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Old Habits Die Hard [5/?]

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Pairing: Nightwatch! Aemond Targaryen x wildling female! Reader

Genre: Historically accurate Aemond

WC: 3454

Summary: Aemond gradually embraced the rugged and untamed ways of the wildlings, adjusting to their customs and survival skills in the harsh environment they inhabited.

As dawn broke, the first fingers of light seeped into Aemond’s tent, casting a gentle, golden glow that wove through the coarse fabric. The sun’s early warmth stirred him from his slumber, and he awoke with a serene awareness of another day granted to him. The sleep he had savoured was a rare gift from the gods especially when he stepped foot in the north.

The finest sleep he had enjoyed in months.

Surely this humble tent wasn’t as extravagant of his chambers in King's Landing. The Wildling’s tent was as if it brings comfort to him than the Night's Watch barracks. Here, the simplicity of his shelter was a luxury in itself, a sanctuary far superior to the cramped mattresses and the chill of the stone walls. Aemond’s gaze fell upon the fur and blankets that cocooned him—a gift of warmth from the Wildling woman who had shown him unexpected kindness; he knew he might never be able to fully repay her. As he drew the fur closer, he inhaled deeply, savouring the lingering scent of the wild, a subtle fragrance of her that spoke of forests and untamed lands.

Aemond took his time layering his new clothing that formerly belonged to the wildling named Yuri, one of her wildling companions. He wondered if she herself could make good clothing. Putting on the thinnest layer first, he wrapped the sheep skin next around his waist up to his chest. After several layers, he topped it off with the wildling’s distinctive camouflage fur coat. Tying it up, he peeks through his tent, finding the area already alive. Stew boiled as children ran through the snow.

Far much different that the smallfolk yet they were just as simple as they were.

He slips on his boots also made out of thick fur, possibly sheep skin.

Tying his hair like he always did since he was a child,

He looked up to the tent’s opening.

It’s time.

Parting the tent’s entrance, revealing himself as Aemond stepped out of his tent, he felt eyes on him. Some were the same, some were positive stares. Through all that, he couldn’t help but to feel a sense of insecurity washing over him. Yet he masked it well enough, walking through the crowd, searching for familiarity in this foreign world he walks in. And he finds his answer well enough when he spots her.

Sitting on a wooden log on the edge of the camp, beside the stallion he brought from castle black, sharpening her arrows. He stepped closer as his heavy footsteps stomped through the snow. Heavy enough for her to notice him, turning her head around. “Snow haired! You’re finally awake. A good night's rest, I suppose?” She teased with a childish grin across her face. “It was well enough,” he said with a smirk. His wildling friend could only smile back before carving her handmade arrows once again.

“Do you sharpen your arrows everyday?” He asked curiously.

“No, not everyday. Just for special occasions or for hunting,” she said as she shook her head. “And what is today’s occasion if I may ask?” Satisfied with his question, the she wildling turned her head once more. “We are going to take you…hunting, Prince Aemond.” Saying his title with a hint of tease, standing up before him. “Taking me for a hunt?” He repeated.

“Why yes. If you shall fight with us, we would like to see first how well you hunt. How you ride your horse, how quiet your steps are–,” tapping his feet with her bow, recalling how heavy his footsteps were wearing her kind’s heavy boots, “–and how true you were of your skills in swords and such.”

“You want me to prove myself to you?”

“Oh not to me. But to the Chief, to Gruff, to Yuri, and the whole tribe, basically. I have no doubt for you, my prince,” she mocked with a chuckle, bowing ridiculously in front of him. “Do not taint my title,” Aemond said, a bit frustrated with her childish behaviour yet his words did not scare her, it just made the situation more amusing to her. “You clearly are no fun! But is it true though? Are you actually a prince?” Her bow reaches out to swipe his hair away from his shoulder in which he swats it away with a scowl in his face. “Yes, I am.”

She snorted.

“You don’t act like one.”

Walking away to their horse, Aemond took hold of her with his grip on her arm.

“Was that supposed to be an insult?”

She snorted once again. Amused with his temper.

“You tell me,” she cockily said to him before taking her arm away.

“Besides, I can’t imagine you sitting on a tall palace drinking wine as your servant pour you more into your cup. Whilst you stare down at your people like some kind of god–,”

“–I hate to break your imagination, but I simply do not do that–,”

“–Now you just made me doubt for a second. Maybe you really did do that in your lavish castle,” she teased with a laugh. “And what? You have ten girls surrounding you?” She mocked once more, turning herself to face him as she walked backwards. “If you are asking if I have ten whores, no I do not,” he snarled. “I beg to differ, snow haired. I bet you cuddled with them all day as they fed you the ripest fruit in the realm!” She cackles, throwing her head back as she started to walk side by side with him

“And what of you? You yourself are surrounded by two men,” Aemond bickered back, playing with her games.

“Gruff and Yuri? You disgust me. They are like brothers to me.”

“But do they see you as a sister?–”

“–Gruff has a wife and Yuri has two children. Do not speak of them that way.”

Surprisingly, he was satisfied with her answer.

They walked side by side as the sun shone down on them.

“But do you actually have maidens by your side?” He heard her ask.

“Maidens? No, not all the time,” he hummed, his hands behind his back.

“Not all the time? Then when do you have maidens beside you?”

