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🪷 — A ROYAL AFFAIR . . . THE SCANDAL OF THE CHILDHOOD CONSORT

LADY DRIA WRITES . . . ˚ ༘ *

🪷 dearest gentle reader, what is a princess to do when she's caught between two dashing princes, both of which are her childhood friends? — one her betrothed and the other her past love... 4.7k words.

🪷 prince gojo x reader x prince geto jjk regency/royal au, use of regency era terminology, longing and more longing.

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CHAPTER ONE. . . ˚ ༘ *

L'INCOMPARABLE.

Talks of betrothal began in the last Spring of your youth.

Under the cherry blossom trees, you sit in silence, fuchsia petals decorating the length of your hair in messy scatters.

Satoru Gojo, crowned prince and heir to the Gojo throne, picks the fallen remnants of flowers from your hair one by one as the nobles watch on.

Whispers of ‘they would make such a beautiful match’ and ‘look how the Prince dotes on her’ echo in the brush of the gardens, women whispering among themselves and the men chortling between swings of their mallets — in a near deathly game of pall mall.

“Don’t hide from me,” Satoru dips his head, breath fanning the shell of your ear. If possible, the whispers intensify, cutting past your ears and you bite back a giggle, stifling down the thought that crosses your mind, attention whore.

“I’m not hiding, your highness.” You counter, shifting to the side, your smile hidden behind a porcelain teacup, swift sips of ginger warming your cheeks.

“It’s improper, you know.” The words linger in the air between soft wisps of wind, flurries of foreign fabrics and bright layers of skirts pass your vision — and yet, all is drowned out by him.

Your anointed Prince, the attention whore.

“Improper to gaze upon my companion?” Satoru scoffs, grinning wide, toothy, dimples.

Childhood found you both tethered like bee and nectar, always close, always coming back.

At first, it was through duty, sharp tongued ten year old Satoru Gojo, a prince born with a halo and the title of the realm’s strongest to his name, meeting you, the humble princess of the Western kingdom, born in valor and sprouted in pride, a warrior’s code.

It was a disastrous first few encounters—

(—but then he was your bestfriend, and you his. )

His dear mother, bless her soul, had taken the time out to host this marvelous garden party to welcome the newest maidens into their debuts – moreso, to marry Satoru off quicker than he could leave for another battle, chasing another war – and yet, he cared not to meet with any of the women or entertain them beyond an inch of his being.

Not around you, at least.

“You shouldn’t jest about these things—!” A snort leaves your mouth, and whereas the ever uppity ladies of the palace court gawk at you in utter disbelief and mild disgust, Satoru finds himself bellowing a boyish laugh.

That was the last time he’d laugh like that with you, before a warm spring of youth turned to a burning summer, hot with passion, scorched with lust.

THE SCANDAL OF THE CHILDHOOD CONSORT.

Dearest gentle reader,

As all royal scandals do,

It started with an invitation.

We cordially invite you to the Gojo palace grounds to celebrate the betrothal of our crowned prince Satoru Gojo and his bride to be [name] [name].

This author finds herself compelled and rather . . . intrigued.

What a match made in heaven! Our beloved Prince Satoru and his most dearest childhood friend!

Your fingers tremble at your sides, the aura that is the strongest permeates your very being. The soft hum of piano keys coupled with string and bow becomes near inaudible – the power Satoru Gojo has on you is like a moth to a flame, lamb to slaughter.

But I assure you,

When it comes to matters of the heart —

Carefully, your feet carry you across the crowded ballroom, mass of bodies parting the instant they catch a glimpse of your eyes – that desperation is familiar in young women like you – and they pity you.

You, who should be above them, who should be the next Queen, the current Princess consort to be.

And yet.

“I’ve told you endlessly, I will take no wife!” Satoru’s voice is a staccato, bouncing off the walls of the vacant corridor adjacent to the ballroom, echoing past your ears.

Dare I say, our beloved crowned Prince

Is not the strongest.

“Some nerve you have, boy.”

Satoru’s father, the King, is a stoic man.

You’ve come to know this well in your youth. He rules firm and his word remains law. By no means is he the strongest or possesses any more battle capacity than that of any other noble, but he remains a political stronghold.

And his grip over his family — his subjects, remains unwavering.

“I don’t care for your affairs or your crown,” Satoru’s gaze remains hard, even as he meets his father’s ire in tow, and in such a barely secluded place too. “Let one of your bastards have it, my place is on the battlefield doing what you are too cowardly to.”

Your mind runs rampant, palms pressed against the cold wall concealing your presence.

You wonder what Satoru might be thinking — if he’d be so foolish as to forsake his lineage and do away with his duty, if he’d give up simply because his fate was not his choice — he wouldn’t.

No, Satoru is good and kind, and he would see this kingdom to a new realm of peace just with his bare hands alone.

“And that is all? You wish to do away with it simply because it does not suit your childish desires? I have given you everything! And the one thing I ask of you—”

You still yourself at the near animalistic growl that leaves Satoru’s lips.

“She will never be Queen.”

It cuts through you like blades of grass, familiar, scratching at your skin softly, pinpricks of green drawing blood from your calves.

It reminds you of when you were younger, more naive and susceptible to the follies of men and matters of the heart.

“Who’ll marry you if you spend your days swinging a sword and broadening your shoulders?”

“Aren’t there girls your age you can follow around? I don’t care if you’re a princess, we’re not friends.”

“I don’t know why you’d believe he’d ever want to court you.”

Three months, thirteen days.

Your betrothal has long exceeded and broken the record of engagement wait time.

Most women would be married within the same month of betrothal, the longest and most respectable wait time being a month and a half, only due to cases of overdue dowry payments.

Three million dollars was your reverse dowry.

Paid directly from the royal treasury to your father, and four million dollars paid in return. That was how much yours and Satoru’s hands were worth to your families, a testament to the weight you’d both bear by wearing a crown.

Except, you hadn’t been crowned yet. Or married for that matter.

“—summer solstice hunt!” It’s Yuji who exclaims, voice filled with childlike wonder. Recently knighted by Satoru himself and a renowned protege of the Kingsguard, the boy is eager to please. “Who will you cast your bets on, your grace?”

The confines of Satoru’s private study function as a meeting room for idle chatting — he leaves the letters to his advisors when they are of little importance.

Or discards them entirely when he has company, like now.

You sink deeper into the cushioned seat, Satoru’s arm draped over the back of your chair. A tuft of snowy hair falls over his forehead and he breathes a chuckle, your weight curling in on itself with every rise and fall of his chest.

why don’t you want me why don’t you want me why don’t you want me why don't you want me

“It’s out of question to bet on one’s self, no?” Satoru chuckles and it earns a cackle from Yuji, who, despite himself, has already casted his own bet on his annointed Prince. “I wouldn’t want to make anyone’s head bigger than it ought to be.”

The summer and winter solstice brings with it two separate ceremonial festivals — the hunt being the most anticipated due to its cutthroat competition among nobles and peasants alike.

That, and the prize.

The winner of the hunt, the man or woman to capture the famed primordial stag — which is really a regular stag trained and bred to elude even the most skilled knights — would be rewarded a grand jewel from the Queen’s vault.

Gentle reader,

The famed jewel for the taking

This summer, is none other than—

“I’ve placed my bet on you,” you comment plainly with a shrug and Yuji beams.

It isn’t unlike you to root for one of Satoru’s proteges, the ones fairly skilled and new to knighthood – you’ve always found yourself cheering for the peonies in a garden full of roses — the underdogs full of potential . . .

Satoru glances over to you, and for a second you miss how his gaze lingers.

“You’re too kind, Princess…” Yuji sighs, near dreamily. “I will no doubt do well now that I have your favor on my side.”

( losing dogs, satoru wants to say. all you ever do is bet on losing dogs. )

“You have her bet, not her favor.” Satoru scoffs dramatically before you can even think to lend Yuji your well wishes. “It isn’t something given, it’s something won. And from a maiden, not a Princess consort.”

She’s spoken for, is all you hear though.

There’s an air of uncertainty that passes between you and Satoru that only thickens with your closeness.

A pale palm curls around the cross rail of the back of your chair and you lean into his touch subconsciously – it’s warm, secure – he’s saying, I have your favor, don’t I? Tell me I do.

—The champion’s jewel,

A wraith necklace fit for a Queen.

The L’Incomparable.

“Nevertheless, you have my good faith.” You interject, followed by a sharp inhale, and you stand abruptly from your seat. Satoru’s hand falls to his side. He knows what you're thinking.

Three months, thirteen days.

You’ve sat by and watched Satoru deny you marriage – his excuse, that he’s waiting for his coronation first – you’ve watched him continue to entertain the women around him like he’s done since he was merely a squire, plastering a smile on his face from this glass castle he calls home.

He’s close, but never too close. Stringing you on then letting you loose— it’s routine.

It’s eerily similar to your childhood.

“Yuji,” Satoru speaks, soft yet firm. The young boy is on his feet immediately and offers a swift bow to his majesty, handing his service in tow to the call. “Leave us.” Satoru commands, and just as swiftly as he came, Yuji is bowing to you and exiting through the study doors.

L’Incomparable.

The largest internally flawless diamond in the kingdom and the most expensive chain sitting in the Queen’s vault currently, worth eight billion dollars alone.

Allegedly, it was handcrafted as a gift from an ancient Gojo king to his mistress — whom he had knighted and sent off to fight in the war at her wishes once their affair had been brought to light and scrutinized.

A gift he only got to place on her corpse.

Even in death, he loved her. More than he loved his own wife and Queen.

And though many attempts had been made to destroy the necklace, it remains near indestructible.

“Something troubles you.” Satoru murmurs the moment the door clicks shut. His gaze remains strained forward on your form, from where you fiddle with the frayed hem of your gown, back turned to him.

“I simply think of the prospects of the hunt,” you retort. “There are many promising young competitors traveling to partake— I fear my Prince would simply be. . . thwarted, is all.”

L’Incomparable is not a jewel of love.

It's a sickening story of a woman who loved a man who could not love her back in the way she deserved.

A woman who took what she was given, secret meetings, hushed whispers and fleeting gazes.

And when he did, finally love her back wholly and ardently, unable to bury it behind a locked door in the dungeon he called a heart — she was already gone.

“You doubt me?” Satoru’s voice is closer now, and you wonder when he even stood up – if he'd been taking small steps toward you the entire time.

“No.” It leaves your mouth like a prayer, an oath, worship. Every ounce of confidence you have is in him. He has protected you, kept you, safeguarded your sanity and treated you with grace— “Never that.”

( —he is your friend. nothing more than that. )

He exhales, and you hear the faint sound of a swallow, the click of his tongue. Your ear feels hot with the proximity, yet, he inches closer still.

“Will you give this to me, then?” He whispers, faint, uncertain — almost desperate.

And you turn, faces inches apart, breath mingling. “What is it you wish of me, my Prince?” Your pupils dilate.

“Your Prince,” Satoru repeats, like it knocked the wind out of him. It's a common way to address the monarch, you’ve said it before as have others. “. . . asks for your favor in the upcoming hunt.”

He keeps his hands folded behind him, curled into fists and trembling. Your Prince. Yours. Yours.

He’s a gentleman. He was raised right.

This urge—

( you’re his friend. his advisor. his confidant. this is not what he wants. )

The urge to strip you down to nothing but your chemise, lay you on his desk and hike your legs over his hips, show you things you’ve only seen in dreams or read in books — like he’s done to so many women before — he promises himself he’s not a rake, he’s just a man, but when you look at him like that and say his title so softly—

( it will pass. )

“Then,” your breath slows as he steps forward, so easily leaving you pressed back against the hardwood desk, caged by him. “I will grant my Prince my favor.”

Satoru watches in earnest, places his hands on either side of you on the desk as you remove one of your gloves.

Pure white, pearl decor, lace trim.

He would've laughed if he wasn't so enthralled by such a simple thing. Satoru wants to pull the other glove off with his teeth.

“I’ll return it to you,” he says, a promise. He takes the glove as you hand it to him, leaning forward and chasing the remnants of your fingertips against his once you pull away. “When I win.”

( and maybe then, you’ll understand i am devoted to you, wholly and utterly, if only in these moments and never again. )

There's a knock at the door, brief and soft. A maid, come to drop off another stack of letters.

And just as quickly as Satoru had found himself against you, he’s across the room, opening the door.

As if you had never been there.

The only evidence that he had even touched you is the lace cupped in his palm, middle and index tracing over a minute pearl.

L’Incomparable is a jewel of longing.

Morrow brings with it the beginning of joyous festivities.

You woke to another trousseau. This time, from a distant cousin in the Easternmost kingdom.

Attached was a letter of the newest development in her love life – said development being a defected knight nonetheless.

It made you giggle.

The palace corridors are bustling with life.

Servants and attendants eager to welcome early visitors who have come for the summer solstice, robust back and forth on decorations and food and gossip and many a’ things outside the realm of possibility to be discussed in one sitting.

Your lady in waiting, Areta, whom you’ve known since your youth, creeps into your room with a grin as wide as a war banner – you immediately assume the worst, mischief is your pastime but you fear the poor girl takes ‘eavesdropping on court gossip’ to another level.

“My lady, you would not believe—” Areta huffs, journeying to sit with you on the balcony, wiping an imaginary bead of sweat from her brow. “The things I’ve heard today!”

“You hear things everyday, I fear.” You indulge her, as always. And she begins to talk your ear off, all in good faith of course.

Down below in the courtyard, is the sound of smacking wood and the occasional chorus of baritone conversation.

Satoru, who should be attending treaty meetings with his father, bides his time sparring on the cobblestone with the other men of the Kingsguard – the noise wakes you most mornings.

“—talking to Julietta, you know? The girl who attends to the countess? And she said—”

You hum along to Areta’s words, eyes peering over the edge of the balcony, gaze fixed on the crown Prince.

His snowy hair is damp with sweat, Victorian style dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves, every swing of his wooden sword causes a commotion — muscles in his back flexing under the sunlight, so easily seen beneath the thin white fabric.

“—that her lady told her that she heard from a cousin-in-law who works at the docks that—”

You wonder what expression Satoru has as he pummels through his underlings playfully, hardly sparring but more play fighting. You imagine he’s grinning wide, crystalline blue eyes shimmering with glee—

“—that Prince Geto is coming for the hunt!”

You choke. Audibly.

