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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.

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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

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𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒙 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅!𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒍!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do not interact. large age gap (young but legal) kissing, making out, mentions of sex, little praising, feelings, pet names. etc.

picture credits (ig: @forhjackman) / dividers by @anitalenia 🤍

𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

You’ve done this so many times yet you always felt anxious every time the cameras started to flash. You wore the most beautiful dress which was almost see through exposing your lingerie right underneath. The loud applauses filled the hall, the music blasted. That gave you strength, sitting in front of your vanity you slipped your feet in the most prettiest designer high heels. You looked at yourself in the mirror spritzing some perfume on your chest which left glitter at its wake you licked your lower lip. You’ve read that so many celebrities were attending the show, and the after party was supposed to be throughout the evening. You met celebrities and movie stars all the time especially in your line of work– The doors swung open, you gathered your courage winking towards your best friend as you started to walk the catwalk. Catching so many eyes you blew a kiss towards the camera and gave a little twirl hearing people applause you. Worldwide designers admiring your body and the exquisite pieces you’ve worn, you felt lightweight. The cameras flashed before your eyes exposing the glitters and sparkles on the dress, the lines of your lingerie and your stockings completing the look as you stopped at the edge catwalk waving giving them your best smile. Hugh adjusted in his seat next to Ryan applauding you. You noticed Blake who cheered for you right in the front row next to her husband. Your heart started to beat faster as you saw Hugh. Your eyes met, biting your lower lip you turned around to walk back making sure he caught a glimpse of your ass. After seeing his latest movie– He was your crush. For months and you finally had your chance to give him a show. Not turning back you walked backstage to only have the dress removed off you and it was your turn to present another set of lingerie this time black, with pink bows. Large black wings were attached to your back and your hair got styled in a different way. The top of your head was now decorated with a white angelic halo. While other models walked out, you kept an eye on Hugh who seemed to be chatting with Ryan and not paying attention much to the other hot models who were walking up and down the catwalk.

It was your turn to walk again, so you took a deep breath watching the doors open for you. With confidence you walked out, the heels you had on your feet were all diamonds and butterflies. The most expensive shoes you’ve ever worn in your career. As you neared towards Hugh he stopped talking–seeing you, there wasn’t smile on his face. He wasn’t applauding you– his eyes were hooded and clouded with desire. He found you mesmerising…Your hands traveled up and down your own body as you danced to the song giving the cameras excellent shots of your lingerie and body. Hugh swallowed, you giggled covering your lips making him laugh under his breath shaking his head. Giving high fives to your girls as they walked past you, you winked at Hugh and walked back to backstage. Your heart clamoured against your chest, fuck…

The afterparty was not only successful, but eventful too. Your job was booked again for the fall and you couldn’t wait to work with gucci again. Their latest collections were to die for, asking for a dirty martini by the bar with a smile swiping your card to pay– a manly voice caught your ears. You gulped, turning around to see Hugh chatting away by one of the tables shaking hands with people holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. You were brave at the catwalk; giving him a little teasing show but now you wanted to disappear. Clutching your bag to your chest you quickly sipped your martini praying he wouldn’t see you but it was too late. His eyes found yours through the crowd and you placed your glass down mentally cursing because he was coming near and approaching you. You dug away through the crowd making him wanting you more.

You hoped to disappear when a large hand tugged you and pulled you forward so your face practically hit his rock hard chest. “I’m sorry” you squealed blushing wildly. “Sorry? What for?” He finished his whiskey, giving the glass to the waiter pulling you to the side behind brown drapes. You were hidden from the crowd, you gulped as his eyes darkened looking at you. “Givin me a little show huh?” You bit your lower lip. “I’m sorry Sir.. couldn’t help it.” Hugh chuckled cupping your cheek “Sir huh? Fuck formalities darlin..” his thumb tapping your lower lip his face leaning closer to yours “you looked fuckin gorgeous up there, gave me a little show.. and this ass” he hummed groping you pulling you against his growing erection. “I’m glad you loved it..” you gasped feeling him. “Can I?” Your question made him chuckle. Your dainty hands caressed his strong biceps, moaning softly under your breath you inhaled his cologne. “C’here” he breathed pressed you against the wall, his mouth was on yours. “Been having my eyes on you all evening.. but you fuckin ran like a little mouse when you see me” he sucked your lower lip. You moaned into the kiss, parting your lips for his tongue. Heat and butterflies awakened in your belly as you moved your hands on his torso. “When can I see you darlin?” He asked planting kisses on your jawline slowly making you whimper out pulling him closer at you feeling so little in his arms. His large hands groping your butt coaxing you against him. “come to my hotel room.. please” you slipped your hotel card in his pocket. He smiled against your lips before kissing you “I will see you there sweetheart..” you nodded pulling him into another heated kiss, he laughed softly under his breath moving his arms around you kissing you feverishly with tongue and warm breaths even a soft moan from him. “I don’t like to stop.. just wanna keep goin’–“ he breathed licking into your mouth taking away your breath and you nodded letting him engulf you in his embrace and kiss you until you both were a breathless mess.