He knew of the maidens she meant. Not just ordinary girls but women who threw themselves at him. Lovers or mistresses. He recalled one or two. Sylvie and another woman he replaced her with. He doesn’t even know if Alys is considered one. But he didn’t want to admit this to her. And he does not know why. She was just a stupid wildling, why would he care what she thinks of him? She could not change his past and he should not care if it did affect the way she looked at him. But he couldn’t.

“Why do you want to know so badly?” He instead said, smiling smugly at her. And he swore to the gods he saw a faint of red tint in both of her cheeks. Surely she had them before because of the cold but he could differentiate her usual red cheeks with a woman’s natural blush. “Badly is a strong word. I was just merely curious,” she replied, inserting her arm into her bow. The one eyed prince has a smirk painted on his face as he watches his flustered friend walking ahead of him. It seems he had struck a chord. And he liked it.

Hunting was a rare activity for him at his youth. His father was too sick to even teach him how to hold a bow and arrow or even a sword. The last time he went hunting was for his ten-and-four nameday. Ser Criston Cole was the one who guided him, Aegon, and Daeron through the woods to catch the biggest boar they could find. Even in that, ser Criston was the one who slew the boar himself for the guard told him that he should not risk himself with hunting since it could put him in risk.

And now Aemond finds himself hiding between trees and shrubs, sitting close with the she wildling. The others hid in other places around them as the snow fell from the sky, slightly covering the area around them. “Look!” She said, pointing towards a doe, walking curiously around the forest as it sniffs an area uncovered by the light snow. “It should be an easy target,” smirking at the one eyed prince before lending him her bow and arrow. A crossbow, yes he has taken hold of that weapon. But to act as an archer? He is ashamed to admit that he is untalented of that particular skill. “I shall skin the deer–,”

“–No, I want you to do it. Prove to them,” she insisted, nudging his arm with her bow.

If he lied– no. There is no escape to this.

“I am untalented with this weapon,” he said, boring his healthy eye onto her eyes that resembled the doe they’re hunting. His heart rate quickened when he didn’t earn an instant answer from her. They were cramped as they hid themselves quietly from their prey. In a swift motion, she positioned herself beside him, guiding his calloused hands to her bow.

“An untalented can be talented if they try,” she whispered.

Her whisper was relevant for their situation, yet he felt tiny bumps erupted across his arms. Every word she spoke was like a spell to him, obeying her as he took the bow into his hands. Her small calloused hands guided him to the bow’s grip, close enough for him to feel his cheek pressed to hers.

“You have your foundations for archery. You just need to take another step further– Keep your grip tight, now pull the string back.”

He did as she told him to.

Fixing his fingers with hers, calloused and rough that made him want to know every single story behind it.

He took a deep breath, aiming at their prey.

“Do not let it slip. Just breathe,” she whispered to him.

Aemond’s hands were steady, but his pulse hammered like a war drum in his ears.

His bowstring flicked, his fingers trembling ever so slightly as he drew the bowstring back, the taut cord singing a soft, tense note. But it hits a tree beside their prey, causing it to flinch and move from its place.

No, he failed.

“Oi! Catch that deer!” He heard Gruff say from a distance, assuming he said it to the other wildlings that came with, but Aemond wanted to prove himself. He was the one who startled it, letting it run. So he took no choice, leaping from his spot and sprinting to the deer. Startled by a human’s presence, it started to run. But Aemond was close enough to leap and trap the deer with his arms. Tackling it down, he pulled out his dagger.

Ready to stab his hunt.

But he looked down, finding the doe’s eyes looking up at him with fear.

It was alive, and it reminded him so much of her.

Doe.

He asked himself, why did he become so weak?

Was it grief? Fear? Was it all consuming his bravery?

Or did he just know how to feel once more?

To be alive like he was before they took his eye?

His train of thoughts were suddenly interrupted when an arrow shot through the doe’s body. He looked back, and saw her standing not far from him, lowering down her bow as she saw how distraught he was. She saw through his cowardliness and he was ashamed of it. All this time he thought of her as his prey, someone he could easily devour. But now he was the one who felt powerless.

He even could not shed a single blood from a doe.

“You are angry.”

The tent’s flaps were yanked open with a force that sent them flapping wildly against the tent’s sides. Aemond stormed inside as she followed along behind him. His boots pounding the earth with a ferocious rhythm that echoed the thunder of his anger. Each step was a declaration, a defiant stamp that shook through the small, confined space. He grunted, throwing his sword and dagger away.

“Snow haired–,”

“–Do not call me that!” He hissed, pointing at her as he glared the seven hells out of her.

“Is your temper that short, Aemond?”

“My temper can be as short as I please.”

Ignoring her question, he sits down and looked away at her as he felt so defeated.

“Then why was it short today? Was it because of the doe?”

“No,” he coldly replied.

“Then what is it?” She asked again, sitting on the fur covered ground beside him. Then he felt it, her hand placed on his shoulder. “If it is not because of the doe, then what is it?” Her tone is careful and gentle. Aemond forgot the last time someone asked him why he was angry. Not why he did what he did, but why he was angry. He turned his head slightly towards her direction, but not fully showing her his vulnerability.

“When you first saw me, what was the first word that came to your mind?”

A comfortable silence.

A faint laughter of small children bleeding through the tent.