Areta is quick to shut her mouth and lend you a concerned gaze. “Princess, are you—”

“I’m alright.” You wave a hand, catching your breath. Prince Geto. If you think about it too hard, you fear your chest might burst open and spill out your insides.

Oh, fair reader, it seems

Our dear protagonist has come upon

A treasure trove of memories.

“You were, ehem, saying?” You twirl your index finger in the air as if to prompt a rewind. “About. . .”

Areta raises an eyebrow, but nods slowly. “About Julietta’s lady’s cousin-in-law?” The girl questions, dim.

“No!” You interject immediately, twirling your finger in the other direction. Fast forward. “The other thing— the thing you heard!”

“Oh, about Prince Geto!”

Dearest reader,

Suguru Geto enters.

A man of great mystique,

the northern Prince.

And striking opposite of

our beloved crowned Prince Satoru.

“Yes! About him—”

Suguru Geto.

In many ways you could say he was Satoru’s best friend, his greatest rival and worst enemy all at the same time.

Through solstice events, formal gatherings and other royal duties, the same way you met Satoru, you met Suguru through him.

“Well, Julietta’s lady’s cousin-in-law works at the docks,” Areta begins again, regrettably. “You know? The private harbor where all the spirit and wheat shipments come in, but that's besides the point—”

( suguru was your bestfriend too. in every way it counted. )

“Areta.” You coo, coaxing her to get back to the main point. Why was Suguru coming for the summer solstice hunt? After being away in the North for so long, why now?

The only correspondence you’d had with him was a few letters years ago. And then he stopped writing.

“So, Julietta’s lady’s cousin-in-law saw the Geto family's ship dock in the private harbor!” The girl exclaims hushedly and you hum to yourself, curious.

Rightfully, you’d hold a grudge about never hearing from Suguru.

But in this moment, you feel no resentment or hurt. Instead, excitement that you might see your old friend once more.

And maybe, you, Suguru and Satoru could spend the summer solstice together— just like old times.

( and that’d be enough to get rid of the heat in your chest when satoru gets too close to you. )

Faithful reader,

she could not have been

more wrong.

Four days remain until the summer solstice hunt.

Satoru is scarce around the palace in preparation for his coronation coming soon and treaty arrangements.

You, on the other hand, have exhausted all your hobbies, biding your idle time helping the other ladies at court pick their gowns for tomorrow's feast — the first of seven nightly ones during the solstice.

Another trousseau is delivered to your chambers when you wake.

This time, you’re taken aback.

Instead of an elaborate stack of gifts, a box of jewelry or even a scandalous collection of seductive corsets and nightgowns to remind you of your predicament—

There's a long wooden box, coupled with a sealed parcel.

Inside the box is a beautiful gown, deep burgundy and shapely. Fitted with a low bust cut and short sleeves. It's a mouth watering dress, one you would've bought yourself if you even knew it existed.

But you've never seen a dress designed like this before, down to the intricate details of the underskirts and the hemming.

It's almost intimate.

When you finally open the parcel, you expect a note, but there's none. Instead, inside is a pair of black silk gloves, so smooth it melts in your palms – your mind immediately goes to Satoru and the glove he still holds hostage for you.

You don't think twice before telling Areta that this is what you’ll be wearing to tomorrow’s feast.

( you ought to thank satoru for this gift by wearing it, no? )

˚ ༘ *

The lights in the dining hall are dimmed perfectly to match the moonlight.

When you slip in from the adjacent corridor, greeting visiting nobles and residents of the palace court alike, a sense of nausea floods the pit of your stomach – what will Satoru say when he sees you? Will he like how the dress looks – or rather how you look in it?

Wait, why do you even care?

You’ve never really cared for these things— it must be the tea you had earlier. You nearly feel faint.

Darling reader,

it was in fact,

not the tea.

Your thoughts don't get the chance to linger very long, as the soft hum of music slows to a halt, and everyone begins journeying to their assigned seats.

Naturally, you fiddle with your gloves, not wanting to sit down at the second table yet.

One, it would be very impudent of a lady of your caliber to be seated without a proper escort by a gentleman.

And two, even though you did decline the few men who asked to escort you, you can't help the anxiety that floods your veins when you begin to realize that so many people are sitting already and you're not!

Sure, you're a Princess, but can't a girl be a little shy?

( not that you were waiting for satoru or anything of course. )

Devoted reader,

our protagonist

is in denial.

“It pains me to see such a beautiful lady left unaccompanied.” A voice flits past your ears, so close you can taste it on your tongue — incense, sandalwood.

( oh god, no. )

Your body turns in an instant, almost too quick, and your underskirts almost trip you as the weight sends you wobbling forward.

“Easy—” Suguru Geto’s arm darts out to curl around your waist, steadying you.

“You're here—” “You’re still clumsy—”

The both of you lock eyes at your shared unison of speech, then chuckle to yourselves.

You let your eyes wander over his features, how much he's grown over these past years.

He’s still as ethereal as the royal painters would describe. Prince Geto, the joy to paint, once in an era type beauty, born to be depicted in art, they’d say.

You don't doubt that.

“You look well,” you say. Suguru glances down at you and shakes his head, as if that is too much of a compliment for him to take. “No, honestly— I don't tease, you look very. . . stately.”

“Are you trying to call me old in a polite way, my lady?” He feigns offense, tilting his head to the side a little. You cover your mouth to laugh.

You don't miss the way his eyes linger on your gloves.

( oh, the gloves ! )

“Your highness,” leaves your mouth in a whisper, half teasing, half regal, and you give a brief curtsy, which he counters with a swift bow. “Would you do me the pleasure?” You grin, extending your hand to him.

Suguru — never Prince Geto, not to you at least — had been your solace, your comfort and your refuge.

The greatest friend you could have asked for in your youth.

“The pleasure is all mine.” Suguru whispers, taking your hand in earnest, escorting you over to the table and pulling your chair out for you — settling himself in the seat across from you, on the other side of the table.

( what a coincidence. )

˚ ༘ *

Time passes in waves.

People are whispering, no doubt. As they always do about you. No matter how hushed, you always hear them.

‘Look at the poor Princess consort, sitting beside an empty chair.’

‘You’d think she’d refer to herself as Lady now instead of Consort—’

‘To think even a Princess is not immune from such things. . .’

‘These things happen when you're sold off to a future King.’

“Bitter.”

Your head snaps up at the sound, dessert fork halting mid stab into your slice of cake.

Suguru’s eyes meet yours, as if he’d been looking at you the entire time, like he reads your thoughts as his own.

The people sitting at the table alongside you both fix their attention on him, the whispers halting.

“The cake,” he leans back in his chair, shrugging strands of his hair out of his face, looking down the length of the table at the spectators, nonchalant. “It's terribly bitter.”

You think you’d open your mouth to scold him a little, to not joke about what people say, royals should never engage in such petty gossip – but instead, you smile in gratitude.

( bitter. everybody's so bitter in this place. )

“That's quite unfortunate.” A familiar voice rings out, your fork sliding out of your hand to rest on the edge of your plate. “I hoped it would be rather sweet tonight.”

When you look over your shoulder, Satoru is already at your side, bending a knee and outstretching an open palm to you. “My Princess.”

He looks. . . disheveled.

Not completely out of order, it's something so small — so minute that only those who know him well would be able to point it out. From the crease of his vest to the shaky rasp in his voice—

And the woman in your peripheral stumbling back into the dining hall from the garden entrance on shaky legs. . .

( so that's what he was doing. )

“Your grace,” leaves your lips in a whisper and he kisses the back of your palm before sinking into his seat.

The way he presses his middle finger against his bottom lip like he’d been burned by the silk makes you raise an eyebrow. Does he not even have the common courtesy of pretending to like the gloves he gifted?

“I’m pleased you took time out of your busy schedule for us regular people.” Suguru chuckles, and Satoru’s mother, sitting near you all at the head table seems far from pleased.

“Well, a small act of kindness goes a long way.” Satoru parries and you force a smile, stabbing your dessert once more. “Especially for someone as regular as you, Prince Suguru.”

If you had initially thought this would be a quaint rekindling of an old childhood friendship, you never felt more wrong than in this moment — the air settles thick between you three.

“Isn't the future King Gojo just so kind?” Suguru addresses you, and you swallow, stifling your laugh.

“I pray for your marriage. . .” One of the Dukes seated at the table jests, to which you fiddle with the hem of your dress, the burgundy falling over your palms as a chorus of laughter ensues.

Marriage.

Suguru notices your gaze on him – or rather far away – and he smiles to snap you out of it. “Lady name?”

Just then Satoru’s hand reaches for yours under the table, halting your fiddling with the fabric, his grip steady and soft.

“Princess Consort.” Satoru interjects with a flat lipped smile, which could be perceived as kind, but to Suguru. . . “She changed titles.”

When was the last time someone called you by your name and not Princess consort? Always that. Not even Princess name.

“Pardon me,” you mumble beneath your breath, your grip on your dress going slack. You shrug your hand free from Satoru’s grip, abandoning your seat in an instant.

Satoru rises from his chair only four seconds afterward.

“Name—” he calls to you, following you out of the dining hall and down a vacant corridor.

Your footsteps evade him as he chases after you wide steps.

But he stops dead in his tracks when he hears you slam the door to an empty side room shut.

My dearest reader,

brace yourself for the

next publication.

Your kind author

bids you farewell.

[kenjioharashotspot]

🌃 | the 2 a.m touch . . .

pairing: kenji sato x fem!reader

words: 5202

synopsis: it was supposed to be a fun night out on the town with your best friend Akami, until you bumped into your ex-husband, Kenji Sato. That night would turn out to be an unforgettable experience, for both of you.

author's note: this fic is intended for mature audiences, as it contains descriptions of sexual nature.

  These past months have been rough. An empty house and an abrupt divorce all at once. You always thought what Kenji and you had was forever but...you were wrong!

There was no cheating, nothing like that, just a chaotic schedule, which led to a painful distance between you two. You loved Kenji, Emi and Professor Sato so much and couldn't fathom the idea of coming back to a quiet house every time you arrived from work, it was lonely and somewhat depressing.

  If it weren't for your friend Akami's wonderful help, you would be melting into the couch by now, watching trashy reality TV shows, romantic comedies and eating all kinds of unhealthy foods. Akami knew you were better than that and, after much begging, convinced you to leave the house for the night.

  You girls agreed she would come pick you up at 11 p.m, you thought it was late, as you had become accustomed to a more "homebody" and monotonous routine, now that you were living all by yourself. However, when considered an expert when it came to Japan's night life, Akami assured you that patrons would only start showing up at midnight. You could definitely feel her excitement, as her onyx colored eyes sparkled, probably as she remembered some of her adventures in one of the infamous nightclubs.

  As 11 p.m rolls around, the sound of your unused louboutin so kate pumps "click-clacking" became the only sound echoing throughout the long and well decorated corridor. At the far end, a large mirror allows you to see how your outfit looks like for the night. The reflection shown on the large mirror positioned in the middle of the corridor, shows you wearing a black open back mini dress, hugging your curves in all the right places, showing off your back as the fabric of the dress drips down beautifully on your body. Your black tights accentuate the muscles on your legs, giving you a lengthening effect all around.

  You take a deep breath as you're gathering up your thoughts, for some odd reason, you feel nervous about going out after so long! It feels nerve-wracking to face the world, after your whole world left. The dim lights around the house create a nostalgic feeling, making you thrift away...not for long, as Akami arrives, ringing on the bell!

Walking towards the door, you feel the nervousness, once wanting to possess your body, slowly leaving, as Akami covers her mouth looking you up and down.

  "You look so freaking good [name]!!!" She gasps, admiring every inch of your body. As long as she can remember, Akami never saw you so dressed up.

  "Thank...thank you so much dear! You look amazing as well" You stutter, feeling sort of embarrassed. Akami always knew how to calm you down, whether was shoving strawberry daiquiris down your throat or hyping you up. You couldn't have asked for a better best friend.

  "Oh this little number? It's just an old thing I had in my closet!" She twirled, making you almost die laughing. At this point, your anxiety was long gone, thanks to her unique sense of humor.

  "Well, we don't want that little number to go to waste! Let's get going?" You grabbed your small clutch, double-checking if all your essentials were inside: wallet, house keys, lipstick and your phone.

  Before heading out, you and Akami gave one last glance in the mirror, taking some pics to remember the moment in a near future. Both of you smiled, satisfied with how hot you girls looked. As you open the front door, a familiar night breeze greats you. Akami follows the lead to her fuchsia car, opening it right away and signing for you to enter. Your night was just getting started...

You and Akami, walking through the busy streets of Shibuya, both of you filled with excitement and anticipation for your night out. Different music playing every direction you turn to, just loud enough to sing along without being heard. The air is warm, because of the amount of people that start gathering around the both of you, rushing into the nightclubs. The breeze, flowing through pleasantly, makes your hair look a bit tousled.

  You notice Akami is scrolling through her phone, checking out the latest updates and making sure you girls have the details of the best venues.

  "I heard this new place has the best rooftop view in the city." She says, gazing up at this colorful building. This nightclub was illuminated with vibrant neon lights that danced and pulsated in sync with the beat of the music emanating from within.

  Both of you share an excited glance, your faces glowing with anticipation and the reflected colors from the lights. Above you, the starry sky almost seems to be part of the nightclub, adding a touch of magic.

  "Wow! We need to go there Akami, let's go!" Your excitement made your friend smile, it was like seeing a little girl inside a plush store after being told she can get whatever she wants! It was like something clicked for you and that was noticeable as Akami felt her arm being intertwined with yours.

  You girls get close to the building and the intensity of the music, as well as the volume, goes up. At this point, it's getting difficult for you to listen to anything Akami tells you. The bass from the music makes the walls shake, creating a palpable energy in the air. The line is long, but that doesn't seem to discourage your spirits.

You girls finally step inside, the vibrant lights, pulsating beats, and packed dance floor greet you. You squeeze each other's hands, your eyes wide with expectation, ready to dive into an unforgettable night of dancing and fun.

  The bar area was full of people, you could see some girls flirting with guys to get them to pay for their drinks. All of them dressed up to the nines, their dresses reflecting the club's neon lights, making them the center of attention. Bartenders dancing at the same time as they're pouring the requested drinks in the respective glasses, hyping each other up while some of them perform tricks with bottles and cocktail shakers.