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[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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!❤️❤️❤️

[midnightbears]

✿ duskbound, afterlight.

#STARRING: cybertronian fem reader & other characters.

#TAGS: violence. being brought to another planet against your will? anxiety. mentions of prostitution. no appearance of canon characters because this is an intro. hunger games reference!

#NOTES: literally only publishing this because a person asked for it and um?? @msbug15 you are the sole reason this is being published sorry if it's weird but your comment made my day! sorry folks megatron doesn't appear yet and he won't for another couple of chapters but i want you to get to know this mc first!! also i'm doing this really weird thing where i imagine the characters and how they move and stuff as the tf one version but this story does not follow the movie at all so imagine it however you want? i thought this could be a fun fact :)

part one

One time, when you were in one of the stations inside one of the hundreds of mines, waiting motionless for someone to tell you what to do or for someone to wander by, you drifted off, and one of the rocks from the ceiling fell from ten feet to the ground, landing on your back. It was as if the crash had knocked every wisp of common sense from you, and you lay there struggling to inhale, exhale, or do anything.

You were going through it all over again—unable to breathe, unable to talk, and totally and utterly dumbfounded as the designation—your designation—ricocheted inside your processor. H-07, standing next to you, clutched your arm, and you wondered if he had caught you when you began to sink to the ground in shock.

H-01 seemed equally bewildered, and the other mechs of the division looked at you with pity. This couldn’t be possible. Yours was one of countless electronic chips! They hadn’t even worried about you because the likelihood of your selection was so slim. You were the latest addition to their branch line, not even a vorn in.

Somewhere far away, you could hear the crowd muttering unhappily. Most cybertronians recognized your designation since everyone knew what you'd done to one of your old colleagues before being sent to Nuna 5PY.

Trembling, your servos clenched at your sides as your mind raced and the weight of the situation sank in. You could feel the collective gazes of the other mechs fixed on you, their murmurs filling the air like a distant hum.

You glanced around at the faces of your fellow miners, searching for some glimmer of hope, some sign that this was all a mistake. But all you found was the same fear and helplessness reflected in their optics. They knew as well as you did that once chosen, there was no going back.

One of the guards, a stern and imposing mech with a visor concealing his optics, approached you with an air of authority. His voice boomed through the station, echoing off the metallic walls. "Step forward. You have been chosen."

Your legs felt like lead, but you forced yourself to comply, hesitantly stepping forward. H-07's grip tightened on your arm, offering wordless support.

Feeling as though time had condensed, you walked toward the stage, servos clenched at your sides, legs trembling under the weight of your heavy spark.

"Lovely!" said Bullway, looking you up and down. "But I believe there's a small matter of inequality. You're a femme. It wouldn’t be fair having you seized up against our mightiest gladiators—"

"What does it matter?"

It was the first thing to come out of your intake, laced with poison and bitter distaste. You immediately noticed Bullway's surprised, almost discombobulated expression. Scrap. Had no one ever spoken to him like that before? Is that why he looked so stunned?

You couldn’t see it, but the other mechs watched you with pained expressions. They didn’t know you, but there was a faint recognition. You were the femme who pierced your old coworker’s knee with a pickaxe. The femme the guards spoke vulgarly about on occasion. The femme who used to share a berthroom with one of the local prostitutes and her sparkling. The femme who sometimes cried during breaks.

You cleared your voicebox, trying to suppress the sudden splenetic feelings. "What does it matter?"

H-01 spoke up, his voice shaking with emotion. "Sir, this must be a mistake! H-08 is just a new addition, barely trained for anything, let alone gladiatorial combat!"

The overseer's visor flickered with a hint of something you couldn’t quite place, but he remained resolute. "The selection process is not infallible, but it is final. She has been chosen, and that is it."

His words caused H-01's shoulders to slump. However, Bullway paid the older mech no mind as he shoved you toward the line of chosen cybertronians, causing them to knock against each other. They formed a neat line as best they could, and you situated yourself on the far side, looking down in mute shock as Bullway commenced another speech about their bravery and whatnot.

The shock of the situation mulled around your processor, unable to quiet itself or leave from where it came. Being chosen as a gladiator was not just a dangerous risk; it was a death sentence for many who were forced to participate. Kaon was known for their brutality, pitting mech against mech in deadly combat for the entertainment of others.

Your energon pumped faster, and your ventilation systems struggled to keep up with the amount of heat in your body. The once familiar surroundings of the mining station now seemed alien and distant, as if you’d been transported to another world entirely.