“Different,” she answered honestly.

“How so?” He asked, not daring to lock his eye with her.

“Your hair. It was silver. And your posture, your physique was not big and rough like northerners,” she explained further. “Did I scare you? When we exchanged words in that bridge?” Playing with the dagger he previously tossed away. “I know I should be, and I was at first. I was scared that you would not help me or my people,” she answered again. “But did I– scared you?”

“You’re asking the wrong person, snow hair.”

A chuckle erupted from him.

A genuine one.

“It all felt so easy back then. To kill, I mean. I rode Vhagar on dragon back and burned everything to the ground as I please,” he told her, spacing off to a distance recalling his rage and anger throughout the war. “She was my pride and glory— my dragon, Vhagar. The only thing that preserved my identity and power as a Targaryen prince,”

“So you were not a kind prince,” the spearwife pointed out, listening to every word he uttered.

“I believe so. A war cannot be won merely by someone occupying a position on a council or residing in a castle. It requires more than just strategic planning and oversight from a distance. Someone has to take direct action on the battlefield, face the dangers, and engage in the conflict firsthand. That was the role I had to take on, and I embraced it more than anyone.”

“But it was not a pure act, I must admit. All the bloodshed I have done were sins that I must pay— and I believe the way to pay for my sins were to suffer like them. The Gods kept me alive a little longer for me to endure the torture I have placed upon— innocent lives at war. I suffered when I placed my foot on winterfell. I suffered when I heard of my brother’s death. I suffered when the gods left me to realize that the war was not worth all the pain.”

Throwing his dagger aside, Aemond clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles paling. It was true—he was furious. His anger was directed at his own blind ambition during the war, the realization hitting him with a pang of regret. Everything he had fought for now seemed meaningless, and he was tormented by uncertainty about his family's fate. While he remained free in the wilderness, he could only wonder what had become of them, knowing he had abandoned them in the process.

Where is duty?

Lost in his own labyrinth of his mind, he didn’t feel her shift. Their arms touched as the wildling leaned on to speak,

“Everyone who took part in a war has ever felt that way, Aemond. They all thought about what-ifs to escape for a moment from their fate. A war must be won one way or another. But even the one who wins made as many sacrifices as you did. You both endured the same grief as the other.— Both spilled as much blood as the other.”

“But you are still alive now. You might see it as a punishment, but you have a purpose in life.” Placing her palm on his chest. “You are more than just a pawn at war. This place is not your realm anymore. We live beyond the wall and you are free. You are welcome to be anything, for the wilderness does not limit the people.”

“But what is my purpose if I am not a Targaryen? What is the purpose of being free if I know that the people I love are caged in the walls of—.” He halted, a pregnant pause.

Aemond swallowed a lump in his throat, desperate for an answer.

“Then that is your purpose, is it not? You are free so you could rescue your loved ones from misery. To lead my people back into the wall— pass through it and sail your ship home. Save them from their torment. When 5 people are trapped in a cage, without any of them escaping or letting loose from its cage, they would all be trapped in that cage forever. But you— have escaped. You are outside of your cage and it is your mission to find the key and let them all out.”

As the wildling’s words flowed, a spark of intrigue ignited in the the one eyed prince’s eye. Each carefully chosen phrase seemed to resonate deeply, building a sense of connection and understanding. His posture relaxed and their gaze sharpened with growing admiration. Slowly turning his head to face his now companion.

“How old are you, wildling?” He asked.

“I just turned twenty years of age. Why do you ask?”

“I am one year older than you, yet I feel like a boy beside you.”

She smiled gently at him, letting out a bashful chuckle.

“Your mind is clouded by your emotions. I am sure you are just as intelligent as anyone.”

The air crackled with a charged tension. The girl and the prince sat close, their proximity amplifying the intensity of their unspoken connection. Shadows danced on the fabric walls as they exchanged glances that lingered longer than usual, each look revealing a flicker of vulnerability and curiosity. The silence between them was thick, filled with an electric anticipation, as if every word they might speak could unravel the depth of their hidden emotions.

“Preserving my identity as a Targaryen means so much more to me than I can imagine,” he whispered.

“Then preserve it. Don’t let it slip away from your grasp.”

Their nose almost touched as Aemond felt his body drawn to her. The way she never felt him lesser, validating his feelings that no one could ever did in his life. Helping him to crawl out from his own darkness.

Her eyes still reminded him of the doe he failed to kill. He could devour her right now if he wanted, for she was supposed to be his prey and pawn. But something changed within him. He does not wish to over power her. He does not want to exploit her the way he did with the others. She was his prey but he did not want to make her as one.

He refused to kill the doe.

He refused to harm his doe.

His doe.

Brushing a strand of hair away from her face, he sighed. “But I have changed now. I am not the same person I was in the war,” he confessed.

“Then what shall you do about it?” She asked.

Reaching out for his dagger once more, he looked down upon the sharp edge of it. “The Targaryens were identified with its silver hair, and I would like to keep it that way.”

Taking her hand gently in his, he placed the dagger in her palm.

