#Soft Loop Bag Market

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Soft Loop Bag Market Advanced Technology and New Innovations by 2027

Soft loop bags are multi-purpose plastic bags, used as ready-to-carry bags for various consumer goods. These bags have a high strength to weight ratio, this makes them suitable for a wide range of kinds of products. Commonly used soft loop bags are made of low-density polyethylene (LDPE). Soft loop bags find large scale application in retail packaging as they provide increased stability to fragile goods and provides an upscale appeal to the package.

Manufacturers provide soft loop bags with and without gussets. Soft loop bags with gussets are expandable and this facilitates their use for short-distance travel. Storage in these bags restricts movement thereby reducing the possibility of breakage.  Thus, side loop bags with gussets are estimated to account for majority of the share in global soft loop bag market and are likely to have a positive outlook in the years to come.

Dynamics:

The handles of a soft loop bag are reinforced to the inside of the bag, this makes them easy to carry and provides high strength. Furthermore, the wide gussets allow the bag to stand on its own, reducing the instances of spilling. These attributes of soft loop bags make them a viable storage option for several merchandise.

Moreover, soft loop bags can be printed with logos and other brand promotion information. Thus, the brand-owners treat these bags as walking billboards, a cost-effective means of promotion and brand awareness. The aforementioned factors are likely to fuel the demand for soft loop bags in the next decade.

However, the aversion from plastic might hamper the market growth, and brand-owners might shift to more sustainable alternatives for storage.   

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Key Players & Market Structure Analysis:

Some of the key players operating in the global soft loop bags market are International Plastics Inc., American Plastic Mfg., Inc., Dongguan Bozhan Plastic Bags Products Co., Ltd., Novolex Holdings, LLC, Neptune Technology Sdn Bhd, Command Packaging, Polybag.com.hk Ltd., Esen Polythene Co Pte. Ltd., Lin Ying Plastic Products, Bft Packaging, EnduraPack and more.

The analysis of the global soft loop bag market has revealed that the market is fairly fragmented with several regional bag manufacturers and printing companies operating at the regional level. Thus, the bargaining power of suppliers is estimated to remain low in the global soft loop bag market. Furthermore, the intensity of competition is likely to be high in the soft loop bag market, particularly at the regional level, attributing to the presence of several players that are offering soft loop bags at competitive prices.

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Regional Outlook:

With a high amount of harmful plastic litter surfacing on the ocean, the regulatory bodies of operating across the globe are imposing stringent regulations against the usage of plastic bags, including soft loop bags. Brand-owners are charging a nominal fee for providing soft loop bags. This has resulted in a significant reduction in the consumption of soft loop bags in both developed and developing economies.

Several countries in the Middle East region such as Saudi Arabia, Oman, and Turkey have laid regulations against the use of polyethylene bags. These nations are also levying taxes on the usage of polyethylene bags such as soft loop bags. In the Asia Pacific, India is planning to impose a ban on the use of single-use plastics, this will reduce the regional demand for soft loop bags in the coming years.

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[silverskye13]

Mind control tanguish?? (i was gunna offer time loop for the hell-raisers as another one, but ut canon is Basically a time loop aint it SO!! Make tanguish do something wild)

Helsknight hummed tunelessly under his breath as he cooked dinner, piling some chicken and mushrooms into a pan to fry. He didn't know when Tanguish would be home [every trip to Hermitcraft was a gamble, when it came to time] but he figured whenever the little pest came home, he would be hungry. Besides that, Helsknight was hungry, so he might as well do something about it. Worst case scenario, he would just reheat a plate for Tanguish on the furnace when he got here. Or threw away wasted food. The point was he was hungry, so it wasn't wasted time at least. He pulled some flour out from a cabinet, frowning down at it and wondering what his chances of making a decent gravy were.

[Gravy was the bane of cooking. It either turned out like wallpaper paste, or it turned out like soup. Rarely, when every god and saint turned their greatest blessings on Helsknight for a moment, and every star in every heaven aligned, and every angel and allay and fairy-dust creature held its breath and crossed it's fingers, he would make a passable gravy.]

Helsknight sighed, tossed a few spoonfuls of flour into a pan, and resigned to try his luck. He didn't feel very lucky today, but then again, any day he made gravy, he didn't feel lucky, even if it did taste good in the end.

"I should learn how to bake," he grumbled to himself, eyeing the little bag of flour dispassionately. Tanguish would certainly appreciate it, and it would be cheaper to make a batch of muffins from scratch, instead of buying them from a cart four times a week. Helsknight stirred his fledgling gravy absentmindedly, waiting for the flour to brown, and considering his chances of finding a half-decent cookbook the next time he went to the market. Behind him he heard a clatter of claws, the unmistakable noise of Tanguish stepping into hels. A soft breath of chill dampened the room like a breeze. Helsknight threw a glance over his shoulder.

"Hey, what's your opinion on homemade--?"

Instinct made Helsknight slam to the side as Tanguish propelled himself over the kitchen island, Helsknight's rondel dagger in his hand. The point dug itself into the wall over the stove at about chest-height, a very intentional, very lethal lunge. It missed him by a decent margin; Helsknight was quick, even when he was caught off-guard. That one look over his shoulder, and years of Colosseum training and instincts, had saved his life.

Anger, hot and baffled and electric, raced through Helsknight's chest. He backpedaled towards their little dining table as Tanguish yanked the dagger out of the wall. He needed distance, he needed room to move. [He needed a house that wasn't so saints-damned small.]

"Tanguish, what in hels--?!" Helsknight managed before Tanguish was lurching for him again, a sharp, quick, dagger-pointed shadow dappled in flickering stars. Helsknight snapped a hand out, trying to bat him aside, only for Tanguish to duck nimbly beneath his outstretched arm. The dagger stabbed in towards him again, and Helsknight barely twisted away in time.