How could this have happened? Why you? The thought of facing seasoned gladiators—hardened fighters who had trained for cycles in combat—sent a shiver down your spinal strut.

When Bullway's speech ended, you were taken into custody. You weren't chained, but several guards marched you and the others through one of the patio’s largest doors and outdoors, which was heavily secured with wiring and strange substances smeared on the hard ground. Had previous miners tried to flee? If so, you'd never seen it before.

You spared one final glance at the mechs of your division before turning your helm to glance at the guards beside them.

They were quiet, never saying a word, only leading the chosen miners to their destination, nodding and complying with anything Bullway said or muttered. Truthfully, they were just like you—too scared and frightened to say anything about the unjust predicament, in fear of being the ones to end up in the arena. In a way, you understood and sympathized.

As you marched through the smog-covered streets, the tension in the air felt thick, like an energon fog. The guards’ optics remained fixed ahead, their faces stoic, unreadable. You wondered if they had once been miners, too, forced to take on the role of captors to survive.

The ground beneath your peds was rugged, the smeared substances adding an eerie glow to the surroundings. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was some kind of security measure to track movements or prevent escape attempts. The possibility of fleeing crossed your mind, but you knew it was futile. The guards were armed, you were cogless, and the area beyond the secured doors was likely full of more traps.

As you approached the massive spaceship, your spark clenched with trepidation. The vessel loomed over you like a giant metallic beast, ready to consume its unwilling passengers. There was no turning back now—no way to change your fate. 

You glanced once more at your division mates, their expressions mirroring your own fear and uncertainty. You wished you could offer them reassurance, but you could barely muster it for yourself.

The guards directed you to your designated seat, and you took a moment to look out the small window beside you. Cybertron’s sky stretched endlessly, its once vibrant hues now dimmed by pollution and destruction. You wondered if you would ever see this sight again.

The engines rumbled to life, the ship vibrating beneath you as it prepared for takeoff. You gripped the armrests, your palms slick. Your thoughts drifted back to those you left behind in the mines, and you found yourself praying to Primus for their safety.

You thought of Starlight, of how she still believed that Primus and the Thirteen were listening to every cybertronian, that they would answer your calls one day, that you needed to have faith in them. She always meant well. You knew she did.

But Primus would never heed the words of someone like you.

He was, like always, absent and smiling serenely somewhere else.

The city of Kaon sprawled across a plateau three times the surface area of Nuna 5YP.

Over it hung a perpetual cloud of smoke and heavy metal compounds. Whereas the architecture of your satellite reached up and out, defined by towers, caves, and stepping-stone ridges of residential blocks, Kaon, in contrast, was like an endless tumble of blackened rubble, immense mechanical structures collapsing onto one another, and newer generations of the same built upon them.

It looked like it had been bombed from orbit, then pieced back together by blind minicons.

If you were already miserable in your pitiful satellite, what must it have been like to live here from the moment one emerged from the Well of AllSparks?

The group of guards was left inside the ship. Bullway himself urged them to return to Nuna 5YP, insisting that he was prepared to lead the main team of miners by himself. Although reluctant, the sentries didn’t want to lose an optic by arguing with one of the overseers of Kaon, so they did as commanded and remained where they were as Bullway led the miners to a building.

It was to the south of Kaon’s center and between two slag pits so deep that you couldn’t see to the bottom unless you came right to the edge. The building itself was a pyramidal black monument, squared at the top for a landing pad. Inside it was an abandoned cyber-hydraulic works.

It was the perfect venue for gladiatorial matches as well as black-market production of optics and auditory components. Those degraded fast in the heavily polluted atmosphere of Kaon, especially in the gladiatorial arenas, where injuries to sensory arrays were extremely common in surviving combatants.

Bullway’s words were going in one audial receptor and out the other, as you were too busy gawking at the magnificent yet eerie scenery before you.

The pit floor was rectangular and wide enough for an entire army unit to practice on, with two hundred mechanometers on each of its short sides and half that distance on its long sides. From what you could tell, it was produced from crushed and rejected ore pebbles from manufacturing facilities since its materials were too low-grade to be actually usable.

You observed carefully that mechanical debris and smoldering rubbish heaps strewn across the floor provided unlimited possibilities for tactical ambush and blind-side strikes. Four layers of seating raised vertically around the floor, reaching a hundred mechanos above, though right now, it was frighteningly empty.

Your attention was drawn back to the massive arena before you as Bullway proceeded to ramble on about the numerous training exercises and rules of the gladiator matches. 

Your fists tightened as you thought about the murder and violence that must have splattered these grounds. The eerie silence that suddenly engulfed the arena only added to the gravity of what was about to happen. Soon, this site would be packed with applauding spectators eager to see mechs fight for their lives.