  After dancing for a while, you two headed to the bar, ordering your favorite drinks. Akami was thirsty for a classic negroni, while you chose a daiquiri. She lead the way to a cozy spot near the dance floor where you could see the DJ and feel the energy of the crowd.

The night was off to a perfect start. The vibe was right, people were dancing and you two were gossiping about college classmates. The world was yours, oblivious to the time passing by.

Just as you were about to order another round of drinks for the both of you, Akami noticed security guard in front of the elevator leading to the highest point of the building. You girls couldn't wait to see the city from such an iconic standpoint. As you get close to the elevator door, the security guard gets in front of both of you, blocking the passage.

  "The usage of this elevator is destined to VIP patrons only." He crosses his arms, looking twice as buff. Akami looks at the guard up and up, gathering some information about him, as a way to bribe your way into the elevator.

"Oh! Come on! I can see you're a pretty reasonable man, two more women up there won't make a difference!" Her arm slides from his shoulder down to his bicep, squeezing it a little bit. He frowns, pushing his glasses up with the help of his index finger.

  "Doll, you can't seduce your way up there. I told you how it is, now go!" The sad expression from both Akami and you seemed to soften up the security guard, who removed the rope stationed in front of the elevator. A glimpse of hope plastered of both of your faces.

"Go on...it's their fault they hired a softie for a security guard either way." Akami doesn't resist to glue her mouth to his cheek, holding your hand right away, guiding you towards the elevator. Excitement fills both your bodies and as you reach the top, you notice a difference type of music, much more refined...matching of the type of clients the highest point of the building hosts.

  As the elevator door opens, the ambience feels much more professional and lighter. In the distance, you and Akami, see a group of women opening bottles of champagne, sitting on the laps of seemingly powerful men. You feel yourself freeze, you hand becoming automatically frozen.

  "[name]?? What happened? Are you feeling ok?" Akami's worried tone wakes you up from whatever is happening, your gaze looking at a distance still caughts her attention. She follows the direction you're looking at, freezing as well. The sight completely shocked both of you, seeing your ex-husband, Kenji Sato, entertaining advances from women, letting them sit on his lap...it was something you thought you'd never see.

  You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, but you blinked them away, unwilling to let your emotions get the best of you in such a public setting. You forced a smile, but it didn't reach your eyes, as they didn't match with the forced smile leaving your lips.

  "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just...seeing him like that. Looks like he moved on really quick." The shock Akami was feeling became rage, almost disgust. She had never seen Kenji have such a cocky and "player" attitude, he was always a gentleman. That was shocking to see, for both of you girls.

  "We can leave, if you want!" You look at Akami, pouting your lips. You were feeling conflicted as one part of you was screaming for you to get out of there and the other one was trying to calm down and see some sort of positive side.

  Checking your phone and saw that it was 1:30 a.m. The bright screen contrasted with the dim, flashing lights of the nightclub, making you squint for a moment. It was time to call it a night. As much as you were enjoying your night out, the "homebody" in you was begging to come out, and after what you saw...it was definitely time to get going.

  "I can call an Uber, you can stay if you want Akami, I don't want to ruin your night." She lifts an eyebrow, showing to you how ridiculous that idea was. No way she was going to let you get home all by yourself.

  "Of course not!! I'll get you home, let's go." You smile, reminding yourself how lucky you were by having such an amazing friend. As you walked into the elevator, a shout came from behind, too late for you to stop and see. But that voice, hiw could you not be able to recognize that voice...

"[NAME]...WAIT!" The elevator doors close. Akami looks at you, as if she's asking you mentally if you want to wait up for him. You deny, giving her the confirmation she needs to get you out that nightclub. Both of you, walking up to her fuchsia car, look back at the night and despite what happened, you smile at each other...remembering how much you danced and drinked.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" She asks, reassuring her support towards you.

  "Thank you so much, but my couch is calling me...reality shows look promising right now." Your soft giggle makes Akemi giggle as well. You girls hug, say your goodbyes, sharing supportive words between each other.

  You entered your dimly lit house, the weight of the night pressing down on your shoulders. Your high heels clicked softly on the light wooden floor as you put your clutch on top of the kitchen counter. You glanced in the mirror in the middle of the corridor, your makeup slightly smudged and your eyes showing off a mix of fatigue, lingering frustration and sadness.

  Seeing Kenji with those girls at the club, so carefree, laughing and flirting as if your past together never existed. You somewhat managed to keep your composure in front of Akami, masking your emotions with a forced smile, but now, alone in your house, the facade crumbled.

  You melted into the couch, both your thoughts and heart racing. The sight of Kenji with all those girls had stirred a lot of emotions—anger, hurt, a touch of jealousy—you couldn't deny you still loved him.

  Needing a distraction, you went over to Netflix, the familiar chaos of a trashy reality show filling the room. Heading to the kitchen, you grab a bag of chips and some candy, returning to couch, and making yourself comfortable. The bright, artificial lights and over-the-top drama provided the perfect escape. You crunched away as the contestants bickered and had some arguments.

  A knock on the door scared you. Looking at the clock, you noted it was well past 2 a.m. You thought it could be Akami, dropping by unannounced, for a surprise sleepover. Without a second thought, you got up and swung the door open.

  But instead of your friend's familiar face, there stood your ex-husband, Kenji Sato. His presence was a total surprise for you, he was the last person you thought would show up, especially at that time of the night. You blinked in surprise, the shock momentarily stealing your ability to formulate a sentence. His expression was a mix of regret and somewhat unreadable, a look you hadn’t seen in a long time.

  "Ken...Kenji? What are you doing here?" Your stuttered speech showed how surprised you were. Not being able to form a sentence, your mind was empty, almost frozen.

  "You need to hear what I have to say! Please." His apologetic voice felt like a million needles stabbing into your body. For some reason, you could tell he was regretting what he did.

  "Well...Come in, don't stand there in the cold." Your voice sounded inviting, you moved your body, giving Kenji a way for him to enter the house. Your reaction made him feel immediately much better. By accepting to hear what he had to say, it meant acceptance and understanding, your love languages.

  As you close the door in front of you, Kenji can't help to admire your body and how beautiful you looked wearing that dress and those heels. As you turned around, you encounter a Kenji Sato, some inches of distance from you, involuntarily pinning you against the front door.

  "Kenji? Are you okay?" Your heart was racing, that was noticeable by the shaking waves of your voice. The proximity of Kenji's body, his cologne still familiar to your nose, filled you with a rush of conflicting emotions.

  "I'm sorry for what I did, I miss you so much." His scent was filling up your nose, making you crazy. As the dim light hit his eyes, you could see the desire filling them up.

  Your breath quickened, a mixture of nerves and flickering in your eyes. You clench your fists at your sides, trying to muster the strength to have an attitude.

  "What do you want?" You sound demanding,  your voice steady despite the turmoil inside your body.

  "Do you honestly think I enjoy hurting you? Hurting you, hurts me as well." You pause, processing the weight of Kenji's words. You feel your expression shift from demand to vulnerability, revealing a mix of confusion and sorrow. You feel sincerity in his words.

  Your hands, almost like a spell, are guided to his face, embracing it in between yours and forcing eye contact. Your teary eyes meet his teary eyes, so many emotions travel unannounced, rushing through each other's bodies. You feel unable to say anything, decide it's best to answer with something different than a sentence.

You gently cradle Kenji's face in between your hands, fingertips softly brushing his cheeks. Your eyes meet, a moment of quiet connection before you lean in. Your lips meet his softly, the kiss tender and lingering. It's a sweet, intimate moment, filled with warmth as both of you savor the softness of each other's lips, your thumbs gently stroking Kenji's skin. The world fades away for the both of you.

  "I missed you so much...you have no idea how much" Kenji mutters between the kiss, smiling and placing his hands on top of yours, stroking gentle circles on top of your hands.

  "You make me feel all kinds of ways, I can't get enough of you" As you say this, he picks you up, holding onto your butt, making you blush.

  "Can't stop thinking about you, kissing you, touching you...I need it...I need it desperately." Your heavy breathing, fast heartbeat and flushed cheeks show Kenji how are you're feeling about the situation. Your hands, wrapped up his neck make him feel deeper in love and your legs, wrapped around his waist, making any space between you, as small as possible.

  "I want you...and only you, make me moan your name for the night Kenji...please!" Your request sounded needy, almost desperate. Kenji smiles, walking through the corridor, holding you carefully and leaving a trail of kisses from your cheeks down to your neck.

  Reaching the bedroom, Kenji gently nudges the door open with his foot, the hinges giving a soft creak. The room is warmly lit, the glow from a bedside lamp. Kenji steps inside, the plush carpet muffling the footsteps. Carefully, he lays you down on the neatly made bed, smoothing a stray hair from your face. The room is peaceful, with a light breeze drifting in through an open window, rustling the curtains. He pauses for a moment, looking down at you with a caring expression. He places each one of his hands on each side of your shoulders as you bring him closer by pulling on his gold chain with your index finger. The warm glow from your bedside lamp reflects on your eyes, revealing some gold flakes in your gaze.

  "You look so mesmerizing underneath me, it's a sight from heaven."

  Kenji sees your cheeks become a dusted shade of red as he compliments the position you're in. He went crazy imagining everything you guys used to do when you were married, despite the distance throughout the years, he always felt immensely attracted to you and your character.

  "Can I please undress you? I want to see you in your most natural state" You nod positively at the question, giving your full consent to Kenji.

  With a gentle and attentive touch, Kenji begins to remove your dress, his movements, careful and deliberate. He unclasps the fastenings, sliding the fabric down your shoulders. The dress glides smoothly down, pooling softly on top of the carpet. He takes care not to disturb your serene expression, his actions filled with a tender intention. The room remains quiet, the only sound being the faint rustle of fabric and the steady rhythm of both of your breathing. Your perky nipples, previously stimulated by the soft fabric of the black dress you had worn during the night, caught Kenji's attention making him smile as he notices how sensitive your body is when stimulated.

  "I will show you how much I praise your body and your mind." Kenji whispers, voice full of desire, gluing his lips to your neck, making sure the entire surface is given the deserved attention. You intertwine your fingers through his jet black hair, feeling a heatwave hit you between your legs.

  "You...you make...my love grow deeper each minute." Your whimpers come out soft and weak, mentally you're counting the kisses Kenji is distributing throughout your neck and breasts. You feel your hole pulsating with intense heat, all the care and attention from Kenji was driving you crazy.

  "Let those cute moans flow from that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart." He circles around your nipples, one at a time, pushing at each of them softly, what made you squirm underneath him. He shivered at the sight of you moaning his name, it had been so long he didn't hear those amazing sounds come out your mouth.

  "I...I need you...Oh my God..." You face other direction, pressing your lips together and biting your bottom one right away. Your nipples, now more sensitive than ever, seem to be pulsating with each interaction Kenji has with them.

  The warmth of the bedroom paired with the increasing warmth of your body was driving you wild, Kenji knew how sensitive you were to all the stimulation and foreplay. He loved to see you squirm and purr in pleasure as you begged to have him inside you.

  "You feel good, don't you? Don't worry! You will have me, soon...be patient, doll." Kenji's hand travels from your tummy to the silky fabric covering your vulva, pushing your panties aside you gasp feeling his fingers in contact with your pulsating clitoris. Your first instinct is to hold Kenji's wrist, guided by desire. You're starting to feel drunk by all the arousal, it's undeniable.

"Wow...look how ready you are for me...you're such a naughty little girl, aren't you!" His voice melts in your ears like honey, Kenji's deep husky voice makes you tremble, it's inevitable to feel that horny.

  "I...I want you to...to pour all your love...on me..." Your request made Kenji smile from ear to ear, it was just what he needed, better than a "yes" when asking for consent. Having the woman of his life, practically begging him to have her was too much for Kenji. He needed you, and he needed you now.

  "I'm such a sucker for you, my love." Kenji gets up, positioned in between your legs, as you're waiting for Kenji to start filling your body with immense pleasure.

  As Kenji unbelts his jeans, you notice a huge volume on his pants, making it noticeable he was just as ready as you. You still remembered how his cock looked like and how big it was, but after so much time without having sex, you were scared it would hurt, like a first time would.

The pants, now down to his knees, were quickly removed, being tossed to a forgotten corner of the bedroom. Kenji's bulge left you frightened and speechless, you could swear you saw his cock pulsate underneath his boxers! When he removed his boxers, your face could not demonstrate more shock than it did! Kenji's deep laugh woke you up to reality.

  "We'll take it slow, baby girl! I don't want to hurt you." You nodded, looking at Kenji's face. You sat on the bed and as he came closer, you'd change your sight between Kenji and his member, gulping in utter disbelief.

  Kenji stopped in front of you, his dick inches away from your face. He was enjoying seeing your surprised expression, smiling at every gulp you'd do. Kenji puts his fingers on your chin, making you lift your head to face him, you looked so cute and small when looking up to meet his eyes.

As a reflex, you opened your mouth putting your tongue out, while your hands started caressing the entire extension of his erect penis. Kenji grunts, biting his lip and closing his eyes, feeling your soft hands touch his dick. You can't help but to lick the tip, covered in precum because of the sensual foreplay that happened before. You're determined to put his cock in your mouth, and slowly, as you're holding onto his thighs for some stability, you start pushing your mouth against his veiny dick, feeling your eyes get teary eyed as you feel like his member is about to rip your mouth from ear to ear.

  "Fu...fuck..look at my pretty girl...taking me so well...Oh God..." As you get the hang of it, you're feeling much more confident about what you're doing. Kenji puts your hair into a ponytail, giving him some way to control you if he desires to.

  "Let me look at you while I'm taking over that pretty mouth of yours...Mhmm...you're...so good..." His praises only motivate you to keep going, you wouldn't stop until he came in your mouth or whenever he wanted. As you're sucking him off, you can't resist to start masturbating yourself, all that heat is going to be the death of you. It's not until he hears you moan while sucking him off that he realizes that you're pleasuring yourself, and that makes him go feral.

  Kenji faces the ceiling, his lips parted slightly show you he's going to climax at any point, announced or unannounced. He starts moving his hips against you, making you feel his cock go deeper in your throat, forcing you to gag a few times.

  "Don't stop. Oh...Oh God...Whatever you do, please I beg you, don't stop." Kenji requested and you obeyed, wishing for his orgasm to fill your mouth.

His climax was intense, without warning. It filled your mouth so much your cheeks looked like the ones of a chipmunk when it's collecting nuts...well...you could consider yourself a chipmunk collecting all of Kenji's nuts.