“But I want to leave bad omen from my identity. For I have changed. My hair was long when the war started— and now it has ended. It is time to cut away the man I once was.”

a/n: they’re evolving😈😈😈 STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER🌷✨🎀

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obsessive-valentine · 7 months ago

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Rating my Yanderes beds, because I can ✨

Barbarian!yan - Literally layers upon layers of soft warm fur on top of their equivalent of a mattress on top of a massive travelling box or two that double as bed frames. Most furs and blankets recently personally hunted/stolen for his darlings comfort bc he could sleep on a slab of stone and feel great in the morning so it’s safe to say it probably wasn’t as comfortable before he met darling. A princess and the pea situation bc he will keep adding throws and furs until darlings happy. Sounds like a dream but probably gets to hot now and then and a bed on top of wooden boxes can’t be that comfortable but at least it’s not the floor. Also didn’t own pillows before darling so stole some from a raid (that’s a funny visual) 8/10 - some points for effort

Vampire!yan - The most luxurious bed known to mankind, well darlings is, his is a literal coffin... darling has massive beautifully hand carved bed frame with a canopy, sleeps in silks and plush pillows fit for royalty. If that doesn’t fit darlings fancy there’s a few bedrooms in the manor that he can clean up for them, he just picked the most extravagant and comfortable for darling. 100/10

His actual ‘bed’ on the other hand -being the coffin- looks super cool and expensive, made from dark rich wood and a silk interior. Also does it’s job in keeping him safe from the sun or whatever. But very uncomfortable for a normal human and claustrophobic. -1/10

Farmer!yan - Nothing particularly concerning or great about the bed, it’s a sturdy handmade frame by his grandfather with maybe a 10yr old mattress at most. He’s also a type that could sleep on a stone slab and feel good from the most part on the morning so he doesn’t care that the mattress is a bit worn but will give in a pick up a new one if darling complains. Good at keeping up with laundry so the sheets are clean and soft so that counts for something. 4/10

Classic!yan - Did his research to customise his bed to darlings preferences, so when darlings kidnapped everything is new and comfortable. Great attention to detail because he gets sheets with darlings favourite colour on and many options for blankets and comforts like stuffed toys. Would be a 10/10 if it weren’t for the chain on darlings ankle being a part of the bed.

Childhood Fae!yan - He settles for nothing less than perfect, he’s spoilt and expects luxury so of course darling gets the best too. No where near as fancy as vampire yans but as comfortable, with a extravagantly carved dark wood frame that fits the dark academia vibe of his house. Very picky about the materials and firmness of his bed so he spent a lot of time perfecting it to be just right. Darlings sleeping good and extra points for having the best ambiance out of all the yanderes, I can imagine the room being so calming with the fireplace crackling and reading by candle light. 11/10

#yandere oc #yandere #x reader #yandere barbarian #yandere farmer #yandere vampire #yandere childhood friend #yandere fae #classic Yandere

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wannaeatramyeon · 2 years ago

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Word quantity: high. Word quality: low. You have been warned.

Goo Kim x Reader: School Days with Princess & the Delinquent

Chapter 9 - Please read chapter 1 first!

Shin Saimdang is apparently a notable historical figure for something or another.

Fact of the matter is, Goo doesn’t care. He couldn’t give a shit about her achievements and who she is. But he just wants to keep seeing her face all day, every day. The more of her the better.

Goo holds the 50,000 won note up to the sunlight, admiring the way it halos this Saimdang woman. Bringing it up to his lips, he presses a loud smooch to the 50,000 unmissable in the bottom left corner and then to her face printed in all its black and white glory.

Maybe he’ll do the same to the wad of bills sitting in his pocket later.

“This could be you and I’d still kiss it,” Goo grins, wiggling his eyebrows and nudging Gun Park with his elbow.

“Shut up.”

It is oft repeated for good reason, but here it comes again: Goo Kim fucking loves money.

Lives and breathes it. There’s very little he would not do to get his grubby little mitts on some.

That’s not to say Goo is not loyal. Of course he is, his loyalty just goes to the highest bidder.

And boy has Charles Choi gone all in with Goo, almost guaranteeing him a lifetime of luxuries and finer things in exchange for him getting some blood on his hands. That's fine with Goo, he is absolutely rolling in it with the Four Crews and his position in HNH.

Even having a partner like Gun Park is worth it for the bed of cash he sleeps on, his penthouse he lives in.

What can he say, he’s not a complicated guy. All his dreams have come true. So what if he needs to sacrifice his morals and ethics?

How does he sleep at night? On a handmade imported mattress and 2000 thread count sheets, thanks for asking.

He can picture his younger self, a little Goo Kim with his head full of natural black hair overgrown and ungroomed, wearing threadbare brandless scraps. Squinting and clumsily bumping in life until he saved and scraped enough for his first pair of glasses.

Goo wishes he could give this version of him a little assuring pat on the head to say there’s a lot of good things to come. And then probably kick his ass for getting dirt on his designer suit.

Later that evening, when Goo sinks into the obscenely oversized bathtub of the presidential suite, listening to Gun Park mutter to himself as he recounts the bags of cash, he thinks:

‘This is it. This is everything I need.’

But every now and then, a memory, clear as day, causes him to stop in his tracks.

Someone’s hair, who is just the right tone, catches his eyes.

A laugh, that is almost but not quite, turns his head.

Goo is still as two faced as ever. Happy to utter flatteries to someone’s face then stab them in the back.

Sweetheart, cupcake, handsome, beautiful, cutie flows from his lips like it’s nothing. Because it means nothing.