Bullway gestured toward the raised tiers, his voice carrying a note of authority. “The spectators will watch your battles from up there. You will be showcased as the warriors of Kaon, their entertainment. Your every move, every triumph, and every defeat will be watched closely.”

Your gaze lifted to the empty seats, and the thought of countless eyes watching your every move sent a shiver down your spinal strut. 

Following Bullway’s lead, the group of chosen miners proceeded down a passageway to the complex of abandoned maintenance tunnels. The air grew colder and damper as they delved deeper into the labyrinth of corridors. The faint echoes of dripping water and distant machinery filled the air, making it feel like a desolate underworld.

“These tunnels will be your resting place between battles. A match wins you a room with basic necessities.” Bullway declared, his voice echoing off the walls. “You’ll have time to strategize, heal your wounds, and prepare for the next fight. But don’t get too comfortable. Weakness is not tolerated in the arena.”

As Bullway led them further into the tunnels, you noticed several vacant rooms, each equipped with a berth and some basic amenities. It was far from the comfort of the mines, but it was a place to rest, to gather strength for the next day’s battles.

Once the ‘tour’ came to a close, you were surprised by how quickly time passed. You followed the group of miners-turned-gladiators closely, in fear of getting lost inside the labyrinth-like complex.

Your processor was filled with a whirlwind of emotions, from fear and anxiety to grief over your lost friend and the sparkling you sent away to safety. You longed for them, wished to hug them one last time. The memories of their laughter felt like distant echoes in the desolate tunnels.

“They’re saying the bosses have called us…”

The whispers of one of the mechs caught your attention, and you leaned your helm forward to hear more of their passing conversation.

You strained to catch the murmured words. Your audials tuned in to the calm conversation like a radar seeking elusive signals. The mention of the bosses stirred a ripple of tension among the group, like a static building before a storm. For a moment, you wondered if they would be worse than the leaders inside Nuna 5YP.

“I’ve heard they want one of us to fight,” another said in hushed tones, preventing the mech overhead from hearing any of the ongoing conversations.

Your optics narrowed slightly as you processed the implications of the conversation. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of twisted agenda the bosses had in mind and who among them would be chosen for such a task.

You felt a knot form in your circuits. 

Your spark pounded with fear and defiance as you reached the chamber where the bosses awaited. You squared your shoulders, steeling yourself for whatever lay ahead.

As the group entered the chamber, you were immediately struck by the luxury of the bosses' thrones. They sat in a semicircle, looming above the group like predators surveying their prey. The air was thick with the scent of rust and decay, but the bosses, perched atop their high-backed chairs, pretended they didn’t notice.

One of the mechs, sporting a shade of tarnished chrome, leaned forward slightly, his optics narrowing as they settled on you. A thin smirk stretched across his facial splates.

"Here they are!" His smooth and deceptively warm voice echoed through the room. "So... how are you finding Kaon? The city of opportunity, after all."

The others chuckled, the sound grating and insincere as if they were all in on some private joke. You clenched your fists, fighting to keep your expression neutral.

“We hope the accommodations are to your liking,” another chimed in. “You’ll find that our arena here is generous to those who earn it… and to those who survive."

One of the mechs next to you, unable to restrain himself any longer, cleared his throat. "We—uh, we are grateful for the... chance, sirs," he said, his voice slightly trembling as he spoke. "But... what precisely do you expect from us?"

"What do we expect?" he echoed derisively, leaning forward. "Oh, it's straightforward. We want you to fight. We want to find out if you possess the ability to entertain.”

The boss in chrome waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, don't mind him. All we want is a show. A little... amusement. After all, the crowd expects a good fight, and we wouldn’t want to disappoint them."

Your spark pounded in your chest as you realized what they were doing—pretending this was some grand opportunity while masking the fact that it was a death sentence. They were toying with all of you, playing a sick game just to see who would break first.

Before you could respond, another voice cut in, deeper and more commanding.

"Enough games," said the largest of the bosses, who had remained silent until now. His optics burned red, and the room seemed to tremble slightly when he spoke. "We don’t have all night. One of you will fight. Tonight. Now."

The room fell into a sudden, chilling silence. You felt the air grow heavy. It wasn’t a request; it was a demand. You inhaled sharply, keeping your optics glued to the ground, feeling like you might break at any second. Someone would be thrown into the arena, and there was no way to refuse.

The chrome boss leaned back, his smirk widening. “So,” he said lightly, "who's it going to be?"

There was a murmur among the miners, a shuffling of peds as everyone avoided making eye contact. You could feel the eyes of the bosses on you, sharp and predatory. They were waiting, savoring the moment.

You thought of Starlight again, her laughing optics and tired smile flashing across your processor.