  "Swallow, baby! Good girl, you look so hot with my cum in your mouth." You did as being told, smiling satisfied right after.

In a rapid move, Kenji makes you stand up while still holding your hair in a ponytail, giving you a passionate kiss. You were loving every second of this, the kiss was passionate but needy, oh so needy, making you grasp for hair a few times.

  When you noticed, both of you were on the bed, Kenji was on top getting an assertive position between your legs. The warmth coming out from your cunt felt almost felt palpable, it was touch deprived and needed attention immediately.

  "Would you look at that...this pussy of yours wants some attention." As Kenji is positioned in between your legs, he starts rubbing his cock on your slit, rubbing the tip on your clit a few times, making your purr.

  "Please...I beg of you...Kenji please..." You say in between cries and moans, making him smirk as he sees the affect he has on you.

  "Shhh...you're so impatient" He says, laying a gentle kiss on your lips — "It'll only hurt for a minute...I promise, baby" — As he pushes his cock, inch by inch inside you, you can't help to strongly close your eyes and let out a loud scream, a surprised one. You felt overwhelmed as your eyes were getting filled with involuntary tears. Kenji's first instinct when seeing you, was to hold hands, intertwining your fingers to show you he was there for you.

  "Shh...it's almost in...bear with it a little longer...so proud of you, love" He said, in between caring kisses, Kenji could see you were struggling a little bit taking his cock but you were doing so well, he was so proud of his pretty girl.

As his manhood was all inside, and his delicate movements, all the pain you felt would eventually turn into pleasure.

  "Jiji...You...feel so good...inside me." With the help of your hips, moving in circles, and Kenji's soft hip thrusts, you and Kenji were in perfect  unison. Your moans, mixed with his created the most beautiful melody, a melody the two of you would never forget.

  "You're doing so good, doll face...look at you...taking me so well..." While one of Kenji's hands remains holding your hand, he decides to hold your face with his other hand, sliding his thumb inside your mouth. The vibrations of your moans are now kept for his thumb to feel. Your hair, all messed up and your teary eyes, now dried, are a sight he would no longer live without.

  "I've never seen someone this breathtakingly beautiful before...I love the sounds leaving your mouth..." Kenji was going into a frenzy, you opened your mouth sticking your tongue out as his thumb remained on top of your tongue. The eye contact between you two was unbelievable, almost animalistic. You were concentrated on Kenji until something else make you lose focus. He had hit your g-spot, making you salivate and let out and uncontrollable loud stutter.

  "OH my God, do that again..please Jiji..please do that again" You sounded desperate, like a cat in heat. As he tried to find out what your request was, he continued moving, hitting your g-spot three times in a row, in between strokes, making you arch your back and firmly hold his hand.

  "Mhmm...oh..oh my God...that feels...so good." You roll your eyes, biting your lip as hard as you can. Whatever Kenji was doing, he was doing it right, and best of all, he was seeing as you looked at him, pupils dilating...your eyes were almost turning you into a predator, the way they were full of an intense gazing. Kenji was mesmerized.

  "You like this, hm...?" You nod, at this point your ears are buzzing and you can swear your heart is beating as fast as some F1 race cars. As Kenji is hitting your sensitive point, you feel your pussy tighten around his cock, making him lower his voice and smirk.

"I'm gonna...I'm..gonna come...please, don't stop, Jiji..please." You pull him closer by his chain, kissing him passionately. Your nails, digging on his back make Kenji cuss in the middle of the kiss.

  "Come for me...be a good girl and come for me, my love." Your hip thrusting against Kenji only makes him feel his climax arriving as well — "Fuck...I'm gonna come as well baby..." — he muttered, out of breath, as you increased the hip thrusting movements, desperate to come.

  "Let's come together, Kenji." You held his hand, kissing it, before intertwining your fingers. Your pussy for hungry for Kenji's manhood and his cock was hungry for your cunt. You guys weren't going to be able to hold it for much longer.

  "Inside or outside, doll?" He was almost reaching his orgasm, he needed your consent before he did something you weren't comfortable with.

  "Pleeease...come inside me Jiji..please.." Your broken voice was low, had a sexier tone to it.

  In a moment of shared intimacy and desire, you and Kenji end up sharing an profound connection as both of your bodies synchronize in rhythm and pleasure. As you guys approach the climax, your breathing becomes more rapid and irregular, and Kenji's muscles tense in anticipation. The sensation builds, waves of uncontrollably strong pleasure radiating through each other's bodies, culminating in a peak of intense, mutual release.

Kenji's release mixed with yours, leaves your womanhood extremely satisfied.

  "You are perfect, pretty girl. I love you." His warm embrace was everything you needed to fall soundly and peacefully asleep on his arms, mumbling how much you loved him back and how amazing it was...truly an unforgettable experience for both of you.

[vinceaddams]

Top Five: thrift/secondhand/opshop finds?

Ooh, that's a good one! I have so many cool thrifted things. There's a big Value Village about a 20 minute walk from work, and I try to go there at least a couple times a month. 'Tis one of my few non-essential indulgences, and oh how I wish I had more room to store fabric and put cool decor in! (All the prices I'm saying are in Canadian dollars.)

1. Wool fabric! This is multiple finds, but I'm lumping them all into one. I think they're all 100% wool, and if any are blends it's still mostly wool. The burn tests results were all very wool-like. All of them are from Value Village except the navy blue in the middle, which was from a small hospice thrift store. That one was $4 for 6 metres!!

The bright teal on top is stretch knit, and I think it's merino. I'm thinking I'll make Regency inspired long underwear with it. The plaid is really long and narrow, and I think it's handwoven? The visible edge there is the full width, and there's probably enough for 3 waistcoats.

The beige and fuchsia will probably - wait, is that how you spell fuchsia?? Weird. It looks wrong. I always thought it was fuschia, but spellcheck is underlining it in red. Anyways, the beige and fuchsia will probably end up being overdyed. The one with the little woven diamond pattern is going to be a waistcoat, because the brown wool one I wear everyday right now really doesn't fit me anymore. (I'm going to make a youtube video of that project. Haven't started it yet, but I really need to!)

I have had a couple of deceptive fabrics that I thought might be wool at the store, but turned out to not be. Usually I'm pretty good at telling from touch though. Wool is so expensive to buy new, so finding any amount of yardage secondhand is pretty exciting.

2. This wonderful candelabra. It's solid brass and was $4. It's a modern reproduction, but very similar to some mid 18th century styles, and I love it. I've found some other nice candleholders there, but this is by far my favourite. Look at that elegantly curving S shape!

This picture is from before I cleaned it with some Twinkle copper & brass cleaner, and it's shinier now and has two beeswax candles in it.

(The next time I had alcohol after this I got really excited about my shiny candelabra, and went on the hardware store website and left a very positive review for the brass cleaner, because it honestly impressed me.)

3. Full length vintage mink coat for less than 20 bucks. It was marked as 21, but I had a coupon, so it came to $19.50. I think the reason it was cheaper than usual is because of the huge faded patch on the side.

It looks like there's sunlight hitting it, but there isn't, it's nighttime, that's just fading. I think it must have hung next to a window for quite a while. Other than that it's in pretty good condition, save for a tiny bit of stitching coming undone in the lining. I mean to eventually use it as the lining for a mid 18th century fur lined coat! The very dark brown one on the closet door behind me is a similar coat from the same thrift store, and it was $35, which is still an absolute steal for so much lovely fur. It's got a bit of moth damage at the hem, but is otherwise good.

4. Someone's really good button stash.

This was spread out over 4 bags, but definitely all came from the same old person. There was such a high percentage of Good Stuff in there, I was astounded!

Usually you look at the bags of buttons and maybe see a few mother of pearl and some nice metal ones, and have to decide if it's worth buying the whole bag just to fish out the good ones (and re-donate the rest because I already have more than enough plastic buttons that I rarely use). But for these ones the good stuff was half the bag!!

Dozens of Victorian glass ones, including a matched set of 15, and even more mother of pearl! And see the little ones in the lower right corner? They're from button boots!

Absolutely incredible day, I love to hoard beautiful buttons like a dragon!

5. Silver plated sugar bowl from 1880.

This was $6, and I almost left it there, but ended up getting it because the handles looked cool. "They look rather Art Nouveau" I thought, "perhaps it's from the 1900's". But nope! (I do not know things about historical dish styles) When I got home and looked at it properly I realized it has a personalized inscription:

"Le to Min Oct. 25th 1880"

Who were these people?? I wish I knew, but alas, sugar bowls can't talk. There are numbers scratched into the bottom and the inside of the lid, so I think it was pawned at some point.

The above picture is from when I was polishing it, and it turns out a fair amount of the plating has worn off, which is why the bits around the designs are so dark. Someday it would be nice to look into getting it re-plated, but I can't be spending money on that sort of thing right now.

I've gotten quite a few silver plated dishes from there (which I use to keep sewing stuff organized on my table) but this is almost certainly the oldest one.

It's hard to narrow it down, there are so many! My shiny blue carnival glass candy dish (which I use for candy) and the smaller one (which I keep my cufflinks in). My beautiful blue ship plate. (I actually have a pretty big stack of plates now. I always look at the collectibles, but most of them are unappealing, I just go for the monochrome transferware, which doesn't turn up super often.) That nice big piece of ikat that I fixed the fringe on and now have as a table cloth on my nightstand. The little brass medallion with Charles Goodyear embossed on it. The late Victorian fashion plate of two ladies, who had unfortunately been cut out and glued to velvet, which I sent to @marzipanandminutiae. The leather scraps, the fur collar, the multiple wool felt hats I want to re-block, the huge cone of olive green thread that turned out to be 100% silk...

I also usually grab embroidery floss when I see it, because the price of new skeins has gone up a ridiculous amount, and you can get a nice collection of it for a tiny fraction of the cost (as long as you use it for stuff where you won't need to match more of a specific colour). It's great to share with friends who do embroidery too! I gave a huge bag to @leegoguen when I went to visit them last weekend.

I don't always find interesting things there, but the chances of finding something good increase the more often you go! For every nice bit of wool there's like 100 pieces of scratchy garbage, but the nice wool does come along eventually if you fondle enough fabric.

[your-nanas-house]

The 'Diary' (Chapter 6 'His student')

Pairing: dark professor!Jeremiah Valeska X student!Reader

Warnings: stalking, diary, studying, compliments, dark Miah

Words: 710

Summary: Jeremiah keeps thinking at the diary he saw.

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This is chapter 5 of teh series 'His student'. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

'Diary' was the word stuck in Jeremiah's head as he stared blankly at his student during one of his lessons, they had not yet started and there were still a few minutes to wait, students were slowly coming in filling the room they were in that moment.

If anyone had stopped to look at Jeremiah from the outside they would have thought he had fallen asleep with his eyes open but his brain was everything but not asleep, random words were popping up at random all linked together to make him understand and solve the dilemma that was keeping him from sleeping at night at that moment.

pink diary elegant writing fuchsia colors stars dentist appointment Romeo and Juliet book to read   

The words kept coming out all as if tied by a purple strand that now found itself where there was Y/n to follow her silhouette as she sat and bent over the desk slightly drawing something quickly, the words moved slowly speeding now toward Maddie who was also sitting in the classroom, Jeremiah's hazel eyes kept following them and observing it all trying to understand, switching shortly after to a different method.

Studying the style of both of them and the notebooks or things they carried in their bags for class, Y/n had a notebook in front of her on where she was drawing, it was light pink but it didn't look like the same one he saw the night he stole that kiss, her bag was made of fabric and on it was printed a very famous painting by Vincent Van Gogh... 'The Starry Night', inside you could only see a white laptop decorated by her, there were books and notebooks in pastel colors so light and calmer than that bright color of the diary he had seen, the pen holder she carried was shaped like an elongated pig, a bit childish but cute.

In contrast to her Maddie had a branded backpack and handbag, in the backpack was a more sober laptop but still decorated in a completely different style, her notebooks were brightly colored and all tending to pink or light blue and white, the pen holder she had was branded and matched the dress she had worn that day, there was no trace of the diary though even though something fuchsia peeked out slightly from her bag but Jeremiah did not have time to study it better because the girl's suspicious gaze shifted to him and stayed there for a few seconds.

Jeremiah was swimming in the high water and so was Maddie, the only difference was that Jeremiah could swim she could not or so the man viewed it.

His eyes jumped back to Y/n, he approached slowly, observing the drawing from behind her before resting his hand on her shoulder leaning over, hinting at a smile when he saw her jerk up and look at him quickly with her y/e/c eyes "sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.... last Friday night-" he paused hoping she understood and she did luckily because he saw the blush appear on her face as she nodded smiling apologetically and embarrassed "yes, I'm better, always knew that going to a party would lead to that" she giggled feeling better when Jeremiah snorted amused along with her making her feel less embarrassed " thank you by the way" there was only a nod of his head as an answer from his teacher who smiled impressed "you draw good...is this your diary?" Y/n nodded quickly blushing more at the compliment "yes" she closed it showing him the cover before reopening it to the page she was on to continue the drawing she was doing "nice" commented Jeremiah before smiling as he heard a small "thank you" come from Y/n's lips while returning to his desk and putting the dots together, the diary was not Y/n's but Maddie's; he had to hold back a dark smirk as he thought to himself that the fate wanted Maddie out of the way just as much as he did, he just had to figure out how to succeed in stealing it to use it against her.

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INTERLUDE 1: ENEMY

Almost a sweep into service as both the Head Admin of the Reichenbach and the Imperial Consort to the Empress, Eridan could say he was living a better life. Ostensibly, he was respected, he was well known, his status was elevated, and he was the jewel of the Empress's eye. He played poker with the Helmsman, another close confidant, and life was good.

(Ignoring the haunting images of those he'd abandoned who had abandoned him in the corner of his eyes. Ignoring the accusations, the screaming the voices he sometimes heard. Ignoring the way his mind couldn't reconcile things, sometimes. That was what the alcohol was for. Especially when his Mistress offered them. Something about her drinks took the edge off in a way he craved after a while.)

So what if there were days he couldn't remember? So what if there were appointments that he'd never scheduled that called his attention? He was fine. He could adjust.

(they kept looking at him there was something in those gazes that grated at him that dredged and pulled and ripped at his thoracic cavity, carving it and leaving it wholly empty)

"Oi, Amps," Eridan heard over the intercom. He blinked, bleary-eyed, and looked up, glancing over the screen and the jumble of numbers that refused to make sense. What was he even looking at? He couldn't remember. The anxiety crawled over his skin, twisting into his sinew and prying it apart. "Aaaaamps. Ampy Ampora Ampo??"