Yet he can’t bring himself to call anyone else Princess.

“What’s wrong with you?” Gun’s voice cuts through the blonde’s pensiveness.

Playing the role of bodyguards and with a little time to kill as they wait for Crystal (which in all honesty is a waste of Goo’s amazing talents but he doesn’t mind, he gets paid all the same), they both sit outside a cafe. Gun, occupied with his phone and Goo, occupied with his thoughts.

Goo snaps his mask back on, pasting on a smile that is pulled too wide, “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”

“If it’s about that girl,” Gun returns his attention to his screen, “Get over it.”

The directness of Gun’s words catch him off guard. It cuts him straight to the core. Has he been that obvious?

Goo swallows down any misgivings, instead stretching his grin impossibly wider and looking unhinged. A clear warning sign as any. “There’s no girl.”

Gun peers over to his partner, arching a single eyebrow and not saying anything more.

Another day, another dollar. Or another boring-ass corporate event.

Charles seems to be having the time of his life, mingling and schmoozing with some old corporate fuddy-duddies.

Goo thought it was surprising getting the CEO of HNH to some shitty little ribbon-cutting ceremony at a shopping mall, but apparently it’s something of a big deal; celebrating a new store opening of a very prestigious partner of HNH.

(Gun was sorely tempted to beat this fact into his thick skull. Clearly the four other times he had explained this to the blonde didn’t sink in.)

Alas, they are finally here. And it’s every bit as boring as Goo had thought it would be. He lets out a yawn, not bothering to cover his gaping mouth, which earns a glare from Gun and Crystal.

Goo nods his head towards the bathroom, signalling to his partner that he’s off for a comfort break.

Gun frowns, as if to say 'Don’t you dare leave. We’re on duty.'

Goo volleys with a smirk that communicates his response loud and clear. 'What? So you want me to piss all over the floor?'

Gun grunts in displeasure, giving a little shake off his head. 'Go. You’ve won this one.'

At the disappearance of Goo, your other friends start to reappear.

Really, you couldn’t blame them for holding you at arm’s length. You probably would have done the same looking in from the outside, if they had chosen to spend all their time with a delinquent too.

And they really have been sweet since they’ve been back, noticing your heartache and the constant cloud hanging over your head.

In an attempt to get you out of your funk, they’ve dragged you, kicking and screaming, on a day out. It should cheer you up as you wander store to store, hearing their laughter and banter again, offering to buy you little gifts as a pick-me-up.

It doesn’t work.

It actually does the opposite as you start to shrink in on yourself, guilty that you’re ruining what should be a very pleasant trip.

“What’s going on there?” One of your friends point out, and you don’t have the energy to care.

“That’s the big boss of HNH!” Another one chimes in, and they ooh and aah wondering if they should approach and ask for an internship.

You continue wandering on, leaving your friend group to debate the merits of that approach. Whether they’ll get tackled by security or lauded for their initiative.

As you move further and further away, you can’t help but feel eyes burning into the back of your head.

Gun watches you leave. He stays quiet when Goo returns.

In time, you begin to feel more like yourself.

The worry turns to anger and finally fizzles out to acceptance.

You try to move on but don’t forget Goo Kim. How can anyone truly forget Goo Kim, that whirlwind of a human being?

He entered your life, left behind a shine, and now has disappeared as mysteriously as he appeared.

You miss him in ways you didn’t know possible.

He haunts your days and nights.

You dream of bleached hair, sharp eyes behind glasses, and a sardonic smile.

You’re back at the top of the class again with your grades, though inside you miss being second best.

Exams come and go.

You do well.

With your results, your first choice university accepts you with a full scholarship.

You look forward to the future yet everything feels hollow without that presence in your life.

It pains you to even say his name.

#coming towards the end now #i dont think i should add in an extra chapter buuuut who knows #this whole fic is so self indulgent #i am so so sorry at the quality in advance #lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism x reader #lookism hc #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #goo kim #goo kim x reader #kim joongoo #school days with princess and the delinquent #kim joongoo x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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joyner111 · 25 days ago

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Some well-known furniture companies from around the world

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#furniture companies

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desertsafaricamp · 1 month ago

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Unforgettable Adventures: Desert Safari and Camel Rides in Jaisalmer

Introduction: A Gateway to the Golden Sands of Jaisalmer

Have you ever fantasized about a trip to a place where the golden dunes stretch on forever, framed by a scarlet sunset? Jaisalmer, the "Golden City" of India, offers an unparalleled blend of adventure, culture, and luxury. Every experience here, from opulent desert camps to thrilling camel safaris, will be filled with priceless memories. Why should you put Jaisalmer on your bucket list? What makes it special? Let's explore this paradisiacal desert and its enigmatic charms.

The Magic of Desert Safari in Jaisalmer

When it comes to seeing the raw beauty of Rajasthan, nothing matches a desert safari.

• A Thrilling Ride across the Sand Dunes

Desert safari in Jaisalmer offer adrenaline-pumping jeep rides that navigate the shifting dunes of the Thar Desert. Picture yourself skimming over golden waves with the wind rushing past—a sight straight out of an adventure film.

• Seize the Perfect Hour

The dunes are painted in shades of orange, red, and gold by the hypnotic interplay of light at sunrise and dusk. A photographer's dream come true, this location will be the picture-perfect setting for all your special moments.