"Tanguish! Stop!" Helsknight shouted, confusion and adrenaline crashing together in his chest, muddling up his instincts. His training, his impulse, his experience in the Colosseum, demanded he fight back. He was unarmed [why would he stay armed and armored in the safety of his own home, when he planned to stay in the rest of the day?] but that didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. He knew a few ways of disarming someone with his bare hands, and he knew how to punch, and kick, and break bones. But his louder, conscious mind screamed at him this is Tanguish! He can't break Tanguish.

Tanguish didn't give him long to be horrified by the thought. He was lunging again, arrow-quick, and this time when Helsknight jolted backwards the blade nicked his out-flung arm. He didn't know if he was proud, or if he regretted how sharp the blade was -- his training had come in handy.

[It was marvelous really, how deadly his little pest could be when he put his mind to it. Helsknight had always thought Tanguish learned more than he let on. He was simply too scared of causing harm to use it. But he wasn't scared of causing harm now. No, he seemed hels-bent on shredding Helsknight where he stood, and he didn't know why.]

"Could you at least tell me what the hels I did to bring this on?" Helsknight demanded, a grin writhing across his teeth. It was something he knew intimidated people, intimidated Tanguish. There was something about baring teeth while fighting that seemed dangerous. If Tanguish cared, it didn't show, and he didn't respond. He just crouched low and gazed back at him, eyes half-shut in something like concentration. It gave him the look of a sleepwalker, and Helsknight didn't like it. He was used to the wide, curious, cat-like gaze, glittering in dandelion yellow.

"Tanguish?" Helsknight breathed, taking advantage of the pause. "Look, I don't want to hurt you--"

Tanguish lunged again when he was mid-sentence, something that might have killed him, if he hadn't seen Martyn do it a thousand times. Even with that knowledge, he almost reacted too late, side-stepping and slamming a heavy palm into Tanguish's shoulder, tossing him off-balance. Helsknight let out a short breath through his nose when Tanguish regained his feet, undaunted.

"I'm not running away," Helsknight said witheringly, dashing for the door. He could feel Tanguish following like a wasp over his shoulder, more the impression of danger than a true knowledge of what he was doing. Helsknight ducked out the door and managed to yank it shut behind him before Tanguish could follow, and was treated to a heavy slam as Tanguish tried to follow. Helsknight held it shut for a second, trying to figure out -- trying to figure out anything.

[Would Tanguish try to break down the door? Surely he couldn't. Even as... weirdly determined as he was to harm Helsknight, that wasn't something he was strong enough to do, especially with Helsknight bracing the other side. But the house had windows. Would Tanguish care about glass? It would cut him to ribbons. He could seriously hurt himself if he -- why was he worried about Tanguish jumping through a window? If the little idiot wanted to deal with a face full of glass--]

Helsknight released the doorknob and stepped aside. He needed to get that knife away, pin him still, preferably without hurting him too badly. His guts gave an uncomfortable squirm.

[How bad is too bad? And why? Why was this happening? It wasn't just strange, it just wasn't Tanguish. He didn't have a dangerous bone in his body.]

The doorknob clicked. Helsknight pressed himself against the wall, hiding behind the door as it swung open. He just needed a few seconds. He was stronger -- that's all he needed. Tanguish stepped onto the street, and before he had the chance to look around, Helsknight lunged forward and wrapped his arms around him, pinning his arms to his sides. He lifted Tanguish off his feet, trying to keep the thrashing feet from kicking anything.

"Tanguish, I need you to--"

Tanguish's head snapped back suddenly, slamming into Helsknight's mouth and nose. He swore, and his grip loosened, and Tanguish's sharp elbow dug itself into his side hard enough wince away some of his breath. A clawed foot came down on his ankle, and then Tanguish was twisting, and Helsknight, whose only objective narrowed into [don't get stabbed you fucking idiot] drove a punch into Tanguish's sternum. Tanguish's breath left him in a whoosh, and he curled in on himself a little, some sense of self-preservation kicking in. But he didn't cry out in pain, and he didn't drop the knife.

A lancing, twisting feeling darted through Helsknight's guts. It was a feeling so unfamiliar it was nearly foreign, hard to place, and hesitant to name. Dread. Dread as Tanguish turned that sleepwalker's gaze on him again, re-positioned his dagger to continue fighting. His tail gave a contemplative lash, a cat figuring its best approach on a bird, and it had been a long, long time since Helsknight felt like prey. Dread made his mouth dry, closed his throat, blanked his already reeling thoughts.

[What should he do? What could he do?]

Helsknight took a hesitant step back. Tanguish's eyes narrowed, and glittered blue.

[Blue? Blue. A little ring of blue, like a clear, winter's morning, ringed his yellow iris. That hadn't always been there. He knew the color of Tanguish's eyes.]

"Tanguish, talk to me," Helsknight said, taking another hesitant step back. "What happened? Whatever it is, we can fix this. I promise."

Tanguish let out a slow breath, and the blue ring around his iris seemed to flicker, then flashed brighter. Helsknight swore again as Tanguish pounced. He caught Tanguish's wrist, and might have even considered breaking it, had Tanguish not twisted out of his grip in the second of hesitation he gave in to. Helsknight's perception narrowed to the point of the knife as he dodged it, sidestepped it, and then spun on his heel and ran.

Helsknight needed time to think, needed time to figure out what was, whatever was happening. And he was faster than Tanguish. Even if he couldn't fathom harming him, he would always be faster. And armor-less as he was, he felt unnaturally fleet, near to flying. He was down three blocks, into an alley, over a wall and two more blocks over before he stopped, panting, to check for pursuit.

