#Personalised Greetings Card

[myhadiya2]

From Eid to Weddings: How Personalized Islamic Cards Can Enhance Any Celebration

Celebrations hold a special place in our hearts, and adding a personal touch to these moments can make them even more memorable. At My Hadiya, we understand the significance of marking milestones with heartfelt gestures, which is why we offer a range of personalized Islamic cards and gifts that cater to every occasion. From Eid to weddings, and everything in between, our personalized Islamic cards are designed to enhance your celebrations in a truly unique way.

Eid Celebrations

Eid is a time of joy and togetherness, and what better way to express your wishes than with a Personalized Islamic Card? Our Eid cards feature beautiful Islamic motifs and custom messages, allowing you to convey your heartfelt greetings to family and friends. Whether you’re looking for something traditional or contemporary, our range of Islamic Greetings Cards ensures that your Eid wishes stand out. For additional information, please visit our Facebook page.

Weddings

Weddings are a significant event in any culture, and Islamic weddings are no exception. Our Personalized Islamic Wedding Cards are crafted to reflect the elegance and sacredness of this special day. With custom designs and personalized messages, these cards make a thoughtful keepsake for the newlyweds. To complement your wedding gifts, consider our Personalized Islamic Mugs or Personalized Halal Chocolates, which add a personal touch to your wedding presents. Please visit our Instagram account to learn more.

Anniversaries

Marking the anniversary of a special occasion, such as a wedding or milestone, with a Personalized Islamic Anniversary Card shows thoughtfulness and care. Our cards can be customized with meaningful messages and designs, making them a perfect way to celebrate enduring love and commitment.

Umrah and Hajj

For those embarking on the spiritual journey of Umrah or Hajj, our Personalized Umrah Greeting Cards offer a meaningful way to convey prayers and good wishes. Accompany your cards with Personalized Umrah Chocolates for a sweet and thoughtful touch. These gifts are not only beautiful but also practical for those traveling on their sacred journey.

New Beginnings

Welcoming a new baby is a joyous occasion that deserves to be celebrated with a special touch. Our New Baby Cards are designed to capture the excitement of welcoming a new life, and can be personalized with names, dates, and warm messages. Pair these cards with our range of Personalized Gifts, such as Personalized Mugs or Personalized Chocolates, to make the occasion even more memorable.

Everyday Moments

Personalized cards aren’t just for special occasions. Whether it’s a birthday, a simple thank you, or just because, our Personalized Birthday Cards and Personalized Greetings Cards can turn ordinary moments into cherished memories. By adding a personal touch, you show that you care and that your message comes from the heart.

Conclusion

At My Hadiya, we believe that every celebration deserves to be remembered in a unique and personal way. Our range of Personalized Islamic Cards and Gifts are designed to add a special touch to your moments, whether they are grand or simple. Explore our collection and find the perfect card or gift to make your next celebration truly unforgettable. Shop Now: https://myhadiya.com/ Email us: info@myhadiya.com

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Unlocking the Power of A5 4pp Greetings Cards: Elevate Your Message and Stand Out in Style

Looking for unique, sustainable greeting card solutions? A5 4pp greetings cards combine style, customisation, and eco-friendly options for impactful messages that align with your brand values.

In an era of digital communication, physical greeting cards hold a unique charm that no email or text can match. For business owners, artists, event planners, and charities, A5 4pp greetings cards are versatile tools that allow a blend of creativity and professionalism. Not only do they create memorable experiences, but they also serve as powerful branding and marketing tools. This guide dives…

[fictionalmenxyn]

Frat!rafe is the type… (NSFW and language)

Frat!rafe is the type to greet you with a dap up then kiss each knuckle to show your not a bro but his girl.

Frat!rafe is the type to keep his arm loosely around your shoulder or waist till either a guy he doesn’t know or doesn’t like gets close. Then he be gripping on to you for dear life!