What makes the top Jaisalmer desert safari camp the best option?

Camps that provide guided safaris with experienced individuals will ensure a stress-free trip. Enjoy a safe and comfortable desert safari in Jaisalmer at the Best Desert Safari Camp.

Camel Riding: An Imperial Adventure Through Time

A camel safari in Jaisalmer is one of the most famous things to do in Jaisalmer.

• Get Ready for the Desert Ship

The experience of slowly and intimately traversing the dunes on a camel, known as the "ships of the desert," is truly unforgettable. The whole thing brings back fond memories of the old trade caravans.

Experience the culture

Local villages, teeming with vibrant Rajasthani culture, will pop up along the route. Your journey is enhanced with every encounter, whether it's folk music or handmade crafts. No age group left out!

Whether you're an adventure-seeker or a family traveler, camel safaris are diverse and ideal for everybody.

Nature's Masterpiece: Sam Sand Dunes

Located 42 kilometers from Jaisalmer, the Sam Sand Dunes are the hub of desert tourism.

• Endless Waves of Sand

These dunes offer a panoramic perspective of the immense desert, stretching eternally into the horizon.

An evening of cultural extravagance

The evenings at Sam Sand Dunes come alive with traditional music, dance performances, and mouth-watering Rajasthani cuisine. Immerse yourself in the essence of Rajasthan on a visit here.

Keep your distance from the craze

The luxury campers near Sam Sand Dunes enable convenient access to these stunning dunes while delivering exceptional comfort.

Adorable Jaisalmer Tents: A Retreat Fit for a King

Luxury tent in Jaisalmer provides an unforgettable experience for those who want a mix of adventure and comfort.

• Luxurious and Cozy Accommodations

Equipped with luxurious mattresses, contemporary toilets, and traditional Rajasthani decor, these tents redefine glamping.

• As the Night Sky

Envision yourself spending the night under a starry desert sky. Luxurious tents offer the ideal combination of wild exploration and luxurious rest.

• Sustainable Tourism

To ensure that Jaisalmer's natural beauty is preserved, many luxury desert lodges support eco-friendly methods.

The Luxury Desert Camps: Redefining Opulence in the Sands

Luxury desert camp in Jaisalmer is more than just a place to stay—they’re an experience.

• Tailored Experiences

These camps provide individualized services to meet your every need, from guided safaris to campfires.

• A Genuine Rajasthani Greeting

Traditional rites, accompanied by folk music and aarti, will welcome you with a feeling of royalty.

Dishes That Move the Spirit

Under the open sky, savor the authentic Rajasthani cuisine that is lovingly cooked and served.

Why Does The Best Desert Safari Camp Jaisalmer Stand Out?

Immerse yourself in the true spirit of Jaisalmer sand dunes at this camp that blends opulence, tradition, and exploration.

Final Thoughts on Why Jaisalmer Is the Perfect Place for Your Next Vacation

So, what’s stopping you from embarking on this magical journey? Experience the epitome of adventure, culture, and opulence in Sam Sand Dunes Jaisalmer. Whether it’s the exhilarating desert safaris, tranquil camel rides, or sumptuous stays at luxury desert lodges, this golden metropolis has something for everyone. Jaisalmer’s golden sands will enchant you.

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dtaylor67 · 6 months ago

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The Impact of Luxury Hotel Mattresses on Quality of Sleep and Well-being ?

Sleep Like Royalty: The Impact of Luxury Hotel Mattresses on Your Well-being in Ireland

Have you ever returned from a luxurious hotel stay in Ireland feeling utterly rejuvenated? The plush bathrobes, the impeccable service — it all contributes to a truly restful experience. But often, the secret weapon behind that feeling of complete relaxation is the Luxury Hotel Mattress.

Beyond Comfort: The Science of Luxury Sleep

Luxury Mattress Brands, like those found in high-end Irish hotels, are designed with more than just comfort in mind. These mattresses are meticulously crafted using premium materials and innovative technology to have a profound impact on your sleep quality and overall well-being:

Superior Support and Pressure Relief: Unlike standard mattresses, Luxury Hotel Mattress Brands often employ intricate coil systems that conform to your body’s unique shape. This ensures proper spinal alignment, minimizes pressure points, and reduces aches and pains.

Enhanced Breathability: Luxury hotel mattresses frequently utilize breathable natural materials like latex or high-quality cotton. This allows for better air circulation, preventing overheating and promoting a cool, comfortable sleep environment — a significant benefit in the Irish climate.

Reduced Motion Transfer: Many luxury mattresses boast independent coil systems where movement on one side of the bed is minimized on the other. This is ideal for couples, ensuring uninterrupted sleep even if your partner tosses and turns.

The Investment in Your Health:

Luxury Bed Brands in Ireland understand that sleep is an investment in your health. A good night’s rest is crucial for physical and mental well-being, impacting everything from your mood and energy levels to your cognitive function and immune system.

Luxury Handmade Beds: The level of craftsmanship seen in luxury hotel mattresses is often unmatched. Luxury Bed Companies in Ireland may specialize in Luxury Handmade Beds, employing traditional techniques and meticulous attention to detail for unparalleled quality and durability.