And then, without thinking, the words burst from your intake, sharp and defiant.

"You can’t just send us to our deaths like this!"

For a moment, the room was deathly still, and you regretted and regretted and regretted and regretted—until, finally, one of them answered. The chrome boss tilted his head as if considering your words before letting out a low, sinister laugh.

“Hah! Such a smart mouth,” he drawled, his optics narrowing in amusement. “The audience will enjoy you tonight. Yes... I think we’ve found our fighter!”

The other bosses murmured in agreement as if they were discussing the good weather of the current day. You stood frozen, their decision crashing down on you like a collapsing building.

“Someone lead her to the barracks,” the scarred boss barked. “Her fight will start momentarily.”

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop, and then one of the guards beside the bosses was roughly yanking at your arm before dragging you out of the room under the worried gazes of the other stranger-turned-comrades.

You tried to maintain your composure despite the fear threatening to consume you. The grip of the mech’s servo on your arm felt tighter with each passing second. Your legs felt like jelly, and you stumbled throughout the hallway, barely able to keep up with the guard. Despite your intake being open, no words slipped because you couldn’t seem to formulate any.

Why did you have to talk?

What now? You had never fought before nor witnessed any fights; your only weapon experience resided in sticking pickaxes in other mechs’ knee plates, and by Primus’ sake, you never expected to find yourself in such a dangerous situation!

After what felt like an eternity, the mech finally shoved you inside a room stuffed with weapons and protective gear and left without a single word.

You didn’t realize how much noise you were unconsciously blocking out due to the burgeoning panic inside your processor, because as soon as you were alone, your audials started picking up on the noise outside the room to what you could only assume was the arena. The distant roar of the crowd filtered through the walls like a thunderous storm.

The sound was overwhelming, echoing off the metal surfaces and reverberating through your very core. Each cheer and chant felt like a physical blow, and you quickly deduced that they were not for you. They were for the impending match, for the spectacle of metal and mayhem that awaited. And yet, whether you liked it or not, you were a part of this now.

You were utterly alone. Haunted by memories of your dead best friend, preyed upon by the emotionally fragile sparkling you left behind, and now desperately looking for a way to change your life around.

With trembling servos, you reached for a nearby weapon, your hands fumbling over the unfamiliar contours. But a blaring alarm shattered the already tense atmosphere before you could even grasp it tightly. The shrill sound pierced your thoughts like a knife, sending a shiver down your spinal strut.

With wide optics, you watched as the door at the room's far end slowly slid open, revealing a corridor beyond.

Your circuits surged with panic like molten lava, and you could not, for the life of you, process the magnitude of the situation. Despite your efforts to maintain composure, your facade crumbled beneath the weight of your terror. Your legs wobbled like fragile stilts beneath you, threatening to give way at any moment.

You trudged forward through the corridor, promising that they would not see you cry. The distant roar of the crowd grew louder with each passing moment, and you willed yourself to momentarily shut your optics once you fully entered the rectangular pit floor.

Banks of lights in every frequency, from infrared to ultraviolet, drenched the floor in merciless light. The stands were jammed with workers from the factories and elemental refineries of Kaon. They stomped their feet in rhythm until the entire balconies of each level bounced up and down to nearly the limits of the metal frame’s tensile strength.

The noise was overwhelming and so loud you were sure you would be left with only a constant maxed-out white noise inside your audials.

Your optics widened in sheer terror as your opponent emerged from the shadows, a towering figure probably two times your size—and that was scary because you were a tall femme.

Before you could even register what was happening, the fight had begun.

[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.

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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.

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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.

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Make Her Day: Top 10 Rakhi Gifts For Sisters From Shahenaz's Latest Collection

Rakhi is just around the corner, and it's the perfect opportunity to celebrate the special bond you share with your sister. This year, instead of the usual gifts, why not surprise her with a curated look from Shahenaz's latest collection? From traditional ensembles to modern outfits, Shahenaz offers an array of choices to make her day truly memorable. Let’s explore how you can put together the perfect Rakhi look for your sister with Shahenaz’s exquisite offerings.

1. The Statement Lehengas

Imagine your sister twirling in a beautiful lehenga from Shahenaz, radiating elegance and grace. This Rakhi, choose from a range of lehengas featuring intricate embroidery and luxurious fabrics like silk and chiffon. Whether she prefers vibrant colors or subtle hues, there's a lehenga that will make her feel like royalty.

2. Complementary Jootis

Traditional outfits are only complete with the perfect pair of jootis. Shahenaz offers a stunning collection of handcrafted jootis that add a touch of elegance to any ensemble. Adorned with delicate embellishments and comfortable soles, these jootis are perfect for long celebrations and will keep her stylish throughout the day.