Frat!rafe is the type to occasionally give you temple kisses or cheek kisses around his frat guys. But pecks on the lips around other guys. Thinking you can’t tell, but you most definitely can.

Frat!rafe is the type to hug you from behind if you’re finishing up in class or you’re both working on a project together. He’d try to get your attention while you work.

Frat!rafe is the type of show off that he’s only showing of to you. If you both play sports, best believe he’s trying his hardest to show you his skills. If he sees you watching, he’s definitely sending a wink your way or a funny yet cringy mouthing ‘call me’ and doing the phone gesture. Already knowing he’s got you.

Frat!rafe is the type to get to know your friends better, so he knows you through and through. If you’re a big person when it comes to friendships. Best believe frat!rafe is getting close to your friends and becoming their friends. Showing you he respects your friendships and your beliefs. Also showing he can be supportive on your opinions and what you want.

Frat!rafe is the type to listen to the gossip!! This guy lives for it. He definitely won’t show it. But only you can know he loves it. So your daily trips to the frat house, can also brokke gossip seshs! He’d make sure to have your favourite snacks. Favourite drink. Everything. Just so he can know what girl hooked up with what guy or who fought who.

Frat!rafe is the type to practically cradle you in his arms as he listens to how your day was. Or if you have random rants. He’s a good listener, only for you. If it was one of the boys. It’s in one ear, out the other. But for you? Talk all day, he’s got ears for you. He’d nod, occasionally brush strands of hair out of your face. Occasionally kissing your forehead. Add little comments or thoughts, sometimes questions. He was smart when it came to you. He knew you better than yourself. So he’d know when to ask questions, to keep you talking longer. He loved your voice and your thoughts.

Frat!rafe is the type to buy small gifts, knowing you didn’t do expensive (unless you do, then that’s a different story). He’d buy small trinkets or things that ‘reminded him of you’. Just an excuse to splash his cash on you. Even if it only costed five dollars. If you wanted a piece of clothing or something that you wanted but was over a ‘budget’ you had. Expect it at your sorority doorstep a week later. A personalised card on the inside. ‘Don’t even try to give me a lecture about buying you stuff, I wanted to, love you loads, baby. From RF <3’

Frat!rafe is the type to ask you if you’re okay halfway through and at the end of each ‘intimate’ sessions. ‘You alright? Didn’t go too rough on ya?’ ‘Sure? I know you like and shit, but I don’t wanna hurt you, baby…’

Frat!rafe is the type to change positions, let you finish in your favourite position. While he’ll finish in his. So neither of you could complain, but he thought it was sweet of him to be THAT thoughtful.

Frat!rafe is the type to make you finish the same amount of goals/points you scored if you play sports. Like if you scored three goals in soccer, best believe you’re having a good night.

Frat!rafe is the type to have the sloppiest yet downright best sex if he won a game in football. Just know you’re both having a good night if he wins. Just cause HE won the game, doesn’t mean you aren’t getting a treat either.

Frat!rafe is the type to give you a small peck on the lips after rough sex. Cause he feels a little bad sometimes after you ask to go harder. You asked, ok? So? He still will feel bad. Even if you enjoyed it. You’re his girl. He wants to make you feel good. Even if it’s rough. He’ll still treat you like the princess you are.

Frat!rafe is the type to take long showers with you. Both sexually and non. He just likes the warm water running over you both. He LOVES washing your hair. He loves when you use your small thumbs on his large back muscles. Groaning and loaning at the magic your fingertips hold.

Frat!rafe is the type to only come to you for medical help or massages. Go to the team’s medic? No. Go to the college’s physiotherapist? Hell no. Not when he’s got his girl training for those things. He’s her test subject. And he still benefits from it. So it’s a win-win.

Frat!rafe is the type to cuddle you. So much, it’s cute, but not funny to him. Like it’s his lifeline. Just got in his room? Get on the bed and lay there so he can lay on you. Staying the night? Cuddles. Watching movies? Cuddles. Standing there doing nothing? Cuddles from behind. This guy loves cuddles till the end of time. AND WONT ADMIT IT. EVEN IF ITS OBVIOUS.