Bringing Luxury Home:

While a stay at a luxurious hotel might be a treat, you can recreate that blissful sleep experience in your own bedroom. Many Luxury Mattress Brands offer similar models for purchase, allowing you to enjoy the benefits of a hotel-quality mattress night after night.

Investing in a good night’s sleep is an investment in yourself. By considering a Luxury Hotel Mattress from a reputable Luxury Bed Company in Ireland, you can elevate your sleep experience, improve your well-being, and wake up feeling refreshed and ready to conquer each day.

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bedroomkinguk · 6 months ago

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qayastronaut · 9 months ago

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Comparing: Silentnight Mattresses vs. Sleepeezee Mattresses

When it comes to selecting the perfect mattress, Silentnight and Sleepeezee stand out as two of the most reputable brands in the market. Each offers unique features designed to enhance sleep quality, making the choice between them a matter of personal preference and specific needs.

Silentnight Mattresses: The Epitome of Innovation

Silentnight has been a cornerstone in the mattress industry for over 70 years. Known for their continuous innovation, Silentnight mattresses incorporate advanced technologies to ensure a restful night's sleep. Their signature Miracoil and Mirapocket spring systems provide exceptional support and pressure relief. The Miracoil system features a unique, continuous coil design that spreads weight evenly across the mattress, reducing partner disturbance and offering tailored support for various body types. Meanwhile, the Mirapocket system includes individual springs encased in fabric pockets, allowing each spring to move independently for superior comfort and support.

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Silentnight also places a strong emphasis on eco-friendly materials. Their Eco Comfort Fibre™ layer, made from 100% recycled plastic bottles, not only promotes sustainability but also offers breathable comfort that keeps sleepers cool throughout the night. Additionally, Silentnight’s mattresses are hypoallergenic, making them a great choice for those with allergies or sensitivities.

Sleepeezee Mattresses: Luxurious Comfort and Craftsmanship

Sleepeezee, with a legacy spanning over 90 years, is synonymous with luxury and high-quality craftsmanship. Each Sleepeezee mattress is handmade by skilled artisans, ensuring meticulous attention to detail. One of the standout features of Sleepeezee mattresses is their use of natural fillings such as wool, silk, and cashmere, which provide a plush and breathable sleeping surface.

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Sleepeezee’s PocketSpring technology is a highlight, with each spring working independently to contour to the body’s shape, providing personalized support and minimizing motion transfer. This makes Sleepeezee mattresses ideal for couples, as movements on one side of the bed are less likely to disturb the other sleeper.

In addition to comfort and support, Sleepeezee is committed to sustainability. Their mattresses often include materials that are responsibly sourced and environmentally friendly, reflecting the brand's dedication to reducing its carbon footprint.

Conclusion: Choosing the Right Mattress for You

Both Silentnight and Sleepeezee offer exceptional mattresses that cater to different needs and preferences. Silentnight’s innovative spring systems and eco-friendly materials make them a great choice for those seeking advanced technology and sustainable options. On the other hand, Sleepeezee’s luxurious natural fillings and handcrafted quality appeal to those looking for a more traditional, opulent sleep experience.

Ultimately, the best mattress for you will depend on your specific sleep requirements, such as the level of support, type of materials, and any personal health considerations. By understanding the distinct advantages of Silentnight and Sleepeezee mattresses, you can make an informed decision that ensures a comfortable and restful night’s sleep.

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textileslut · 9 months ago

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i can't stop thinking about sheets.

when i moved last year from oakland, i sold off so many beautiful vintage and antique blankets collected compulsively over my 8 years in california. some of them i slept in, some of them i purchased because i simply couldn't bear the thought of someone else sleeping in them, or worse––cutting them up. i sold the jacquard woven baby blanket, the handmade flannel-backed cowboy quilt, a few quilts from my own studio... it was painful, but it was cathartic (not to mention i made a few much-needed bucks on the ordeal).

what i kept were only the most precious. there's the 1980s mass-produced green and pink sears quilt that i keep on my bed, the antique kimono-cloth indigo crib quilt that hangs on my wall, the tattered 1900s beauty i swore i'd repair which lives deep in a plastic bag in my closet. it's a sparse but meaningful handful of cloths.

i couldn't bear to bring any of the sheets. first of all, the bed i shared with my ex was a king-sized monstrosity which we found on craigslist in an attempt to make more room for ourselves between two dogs, which only served to give the dogs more room to stretch out between us, confining us to small patches of mattress miles away from one another, dooming us to a relationship devoid of fucking.

since i couldn't see myself ever wanting such a large bed or sharing another partnership separated by a canyonlike stretch ever again, the sheets weren't practical, however precious they'd been to be at one time or another.

the thing about sheets, for me, is that the thrill of a good set never wears off. somehow in my searching for an affordable (read: CHEAP) 100% linen sheet set, i found one that would fit the enormous bed for $35 from a brand that sells them new for upwards of $600. i snapped them up fast, and though they were a color i never intended to sleep in, each sleep felt like a gift.

there was the set i bought new (very unlike me!) at nordstrom rack––the thread count was low, but high enough to keep me from rolling around trying to find a spot that felt less abrasive on my skin. they were pink and blue, and purchased out of necessity while trout was being house trained. within minutes of struggling to snap them onto the behemoth, there was a fresh piss stain. i loved them for that, the trout sheets.