3. Functional Handcrafted Bags

A chic bag is a fashion statement and a practical accessory. Shahenaz's range of handcrafted bags includes everything from clutches to laptop bags. These bags are designed to be both stylish and functional, with ample space and compartments. Whether she needs a tote for shopping or a laptop bag for work, Shahenaz has the perfect bag for her.

4. Versatile Scarves

A scarf can elevate an outfit, adding layers and sophistication. Shahenaz's collection of scarves comes in various materials and designs, making them a versatile accessory. Whether draped over a traditional dress or paired with a casual outfit, a scarf from Shahenaz is sure to add a stylish flair.

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Kaftans and kimonos are perfect for a relaxed yet stylish look. Shahenaz’s range of kaftans and kimonos come in various prints and colours, offering comfort without compromising on style. Ideal for lounging at home or casual outings, these pieces are a must-have in every wardrobe.

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For the working woman, Shahenaz’s office wear kurtis are a blend of style and professionalism. These kurtis are perfect for the workplace, offering a chic yet comfortable option. They can be easily paired with leggings or trousers, making them a versatile addition to any wardrobe.

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Co-ord sets are the latest trend, offering a coordinated look that’s both stylish and easy to wear. Shahenaz’s co-ord sets are perfect for those who love a put-together look without the hassle of matching separates. From vibrant prints to elegant designs, these sets are perfect for any occasion.

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[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.

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Shop Bohemian Bags Online in India – Metal Clutch & Banjara Bags at Themaresse

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Stylish suits look for Angrakha, Anarkali and frock style.

Discover stylish suits for weddings with Angrakha, Anarkali, and frock styles. Embrace elegance, tradition, and modern flair with these perfect ethnic looks.

Weddings offer the perfect opportunity to showcase your cultural heritage while adding a modern twist with stylish suits. Whether you're attending a traditional ceremony or a contemporary celebration, selecting the right ethnic stylish suits can elevate your style and make you stand out. In this blog, we’ll explore styling tips for three stunning stylish suits: Angrakha Style Suit, Frock Style Suit, and Anarkali Suits, all available at mulson.in. These ethnic stylish suits are perfect for weddings, combining tradition and elegance with a contemporary flair.

Angrakha Style Suit: A Fusion of Grace and Royalty

The Angrakha stylish suits have been a staple in Indian ethnic wear for centuries, known for their asymmetrical design and tie-up closure. These stylish suits radiate elegance and royal charm. To style this ethnic dress for women, pair the Angrakha stylish suits with statement jewelry like jhumkas or chandbalis. A dupatta draped over one shoulder adds a traditional touch, enhancing the overall chic look. For footwear, opt for embroidered juttis or heels that complement these stylish suits. If you're looking for something unique, explore designer ethnic stylish suits like Angrakha kurtas paired with lehengas, available online at mulson.in. These stylish suits are designed to help you achieve a regal look with ease.

Frock Style Suit: Playful Yet Elegant

The Frock Style stylish suits are a trendy yet playful twist on traditional ethnic wear. With their flared hemline and flattering silhouette, these stylish suits add a contemporary edge to classic Indian outfits for women. Ideal for wedding receptions or pre-wedding celebrations, these stylish suits allow you to move freely while making a statement. To elevate the look, pair your frock-style stylish suits with a Biba Kurti or Libas Kurta Sets in luxurious fabrics like silk or brocade. Accessorize with chunky necklaces or statement earrings to add glam to your stylish suits. For a polished finish, opt for an embellished clutch or bag. Frock Style stylish suits are ideal for blending modern chic with traditional charm, making them a must-have ethnic dress for festive occasions.

Anarkali Suits: A Timeless Classic for Weddings

The Anarkali stylish suits are timeless ethnic dresses, perfect for wedding celebrations. Their long, flowing silhouette and intricate embroidery add a touch of royalty to any occasion. For weddings, opt for Anarkali stylish suits with heavy embellishments like zari work or sequins to create a party wear look. Whether paired with designer ethnic wear accessories or the latest Anarkali stylish suits available online, these stylish suits make a bold statement. Keep accessories minimal, such as delicate earrings or a sleek bracelet, to balance the ensemble. For a casual look, a cotton Anarkali stylish suits work beautifully for day events, combining comfort with style. Explore luxurious designer Anarkali stylish suits from popular brands like Libas or Biba at mulson.in, offering you a high-end ethnic option for weddings.

Why Shop at Mulson.in for Stylish Suits? Mulson.in provides an extensive collection of stylish suits for women, ensuring that you find the perfect match. Whether you're looking for a salwar suit, an Anarkali dress, or a frock style suit, the curated selection of stylish suits ensures that every woman finds a look that resonates with her style. From kurtis to lehenga sets and plus-size ethnic wear, the collection at mulson.in blends traditional and modern styles effortlessly, making it the go-to platform for wedding shopping.