Frat!rafe is the type to love his baby girl. Always and forever. He’ll show it in so many ways. Whatever way you want. He’ll show it. You’re his girl, his girl gets treated well. Very well..

[bess-sliman]

Watercolor Balloon Birthday Folded Thank You Card

Watercolor Balloon Birthday Folded Thank You Card

easily customize Watercolor Balloons girl Birthday thank you card design with your text ,

[minimees]

Here are some personalised cards that the artist/creator, Monica, has made in the past

[dontsh0vethesun]

secret admirer

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melissa schemmenti x reader

i'm not good at writing fluff :( , valentines day, a little kiss, that's it

wc: 1.2k

You drove to school alone this Valentine’s Day, arriving just on time after waking up later than you should have. By the time you reached the break room, it was practically empty, with just a few of your colleagues milling about, savouring the last few minutes before the children arrived.

You approached the counter to pour your morning coffee but, beside the empty pot was your favourite mug. The lid was on to keep the drink warm, just as you always have it, and a note with your name and a smiling face was stuck to its side. You smiled fondly at the gesture, taking a sip gladly to taste the beverage concocted just to your liking. Today was already off to a good start.

…

You’d given in to the holiday with heart-shaped decorations hanging from the walls; your class had practically forced you into making them, and the afternoon prior was dedicated to cutting out pink and red paper and glueing strips together into chains. Today, by popular request, you spent the morning decorating cards. By your instruction, the children created messages of friendship for the person sitting beside them with a painfully large amount of glitter spread across the desks. The sparkling pinks and purples will stay cemented into the carpet for eternity, you’re sure.

Janine made her rounds through the corridors with her usual grin and a wicker basket full of cardstock trimmed into rounded hearts. Somehow, she’d managed to personalise enough messages for all of the children in the second and third grades. Apparently, she had aimed to conquer the whole school, but after getting cramp more than once, she settled on her two favourite grades instead.

“Hi, everyone,” she smiled when she walked in, earning a few waves from the class whilst they focussed on their work. You’d tricked them into working on the curriculum by making each and every task painfully Valentine’s themed. “Cupid comes bearing gifts. I’m Cupid, by the way, I didn’t just let some random guy bring candies for the kids,” she added, making you laugh just as her mumblings often do.

“Everybody show Cupid your good manners,” you spoke as Janine placed her gifts in front of each student. She was rewarded with polite ‘thank yous’ from your whole class until her basket was finally emptied besides one more token of adoration.

“You have a secret admirer,” she smiled excitedly when she approached you, handing you a chocolate rose and a sealed envelope. You felt your cheeks heat up at the attention and the precise, cursive lettering of your name in golden pen.

You waited for the class to settle down again before you peeled it open, pulling out the simple square of white card inside. It was brief and vague but enough to make your heart thump against your chest and your stomach swarm with an excitement that sent a shiver through you. The sender merely wished you a good day with a clumsily scribbled bouquet of flowers - it was beyond endearing.

…

Your eyes met Melissa’s for the first time of the day when you walked into the breakroom for your lunch; she greeted you with a smile that made you swoon and a wink before she showed you the lunch she’d brought in for you. It was years ago that she began bringing you homemade meals, but the sweet novelty of it could never begin to fade away; each forkful was a hug from the older woman, a piece of her to show she cares. From the very first time she pushed a tupperware container your way, you’ve always pondered the fact that - in those moments - her lips taste just the same as yours.

Unfortunately for you, the seat beside the woman who harboured your affections was not free. Instead, you settled on the one across from her. You settled on fleeting glances, selfishly wanting her attention to be on you whenever she spoke, fidgeting in your seat just so she would glance in your direction.

Wordlessly, she slid a packet of your favourite candy your way once you’d licked your fork clean of your final bite - nobody mentioned the soft fondness of her actions.