"Admin Ampora," he grunted in response, pinching his nose. "What the hell do you want now, Shakes?"

"Cap'n's been trying to page you for like, half an hour. You good, home skillay?"

"I'm. Fine. I'll be there in a bit. Absorbed in work, muted th' comms." He didn't remember muting his comms, but he probably did. Just another thing he couldn't rely on himself for.

(You're jus' a li'l failure, guppy. The bottom dredges of the barrel. But don't worry, we can fix you up, doll you all good an' prawnper.)

He shook his head. He scrubbed his filed down claws through his hair, missing the brief edge of them, before pulling himself out of his chair and giving himself a cursory overview in the mirror.

(Not good enough.)

He sneered at the reflection, the punched in eyes, the bloodshot gaze, the flush to his face...  It wasn't good enough. None of this was. Not for Her. Not for him, either. He glanced away after straightening up his uniform, grabbing his cape and throwing it over his shoulders. He rubbed at the fuchsia fabric, thinking of Her, because it was the only way to compose himself, to straighten his back.

Shut it off. Turn it off. Shut down until you're the troll they need you to be.

He fixed his gaze, firm and steady, gaze lidded as he stepped out the door. The first thing he did after locking the shit down, of course, was take a shot from his flask. Newly filled for the day, he'd fucking need it. They were supposed to dock again with the HBC Condescension soon enough, and he’d be able to pull himself together again.

None of the old mattered. It didn’t matter, it didn’t matter, it didn’t fucking matter.

He blinked and looked around, realizing that he was on the bridge. He stood straighter as Captain Nekara approached, proffering a salute. It was still a bit jarring for her to return the gesture, but a single glimpse at the fuchsia on his uniform and he remembered that it was what was demanded by his presence now. Even though his position was less than hers, his status was greater. He was greater.

that should make him feel better why didn’t it make him feel better

The older seadweller didn’t look a night changed from when he’d first arrived as a yellowbelly recruit, not a hair out of place as it fanned around her face before loosely pulling back into the ponytail she regularly wore, horns twisting behind her head. Her uniform was decorated handsomely, metals demanding respect and deference. Nekara offered him a weary smile, something about the way her eyes squinted demanding his attention but he couldn’t focus on it. “Admin. I trust things are running optimally today?”

“Requisitioned th’ replacement parts for the antimatters, cap’n, we’ll have ‘em after our next mission as necessary,” he replied smoothly. “Th’ maintenance reports from th’ engineers indicated it’d be th’ optimal timin’ for th’ order window so t’avoid downtime. I was inclined to agree.”

“Trust Bricks to be ten steps ahead,” she remarked softly, fondness in her eyes. He frowned at that. She was attached to her head personnel, clearly, especially considering Fucking Shakes of all things. But Eridan knew better. Attachments give more reason for people to betray you. Hold them at arm's length. “From what I heard from Shakes, your contact had another update?”

Eridan’s jaw clicked as he tightened it again. “Affirmative, cap’n.”

Her eyes squinted as her smile grew tighter. It made Eridan want to vomit. “You can call me Nekara, Admin,” she said, “you know that. You’re one of my head officers. Bricks does it. Spoons does it. Myramy does it. Icrusa does it. You don’t...”

“There’s no need, cap’n,” he replied stiffly. “Is that all?”

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh. “No, that’s not all. The details for tonight’s mission. I wanted to debrief with you—”

“I read th’ briefing about it,” he cut in.

She looked at him, confused. “That briefing was classified.”

“My clearance is higher.”

Her eyes once again lingered down, tracing the cape with an incredibly worried, anxious indiscernible glance. “...of course. That was my mistake in forgetting, Admin.”

“Hostile territory,” he mused as he glanced over to the viewing panes. The vastness of space stretched out into eternity, stars twinkling amidst the inky blackness as though it were waiting for the perfect opportunity to swallow him whole.

“Very much so,” Nekara said softly. Her sharpened claws trailed over the railing and his eyes glimpsed the rings on her fingers as she gripped onto the railing. Three quadrant rings. Redrom, left ring, bronze with Shakes’s incisor set with some brown gems. Far more expensive than what a bronzeblood could typically afford. Blackrom, right ring, with citrines around a tooth he recognized off of Spoons, the head Helming Tech. Left thumb, green, Bricks.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. It was more information to hold onto.

“The Mefaeians have been inching into Syfora, and sure we have the accord with them but Syfora’s a dead space,” Nekara continued. “They’ll be wanting to get a leg up on us.”

“Let ‘em get a fine taste of our fuckin’ proton cannons,” Eridan grunted in annoyance, fingers dancing over his breast pocket where his flask was hidden. He pulled it out and took a long drink from it, ignoring the way that Nekara needled him with worried eyes her gaze.

“I suppose,” she said, “but I would rather avoid the confrontation altogether. The last thing we need is more maintenance to deal with and those proton cannons are expensive.”

“Already told the uppity fuckers down in ballistics to get from another damn supplier,” Eridan grunted in annoyance. Nekara laughed.

“Unagri lives and dies by the Prizaron supplier,” she mused.

Eridan’s fin flicked, jangling the earrings with his irritation at the mention of the head of the ballistics department. “Overpriced pieces’a shit’s more like it. They jus’ like ‘em ‘cause they’re shiny.”

“Why don’t you come to the dinner party after the mission, Admin?”

The invitation twisted uncomfortably under his skin. “Gonna think about it.”

That was enough to lighten some of the burden off of her shoulders, apparently. “Thank you. Well, I’ll leave you to it, Head Admin. Been a long time since I’ve had a good one, so keep up the excellent work.”

The praise felt a little more hollow than it used to, before he learned what praise felt like from the ruler of their whole world. But he accepted it nonetheless. “Thank you. By your leave.” And with a curt spin on his heel, he departed, off to start his midnight rotation.

—

The mission was simple on paper. Dip into the Syforan galaxy, retrieve the intel from the now derelict vessel so it did not fall into the wrong hands, and dip out.

A simple recon and retrieval.

The fact that it was Syfora, the Deadlands, was exactly the part of the mission where it all fell apart. It was that one simple detail that turned the mission into an ungodly fucking nightmare.

Eridan was checking up on the docking bay when the vessel first rocked. “...retrieval team, status?” Eridan said into the comms. There was a beat of silence. “Repeat: retrieval team, status?”

There was another almost damning pause. Finally, the comms crackled to life. “No bead on the retrieval team's signals, Amps,” Shakes said.

“Captain! Admin Ampora! Their signal’s gone!” said a new voice on the comms. Eridan checked his tablet, seeing the head of communications, Heisar, on the line.

“Send an emergency probe in!” Nekara demanded insistently. “Bricks and Spoons went with them! Get that damn probe in!”

“Cap’n,” Eridan began.

“Save it! I’m the captain, I’m making the call!”

Eridan boiled at being silenced. “Cap’n—”

“Not another word, Ampora, or I’ll have you court-martialed!”

That cracked something in him. If she didn’t want to listen to him? Then fine. He stayed silent as Nekara kept pressing into Heisar, urging a signal to be sent. He looked around the bay, hissing through his teeth as he tried to take stock of what ships they had.

“We got a response!” Heisar immediately announced.

“See? It wasn’t—”

The message played, and Eridan felt a sinking feeling as he realized she’d done exactly what he was trying to be tactful about. The ship’s automatic translator began to sift through the extensive buzzing of the Mefaeian language, converting it to the Alternian tongue.

“Seems like you really care about your folks here, Alternian! We might give ‘em back... if you got the credits for it... we’ve gotta be able to break even, after all! If the price ain’t good enough, we’ll put ‘em on the market. Syfora’s the best damn place for that! Along with this intel the ship’s got? Man, we’ll be set for life!”

“No!” Nekara shouted, and he winced as he heard the sound of a console crunching under her hand. That would be expensive to fix. “Fuck, track it! Track that signal!”

Eridan finally found what he was looking for. His lip curled up, amused.

Beautiful craftsmanship. Stealther, top of the line, kept for last resort measures. Which, based on what he was hearing over the comms, was important.

“Right, bud,” he said slowly to his tablet, “you stay riiiiight... there.” He set it down inside of the maintenance closet. He hesitated for a long second before setting down his cape on top of it, locking it up tight. Mistress would be furious if he let anything happen to it. “Good. That’s about it. Nothin’ that can track a signal back.” 

“...uhhhh, Neks,” Shakes said slowly. Eridan ignored the comms above, popping open the hatch with his credentials before tossing them aside. He didn’t need those where he was going, not with what the message had said.

Intel was already retrieved. Credentials were used. He’d make himself a liability if he had his full credentials on him.

“Not now, Riesse,” Nekara said. “Heisar, what’s your fucking timing on that?”

“Working on it, captain!” Heisar said in a cold sweat.

Eridan carefully started up the cruiser as it rumbled, making nothing more than a soft hum as he calibrated the sensors and began priming the engines.

“Neks!” Shakes yelled.

Nekara’s voice was shrill, causing a horrible bout of static to assault the ship's personnel. “NOT! NOW!”

ENGINES PRIMED. CLOAKING UNIT OPERATIONAL. CHARGE: FULL. READY TO DISEMBARK.

“Shakes,” Eridan said lowly, “open th’ dock or I’m breakin’ it. I know what ‘m doin’.”

“Ahhhhhh... FUCK. Okay. Okay! You win, Amps! I tried to tell ya, Neks!” Eridan smirked as the vacuum blast shields came down, isolating the track with the Stealther from the rest of the docks. It was abundantly clear to the other maintenance and brig workers on hand that something was up, now, and they immediately began sounding alarms as protocol demanded.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” Nekara roared.

“Hey, I fuckin’ tried to tell you, Neks, your boy’s goin’ rogue!”

With a loud snort, Eridan keyed into the comms. “Right. Killin’ comms now. See ya later, ‘m fixin’ this proper.”

He proceeded to kill the comms by punching his fist through them, resulting in the comms screeching for a moment before falling to silence. The ship shot out like a bullet, shimmering once before it vanished from sight. As the ship moved, Eridan quickly set a program he’d lifted off Psii to run on any vessel as a last resort measure, eyes scanning rapidly over its analysis.

He knew that by using the program, he’d likely ping on the Helmsman’s radar. That was only to his benefit at this time however, so he ignored the clock he was now running on and focused instead on driving onward.

The signal was triangulated, as were several signals nearby. The visuals picked up by the program showed a ship of Mefaeian heading towards one of the many planets in the Syforan galaxy, and so he adjusted his coordinates and speed after running some calculations through to try and intercept the ship.

Certainly, the Stealther was small, but it should be able to fit the rest of the retrieval squad in. He was thinking a mile a minute, adrenaline blasting away the effects of the alcohol his nerves and granting him the steely focus he needed for his absolutely batshit plan. Frankly, this was needlessly reckless, and if his Mistress knew about this she’d be furious, no doubt. It was just enough to make him want to turn back and accept the punishment he’d no doubt get at this time.

But... But there was just something. Something that made him take an extra second, something that pushed him forward. Bricks had done a lot for him. Spoons was incredibly useful for helming maintenance. They were top of their departments and they were... nice.

He ground his teeth. Attachment like this would get him killed. Turn off. Like a husktop. Emotions would do nothing but hamper him. He had to be rational. So he leaned back in the cockpit, glancing around at the equipment he had on hand. He hadn’t the foresight with him at the time to bring along Ahab’s Crosshairs, considering that he hadn’t exactly anticipated doing a sting like this. But he felt grim satisfaction as he saw the silenced pistols loaded in the ship.

Small mercies, at least. Not his weapon of choice, but usable.

He thought back to his time as Feferi’s Orphaner. He thought of the hunt for the stinging meowbeast lusii, so very long ago. They were elusive bastards, horrible insectoid feline creatures that when premature would form packs. Often they were the easiest to hunt when not wanting to deal with the issues of wigglers and grubs. Certainly, it was a grim business, but someone had to keep the imperial lusus sequestered and silent.

It was a testament to his growth that thinking about his experiences as an Orphaner pulled nothing out of him. He felt truly, wholly numb. And he smiled. Because that was an improvement. He didn’t feel a thing about then, about them, and he could do what needed to be done. So he thought of the stealth tactics, he thought of the pincer maneuvers, the divide and conquer tactics, and started trying to put together a plan.

Stealth was of the essence.

It was do or die, and he had no plans to die today.

He got his chance when the vessel pulled into a larger vessel. The maw of the ship’s dock groaned open and as the vessel with the stolen retrieval party entered in, he calibrated the landing with help from the automated landing system.

The hangar was just large enough that the Stealther could hang around until the other ship had deboarded, and then Eridan carefully evaluated what the external cams could perceive. He saw the Mefaeians, lanky lizard-like aliens with an annoying number of limbs and eyes, and he saw them dragging out the retrieval party. Bricks and Spoons looked to be roughed up, though Spoons more so than Bricks. That didn’t bode well. He spotted Yssaol, a subordinate tealblood Admin who had volunteered to go with the team for their authorization, and Traxus, one of the foot soldiers on payroll. He watched them be escorted from the dock, and cursed softly as he heard the drone on the intercom above. He couldn’t understand it, at the time lacking the technology for translating the information.

Inconvenient. Eridan watched, eyes dragging slowly around the room.

One... two. Three cameras. A vent access, hidden behind some crates in the corner of the room. The Stealther was still activated, but he needed to take care of those before he could even begin to scout about. He rooted through the Stealther’s installed kits and grinned fin to tattered fin as he found what he was looking for. It would start drawing some eyes, but perhaps as something attributable to a technological glitch rather than what it truly was.

He activated the frequency jammer. And once the blinking lights on the cameras started to malfunction, flickering to indicate the disruption, he cautiously slid out of the emergency hatch of the Stealther to keep it operational while allowing him freedom of movement. Once he was out he beelined for the boxes, investigating the ventilation hatch.

Standard. Non-Alternian make, obviously Mefaeian, but that made doing this so much easier. Eridan reached and carefully twisting the metal in his hand, he watched in satisfaction as it crumpled with a soft crunch. With that done and, from the looks of it, no alerted personnel, Eridan ducked inside of the vents and began to move. His fins twitched as they guided him forward with the sound of Bricks yelling at their captors and Ysseol’s simpering, navigating the stuffy ventilation as best he could.