Styling Essentials for Wedding Stylish Suits To complete your wedding look, pair your stylish suits with the right accessories. Oversized earrings, traditional bangles, and bold necklaces can take your stylish suits from simple to stunning. Footwear such as embellished sandals, juttis, or heels perfectly complements your stylish suits, and bridal makeup or a soft, glowing look will further enhance your style. With these styling tips and the stunning collection of stylish suits at mulson.in, you're sure to make heads turn at your next wedding celebration!

Stylish Suits for Women Ethnic stylish suits for women, including Anarkali suits, represent the seamless blend of tradition and modern trends, offering versatility for any occasion. Whether it’s a beautifully embroidered Anarkali dress or a chic kurti paired with palazzo pants, stylish suits are available in various fabrics such as cotton, silk, and georgette. Intricate embroidery, zari work, and vibrant colors make these stylish suits a staple in every woman's wardrobe. Perfect for festive seasons or special events, stylish suits elevate every woman’s look with grace and elegance. Explore the latest stylish suits, including Anarkali suits and more, at mulson.in and step into your next wedding celebration in style!

Ethnic Dresses for Women Ethnic stylish suits for women, including Anarkali suits, represent the seamless blend of tradition and modern trends, offering versatility for any occasion. Whether it’s a beautifully embroidered Anarkali dress or a chic kurti paired with palazzo pants, ethnic dresses are available in various fabrics such as cotton, silk, and georgette. Intricate embroidery, zari work, and vibrant colors make these ethnic dresses a staple in every woman's wardrobe. Perfect for festive seasons or special events, ethnic dresses elevate every woman’s look with grace and elegance. Explore the latest ethnic dresses, including Anarkali suits and more, at mulson.in and step into your next wedding celebration in style!

Ethnic Wear Dress for Women Ethnic wear dress for women seamlessly blends tradition with modern trends, offering versatility for every occasion. From casual gatherings to grand weddings, these dresses are designed to celebrate cultural heritage while making a style statement. Whether it’s a beautifully embroidered Anarkali dress or a chic kurti with palazzo pants, ethnic wear dresses are available in various fabrics like cotton, silk, and georgette, catering to different tastes. With intricate embroidery, zari work, and vibrant colors, these dresses allow women to express their individuality while embracing tradition. Perfect for festive seasons or special events, ethnic wear dresses elevate every woman's wardrobe with grace and elegance.

Indian Ethnic Wear for Women Indian ethnic wear for women represents the rich cultural heritage of India. It encompasses a wide range of styles, from the timeless saree to modern lehengas, kurtis, and salwar suits. Each piece is crafted with attention to detail, often featuring intricate embroidery, handwork, and luxurious fabrics such as silk, brocade, and cotton. Indian ethnic wear is known for its versatility, offering options that are both traditional and contemporary, allowing women to showcase their unique sense of style while staying rooted in cultural traditions. Whether you are looking for an outfit for a wedding, festival, or daily wear, Indian ethnic wear for women caters to various preferences and occasions, making it a staple in every woman’s wardrobe.

Designer Ethnic Wear Designer ethnic wear takes traditional clothing to a new level of elegance and sophistication. Crafted by renowned designers, these outfits often feature unique cuts, luxurious fabrics, and exquisite embellishments that make a statement. From intricately embroidered lehengas to beautifully tailored sarees, designer ethnic wear offers a blend of timeless tradition and contemporary flair. These pieces are perfect for weddings, parties, or other special occasions where you want to stand out. Investing in designer ethnic wear ensures that you have high-quality, one-of-a-kind pieces that reflect the best in craftsmanship and fashion, making them perfect for those who want to express their individuality while honoring Indian tradition.

Casual Ethnic Dresses for Women Casual ethnic dresses for women offer the perfect blend of comfort and style for everyday wear. These dresses are designed with breathable fabrics like cotton and rayon, making them ideal for casual outings, brunches, or even office wear. They often feature relaxed silhouettes such as kurtis, tunics, or long skirts paired with simple yet elegant prints or embroidery. Casual ethnic dresses allow women to stay connected to their cultural roots while embracing the ease and comfort needed for day-to-day activities. Whether it’s a simple kurti with jeans or a flowy cotton dress with minimal embellishments, casual ethnic dresses offer effortless style for modern women.

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Designer Ethnic Wear Designer ethnic wear blends traditional Indian styles with modern aesthetics, offering elegant and unique garments. These outfits, often crafted with luxurious fabrics and intricate details, are perfect for weddings, parties, and other special occasions. Designer pieces elevate ethnic fashion, showcasing a blend of creativity, craftsmanship, and contemporary trends. From lehengas to sarees, designer ethnic wear ensures you stand out at any event.