She walked with you back to your class just as she always does. Considering her classroom is directly opposite yours, it’s not much of a detour, but you appreciate the beating of your heart it causes to quicken.

“Heard you got a secret admirer,” she winked with a bump of her shoulder into yours, you giggled bashfully and almost hid your face from her gaze - you’d have shied away if her eyes weren’t so captivating. “Any idea who it is?”

“Not sure,” you answered. “But I think I know who I want it to be.”

There was a takeout cup of hot chocolate from your favourite coffee shop down the street sitting next to a Valentine-themed cupcake on your desk. You wondered how it got there while happily laughing at the sight. This secret admirer was going above and beyond.

…

By the time you were able to leave for the day, the majority of your colleagues had already uttered a goodbye as they passed your room. After a meeting with a parent, your late departure left your car with empty spaces around it - you didn’t recognise any of the vehicles still there, and you wondered if they were all getting ready for dates right now.

As you approached your car with your keys in hand, you saw the distinct shape of a bunch of flowers tucked beneath the windscreen wipers. The time and attention spent on you made your head swim gleefully, and you couldn’t help but grin at the note - your cheeks were beginning to hurt. That same writing that made your name look more beautiful than you could’ve imagined, gave the simple instruction of a location and time. You had to hurry to make sure to be ready for 6 PM.

…

The restaurant was filled with couples; you could tell that some were on first dates with awkward conversations and fleeting eye contact. You weaved through the nauseatingly large amount of patrons to where you saw familiar auburn hair. The lightly curled locks fell down her back, sitting against the green satin of her dress; you could see her leg crossed over the other and the finger that trailed along the stem of a wine glass.

You could hear the thrumming of your pulse as you grew nearer.

Your hand grazed the skin of her shoulder once you reached her, and Melissa peered up at you from where she sat, grazing her sights over your figure appreciatively.

“Hi, hon,” she breathed. “Surprised?”

“So surprised,” you giggled, feeling her grin against your lips when you leaned down to greet her with a kiss.

“You look gorgeous, babe,” she added whilst you sat down. Your cheeks burned beneath her compliment.

“So do you,” you returned. “Everyone in here must be jealous that I’m on a date with a Phillie eleven.”

“Flatterer,” she scoffed. You basked in the pink tinting of her cheeks and watched the way her tongue slid over her bottom lip as she looked at you.

“I’ve gotta say,” you started teasingly, watching her over the rim of your glass as you took a sip. “You could’ve given me a challenge.”

“Hm?” she smirked with a tilt of her head.

“Well, it’s not difficult to guess who your secret admirer is when you’ve been married to them for two years.”

[little-annie]

Another WIP Weekend is ahead of us!

Have I worked on different WIPs every weekend 😝 yes, yes I have. Am I going to start working on the same ones from now on? TBD

🏔 Eddie Bang- I can't reveal anything about this WIP until art claims have been completed, but still, I need to desperately work on it. MAKE ME WORK ON IT.

💼 Businessman Steve- This guy has been sitting in my drafts for too long. It's a 5 & 1 of times concierge Eddie has encountered Steve Harrington, the son of business mogul Richard Harrington. At first Eddie isn't sure of the young businessman who seems to have a sex and drug problem, but as he gets to know Steve through these few encounters, Eddie comes to find Steve is living a life he truly despises. Through these few encounters they become friends and eventually by the end fall in love.

🤘🏻 Role Reversal Steddie AU- @tinytalkingtina and I have been expanding our world of Trackstar!Eddie and Metalhead!Steve and can't wait to share with you all that we've created.

⛺️ Steddie Set Up- Steve and Eddie meet on a camping trip organised by the kids. Clueless to the fact that they've been set up they become fast friends and soon a couple.

You know the drill. In an ask send me the emojis of the fic(s) you'd like me to work on and post updates.

What exists of 💼 as of now, below the cut.