He kept following, silent, and after a close call with a sudden drop in the vent systems that led to an awkward shimmy down the vertical descent, they arrived at the brig. He observed as the two remaining Mefaeians from the ship he’d followed shove the stolen members of his goddamned crew into a cramped cell. The cells looked higher tech than other parts of the ship, with a biological scanner lock from the cursory glance.

“Ah, fuck,” Spoons hissed out, rubbing at her swollen shut eye and bloodied up face. “This iiiisn’t what you’d call. Ideal, huh?”

“Nekara’s gonna be pissed,” Bricks agreed grimly as he slumped down, wincing as he cupped his ribs.

“God, fuck, I don’t want to fucking die here, holy shit, what do we do?” Ysseol paced, hands behind his back and gaze frantic as he glanced at the floor, sweat beading at his brow. “She’s gonna come back for us, right? She’s not gonna let us...”

Traxus let out a grunt as they glared at Ysseol. “Annoying,” they hissed. “Always a guy when you’re being a coward. Not doing gender right.”

Ysseol snapped his glance over with bared fangs. “Fuck you. Are you living in the same fucking universe that we are? Where we’re captured?”

Traxus’s eyes moved slowly to the vents, meeting Eridan’s own. Eridan blinked in surprise and offered a wave, and Traxus offered a smile back. “Living in the universe where I have eyes. Look.”

The vent crunched under Eridan’s grip with ease and he slowly pulled himself out to his full height, rubbing at his shoulder.

“Piss poor ventilation they got,” Eridan hissed out as he gave a proper look-over to his missing crew, “but it’s better’n nothin’. Got yourself in a fuckin’ mess.”

Spoons almost let out a yell of delight, but was shortly stopped by Bricks throwing a hand over her mouth. She pouted over at him and he shook his head, raising a finger to his lips. “Plan, Ampora?”

“Gettin’ you outta there. Follow my lead.”

He reached out and crunched the hand scanner and the below gate under his hands with frightening ease. Highblood strength truly came in handy sometimes, and now was one of those. Spoons immediately threw him into a hug and kissed his cheek, leaving his skin crawling and a desire to drink heavily, and she spun on her heel despite looking like hell had warmed her over. “See, it’s all good! We’re all good!”

Eridan glanced around before reaching into his other pocket, pulling out one of the silenced guns. He held it out grip-first, to Bricks. Bricks glanced at it and then back to him, brows raised.

“Trust you best with a weapon right now, Bricks. Yer sensible. ‘M gonna run distraction. Better shape than you. Get to th’ dock in five minutes, ‘ll be there.”

“But—” Traxus began, and Eridan shook his head.

“No. You remember the path back to the docking bay, right? Go.”

Eridan split off at that moment, gun held tightly in his hand and plan made in his head. He moved quickly, quicker than they did in any case, and took the first opportunities to fire shots off at the nearest cameras he could see. Next, he peeled off in the opposite direction, hoping to head towards the more densely populated part of the ship.

Another announcement immediately hit once he rounded the corner, alarms wailing from the speakers, and he stiffened up as he saw personnel rounding the corner. He didn’t waste any time, raising the gun and using his years of training to put them all down. One, two, three headshots before he turned back, aiming to run in a different direction from that.

He had no idea what they’d said. He wished he had a goddamned translator. But clearly, it couldn’t be good, because the alarm was active and he was being hunted.

He shot out another camera before ducking into a side room, only to let out a gasp as he was yanked up off the floor. He flailed his feet as an arm gripped tight around his neck and he bared his teeth with a rattling growl as he thrashed before swinging his foot back with all the strength he could muster. He felt bone easily give way and a screech from his assailant and whipped around, firing the gun at them to shut them up. He lurched back as he felt a bullet skim his arm and whipped around, seeing several more soldiers approaching.

Cornered, he was cornered. He dodged out of the room before seeing more personnel running at him.

How were they finding him so quickly? 

He quickly snarled as he kept running right at the reinforcements, allowing them to believe the feint before he turned his head down at the last minute. His horns, sharp as they were, gored the first obstacle easily enough.

They don’t matter. None of this matters. You must survive. Mistress will not be happy if you die here.

And it was that last line of thought that had his yellow sclera bleeding red as the highblood rage set in properly, making the next few crucial moments a blur.

—

“He’s late. We should just find that ship and go. It’s not here, so it has to be the Stealther, right? He’s probably a lost cause.”

No... he wasn’t.

Eridan could hear it in the distance, panting heavily as he gripped at his ribs. How did he get here? He didn’t remember getting here. He felt tacky with blood. On whole, it barely smelled of his own blood. He felt nauseous and achy and everything hurt. He was tired. His head pounded and his hand trembled tightly around the pistol in his hand that was now useless as it was, bent at an odd angle and dented in with cooling, electric yellow alien blood on it. Gross.

“...why did you do that, Ysseol?”

What were they talking about? What did that mean? Something about the way Bricks sounded made him feel uneasy.

“Because it was the best way to save us, wasn’t it? He said he’d run distraction. If they knew just how freakin’ valuable he was, they’d focus on him, not on us. They’d at least want to keep him alive, being the Empress’s new toy.”

Ice doused his lungs. He suddenly found it difficult to take a breath in.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” Spoons sounded furious. “He doesn’t deserve that, especially after he came out of the way to save your dumb ass!”

“How was I supposed to know that activating the console would have alerted them?”

“I warned you—”

“But we had to get that information back! It was our fucking heads if we didn’t!”

“And it's our heads if her consort gets captured!” Traxus snapped, agitated. “Use your fucking pan for once, you fucking bulge!”

The gun fired twice, but to no avail. Ysseol let out a sharp sound of pain. In heavily Mefaeian-accented Alternian, one of the obstacles spoke;

“Gun down, Alternian. Hands in the air. Or the teal dies.”

He peeked around the corner to see Ysseol in a headlock and a knife tight at his throat, drawing blood as it did so. The gun clattered as Bricks rose his hands, teeth bared. Ysseol looked wretched, shivering and sniveling like the worm he was.

Anger flared up, and then indifference.

Turn them off like a husktop.

He thought of the Condesce. She wouldn’t want him to put himself at risk for this slime, especially when he had proven the truth of her words. If Eridan trusted anyone, much like Ysseol, they’d stab him in the back.

But then he thought of Feferi, and his throat grew tight.

Turn it off. Don’t think of her. Not now!

He thought of Karkat.

No. No. No.

He was moving before he could even realize it, lunging forward before the Mefaeian could realize he was doing so. It was like time was moving far slower than it ever had, and Eridan bared his teeth and roared as his hands grappled onto the hostile’s throat.

It became a mad grapple and flurry of limbs and unrelenting violence as Eridan continued to attempt to gore his enemy with his horns. It was an ugly, brutal, quick fight and he barely could keep track of what was happening. He swung a fist, feeling bone crunching beneath his hands, and felt his head ping off hard metal, driving wild sparks of pain past his eyelids. But he couldn’t give up. He wouldn’t. So he kept flailing, kept punching, let the wild adrenaline bring him back to the time he’d wrestled a fucking cholerbear lusus before shooting it in the head once he got the reprieve.

Just long enough, just long enough, just long enough. Last longer. Punch harder. Tear flesh and scales apart with your teeth. Be every bit the monster that people think you are. But do not let emotions rule your head.

Then, weightlessness. He let go as the Mefaeian let out a shrill screech, falling from the high platform of the dock they were stationed on to the lower levels. He realized he was falling, too, but let out a choked sound as his uniform was abruptly seized by psionics.

He watched the Mefaeian hit the lowest dock with a final thud. They did not get back up.

“Uch! Frick! Ow, ow, headache, Bricks get him fast please I can’t...”

The psionic grip slowly, shakily reeling him back up was replaced by a more solid grip. He was slowly yanked up as Bricks spoke. “Got him!”

He blinked up at the ceiling of the dock, heaving for air as it all spun around him. He glanced over, seeing Spoons half kneeling back, Traxus on his knees to his other side, and Bricks wheezing as he gripped at his ribs again. He fumbled over to the nearest security console and pulled out a drive he'd been saving for a special occasion. He knew this would get Psii's attention more than anything. Because once he plugged it in, the power went out, replaced by emergency lighting. He watched the screen flicker rapidly, his dear Helmsman's work taking effect with frightening efficiency before downloading all their surveillance and data logs.

They thought they were winning, but this was a last fuck you to each and every one of the dead assholes. And now, it was done.

Eridan felt dazed and angry, so very angry, but as he turned to face his erstwhile crew he only spoke numb, flat words, everything else locked behind an impenetrable barrier. “We leave. Now.”

And as he spoke, the anger drained away, leaving emptiness.

—

The ride back to the Reichenbach was dead silence. Eridan was solidly focused on navigating the ship, crammed as the Stealther was, and did not relax until the ship opened properly, decloaking and allowing them all to escape the miserable, overheating confines of the cruiser. Once they did, it was as if a string had been cut. Ysseol collapsed to the ground in a heap of pitiful sobbing, Traxus slowly pulled out the salvaged drive from the derelict vessel, and Spoons laid flat on her back on the floor.

It was Bricks and Eridan who stayed standing, though Bricks swayed slightly as he propped himself up with the Stealther.

“Ampora,” he said, breathless, “that was bloody reckless. It was also fucking brilliant.”

“Round on the house for our fucking Head Admin, y’all!” Shakes hollered over the comms, jittery with adrenaline and his usual psionic overcharge.

“Posh. Doin’ my job,” Eridan replied, blinking slowly as he realized that his vision was blurrier. The world didn’t seem to be holding up right.

“Whoa, whoa! Steady there.” He blinked once again, staring at Bricks who was staring into his eyes. It occurred to him that everything felt eerily silent around them other than the blood rushing in his fins. Since when had Bricks been holding him by the shoulder to keep him up? Why was he keeping Eridan up...? “...oh, shit. Amps. How bad d’you reckon you hit your head there?”

“I hit my head?”

“...fuck I didn’t mean to, I didn’t—”

“Enough, Yssaol. I’ve heard Traxus’s report.”

“He just... why does he get everything handed to him on a silver platter? I’ve been working for his position for sweeps, Captain...!”

“After what he did for you? He’s bleeding out in Bricks’s arms, Yssa, are you fucking insane? I’ll fucking—”

“ Spoons. ”

“...it’s... what I thought at the time. I don’t have any defense of myself, Captain.”

“I trust you understand why you didn’t get the Head Admin position now?”

“...yes, Captain.”

—

That was the last thing he registered before waking up in the medbay. He was blinking into the room, antiseptic flooding his nostrils, and the docterrors were scrambling about. But this wasn’t his medbay. This wasn’t his ship.

He instead stared up at the bright tyrian eyes of his Mistress, and his stomach bottomed out. He was in the HBC Condescension, that was why it wasn’t his ship. And now he had so much to answer for his failures.

“Mistress,” he slurred out. “Mistress, ‘m sorry.”

“Hush now, guppy. It’s opportune, don’t you fret a fin.” She smiled, her voice soft and dulcet and everything he needed.

“Wanna go t’apologize t’you, s’inconvenient.” It was anxiety, a nerve that stung and radiated agony through him. He had to be good, had to earn her praise, had to be better. He let out a low moan of distress. “Please, don’ be mad.”

“Ain’t mad, li’l guppy.” She crooned as she trailed her fingers down his jaw. He leaned into it, even though it drove a maddening pressure through his head. “Like I said, this is glubbin’ perfect.”

“How?” he asked, confused, not understanding. He looked over, vision all fuzzy and unpleasant, and locked up as he saw something he’d never expected to see set up on an operating table around him.

“You are my confidante,” she said. “You must keep my secrets close, locked tight so no one can pull them from you.”

The helming drive that was installed into all helmsman twisted its tendrils on the desk. It made him sick. It reviled him. He didn’t want that inside his head. He was a seadweller, not a psion, he wasn’t built for that. Psions had the capacity for higher electrical voltages in their pans, they could deal with it, he wasn’t made for this.

“No,” he slurred out, “please no, empress, tha’ll kill me.”

“It won’t,” she said firmly, the lilt vanished from her voice completely. “Stop crying, guppy, brain surgery ain’t so bad. Don’t you wanna be good for me, hon?”

“I do,” he slurred out.

“So you want this?”

Bile rose in his throat, but he swallowed it down and smiled. “Yes. For you, Mistress.”

And she looked happy at that, in a way that was soft and tender and just for him, and his pusher flutters as he smiles shakily. 

“How bad can it be, anyways?”

He was horrifyingly awake. 

He found himself laid out on the mediculler platform, numbed to the nines, strapped down into place as he stared up at the ceiling while desperately wanting to scream and cry and run from this hellish place. His skin crawled with the amount of IVs that pinched into his skin. He was numbed so intensely that he couldn’t even feel her hand on his face, that he couldn’t feel the portion of his skull being removed with his horn—his horn!—and after that all he really felt was the building pressure in his head as they slotted in that thing that he could feel, he swore he could feel it rooting into him, feeding into him like a parasite, until he passed out.

He didn’t think that was normal. It couldn’t possibly be normal. He couldn’t think about looking up if it was normal for the procedure to be like that as he was, certainly dying.

Surely, this was his punishment.

—

When he woke up next, because his head pounded and ached. Everything was healed perfectly, without a scratch, no pain of sutures or anything, and he knew it well to be the tyrian influence. So he slowly dragged himself up out of the bed to realize that he was back in the Reichenbach.

Why is he back here? He was in the HBC Condescension, wasn’t he? He blinked slowly and lethargically, slowly glancing around in a daze.

“Admin Ampora!”

He blinked back over, staring at Icrusa as he was approached. The yellowblood fretted as he immediately began to check every machine connected to Eridan, and the seadweller was confused.

“...‘crusa,” he slurred out, blinking slowly, “wh...”

“Oh, slurring, that’s not good, why did they do that?” He was clearly panicking.

“S...’fine.” Erisan slowly pulled himself out of the bed, only to almost trip as he was gripped by psionics. He turned to face Icrusa, eyes narrowing.

“Sir, you can’t,” Icrusa said softly. “Please. Please, for once, don’t you know what they did to you?”

“Yes,” Eridan answered, trying to tame the slurring as best he could, “I do. I chose it.”

Icrusa’s face went white. “Why?”