"I'm not running away," he breathed again, to himself, to his Saint, to Tanguish. He wasn't. He just needed time. He just needed to pull himself together, to figure shit out, to stop shaking. To stop shaking? Helsknight looked down at his hands, at the tremor starting. He swallowed hard.

[Okay, he was a little freaked out. He was allowed to be a little freaked out. His best friend was trying to kill him, and he didn't know why, and apparently the veil between "Nice Normal Tanguish" and "Silent Death-Machine Tanguish" was unnervingly thin. And Helsknight wasn't used to someone trying to kill him assassination-style, through dogged pursuit and bloodless silence. He was used to arena fights, and occasional back-alley brawls, where things were loud and obvious and made fucking sense.]

"I'm going to kill him," Helsknight hissed, stealing down the alley as fast as he dared. He didn't know who he was going to kill. Whoever had done this, maybe. Certainly not Tanguish. He hadn't really tried, physically he thought he could, if he'd just commit. But he had no weapon, and his options for killing his best friend [one of a slim handful of people he would gladly die for] were all slow and grim and painful, and not something he would inflict on anyone willingly.

[He would just have to evade, and try to knock some sense into him? But head wounds were difficult. The margin between unconsciousness and death was illusive, and he was a knight for helssakes he didn't bludgeon people. He was so ill-equipped for something like this, it was staggering. But why would he be equipped for his best friend randomly trying to kill him?]

There was a sound. There must have been. The whisper of breathing. The slide of claws. The crackle of gathering frost. Something set Helsknight's hair prickling, the gooseflesh on his arms raised.

[The rooftops.]

Helsknight didn't have time to look up. Suddenly a weight fell on his shoulders, and he was slamming to the ground. Tanguish's hand dug claws into the back of his neck, his knees dug into his shoulders. Helsknight twisted his whole body as hard as he could, wrenching his elbow back to slam into Tanguish's side. He flipped over, throwing Tanguish off him for just a moment. He got an arm underneath himself, tried to scrabble backwards, boots digging into tiles. Tanguish lunged on top of him again, and Helsknight threw a hand between them. A noise escaped his throat as the knife slashed through the webbing between his thumb and his forefinger, but he managed to wrap his fist around the hilt.

Tanguish was on top of him, bearing his full weight down on the dagger, trying to drive it into his throat. Helsknight clenched his bleeding hand around it, while is other arm scrabbled at the cobblestones, and through the haze of half-panic finally found its way around one of Tanguish's wrists. They were too close. He couldn't make full use of his longer arms, his strength, his leverage, and while his feet scrabbled, Tanguish's long tail twisted out for balance, and he held firm.

There was a buzzing starting in the back of Helsknight's mind, a panic he wasn't used to. His hands shook. His hand was bleeding, and it had to be his hand, didn't it?

[Note to self, Tanguish had laughed once, Helsknight is weak to hand wounds.]

He couldn't pass out. Little sparks and stars crowded his peripheral vision, his awareness narrowed itself to the space between his hands, and the slickness of the dagger, and the tear in the webbing between his fingers, and how stupid that was. A Colosseum gladiator, a knight of Blood and Steel, laid low by a flesh wound.

"Tanguish, you don't want to do this," Helsknight grunted, his voice buried beneath the buzzing of panic and his heartbeat in his ears. "You don't want to hurt me."

Tanguish threw his shoulder forward, and the twist sent tearing pain through his hand, and his grip slipped dangerously. Every muscle in his body tightened in dread and desperation, and he screwed his eyes shut as he clenched his bloody fist tighter. An undignified wince of a noise squeezed its way out of his throat, but it was better than screaming.

"Okay! Maybe you want to hurt me. Fine." Helsknight grimaced. He could feel the blood from his hand dripping onto his neck. A dangerous foreshadowing of just where the blade was aimed. "Tell me why. Tell me anything."

He managed to crack an eye open, to blink away the blooming stars. He gripped the knife and a spinning world in his bloody hands, and clung to consciousness and life with equal fervor. And Tanguish watched him, impassive and cold, that little blue ring a persistent chain around his iris. It reminded Helsknight of something, something that made his stomach twist. It took a moment to place a coherent thought to the feelings, a long moment where he breathed and shook and bled, and Tanguish watched.

[Wels. The open sky blue of Wels's eyes. Ice dagger blue. He clawed at his memory for any way that made sense, and in his flailing finally remembered what Tanguish had said about those golden, inescapable commands. How far could they compel? Surely not this far. Surely--]

Helsknight swallowed hard.

[Right. He just needed to break the command. That was all. That was all.]

Helsknight reached into himself for any lie of calm, any ghost of reassurance. He tried to steady his voice. Tried to force command, and calm, and certainty into his words. Stilted and shaky, and hoarsely whispered, he half commanded, half pleaded.

"Tanguish, let go of the knife."

Above him, Tanguish blinked. The pressure on the knife didn't relent, nor did the blue ring around his iris.

"Please let go of the knife."

Tanguish's fist balled tighter, and as it did the knife twisted just barely. He felt the burning in his hand, and Helsknight lost his words behind pain that should have been insignificant, and stars and noise in his head.

"You're scaring me," Helsknight whimpered, and then managed more firmly. "You don't scare people. This isn't you. You don't want to do this to me."

He searched Tanguish's eyes again. Was that a flicker in the blue? He couldn't tell. He couldn't tell.

"Helssakes," he swore. His hand grasping Tanguish's wrist reached up to grab the back of Tanguish's head, fingers tangling in his hair. He wished he could force Tanguish to focus, to center that sleepwalker's stare on something other than his general direction. "If you're going to kill me, look at me."

Tanguish blinked again. There was a shimmer in his eyes, and Helsknight winced as a tear dropped onto his face. A grim smile worked its way onto his teeth. No, that blue ring hadn't flickered. Tanguish had simply started crying.