i did take a sheet from the lilac colored percale set. the lilac, my favorite color and flower, was luminous and warm. these were the sheets in which frankie and i would split forever, and i bought them only a few weeks before it happened, almost knowing that they would be the sheets of an empty king sized bed––sheets for a newfound freedom soft enough to comfort me in the difficult moments of an inevitable heartbreak. i slept in them exclusively after the breakup, counting down months and weeks and days to my departure from the house we shared. when i left, i took the top sheet, knotting it in the corners to use as a makeshift fitted sheet on my brand new queen sized mattress.

now i'm moving into a new (all to myself) apartment and i can't stop thinking about sheets. it seems that everyone has caught onto linen at this point, though the prices reflect a certain milennial-luxury lifestyle i'm totally unwilling to abide, as ever i guess. a brand called piglet-in-bed boasts yarn-dyed sheets in colors saturated enough to make you swoon for the low low price of $457 before tax and shipping. they do, however, offer a massive 10% off for joining their email list––to enter the site without sharing your information, you must allege "no, i do not want 10% off".

similar brands feel equally scammy. "100% organic linen" and "fair trade" labels are plastered all over minimalist sans-serif websites with no country-of-origin sources to match. these are not the sheets you are looking for!

i'm still feeling called to lilac. it's the color i saw the first time i ever kissed my current person, the one who sleeps on top of the lilac new-life sheet with me, all the way back in 2010. it's the color of my favorite flower, favorite feeling. maybe i'll find the perfect set, but i know that in moments when my body needs comfort, safety, a place to lay down, i can't stop thinking about sheets and how they truly never get old for me.

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texanmattress1 · 11 months ago

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sleephavenchoice · 11 months ago

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Sleeping Like Royalty: A Look into the World of Luxury Mattresses

Introduction:

In the pursuit of a good night's sleep, many individuals are turning their attention to the realm of luxury mattresses. As the importance of quality sleep gains recognition, people are increasingly investing in the finest bedding options to ensure not only restful nights but also a touch of opulence in their daily lives. This shift in consumer behavior has led to the rise of the luxury mattress market, where comfort meets craftsmanship, and individuals can indulge in the extravagance of sleeping like royalty.

The Definition of Luxury Mattresses:

A luxury mattress transcends the conventional understanding of bedding. It goes beyond merely providing a surface to sleep on; instead, it aims to create an immersive sleep experience. These mattresses are crafted with precision, using premium materials and advanced technologies to offer a combination of unparalleled comfort and support. From the choice of materials to the attention to detail in craftsmanship, every element is meticulously curated to elevate the sleeping experience.

Materials Fit for Royalty:

Luxury mattresses often feature a selection of high-quality materials that contribute to their superior comfort and durability. Among the favored materials are memory foam, natural latex, and advanced innerspring systems. Memory foam contours to the body's shape, providing personalized support and minimizing pressure points. Natural latex, derived from the sap of rubber trees, is known for its resilience and breathability, creating a cool and comfortable sleeping environment. Innerspring systems, often encased in pocketed coils, offer targeted support and motion isolation, ensuring an undisturbed sleep.

Innovations in Sleep Technology:

The world of luxury mattresses is not only defined by exquisite materials but also by cutting-edge sleep technology. Manufacturers are incorporating innovative features such as adjustable firmness settings, smart sensors, and cooling technologies to cater to individual preferences. Adjustable firmness allows users to customize the feel of their mattress, providing a personalized sleeping experience. Smart sensors track sleep patterns, offering insights into sleep quality and suggesting adjustments for optimal rest. Cooling technologies, such as gel-infused foams and breathable fabrics, address the issue of overheating, ensuring a cool and refreshing sleep environment.

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Craftsmanship and Design:

The craftsmanship of luxury mattresses reflects the commitment to excellence. These mattresses are often handmade, with skilled artisans paying attention to every detail. Intricate stitching, tufting, and embroidery add a touch of elegance to the mattress design, making it a visual centerpiece in the bedroom. The attention to aesthetics extends beyond the surface, with thoughtfully designed mattress covers and foundations that complement the overall luxurious feel.

The Importance of a Good Night's Sleep:

Investing in a luxury mattress goes beyond the desire for extravagance; it is a commitment to overall well-being. Quality sleep is essential for physical and mental health, and the right mattress plays a crucial role in achieving this. A luxury mattress provides the necessary support to maintain proper spinal alignment, reducing the risk of back pain and discomfort. Additionally, the comfort and plushness of these mattresses contribute to a more relaxed and restful sleep, promoting a positive impact on mood and cognitive function.

Choosing the Perfect Luxury Mattress:

Selecting the ideal luxury mattress involves considering individual preferences and requirements. Factors such as preferred firmness, sleep position, and any specific health considerations should guide the decision-making process. Visiting specialty mattress stores, where knowledgeable staff can provide personalized recommendations, is often a helpful step in finding the perfect luxury mattress.

Conclusion:

The world of luxury mattresses offers a haven of comfort, craftsmanship, and opulence for those who seek the best in sleep quality. As more individuals recognize the importance of investing in their sleep, the market for luxury mattresses continues to flourish. Embracing a luxury mattress is not merely a splurge; it is an investment in one's well-being, providing a nightly retreat where individuals can truly sleep like royalty – surrounded by the finest materials, innovative technologies, and unparalleled comfort.

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