Ethnic Dress for Women Ethnic dress for women is a perfect combination of tradition and style. From flowing anarkalis to chic kurtis, ethnic dresses offer versatility for any occasion. Crafted from rich fabrics like silk, cotton, and georgette, these dresses are perfect for festive events, parties, or casual gatherings. With intricate patterns and vibrant colors, ethnic dresses let women express their individuality while celebrating cultural heritage.

Ethnic One-Piece Dress An ethnic one-piece dress combines traditional Indian elements with modern silhouettes, offering both style and convenience. These dresses often feature rich fabrics like cotton or silk and are adorned with traditional embroidery or prints. Suitable for casual outings or formal events, an ethnic one-piece dress offers a simple yet elegant look, making it a go-to outfit for women who prefer comfort without compromising on style.

Ethnic Party Wear Dress for Women An ethnic party wear dress for women is designed to make a statement at any special occasion. These dresses often feature luxurious fabrics, bold prints, and intricate embellishments. From glamorous lehengas to elegant Anarkalis, party wear ethnic dresses allow women to embrace tradition while standing out in festive settings. Perfect for weddings, parties, and other celebrations, these dresses ensure you look chic and feel confident.

Indian Ethnic Wear for Women Indian ethnic wear for women offers a vast array of styles, from sarees to lehengas, showcasing rich traditions and craftsmanship. These garments celebrate Indian heritage with intricate embroidery, vibrant colors, and luxurious fabrics. Perfect for weddings, festivals, and formal events, Indian ethnic wear combines elegance and cultural significance, making it a timeless wardrobe staple.

Designer Ethnic Wear Designer ethnic wear takes traditional styles and infuses them with contemporary flair. These garments often feature unique cuts, luxurious fabrics, and exquisite embellishments, making them perfect for special occasions. Designer ethnic wear ensures a blend of sophistication and creativity, offering women the chance to stand out in any celebration.

Ethnic Dress An ethnic dress combines modern and traditional elements, offering versatility and style. These dresses come in various styles, from long Anarkalis to short kurtis, and are perfect for both casual and formal occasions. With rich prints, embellishments, and comfortable fabrics, ethnic dresses let women express their individuality while celebrating cultural heritage.

Casual Ethnic Dresses for Women Casual ethnic dresses for women offer comfort without compromising on style. Made from breathable fabrics like cotton and rayon, these dresses are perfect for everyday wear. Whether it’s a simple kurti paired with leggings or a relaxed Anarkali, casual ethnic dresses are versatile enough for office wear, brunches, or casual outings, giving a chic yet laid-back look.

Discover the perfect blend of tradition and style with the exquisite ethnic suits available at mulson.in. From elegant Anarkali suits to chic Angrakha and frock-style designs, our collection offers something for every festive occasion. Each piece is crafted with attention to detail, ensuring you stand out with grace and charm. Shop now for your favorite ethnic suits here and stay updated on the latest trends by following Mulson on Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, and YouTube.

What is the difference between Anarkali and Angrakha?

Anarkali and Angrakha are both traditional Indian garments, but they differ in style and design. Anarkali is a long, flowing dress with a fitted bodice and a flared skirt, often cinched at the waist. It typically features intricate embroidery and embellishments, giving it an elegant and regal appearance. Anarkalis are commonly worn for festive occasions, weddings, and formal events. Angrakha, on the other hand, is a traditional attire characterized by a crossover design. It consists of a knee-length or long tunic that is tied at the waist, usually with a side knot or strings. Angrakhas often have asymmetrical hemlines and can be paired with various bottoms like churidars or palazzos. This style offers a more relaxed fit and is versatile enough for both casual and festive wear.

What is a frock suit called?

A frock suit, commonly known as a frock-style suit, is a traditional Indian garment that combines elements of a frock and a suit. It features a flared, knee-length or longer dress with a fitted bodice and often has an A-line silhouette. Frock suits typically come with intricate embroidery, embellishments, and unique necklines, making them suitable for festive occasions, weddings, or formal events. They can be paired with leggings, churidars, or palazzos, adding to their versatility. The frock suit is favored for its elegant yet comfortable design, allowing for ease of movement while maintaining a stylish appearance.

How to style Anarkali with dupatta?

To style an Anarkali with a dupatta, drape the dupatta elegantly to complement the flow of the outfit. You can wear it over one shoulder and let it fall gracefully, or pleat it neatly and pin it on both shoulders for a formal look. For a modern twist, drape it diagonally across the front and cinch it with a belt at the waist. Choose a dupatta with contrasting or embellished designs to enhance the Anarkali’s beauty. Pair it with statement earrings, minimal makeup, and stylish heels to complete the look.

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