There's a commotion at the double doors of the hotel lobby, multiple men spilling in all at once. Tailored suits, expensive watches, and the numbers of their mistresses hardly hidden in their phones.

Every one of them looks like an asshole.

From where Eddie sits behind the reception desk doodling in his notebook, he inwardly sighs before standing and tugging at his stiff uniform to at least appear professional. Black slacks and a white button down that he's had to treat for Ketchup stains more times then he cares to count. It's the least personalised thing he owns and with the added fact of not being allowed to wear jewellery or have his hair down, he just feels like another cog in the machine.

God he hates his job.

"Good morning, Sir," Eddie says with feigned composure as one of the suit and tied assholes of this month's conference approaches the front desk. The guys sporting a full head of salt and peppered hair, thick and perfectly coiffed on the top of his head. Eyes haunting, smile sinister in a way that's much too menacing for Eddie's taste. Shark like in the way it makes Eddie feel pinned down like a hopeless piece of prey.

"Harrington, Richard Harrington," the man says with a thundering voice instead of a greeting, slapping his credit card and ID onto the marble countertop between them and turning his back to say something snappy to the man at his rear.

Harrington, Eddie thinks with distaste, remembering the name from his first day on shift. Richard, the pompous prick, was yelling at the poor woman training Eddie because she forgot to make sure his room came stocked with higher end liquor than their Luxury Suites usually did. Really, it was something so small it could have been handled with just a phone call down to the front desk. It's a rather vivid memory and Eddie's sure that at the time if that would have been suggested the man would've dropped dead of a heart attack.

Though really, would that have been so awful?

He's seen the man far too many times since. Monthly business conferences and meetings at the hotel keep the entirety of Harrington and Associates forever coming through the lobby doors.

Much to Eddie's dismay.

He sighs at the thought of the many more encounters to come, watching as the vein bulges from the side of Richard's head and he turns a rather grotesque shade of red. Eddie feels bad for the man Richard's snapping at. It's obvious not much has changed other than the jerk sporting a few more wrinkles and grey hairs.

With a hardly contained eye roll, Eddie types 'Harrington' into the system, the keyboard clicking under his fingertips before two separate bookings pop up on the screen. One for Richard and another for a Stephen.

Eddie hums in thought, as familiar as this gaggle of assholes are, he doesn't remember a Stephen from the past bookings.

Must be new. And related. Poor bastard, Eddie thinks absent-mindedly. He can't imagine working for this guy, let alone being his son, though, maybe this Stephen's no different.

He grimaces at the thought and hopes he doesn't have to meet the man if he is.

Quietly, as not to disrupt the hissing match happening in front of him, Eddie finishes checking Mr. Dick Harrington into the hotel. Sliding the room key, credit card and ID in the man's direction, Eddie watches as Richard does nothing but continue to berate the man before him. Something about scheduling or mergers or what the fuck ever that Eddie really doesn't have the time or energy to give even a single shit about.

From the edge of the crowd of assholes a young man steps in to grab the cards and quite frankly Eddie couldn't give two shits if this guy's helping or stealing from the rich bastard. Though by the near matching formal attire and the way no one bats an eye, he supposes he at least works for the guy.

Or…

“Steve Harrington,” the young, startlingly beautiful man says as he picks up his apparent father's ID and replaces it with his own on the marble countertop.

There's a cute twist to his lip when he talks and Eddie already hates himself for staring, but how can he not?

This is Richard's son?

No

No

Mr. Tall Tan and Beautiful cannot have come from that.

But the matching square of their jaws, tilt to their cheeks and hazel of their eyes begs to differ.

Fucking hell.

He's probably just as much of a prick.

The pretty ones always are.

The straight ones too.

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, willing his apparent blush to go down Eddie nods once and selects the only obvious choice of name in the booking system.

Stephen Harrington.

He can feel the man's eyes boring into him as he's typing, searing almost in their stare, so much so Eddie wonders if he has something on his face or if the guy just has zero social skills.