Instead of answering, instead of trying to justify the knot in his throat and the agony in his pan, he changed the subject as he gripped Icrusa’s jacket in hand and pulled him in close. “You ain't entitled to th' answer. Now, no one’s t’know about what was done. Even if I have to rip out your tongue, your throat, your fuckin’ airsacks, you will tell no one. Are...we...clear?”

“...s’classified, sir, so I won’t,” he squeaked out. “Pain of execution from the Empress.”

Of course she was looking out for him, she always did. He let Icrusa down.

“Good. Then we’ll never speak of this again.” He looks down his nose at Icrusa, feeling agitated and cornered. He pointedly pulled out every IV, yanked out the breathing tubes from his fucking nose, and scowled as he tasted the metallic taste of blood on the back of his tongue. “Sign my release form.”

He left before Icrusa could say anything else in the matter.

He had to remember that everyone might shown him respect, might seem concerned, but the moment he turned his back, they’d talk about him. They’d rumour, they’d whisper, they’d gossip. They'd sell him out. They’d gladly be his enemy. He could only trust his Mistress. So ignore their looks, ignore the falsities, trust Mistress and Mistress alone. And that was that. He was tempered, he was cooled, and he was ready to keep moving forward. First thing on the agenda was taking those records he stole from the Mefaeian ship and uploading that stupid fucker into his head, along with the rest of the data from the DC Reichenbach and then, the HBC Condescension. If he was to be a secret keeper, he’d do his job diligently.

He paused briefly, catching his reflection in the viewing panes of the exterior hall he stalked down with a purpose.

His left eye was partially swollen shut, nasty scars carved onto his face. That'd need some cover-up, obviously. He couldn't afford to be seen with such blemishes. His Mistress would hate that more than anything. Good thing he could by the best product money could fucking buy in this economy.

Hurts and insecurities could sit by the wayside. Enemies would always exist.

Here and now, he had work to do.

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Exploring the Charm of "Pink Mood Napoli": A Trendy Blend of Style and Comfort

Naples, with its vibrant culture and stunning scenery, is a city that never ceases to amaze. Recently, it has gained attention for a fresh trend that's capturing the hearts of locals and visitors alike: "Pink Mood Napoli." This fashionable phenomenon merges the city’s classic elegance with a playful, modern twist, making it a must-explore trend for anyone looking to immerse themselves in Napoli's chic side.

The term "Pink Mood Napoli" reflects a growing aesthetic that celebrates a range of pink hues, from soft pastels to bold fuchsias, and integrates them into the fabric of Neapolitan life. Whether you're strolling through the historic streets or enjoying a coffee in one of the city's charming cafes, you'll notice that pink is making a strong statement. This trend isn’t just about adding a splash of color; it’s about embracing a mood, an atmosphere, and a feeling that resonates with both locals and tourists. 

In fashion, "Pink Mood Napoli" has become a signature look. Designers and boutiques across the city are incorporating this vibrant color into their collections, offering everything from elegant pink dresses to stylish accessories. These pieces often blend traditional Neapolitan craftsmanship with contemporary design, resulting in outfits that are both timeless and trendy. For those interested in high fashion, Naples' boutiques provide ample opportunity to indulge in this pink-inspired trend.     

But "Pink Mood Napoli" isn't confined to the realm of fashion. The color is also making waves in interior design and gastronomy. Cafés and restaurants are embracing this trend by decorating their spaces with pink accents, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere that enhances the dining experience. Meanwhile, bakeries are crafting sweet treats that reflect the pink mood, from delicate macarons to beautifully decorated cakes, all designed to delight the senses.

Even in the arts, "Pink Mood Napoli" is leaving its mark. Local artists are using the color pink to evoke emotions and convey messages through their work. Galleries and exhibitions across Naples showcase pieces that are inspired by this trend, adding a new layer of creativity to the city’s vibrant art scene.

In summary, "Pink Mood Napoli" represents more than just a color trend; it embodies a lifestyle that blends elegance with a touch of playfulness. It’s a celebration of Naples’ rich culture and modern vibrancy, offering a fresh perspective on what it means to experience this iconic city. Whether you’re shopping, dining, or exploring the arts, embracing the pink mood in Naples promises an experience that’s as stylish as it is unforgettable.

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Top 5 Applications for Solid Dyed Bright Shade Fabric in Interior Design

When it comes to interior design, fabric choices play a significant role in defining the style and atmosphere of a space. One material that has gained immense popularity for its versatility and vibrant appeal is solid dyed shade fabric. This type of fabric is not only visually striking but also functional, making it a top choice for various interior design applications. In this blog, we will explore the top five applications for solid-dyed bright shade fabric in interior design and how it can transform spaces with its bold and vibrant colors.

Upholstery for Furniture One of the most common uses of solid dyed bright shade fabric is in upholstery for furniture. Whether it’s a sofa, armchair, or ottoman, using brightly colored fabric can bring life to a neutral room or complement a bold design theme. The beauty of this fabric lies in its ability to create a strong visual impact while remaining functional and durable. When selecting upholstery fabric, durability is essential, and Filantro provides top-quality solid dyed bright shade fabric that not only offers vibrant color options but also withstands the wear and tear of daily use. The bold shades make any furniture piece stand out, making it a focal point in the room.

Window Treatments Curtains, drapes, and blinds can make or break the look of a room. When made with solid dyed bright shade fabric, window treatments can enhance the aesthetic of a space by adding a splash of color to an otherwise plain area. Bright shades like teal, mustard yellow, or deep reds can offer a dramatic look, while pastels in this fabric add a subtle yet striking touch. In addition to their visual appeal, solid dyed bright shade fabrics from Filantro are great for controlling natural light and adding a layer of insulation, making them both functional and beautiful.

Accent Cushions and Pillows Accent cushions and pillows are an excellent way to introduce solid dyed bright shade fabric into a room without overwhelming the space. These smaller, easily changeable elements allow for experimenting with color and texture in a flexible and budget-friendly manner. Whether you want to refresh a living room, bedroom, or outdoor seating area, using bright fabric in pillows can immediately lift the mood and add personality. For instance, a plain grey couch can be transformed with vivid turquoise cushions, while a bedspread in a neutral tone can get a modern twist with bold, bright pillows in hues like fuchsia or lime green. Filantro's wide selection of solid-dyed bright shade fabrics provides an ideal solution for creating dynamic and stylish accents.

Wall Coverings and Panels Another creative way to utilize solid dyed bright shade fabric is by incorporating it into wall coverings and panels. Fabric-covered walls are a trend in modern interior design, offering a rich texture and unique aesthetic that painted walls simply cannot provide. Bright, solid-dyed fabrics can be used to create feature walls or upholstered panels, making a strong statement in living rooms, bedrooms, or offices. The use of solid dyed bright shade fabric in wall coverings offers more than just visual appeal; it also adds acoustic benefits by absorbing sound, making spaces quieter and more comfortable. Filantro's vibrant fabrics can be used to create custom wall panels that transform any space into a bold, visually captivating environment.

Decorative Accessories From table runners and placemats to lamp shades and bed runners, solid dyed bright shade fabric can be used to create a variety of decorative accessories that add pops of color and interest to a room. These accessories, though small, can have a big impact on the overall look of a space. By selecting bright, solid-dyed fabric for such items, you can easily refresh a room without the need for major changes. For example, a bright coral table runner can give an instant facelift to a dining room, while vibrant fabric lamp shades can add personality to any corner of the home. Filantro's collection of solid dyed bright shade fabrics offers endless possibilities for creating custom accessories that enhance the style and charm of your interior. Conclusion Incorporating solid dyed bright shade fabric into interior design offers endless opportunities to create bold, dynamic, and visually appealing spaces. Whether it’s through upholstery, window treatments, cushions, wall coverings, or decorative accessories, bright fabrics provide versatility and a pop of color that can transform any room. Filantro, a leader in high-quality fabric production, offers a wide range of vibrant solid-dyed bright shade fabrics to meet your design needs. With their durable and aesthetically pleasing materials, you can achieve the perfect balance between functionality and style in any interior space. Choosing the right fabric is key to achieving your design vision, and solid dyed bright shade fabric from Filantro offers a beautiful and versatile solution for all types of interiors.

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6 Impressive Indian Wedding Décor Ideas for London

How to Add a Touch of India to Your London Wedding Décor with These 6 Ideas

Who doesn’t love and want a big fat Indian wedding? Indians, no matter wherever they are, can never let go of that beautiful dream. The glory, the glamour, and the grandeur — somewhere deep down, we all have dreamt of it all.

We also know that wedding decorations are a fundamental part of that glamour. If you have dreamt of one, then you must have imagined guests entering the venue and exclaiming “oooh” and “aah” all the time. The wedding décor can literally leave them in awe.

But… some things are easier said than done, especially when you are trying to do it out of India. While you might already have thousands of ideas popping up in your head, it can be hard to stick to a single one.

Additionally, if you’re staying in a place like London, you might have to push a little harder to find the unique things that shout ‘India’. So what do you do? You relax, read this post and find out some impeccable and impressive Indian wedding décor ideas for London.

Idea №1 — White and Metallic

We know that rich colours and vibrant shades make for Indian tradition, especially when it comes to clothing. But for décor, you can go for the creamy yet glittery feel of white and metallic, specifically a mix of gold and silver. Since heavy jewelry too is a big part of Indian weddings, your theme can reflect the same.

Go for a mix of white roses and lilies and ornate them with thin gold and silver veils. You can drape the centerpieces with elegant off-white and metal embroidered table clothes while using silver cutlery. The lighting will throw a shimmery shine to it all.

Idea №2 — Fifty Shades of Pink

Gone are those days when people were only stuck with strong shades. Modern weddings are all about experimenting with colours and pink is going global. Pink and its hues have always been known to add a soft glamour to any occasion.

Fuchsia, cherry blossom pink, hot pink, baby pink, rose pink, punch and flamingo and the list can go on. To brighten up your wedding you can mix and match the hues. Right from the flowers to the tables, you can use this playful colour to spruce up your wedding décor.

Idea №3 — The Royal Blue

Blue colour has always been linked to royalty and what better way to showcase it than at Indian weddings? A wedding décor arrangement with a theme blue shall display grandness with dignity and notch up the decorum without shouting ‘overdone’.

To make it stand out, put the focus on drapes and flowers. You can use heavily embroidered satin pieces as a canopy or in a wavy style. You can also induce shades of sky and turquoise to make it appear brighter. The images below will give you a better idea.

Idea №4 — Go Green

Dia Mirza, a famous Indian actress, came into the limelight for her wedding décor. Do you know why? It’s because of her eco-friendly wedding that won millions of hearts and became an inspiring wedding theme for others.

Given that lots of Indian wedding rituals take place with natural elements including trees, going green could definitely make you stand out. For example, Dia Mirza went for local hand-crafted baskets made of natural fibers and gifted everyone a plant. To notch it up, she used hyper-local flowers in her decoration.

You can pick a venue that’s surrounded by greenery and can use them for lighting and decoration instead of spending or wasting on additional decoration items. Below is a glimpse of Dia Mirza’s wedding.

Idea №5 — Mughal Inspired

The Mughals were known for their love of pomp and show. They loved to decorate themselves as well as their abodes with heavy decorations. Ivory, gold, silver, bronze — theirs was a grand fusion of metals and colours with rich fabrics.

So if you are someone who loves to show off sumptuousness, then Mughal décor is the way to go. Sequined centerpieces, ornamented drapery, mandaps surrounded in a sea of red and gold, and carpeted floors — you sure are going to show your guests what lavish looks like.

Idea №6 — Go Colours

Do you know one of the most outstanding things about weddings? It’s the vibrancy of your guests. While the day definitely belongs to the bride and the groom, there’s much opulence to see in the guests too and to match this vibrancy, you too can go colourful with your wedding décor.

Sure it’s not advisable to simply put all the colours together. But picking up certain combinations like red, blue, green or green, red, yellow or blue, ivory and pink can impart your wedding decorations with a unique look and can leave your guests talking for months.

Here are a couple of images to give you a better idea.

Summing Up

Lavish decorations are an integral part of any big, fat Indian wedding. Indians residing in London are looking to match their wedding with the same touch and feel and at the same time make their weddings unique and memorable.

It’s a good thing then that you can have it all by experimenting with some unique Indian bespoke wedding décor in London. You can use specific colour themes like royal blue or shades of pink, or you can go with a combination of themes like white and metallic or red and gold.

You can also choose to keep it eco-friendly and yet make it magnificent by using hyper-local flowers and handcrafted items. Whatever your choice, just remember not to overdo or underdo anything. So better hire the services of professionals for the same. Simply convey them your ideas and everything shall be taken care of.

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Chic and Cheerful: Refreshing Sangeet Decoration Concepts

The Sangeet ceremony is one of the most anticipated events in Indian weddings, filled with music, dance, and joy. Creating a vibrant and inviting atmosphere is crucial to set the tone for an unforgettable night. At Ranka Tent Suppliers, we understand the importance of capturing the essence of celebration through stunning decor. Here are some chic and cheerful Sangeet decoration concepts that will bring your event to life.

1. Vibrant Color Palettes

Bright and Bold: Choose a colour palette that reflects the energy of the night. Bright colours like fuchsia, turquoise, and orange can create a lively and festive atmosphere. Mix and match these colours in drapes, cushions, and table settings to add depth and dimension.

Pastel Charm: For a softer, more elegant look, consider using pastel shades like mint green, lavender, and peach. These colours can create a chic and sophisticated ambiance while maintaining a cheerful vibe.

2. Whimsical Lighting

Fairy Lights: String fairy lights across the venue to create a magical and enchanting atmosphere. Drape them over tables, around trees, or along the ceiling to add a twinkling effect.

LED Displays: Incorporate LED lights in creative ways, such as illuminated dance floors or customised light displays with the couple’s names. This modern touch can add a glamorous and interactive element to the decor.

3. Innovative Seating Arrangements

Lounge Areas: Create cosy lounge areas with plush seating and vibrant cushions. Use low sofas or floor seating with colourful rugs to encourage guests to relax and mingle.

Circular Seating: Arrange seating in a circular pattern around the dance floor to create an inclusive and intimate setting. This layout encourages interaction and ensures everyone has a great view of the performances.

4. Creative Backdrops

Floral Fantasy: Design a stunning floral backdrop using fresh or faux flowers. Incorporate unique elements like hanging floral arrangements or flower walls to create a photo-worthy moment.