"You're not going to kill me." Helsknight whispered. He closed his eyes, and his voice was a prayer, and it was a command. "You're not going to kill me."

He couldn't tell how much of the shaking in his arm was from him, or from Tanguish. He couldn't tell if the pain in his hand was from pressure, or from the wound. But he knew this was hurting them both, and he needed it over with, one way or another.

"You're not going to kill me."

Helsknight had been killed by wounds to his neck before. The Colosseum was a terrible place to die sometimes. He told himself he could bear it. Told himself if the pain came, he would try to hide the terribleness of it. He wouldn't gasp, or scream, or any of the other horrible, dramatic thrashings a person could do when they bled. He would make himself small and silent. He would respawn, if he could, and he would find his way back here, and he would find a way to fix this. Helsknight released Tanguish, and, eyes closed, braced himself for whatever happened next.

He couldn't stop himself from flinching when a few more teardrops fell on his face. But the blade didn't come. Helsknight dared to crack an eye open.

"Tanguish?"

Tanguish moved, and Helsknight stiffened, only to relax again when the blade clattered to the ground beside them. Helsknight let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and before Tanguish could scramble away from him, or devolve into a blubbering mess, or shake apart or fall under some new spell, or any of a thousand other things Tanguish could probably do, Helsknight wrapped his arms around Tanguish's neck and dragged him into a hug.

"Helsknight--"

"You idiot," Helsknight snapped, crushing Tanguish against his chest. He had the grace to drag them over to the side, so he couldn't bleed quite so much on both of them, but when Tanguish squirmed he held him tighter and refused to let him go. "Don't scare me like that again."

"H-helsknight I'm s-"

"You're sorry," Helsknight interrupted him, screwing his eyes shut, suddenly scared he was going to start crying too. From relief. From the ridiculousness of whatever had happened. From the closeness to disaster. From how angry he was that Tanguish felt the need to apologize. "Gods. I thought I'd lost you."

Tanguish had the audacity to laugh, a miserable hiccup of a noise that tangled itself in growing sobs, and muffled itself against Helsknight's chest. "You thought you lost me?"

"You were so quiet," Helsknight said, feeling dread lance through his stomach like a knife wound. "It's like you weren't even there."

"I was there," Tanguish whispered, his fists balled into Helsknight's shirt, like he could somehow cling closer. "I was there."

"Of course you were," Helsknight murmured back. "Of course you were."

[another-lost-mc]

hello jes!~ could you do some short headcanon for solomon x reader x simeon who struggles with art block and frustrated about it? i was feeling down because of it because in the time i was improving i had reasons to stop it temporarily but unfortunately i have been struggling with it 😞

When MC Has a Creative Block Headcanons & Short Fic | SIMEON x gn!Reader x SOLOMON 2.3k words | SFW | Established Relationship | Fluff & Humor | Flirting

COMFORT

It doesn’t take long for Simeon and Solomon to recognize the signs that you're struggling with some sort of creative block.

You're hunched over your desk, making soft, frustrated noises more often while you mutter quietly under your breath. You toss your materials aside so carelessly, which is so unlike the care you normally give them.

Simeon understands all too well what it feels like to be in a creative slump, and he might be the first to notice. He mentions it to Solomon quietly, because it’s important to both of them that this doesn't interfere with your ability to take care of yourself.

If you’re struggling that much, don’t worry - they’re going to help you with whatever you need, even if their concern feels a little suffocating at times.

Be prepared for lectures and very manipulative puppy eyes to get you to listen to whatever they’re suggesting. They really want what’s best for you, even if it’s hard for you to admit it.

Staying up late isn’t going to help you feel better. They’re both leading you to bed, each of them holding one of your hands. They’ll keep you company if you like, cuddled against your sides while they murmur quietly about how talented you are, and how lucky they are to have you, and maybe after a good night’s sleep you can try working again tomorrow.

Skipping meals and eating rushed snacks isn’t going to help you either. Simeon insists that he doesn't need Solomon’s help in the kitchen, and he makes sure you're fed lovingly home-cooked meals. Solomon visits your favourite Devildom and human world shops to find the comfort foods and snacks you like most, and they both make sure you keep hydrated.

Solomon might not be allowed in the kitchen, but Simeon will be sending him to the market for ingredients. If it’s a nice day, Solomon will insist with wide, pleading eyes that you join him for the walk and keep him company. You won’t have to carry any of the bags, but he’ll loop them all on one arm so he can hold your hand with the other.

He might buy you a special treat at Madam Scream’s, and he'll look so pleased when you offer to share it during the walk back to Purgatory Hall, but don’t tell Simeon, okay?

DISTRACTION

Once they know your basic needs are taken care of, Simeon and Solomon are going to distract you from your frustrations any way they can.

They don’t want you to stay cooped up in the House of Lamentation or Purgatory Hall where you're more likely to fall into self-deprecating moods. They don't like it when you think badly of yourself. It's not your fault.

Solomon will take you shopping with him when he picks up more alchemy ingredients or other supplies for his experiments. Simeon enjoys visiting the markets and bookstores, and he’ll find excuses to go more often so that you’ll keep him company.

Both of them offer to buy you small trinkets or gifts, spoiling you unashamedly if you let them.

Don't be surprised when they sweep you away on romantic date nights: dinner at your favourite restaurant, coffee and dessert at the café you like, or maybe a movie if there’s something playing that you want to see.

There are a lot of beautiful places in the three realms for you to explore. They always have somewhere new to show you: a museum or an art gallery you've never visited, or something wondrous in nature - anywhere that will distract you from what’s bothering you.

They hope spending your time exploring new places, with them, might inspire you. If not, at least you all have new photos and souvenirs to commemorate your adventures together.