Chancing a glance up his suspicions are proven right and Steve doesn't so much as move, his eyes not meeting Eddie's but staring a little lower.

Eddie swallows, the judgement feeling heavy as he pulls the collar of his shirt higher, making sure there's no evidence of ink or any other bad decisions peeking out from the white buttoned around his neck.

It wouldn't be the first time some business asshole had something to say about his tattoos or the occasional hickey concealer failed to hide.

“605,” Eddie says almost mechanically after placing Steve's room key between them, his voice finally drawing the man's eye away from his throat.

Steve coughs into his fist, nods and grabs his and his fathers remaining cards and room keys but he doesn't leave. Navy blue suit and eyes Eddie thinks will take him weeks to forget, Steve remains standing before him, chewing on his bottom lip until he… he does a quick once over of Eddie. Top to bottom. Head to tail. Hazel eyes scanning, judging, making Eddie's skin feel like it's on fire for completely other reasons.

Then without a second's notice he looks from side to side rather hastily and leans into Eddie's space across the marble countertop, the sound of his elbow meeting the surface between them, a dull thud.

He smells like the pine of a forest floor and the musk of a man who's been nothing but busy and exhausted for weeks.

But God it's doing something to Eddie and he hates it.

Steve works his jaw in an odd way, rubbing at the muscle before he asks in a hushed tone, “There uh, there any clubs around here, for the, you know,” he lifts his hand to drop his wrist limply, fluttering his lashes as he continues, “variety?”

He's asking Eddie if there's any gay clubs around.

He's asking Eddie if there's any gay clubs around?

What the fuck?

Eddie bristles, already feeling his brows pull into a glare. He's making fun of him. These businessmen always do.

It's not like he's wearing a pride flag anywhere or skipping through the fucking halls, but somehow these pricks always seem to pick up on his preferences.

It's been years and only once has anyone been genuine in their inquiry.

So genuine in fact that Eddie found himself with his dick in the guy's mouth not more than thirty minutes later when he went out for his smoke break.

But a Harrington? Richard's son?

He thinks Hell will sooner freeze over.

Really if anything Eddie wants to tell the guy to fuck off, but he can't because professionalism.

So he does the next best thing.

If the guy's gonna be a judgy dick, well…

In a matter of seconds Eddie prints off a map of the city that has each and every gay bar starred and hands it to Steve with a very fake and falsely enthusiastic, “Enjoy you stay in the city Mr. Harrington, I hope you find what you're looking for.”

And then before he even has a chance to catch the guy's reaction, he's waving towards the crowd, calling out “next please” and moving to the other computer to check in the next asshole.

[missn11]

Chibi Bat Collection now available!

Honduran White Bats Greeting Card

Fruit Bat Greeting Card

Pallid Bat Greeting Card

Vampire Bats Personalised Greeting Card

💖🦇💖🦇💖🦇💖Happy New Year! I hope you all had a wonderful time over the holidays :3

I've released a collection of Chibi Bats which includes greeting cards, phone cases and hardcover journal/notebooks!

We have four chibi designs Pallid bat, Fruit bat, Honduran White Bats, Vampire bats

These are all available now on my Etsy store Bonschelle 💖🦇💖🦇💖🦇💖

Cute Chibi Bats with Heart Phone Case

Personalised Cute Notebook Vampire Bats

Personalised Cute Chibi Notebook, Pallid Bat with Heart

Personalised Cute Chibi Honduran White Bats

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⸻⸻   ﹕ HALLOWEEN  SPECIAL ⠀ › ⠀ FREAK NIGHT. 