Themed Decor: Choose a theme that resonates with the couple’s personalities, such as a Bollywood night or a vintage retro style. Use props, banners, and thematic elements to bring the concept to life.

5. Interactive Decor Elements

Photo Booths: Set up a chic photo booth with fun props and a stylish backdrop. This interactive element allows guests to capture memories and adds an element of fun to the evening.

DIY Stations: Create DIY stations where guests can personalise items like bangles or scarves. This engaging activity adds a personal touch and serves as a memorable takeaway.

6. Tablescape Elegance

Decorative Centrepieces: Use unique centrepieces like lanterns, candles, or small flower arrangements to add elegance to the tables. Incorporate elements that reflect the couple’s story or shared interests for a personalised touch.

Table Runners and Linens: Choose table runners and linens that complement the overall colour scheme. Consider using textured fabrics or prints to add visual interest and elevate the decor.

7. Dance Floor Drama

Bold Patterns: Create a statement dance floor with bold patterns or designs. Use vinyl wraps or painted tiles to add a unique touch that draws guests to the dance area.

Interactive Projections: Utilise projection mapping to display dynamic visuals on the dance floor. This cutting-edge technology can transform the space and create a captivating experience.

Conclusion

Creating a chic and cheerful atmosphere for your Sangeet is all about balancing vibrant decor with elegant touches. At Ranka Tent Suppliers, we are committed to helping you design a memorable event that reflects your style and personality. Whether you prefer a bold and colourful celebration or a more subtle and sophisticated affair, our team is here to bring your vision to life. With these refreshing Sangeet decoration concepts, you can ensure that your night is filled with joy, laughter, and unforgettable memories.

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Don’t miss out on Mela Hoyt-Heydon’s Floribunda Zoom Workshop Saturday, May 4, 2024. 1pm-4pm PDT With the colors of Spring and Summer at our fingertips, join us as we transform ribbon and fabric into pansies, fuchsias, daffodils and more. We will show you how to create these flowers along with buds, centers, and leaves, all suitable for historic clothing accents or hat decorations. More Details & to sign up: https://www.costumersguild.org/floribunda Series Details: https://www.costumersguild.org/lectures-workshops . . .

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A Beautiful Pink-Themed Indian Wedding Amidst the Beachside Scenery of Krabi

In the enchanting coastal haven of Krabi, where limestone cliffs meet the azure waters of the Andaman Sea, love finds its canvas. The beachside scenery of Krabi becomes the backdrop for a beautiful pink-themed Indian wedding, a celebration that seamlessly blends the opulence of Indian traditions with the natural beauty of Thailand's southern gem. As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the sandy shores, the union of two souls takes centre stage, creating a picturesque tapestry of love.

The Palette of Pink: A Symbol of Love and Grace

In the heart of Krabi, where the sea breeze carries whispers of romance, a beautiful pink-themed Indian wedding unfolds. The colour pink, in all its shades and hues, takes centre stage. From soft pastels to vibrant fuchsias, every detail of the ceremony is adorned with the symbolism of love, grace, and the promise of a blossoming journey together.

As the bride gracefully walks down the sandy aisle in her resplendent pink lehenga, the groom, donned in complementary attire, awaits under a beautifully adorned mandap. The coastal scenery becomes a canvas painted with pink flowers, draped fabrics, and the love that radiates from the couple. The theme is not merely aesthetic; it is a reflection of the emotional tapestry woven throughout the celebration.

The Beachside Mandap: Where Tradition Meets Tropical Elegance

The choice of Krabi's beachside scenery is intentional, transforming the wedding into a tropical paradise. The mandapa, overlooking the sea, becomes a sacred space where tradition meets the elegance of the coastal landscape. Adorned with pink flowers and delicate fabrics, the mandap becomes a symbol of the harmonious union between the couple and the breathtaking natural surroundings.

As the sacred vows are exchanged amidst the rhythmic sounds of the waves, the beachside mandap becomes a witness to a promise that transcends cultural boundaries. The scent of pink blooms mingles with the salty sea breeze, creating an ambiance that is both serene and vibrant.

Culinary Delights: A Fusion of Flavours by the Shore

The beachside pink-themed wedding is not just a visual spectacle; it's a feast for the senses. The culinary offerings are a fusion of Indian flavours and the freshness of coastal delights. From aromatic curries to succulent seafood, the menu mirrors the diversity of the couple's journey. Each dish becomes a celebration of the union, a gastronomic journey that harmonises the richness of Indian spices with the bounty of the sea.

Dining by the shore, under the starlit sky, adds an intimate touch to the celebration. Tables adorned with pink-themed centrepieces become a symphony of elegance and taste. The celebration is not just about the exchange of vows; it's a holistic experience that embraces the natural beauty of Krabi's beaches and the cultural richness of Indian traditions.

Entertainment Extravaganza: Pink Beats and Coastal Rhythms

As the night unfolds, the beachside pink-themed wedding transforms into an entertainment extravaganza. The beats of Bollywood tunes seamlessly merge with the coastal rhythms, creating an atmosphere of celebration and joy. The dance floor, adorned with pink-themed decor, becomes a space where guests revel in the vibrant energy of the evening.

Live performances, from traditional Indian dances to local Thai music, add an eclectic touch to the celebration. The fusion of cultural beats and coastal tunes turns the wedding into a cultural exchange, where the vibrancy of Indian entertainment meets the relaxed melodies of the beach. The celebration becomes a testament to the universal language of joy found in music and dance.

Symbolic Decor: Merging Traditions with Nature's Bounty

The decor of the beachside pink-themed wedding is a visual masterpiece that goes beyond aesthetics. It becomes a symbolic representation of the union between traditions and the bounty of nature. Pink flowers, carefully arranged in intricate patterns, carry cultural significance while also blending seamlessly with the coastal setting.

The mandap, adorned with cascading pink blooms and overlooking the sea, becomes a sacred space where traditions merge with the beauty of the surroundings. Seashells and driftwood incorporated into the decor pay homage to the beach, creating a seamless integration of cultural symbolism and natural elements. Every detail, from the entrance adorned with pink petals to the lanterns that flicker in the evening breeze, tells a story of cultural richness and coastal grace.

Sunleisure World Wedding Packages: Crafting Unforgettable Memories

The magic of a beachside pink-themed wedding in Krabi is amplified when entrusted to the expertise of Sunleisure World Wedding Packages. Known for crafting unforgettable experiences, Sunleisure World ensures that each detail is meticulously curated to perfection. From the choice of the venue to the coordination of cultural elements, Sunleisure World Wedding Packages stand as paragons of excellence.

With a commitment to making dreams come true, Sunleisure World takes pride in offering wedding packages that redefine luxury and sophistication. Tailored to diverse preferences, these packages go beyond expectations, ensuring that each celebration is not just an event but a journey into unparalleled leisure and elegance. Sunleisure World understands that a wedding is more than a ceremony; it's a memory that lingers in the hearts of the couple and their loved ones.

Conclusion: A Love Story Written in Pink and Sea Breeze

In the embrace of Krabi's beachside scenery, a beautiful pink-themed Indian wedding becomes more than a celebration; it is a love story written in hues of pink and sea breeze. Against the breathtaking coastal backdrop, the couple's journey unfolds, weaving together cultural richness, natural beauty, and the promise of a radiant future.

As the celebration draws to a close, the memories captured amidst the pink-themed decor, the sound of waves, and the laughter echoing along the beach become part of the couple.

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                                             Interior Fabrics- Response Fabrics

Using modern interior design fabrics in your home furnishing can make your space look stunning. As a matter of fact, in the industries of both lifestyle and hospitality, it is an archaic concept for enhancing the appeal of house interiors.

The interior designers of current era highly prefer to use varieties of textiles in their projects. Because, a modern interior design fabric always comes with a wide range of colors, making it easier to keep contrast or even symmetry with the colors of the walls or furniture. In simple words, the fabric selection should be harmonic to the arrangement of house appliances and all other characteristics of the interior.

The Range of Modern Interior Design Fabrics : we manufacture for Interior Designers

Response Fabrics has been manufacturing and designing a wide range of fabrics from last 15 years. Our company has been leading the lifestyle industry and the hospitality industry since the time of its establishment.

Most Common Fabric Ranges for the Interior Designers

When you select the interior design fabric for decorating a place, the most important factor to count on, is comfort. Now, different people have different tastes, according to the feel they get from a particular fabric. Some of the house owners, who love a little shiny and gorgeous finish, would prefer to go for some rexine couches or silk curtains. Some prioritize comfort, and go for cotton, or rayon.

Besides these, one should also keep the functionalities of a fabric in mind before picking the perfect modern interior design fabric. For instance, hospitality sector (hotels, cafes, restaurants, hospitals) require sturdy and re-usable fabric, while the probable wear and tear in near future should also be thought of, in the presence of pets and children. Some art-lovers may also opt for jute, or self-textured dobby material.

Color Ranges for the New Age Fabrics

When a color becomes the key trend of an era, it remains there for a few years. We always lead the market by getting hold on to the perfect trendy colors for contemporary design fabric. We never fail to continue in being analogous to the leading commercial color palette that is on vogue.

The recent trend in this color palette for interior furnishings include some vibrant contrasts, and also a few neutral shades. The highly demanded hues of trendy designer fabrics that are being picked by the interior designer at a large numbers, are the contrasts between fuchsia pink combined with lime green, dark brown presented with blue or deep purple, or the timeless monochrome (B&W). Besides these bright shades, some places demand for natural shades for these new generation fabrics. Shades like beige, warm grey, taupe, white or cream always provide a different level of appeal to any place, be it someone’s dwelling or a hotel reception, or any commercial place.

We, the manufacturing team of Response Fabrics present some new gen fabrics that are vastly picked out and preferred by the interior decorators, for their functionalities and durability. Let’s take a tour through the range of our collections.

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Interior Design Styles

by Sinem Oktay All designers have a decoration style that they enjoy and apply to their projects, but the client may not feel close to it. Everyone is different of course, and each person has different moods and a different style. What the architect must do, rather than dictating his or her own style to the client, is bend toward the client’s style. If the client does not know what his or her style is, the designer should discover it and describe to the client what he or she needs. So, what kind of style do you need? Are you traditional or innovative? Do you prefer nature or industry? Do you need neutral or bright colors? Feng shui is not a design style, but it does allow us to apply all the energy rules within the elements that reflect your personal style. Here are some of the design styles you may gain inspiration from. 1. Modern Modern homes are simple and not cluttered by unnecessary extra items. They feature function-oriented and colorful spaces.   2. Modern Zen Elements from nature are added to the modern style.   3. Zen A focus on the peaceful and balanced Zen style brings simplicity and plainness.   4. Modern classic This balances the chaos of classicism with straight lines and simple furniture in a modern style.   5. Classic Based on the design principles of symmetry and balance, this style represents elements of aristocracy and loyalty.   6. Ethnic This uses colors like orange and fuchsia and shows exaggerated fabrics as dominant factors in this style.   7. Ethnic modern This modern style smooths out how ethnic patterns are used.   8. Ethnic minimal This is a smooth combination of ethnic exaggeration and simplistic minimalism.   9. Bohemian Colorful patterns, carpets, and fabrics typify this style.   10. Bohemian country This combines the above with English country and French vintage styles.   11. Minimalist White walls and black furniture unite for a plain, calm, Zen-style identity.   12. Scandinavian To make the space as bright as possible, the walls are white, the upholstery is cream, and blue, green, or bright tones of yellow abound.   13. Scandinavian bohemian Colorful blankets, fabrics, and pillows are added to the Scandinavian style.   14. Natural bohemian Natural elements and bright colors are used in this style.   15. English country Highlights the serene and comfortable life of country living with natural elements, handmade furniture, and solid wood.   16. Retro Rooted in the 1950s, this charming and striking style uses bright colors and patterns.   17. Rustic A space designed using raw materials is enough to describe the rustic style.   18. Ecological Environmentally friendly ecological homes feature biological treatment plants, energy-efficient heating, and rain water recycling.   19. High-tech This modern and innovative style focuses on creative furniture structure, with each detail being part of the structure.   20. Tropical Inspired by the nature of the tropical climate, this style employs bamboo, teak and rattan trees, and exotic colors.   21. Mediterranean Inspired by the turquoise blue of the sea, you see similar colors on doors and windowsills, complete with white walls and niches.   22. Neoclassical Ancient Roman and Greek inspired columns, beams, and belts in symmetrical arrangement dominate in this style.   23. Colonial American This simple and plain style started in 18th-century America by using many types of wood, from pine to mahogany.   24. Italian Tuscany Doors, windows, fireplaces, and all other elements are in proportion and balance and harmony, while classical stone walls are companied by yellow-toned walls.   25. French Provence This style brings the pastoral life of southern France into homes. The walls are lightly colored, the furniture is natural wood, and the floors are terracotta or made from small ceramics.   26. Wabi-Sabi Coming from Japanese culture, this understanding stands back from showiness and instead adopts a simple, minimalist, plain style.   27. 70s retro This is a return to the 70s retro furniture style.   28. Industrial minimal Materials from old fabric and other buildings are renovated in this alternative style.   29. Renovation With respect to old historical texture, old buildings are renovated for new function and design.   30. Art deco This style emerged in Europe between the two world wars, and it features covered furniture, glass, stainless steel, dark colors, and modern geometric shapes combined with charming graphics.   31. Baroque This style emerged in Europe between the 16th and 17th centuries and involves very showy folds and details in gold.   32. Asian Handmade objects, bamboo, red and black lacquers, and the color gold are widely used.   33. Africa Red, orange, and yellow colors that reflect the bright African sun are used together with handmade animal figures, dark-colored masks, and sculptures.   34. California beach house: This style reflects life on the California coast using pastel blues and fabrics.   35. Robert Adam Created by Robert Adam in the 1700s, this style has a very detailed ornamental approach for ceilings, columns, and fireplaces.   36. Eclectic This unique style reflects the owner’s own style, and it may combine more than one style.   37. Anatolian This reflects the style of Anatolia using Turkish rugs, Turkish sofas, and Turkish-style windows.   38. Ottoman Inspired by the Ottoman palaces, this style emphasizes ornaments in gold.   39. Floral flowers Big-patterned wallpapers and fabrics are widely used here. 40. Your own style You may create your own style by simply using pieces that only belong to you. Creativity is eternal and limitless, but I hope this simple guide helps, With my best wishes...   Read the full article