When the weather is nice, expect them to invite you on lots of walks together. Simeon says he wants to practice his photography skills, but it’s really just an excuse. When Solomon makes you laugh at some corny joke he makes, they both stare at how radiant you under the Devildom moonlight.

(Later, Solomon will demand copies of all the photos Simeon takes of you, no matter how blurry or out of focus they are.)

They’ll do anything or go anywhere you want, so long as you’re together.

If you try to thank them later for taking care of you, they'll insist it's not necessary - they love you, and it's only natural to want to take care of you.

INSPIRATION

When you insist that you’ve had enough of a self-care break and want to try working on your art again, their next goal is to try and inspire you.

Simeon might offer his latest manuscript draft for you to read - it wouldn’t be the first time something he’s written has motivated you to create something new and wonderful.

Solomon will ask for your help with his magical experiments - nothing dangerous, of course, but ones that he thinks you’ll enjoy. Some of the spells or potions he uses can be visually stunning, and the way he manipulates magic so easily is truly a sight to behold.

You don’t realize that it’s almost like a competition between Simeon and Solomon to see who inspires you the most.

If you’re going through a particularly nasty creative block, their methods of trying to give you new inspiration - while competing for your attention - can be quite…interesting.

You were sitting with Simeon in the sitting room of Purgatory Hall. He read to you quietly while you rested your head in his lap and stretch out comfortably on the sofa. He stroked your cheek affectionately whenever he paused to turn the page.

It was a relaxing, lazy afternoon and you’re on day twelve of avoiding your art studio like the plague. Luke was at the Demon Lord’s castle with Barbatos, and Solomon was finishing some sort of experiment in his room. 

“We should make lunch soon,” Simeon murmured quietly when he finished another chapter.

“One more?” you asked quietly, opening your eyes and smiling at him. The cadence of his voice was so soothing.

“Of course, my love,” he said warmly, leaning down to brush his lips against your brow. He enjoyed these quiet moments with you. He didn’t mind the arrangement he had with Solomon where they both shared your time and affections, but sometimes he craved intimacy with only the two of you.

He started reading again and you closed your eyes so you could let the words draw you into the story. A few minutes later you heard the quiet sound Solomon’s door opening further down the hall. Simeon's voice suddenly broke off into a stuttering cough and it jostled you unpleasantly. You turned your head to see what the problem was, and your cheeks burned at the sight.

Solomon had just walked through the sitting room doorway wearing nothing but a pair of black, tight-fitting boxer briefs. He stopped a few feet away from the sofa and stretched his arms above his head, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“See anything you like, darling? Am I inspiring you yet?” he asked nonchalantly. It was hard not to grin when he started striking statuesque poses like some sort of hero about to have his portrait done.

Solomon pouted when you shook your head, even though you told him you appreciated the effort. You admired the view, of course, but his body wasn’t quite enough to tease your artistic drive back into action. It was hard not to stare at him though; his chest, back, and arms were covered in runes and pact marks. You liked to study them sometimes, tracing the patterns on his skin with your fingertips (or your tongue).

Solomon was determined not to give up, and he waggled his eyebrows at you when he leaned against the armchair very dramatically.

Simeon set his book on the coffee table while you hid your bubbling laughter behind your hand. “Oh, go and put your clothes back on,” he told the wizard, pinching the bridge of his nose warily. “Besides, I already tried that earlier today and it didn’t work,” he grumbled under his breath.

While Simeon and Solomon bickered back and forth (something about my body, my choice and the implication that a certain angel might be jealous), you looked at the sorcerer again with a critical eye. You noticed there was something captivating about the way the candlelight danced along Solomon’s skin. The marks he wore almost seemed to come to life, like he was wrapped in metaphorical vines binding him to powers beyond his own. 

“Wait,” you said quickly when Solomon finally turned to go back to his room, shoulders slumped in defeat. You sat up and slid off the sofa, kneeling on the floor and patting the carpet in front of you. “Can you lay down for me?”

Solomon's mood flipped in an instant, and he beamed at you as he rushed to do as you asked. He lay down in front of you with a mischievous twinkle in his eye and winked. “Darling, just say the word and I’ll lay down for you anywhere you like.”

“Unbelievable,” Simeon muttered behind you.

You ran your hands over his chest and stomach, noticing the slightly bumpy texture where some of the pact marks overlapped each other. Solomon’s belly was a little ticklish and he kept squirming away from your fingers. You had an idea, but it wouldn’t work like this.

“Here,” you said quietly when you placed your hand on his side and nudged him, “lay on your stomach, okay?”

He rolled over easily, resting his head on his arms and sighing happily. “Are you going to give me a massage? Oh, that sounds lovely, my dear.”

He turned his head and smirked at the sulking angel on the couch, who wore an impressive frown while he crossed his arms over his chest. “Simeon, did you hear that? I’m going to get a massage from our darling.”

You and Simeon both spoke at once.

“This isn’t a massage,” you tried to tell him with a slightly exasperated tone.

“I’ll massage your face with my foot if you don’t stop talking,” Simeon growled.

Solomon wiggled happily on the carpet, ignoring Simeon’s frosty expression and looking at you with such fondness it made your cheeks warm all over again.

Shameless old flirt.

You turned around and patted Simeon’s knee gingerly. “Can you get my markers for me?”

Simeon snapped out of the angry trance he was in and blinked at you in surprise. When he realized what you asked for, he clasped your hand in his and squeezed. This was the first time in over a week since you even wanted to touch your supplies. He didn't want to ruin this for you, even if it meant putting up with certain juvenile sorcerers.

“Of course, I’ll be right back.” He stood up and stepped over Solomon, accidentally kicking his side with his shoe, and went to the spare room where you had your own little studio space.