❝ THE DARKNESS IS SWEEPING OVER GLASSHOUSE WITH NEW, BLOOD-CURDLING FRIGHTS LURKING ABOUT ! ❞

the time has come – GLASSHOUSE fans' favourite holiday of the year, aka, HALLOWEEN. the people have been waiting a year in suspense for the company's annual event, and they haven't been disappointed with this year's celebration. at the end of september, GLASSHOUSE posted on their official website a link for something they called FREAK NIGHT. just like the previous year, you'd have to pre-order the tickets, and the winners would be randomly picked, while those who haven't been selected would receive a signed album of their choice and a virtual fan meet.

the event was happening on an abandoned farm, where fans would be thrown into a extended maze and would try to escape it before their beloved idols "kill" them. the people involved would be randomly assigned into groups of five to seven, which would then have to work together to escape the FREAK NIGHT safe and sound. once the fans safely found an exit, they would receive a card with a mysterious link written on it. the link would then bring them to GOOGLE FORMS, where people had to provide proof they were at the event, write their address and favourite group / singer to receive a tote bag of goods, which would be filled with the [ CHOSEN ARTIST ]'s 2024 SEASON's GREETINGS ( SMART ALBUM VERSION ), an album with BEHIND THE SCENES of the event, FREAK NIGHT's official POSTCARD, CANDY SET which was personally picked by the [ CHOSEN ARTIST ], JIGSAW PUZZLE, official [ CHOSEN ARTIST ]'s HOODIE and a PERSONALISED LETTER, commemorating their time at the GLASSHOUSE's FREAK NIGHT.

the event proved successful not just for the fans, but also for artists from different companies who entered the fun maze, which was shared on instagram for the rest of the world to see! GLASSHOUSE was praised for their dedication during the annual holiday and the company was mentioned in various american magazines for such a cool and interesting approach to interacting with fans.

⸻⸻   ﹕ ARTIST  ONE ⠀ › ⠀ STUPID  CUPID.

CHESKA as THE QUEEN OF HEARTS

AIMEE as MISA AMANE

TOMIE as ZOMBIE BARBIE

JEANNE as THE NUN

VIVA as PETSHOP OF HORRORS' MEDUSA

⸻⸻   ﹕ ARTIST  TWO ⠀ › ⠀ PRDX.

YOHAN  as  JOKER 

LIGHT  as  CHUCKY 

ADRIEN  as  JACK FROST 

DASHI  as  PENNYWISE 

MIKEY  as  TERMINATOR 

CHASE  as  VOODOO DOLL 

KOI  as  KANEKI KEN

⸻⸻   ﹕ ARTIST  THREE ⠀ › ⠀ RAEVIL.

MARIE  as  CRUELLA 

MILA  as  MALEFICENT 

JUNKO  as  MOTHER GOTHEL

FRENI  as  JADIS THE WHITE WITCH 

DEE  as  EVIL QUEEN 

YAOYAO  as  QUEEN NERISSA 

SOONYI  as  URSULA

⸻⸻   ﹕ ARTIST  FOUR ⠀ › ⠀ JADED.

SAGE as JULIET ( matching with DØTT's GYEONGSU _ ROMEO )

SOREN as SPIDERWOMAN

CLEM as a FAIRY

YUKYUNG as MIA THERMOPOLIS

NAKYUNG as JAWBREAKERS' QUEENCARD ERA

PERLA as ICE SPICE

⸻⸻   ﹕ ARTIST  FIVE ⠀ › ⠀ SOLOISTS.

MEW  as  CHER HOROWITZ

HERO  as a  CLICKER ( THE LAST OF US ) 

KAEDE as a CORRUPTED FAIRY

ROSARIO  as  AMANDA YOUNG

[writeyouin]

So, after some serious thought, I think I will commit myself to Patreon.

Some ideas I've had for it are:

Short Stories

Fairytale Retellings

Poetry

Personalised greeting card poetry in case you can't think of something to write for your family.

Short stories based on ideas readers would send to me.

While I'm considering this, please tell me (even if you have no plan to subscribe) what you would like to see on a writer's patreon.

Of course, I will still write fanfic for Tumblr but for copyright reasons, I wouldn't put it on patreon. This would be for my work.

