your wardrobe is a decision that combines elegance, practicality, and artisanal beauty. These bags are more than just accessories—they are expressions of style and craftsmanship. Explore Themaresse’s collection today and find the perfect macrame piece to complement your unique fashion sense.

[shenextfashion]

Durga Puja Collection: Celebrate the Festival in Style

Durga Puja is not just a religious festival; it’s a cultural celebration filled with vibrant traditions, joyful gatherings, and most importantly, the showcasing of stunning ethnic fashion. The festive atmosphere calls for a wardrobe that reflects the grandeur and joy of the occasion. Whether it’s for pandal hopping, family gatherings, or the final day’s celebration, having the perfect Durga Puja collection is a must for every woman. Let’s explore the must-have pieces that will elevate your festive style this season.

Sarees: The Ultimate Festive Attire

When it comes to Durga Puja, nothing can match the grace and beauty of a traditional saree. Durga Puja Sarees like Kanjivaram silk, Banarasi, and Katan silk are perfect for those who want to combine elegance with cultural heritage. Opt for vibrant colors like red, gold, and green, which symbolize the festive spirit. Embroidered sarees, such as Kantha stitch sarees, with their intricate designs, add a regal touch to your ensemble.

Salwar Suits for Pandal Hopping

Comfort and style go hand-in-hand during Durga Puja, especially when you’re out pandal hopping. Designer Salwar suits are a go-to option for those who prefer comfort without compromising on fashion. Choose suits with festive prints, embroidery, and rich fabrics like silk or velvet to make a statement while staying comfortable throughout the day.

Lehengas for the Grand Celebrations

For the grand finale of Durga Puja celebrations, a Designer Party Wear Lehenga can be the perfect choice. Lehengas with intricate zari work, embellishments, or mirror work capture the essence of festivity and opulence. Bold colors like royal blue, magenta, and gold are trending this season, ensuring you stand out in the crowd.

Jewellery to Complement Your Look

No festive look is complete without the right jewellery. Durga Puja is the time to flaunt your heritage pieces like Polki necklace sets, Choker necklaces, and American diamond earrings. Statement pieces that blend tradition with contemporary designs will add a dazzling charm to your outfits. Explore collections at shenextfashion.com and indiangehne.com to find the perfect jewellery to enhance your Durga Puja attire.

Printed Gowns for Fusion Fashion

If you want to mix modern fashion with tradition, a printed gown is the perfect option. It provides a fusion of Western and Indian styles, making it a versatile choice for the more casual or semi-formal Durga Puja events. These gowns, often adorned with ethnic prints, delicate embroidery, and light fabrics, allow for effortless movement while keeping you stylish.

Accessories for the Finishing Touch

Accessories play a crucial role in completing your festive look. Traditional bangles, anklets, and maang tikka are essential to create a full ethnic ensemble. For a modern twist, you can pair your traditional outfit with a stylish handbag or embroidered clutch, adding both convenience and elegance to your attire.

Mix and Match Trends

This Durga Puja, experiment with mix-and-match fashion. Combine a traditional Fancy silk saree with a modern blouse design or pair a long ethnic skirt with a stylish crop top. The fusion of contemporary and traditional fashion trends is perfect for making a unique fashion statement during the festival.

Conclusion

The Durga Puja collection is all about embracing your cultural roots while showcasing your personal style. From sarees to salwar suits, and statement jewellery to trendy accessories, your festive wardrobe should reflect the joy and energy of the occasion. Shop for the latest Durga Puja collection at She Next Fashion, and celebrate the festival of Durga Puja in style!