When Simeon returned, you were straddling Solomon’s thighs and leaning over his back to examine some of his runes more closely. You held out our hand in Simeon’s direction, eyes focused on a clump of pacts and sigils near the base of Solomon’s neck. “Can you pass me the orange marker?”

Simeon looked through your marker kit. There were numerous orange-ish markers inside, but he knew which orange was your favourite - you told him once it reminded you of Asmo’s eyes. He handed it to you and watched curiously when you started colouring the gaps between the overlapping symbols on Solomon’s back.

“This is even better than a massage,” the wizard said with a laugh, delighted that you were feeling creative again. “Am I going to be your next masterpiece?”

“No, but it dawned on me just now that this would look so amazing with more colour,” you told him honestly.  Part of you wondered why you never thought of doing this sooner. You sat up and motioned to Simeon to pass you your marker kit so you could find a different colour; you dug through the case with renewed excitement.

Simeon sat across from you on the other side of Solomon’s body and smirked when Solomon's head turned to face him. “How does it feel to be a glorified colouring book?” he asked teasingly. "Next time I should just go to the bookstore and you can keep your clothes on, hm?"

“Now, now, Simeon, jealousy isn’t becoming of an angel—ow!” Solomon exclaimed when Simeon took one of your markers and poked him in the ribs with it to shut him up.

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly, with periods of quiet tranquility interrupted by your two lovers trading half-hearted insults, and you coloured Solomon’s back like it was a blank canvas.

When you finally sat up, Solomon looked transformed; the harsh lines on his back were softened by a kaleidoscope of colour. The very same marks that used to intimidate you before looked enticingly beautiful now - much like the sorcerer himself.

You took some photos with your D.D.D. and showed them to Simeon, who looked at the pictures over your shoulder with a proud, sappy smile on his face. “Everything you make is always stunning, my love.” He nuzzled his nose against your cheek and kissed your forehead, happy to see you in your element once more.

“Hey, I want to see too!” Solomon said impatiently, trying to lift his head and look over his shoulder to examine how you turned his skin into a work of art.

You rubbed his back gently to quiet him, and you glanced at Simeon shyly, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth. “You know, I think I might still have some inspiration left.”

Simeon’s eyes darkened slightly and he didn't waste any time. He rose to his feet, pulling you up by your hand and led you towards his bedroom. He didn’t spare Solomon a single glance.

“Shouldn’t we help him first?” you asked, nodding your head back towards your beloved sorcerer. He was so relaxed on the plush carpet that he didn't even realize both of you were nearly out of the room and walking through Simeon’s bedroom doorway.

“Don’t worry, he can tidy up on his own before he joins us,” Simeon said loudly over his shoulder for Solomon’s benefit.

“That’s very rude of you, Simeon!” Solomon yelled back when he tried to get up, but his legs were tingly with sleep from laying in one position for too long. He managed to pull himself up to his knees, and the last thing he saw was Simeon’s smug grin before the bedroom door slammed shut.

[cellophaine]

Could I get a matt Murdock with an s/o with anxiety? And I don’t mean that sit com tv anxiety where they pretend to scream and get “panicked” ?. I’m talking about The one where your body get suddenly really cold then really hot, and you feel like your body is made of air? I get bad anxiety like that and i often lie on the floor to cool down and to feel better.

I feel like with his hightend senses he can tell when there anxiety gets high before them, just a simple “hay you would lie on the floor, your anxiety is going up” and it just becomes normal? And at home he just kinda lies on the floor with you/ sometimes lieing on top of you (mind out of the gutter!!) and having a funny YouTube video play when it happens?

Peace of Mine

Pairing: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Warning: Anxiety, fluff.

Author's Note: I wrote this with some of my own experience. I hope that's okay! I didn't mean to make your request so long (just about 1.5k words, but still), and Matt only comes in in the last half, but I hope you'll enjoy the fic! Also, what are the chances that I got anxiety while editing this piece lmao 🥲

Share and feedback are welcomed!

What a perfect day it could have been.

A day off spent at your own pace. Bookshops, cafes, record stores and the farmer's market were all within reasonable walking distance from Matt's place. Spring was approaching, but the air was still cold as if the winter was trying to sweat out its last shivers before the sun was warm enough to chase the chills away. On your shoulder was a jute bag halfway filled with fresh produce as you gradually checked off your list.

You stopped at a fruit stall; the crisp scent of apple rose above all else. The woman behind the table gave you a warm smile, nodding at you. You smiled in return before directing your attention to the fruits. Your eyes roamed over the colourful display, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the ample array. You took an apple in your hand, turning it over and studying its pattern with a forced intensity. Your stomach stirred slightly, and you brushed it off, thinking it was from your breakfast earlier. It took a long moment before you realized you only stared blankly at the apple; your attention slipped over its shiny, reddish skin, taking nothing in even as your fingers nudged against the soft spot that almost cried out in its sour juice.

Your stomach churned again in warning, gradually tying itself in knots as if to brace for what was coming. You felt unsteady on your own feet even as you were rooted to the spot with your head dipped low in an attempt to make the surroundings stop moving. Your body turned cold at the early signs of an anxiety attack that could blow up if you didn't get it under control soon enough.

You took a shuddering breath, doing your best to act normal. Your body grew hot out of the blue as if it tried to flush the cold out. Your mind was stuck in a messy loop, worrying that someone could see through you all the while you tried to compose yourself. Your stomach twisted, your heart raced, and you drew into yourself as if it could stop the pain from digging at you. The familiar and unwelcomed sensation extended throughout your body, manifested in goosebumps along the skin of your arms. You dared a glance at the woman behind the stall, who gave you a look of apprehension. In your distressed mind, it was a look of disdain as if you were an inconvenience by just standing there, being obstructive. It was then that all hell broke loose.