[myhadiya2]

Personalised Gifts

Make your gifts unforgettable with My Hadiya's personalised options. Choose from a variety of custom gifts that add a personal touch to every occasion.

[artthemasquerade]

Colourful Clouds digital art series out now!

Pink Neon Evening Poster Print, Wall Art, Digital Illustration, Original Graphic Art, A3, A4, A5

☁️🌤️🌥️🌨️Due to my love of how the colours of the sky changes through out the day and painting them I have released a collection that includes greeting cards, eco phone cases, notebooks/journals and an original art poster that comes in A3, A4 and A5! This collection is now available in my Etsy store Bonschelle!☁️🌤️🌥️🌨️

Colorful Clouds Eco Phone Case fits iPhone and Samsung, Biodegradable Phone Case, i14, i13, i12, S22, S21, S20, Lilith, Siren

An eco friendly phone case to fit Samsung phones and iPhones featuring artwork by the artist Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882). The design is printed on the back of the case. Choose from one of 3 digital art designs that were inspired by my love of watching the sky change from evening to nighttime.

Flexible, tough, scratch resistant

Raised rim design to protect the screen

MagSafe compatible (magnetic ring not included)

Back printed design

Matt finish

100% Biodegradable (bioplastic and bamboo fibre mix)

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Fully bodegrades in compost after approximately six months

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Card making... (Ten x Eight fluff [can be platonic or romantic])

Since Christmas is soon, I have decided to make some fluff to bring a bit of warmth to this cold season. Enjoy! ^^

It was afternoon in Ten's house. Eight was there to hang out with Ten, every now and then. He was sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for Ten. Ten was busy making cards for his friends in his room.

Eight decides to check up on Ten. He approaches the door to Ten's room. He gently knocks on the door. "Ten..?" Ten gets up from his desk and opens the door. "Oh! Sorry I kept you waiting!" Ten chuckles sheepishly, blushing slightly. "It's fine. What were you doing?" "I was making christmas cards for everyone else, since Christmas is in a few days." "Hm... You want me to help?" "Oh- uhm- Sure! I could always use a helping hand! Come in!" Eight enters Ten's room.

Ten's room is neat and tidy, except for his desk. Materials, and envelopes were on the desk. Ten sits at his desk. "Here, you can help me decorate the cards, while I can write the personalised greetings in the cards. How does that sound?" Eight takes the cards. "Sounds good." Moments later, the two got to work on the cards. Every now and then, they'd show each other what they've worked on to get each other's opinions. Within fifteen minutes, the two finished making the cards. Ten begins putting them in the envelopes. Ten chuckles, as he smiles warmly. "You know, we should do things like this more often." Eight remains stoic, yet his expression softens. "Yeah. It's not often that we do things like this. To be honest, it's nice that we spend time together like this." Ten nods happily. "Mhm! Well said!"

The two sit closely together, their shoulders barely touching each other as they admire their hard work. Eight's cheeks have a slight red hue, because of how close he was to Ten physically. He averts his eyes a bit for a moment and looks back at Ten. Ten has a warm smile on his face, his eyes are gleaming with life and passion. Despite the coldness and harshness of the winter, Eight could feel the warmth, as he gets closer to Ten. He makes a small smile, happy that he could see Ten smile.

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Friends in the UK! Taking a lil' break from fandom stuff to give a Christmas present suggestion, either for yourself or a book lover you know.

My friends run a vintage book subscription box and they always do a special little something around Christmas. I cannot recommend this enough, tbh, it's such a lovely little treat. Not only are they lovely little gifts, but you'd also be supporting a small business in a time when being a small business owner is nothing if not a challenge.

The Yuletide bundles are amazing, but if you got some more money to spend I'd also highly recommend looking at the subscriptions because my god, they are beautiful and personalised to your preferences.

Spread the word <3

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you know the ‘SomeTHing about you GURL’ song and music video? Yeah old man eddie sings that to Steve regularly and actually has recorded himself singing it into those personalised greeting cards that play messages when opened.