Anxiety unfurled like a flood, sweeping over everything you tried to prevent it from worsening within a heartbeat. You were overwhelmed by different sensations and thoughts as they fed one another in a delirious high despite your best effort to sort and make sense of them. You whispered a small 'sorry', placing the apple back on the pile before walking away, your hands clenched and unclenched at your sides. You wove your way out of the crowd, whispering 'sorry' repeatedly at the briefest contact with people around you; your anxiety worsens, twisting your inside. You broke out in a slick sweat, and your body burned up even more as the embarrassment of freaking out in public quickly soaked in.

You walked faster once you got to the main street, almost broke into a run; your head worked in tandem with your pace as you tried to regain control of the situation. But it was like quicksand. The more you tried, the harder it was for you to steer yourself away from going deeper down the spiral. Your head hurt, your palms were clammy, and your entire body felt uncomfortable, as if your skin was only an intolerable costume.

Your lips parted as you took in huge gulps of cold air, passing familiar scenes that brought you so much joy just a few hours before until you saw a familiar sight. Matt's apartment. You took the flight upstairs two steps at a time until you reached his door. You rifled through the bag, pushing at the heads of green onion, the bundle of parsley, the blunt bodies of carrots and other things to find the key to his apartment. Unlocked, then locked again once you were inside. You put the keys on the table in the hallway and hung your coat up; only then did you see the dark crescent marks on your palms. If Matt was with you, he would slot his hands into yours so you wouldn't hurt yourself. But he couldn't be with you all the time.

Confronted with the familiarity of Matt's apartment, with the lack of strangers, your brain had almost nothing to overthink and grapple with, and the churn in your stomach relented. You poured yourself a glass of water and paid no mind to the droplets spilled on your cheeks as you downed the glass in one go. You put a hand over your heart, feeling its rhythm slow as you took several deep breaths. You looked at your watch to see that Matt should be back soon. So you rolled up your sleeves and got to work.

Your mind tuned out, allowing your body to go into autopilot as you prepared a dish you had made many times before without the items you missed. You thought about what happened earlier and repeatedly told yourself you were overreacting. Everything was fine. You had no reason to get nervous or freak out about it. But why did everything feel so terribly wrong? Was it the watchful eyes of the woman? The curious looks from bypassers directed right at you because you appeared flustered? Because you looked wrong and out of place by simply being there? You felt like everything was spiralling out of your reach. You felt the familiar stir in your stomach, the prickly heat ghosted over your skin, and you didn't want to give in to that for the second time that day.

You were carried away, so lost in your thoughts that you barely registered the soft click at the front door and the unmistakable sound of Matt's footsteps on the hardwood floor. Your lips curved into a small smile as you heard him putting his bag on the dining table, finally breaking into a soft laugh when his arms winded around your torso, enveloping you in a hug from behind. He placed a kiss on your temple before resting his chin on your shoulder, his hands splayed on either side of you as if he needed to feel as much of you as possible. You relaxed in his embrace, feeling better already.

"Hi."

His deep voice smoothed at your earlobe, drawing a breathless sigh from you.

"Hi."

"That smells delicious. How was your day?"

You thought of the answer before giving him a half-truth and halfhearted response.

"It was fine."

Matt stilled with a brief pause of realization before leaning forward into the peripheral of your vision. You avoided looking at him, removing yourself from him and picking up the spatula.

"Is everything okay?"

You responded with a noncommital hum and poured all your attention into the cooked vegetable as if it was the most important thing at that moment. Matt placed a hand on your shoulder blade, urging you to stop and look at him.

"Come with me."

You shook your head.

"I'm cooking. I don't want the food to burn."

With a swift movement, Matt reached over and turned the stove off, coaxing you to leave the spatula and the sizzling pot alone. You reluctantly obliged.

"Matt, I'm okay."

"Please, sweetheart."

His pleading tone softened your resolve, and you let him lead you to the living room. He lowered himself to the floor and beckoned you to join him. You sat beside him before fully reclining with a small distance in between. The coolness of the hardwood floor soothed your nerves. You closed your eye and took a moment to truly assess yourself. The residue of your anxiety was still there, tethering at the edge, waiting for the right moment to strike again. You squeezed your hand subconsciously and felt Matt's own holding you tenderly. The pads of his fingers settled over the crescent marks, caressing them. You smiled at his gentleness and pulled his arm to drape over your midriff. He understood your need, closing the distance between you by his elbow before slowly dropping his weight onto you. You felt the slow ease of his weight on you, anchoring you to the comfort of him like an anvil. His legs are on either side of you, caging you in, the hard floor dug into your back, yet you felt the furthest from being trapped. Instead, you felt grounded and present in the moment with him. The natural scent of his enveloped you, and you couldn't help but nose at his skin, taking a deep breath. Your overthinking ceased, allowing the memories of the anxiety break to stay in the past. Matt nuzzled his stubbled jaw into your cheek, pressing a kiss there before whispering.

"Do you want to listen to anything?"

You quickly shook your head.

"I'm okay. Just need you."

Content with your answer, he settled in more, his arms slightly raised, watchful of his weight on your body. You felt every breath, every deep sigh he took as your own, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat on your chest. You stayed like that in the quietude of his apartment, basking in his presence, feeling anxiety retreating from the shore of your consciousness slowly.

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[pyraelia]

February 19, 2024 Daily Writing Challenge Day 2 Suppress/Pastel

Pyraelia frowned a bit as she considered the final piece of the care package puzzle. 

It had been easy enough to fill little airtight containers with hot broth, pork belly, cooked noodles, chili crisp and various toppings from the ramen cart Aerden liked in Silvermoon. Her delicate scrawl covered the outside of them, an enchantment she’d crafted herself locked the internal contents in time at the moment the lids had closed. When opened again it would be like no time had passed at all. 

She’d been clever enough to patent that spell, and wise enough to market it to the Horde military as a crucial, “inexpensive” component of keeping the troops fed. They’d bought in, and luckily, so had the Alliance military — alongside many other individual shipping companies. It was nice to not need the Sunmote inheritance, and her pride swelled a little as she taped pretty, iridescent paper around that part of the package to keep it safe and together. 

Next up had been another container full of two dozen “kitchen sink” cookies — the kind they’d occasionally gotten up and made together after a bit too much thistle on a hang out night. Some were chocolate chips, pretzels and peanut butter bits, others were potato chips, sea salt and caramel. Whatever was on hand to throw in and make a treat with. That box she wrapped up in a paper the color of a soft blue eggshell. 

The third was full of a mix of wrapped candies and chocolate bars from the shop near his apartment, all traditional Silvermooon staples — enough to share, just in case. That one was just a bag, but she was still able to wrap it up in a rosy quartz colored paper and stack on top. 

But the LAST piece, that was the trouble. 

She huffed, knowing she was overthinking the whole thing. He’d been out on duty for so long, it was hard to know where he’d had to pause his Captain Azeroth reading. Did they ship out to the troops? Surely they did, if requested. It was Captain Azeroth. What if he already had a bunch and was up to date? Ugh. 

Still, the man at the comics shop had been quite helpful and had pointed her toward a storyline that was being printed adjacently from the main comics. Some time loop shenanigan that had started to spiral off too much into its own, separate enough entity that the creator was pursuing it through a new run. 

That seemed safer. But what if he DID want the regular run? 

It didn’t matter. He’d be happy that she’d thought about it at all, probably. 

She’d bought the limited run, and even with all the other parts of the care package ready to go still waffled about it. Pyraelia steeled her resolve and carefully tucked the brown paper bag the comics had been put in when they sold them to her in between some of the other treat boxes. 

Then came the note. She’d already sent a card of thanks for the flowers he’d sent her for her birthday, but this felt like it maybe needed to be a bit more than that. Sana had asked her a few nights previous why she hadn’t said anything yet; did she need to? There wasn’t anything to really confess, not here on ink and paper. Of course he knew, didn’t he? 

She squashed down some of her more intrusive thoughts before putting her pen to paper. 

“Dear Aerden, 

It can be hard being so far away from home and all your favorites for such a long time. I’m sure you’re doing amazing. I sincerely hope everything included after this card will brighten your day up a little! 

There’s SO much to catch you up on when you’re given shore leave. Or whatever they call it. A break? That seems too normal. 

Anyway, enjoy and know that you are missed! 

With love,

Pyra” 

She shoved the card into a lavender envelope and boxed everything up together in a simple white box that she took to the shipping mailmentals as soon as she'd sealed it all shut. Better to get it out the door now before she could change her mind!

@daily-writing-challenge @aerdendios

[holly-fixation]

Seraphic and Sinister: Ch5

Summary: Sephiroth learns that he has a child, a lab made specimen existing under the same terrible conditions he was raised in. In a moment of pure rage, he rescues his child. However, his fate has long been sealed, but the child’s fate is unknown. 

Never did he expect the cadet that killed him to take responsibility for the heir of His planet. 

Inspired by various asks to @rottenpumpkin13

Chapter 5: Unwritten Debt

Cloud didn't mind the incredible weight in his arms, balancing the boxes with little outer struggle. He noticed the little looks from Tifa and walked a bit straighter each time, staying just a bit behind as she guided him through the station.

“What was fun about being in SOLDIER?” 

Cloud shrugged. “The comradery. Helping people.”

“So being on a team or maybe community service?”

“Both, I guess. We always had each other's backs. And of course there were the victory parties…”

Tifa looked back at him before stepping onto the train, a joking smirk on her lips. “Did they put Wall Market to shame?”

Cloud scoffed. “...Maybe the drinking games did.”

“What’d you play? Beer pong? Kings cup?”

“Nothing casual. Normally this relay of shots. The winner at one table moved onto the next until basically all of us blacked out.”

“That’s not really a drinking game,” Tifa explained. “And they let you play at sixteen?” 

If he could scratch the back of his head, he would. “Well, no... Younger SOLDIERs usually just kept an eye on everyone to make sure no one was in real danger.”

“Ever the hero then?” 

Mako eyes almost darkened. “Yeah. What about you?”

“Well at that age I was still running morning aerobics classes for the elders.”

“No, I meant…” He sighed, a small shake of his head from bringing up such an old memory, one tainted by fire and betrayal. “I meant after you got to Midgar.”

The train jerked into motion, and Tifa bent her knees for balance. “Well, I worked at a dumpling stand every day for years, saving up every spare Gil I could. Then I met a few friends, bought the bar, and finally got out of the work-eat-sleep loop.”

“Your friends. They still around?”

“Absolutely! You'll probably see them tonight. They always come around the bar to rendezvous.” 

Cloud hummed. For a moment, the air only contained the rhythmic chugging of the wheels.

Tifa shifted, tightening just a bit. Her crimson eyes on the floor. “So um… can I ask the obvious question? About how you've been?”

He glanced around the train car, at the cameras and office workers. “When we out of the station.”

She nodded. “Right… It's not too long of a ride.”

“How’d you meet your friends?”

“A few came by the stand, showed me the life I was missing. I met Barret when he was going through a tough time and everything kind of…clicked.” She looked out the window wistfully as the train began its descent under the plates. “The bar brought us together. Made us feel like a family.”

“You guys must be pretty tight.”

“We try.” She gave him a soft smile and he looked away. “We all have our saviors, right?”

The blond did not speak another word, focusing on the small details of the train car and the rattling between them until they felt the shift of deceleration. Tifa adjusted the bags in her arms and flicked her head toward the door. Cloud nodded, tightening his grip on the supplies. 

Only down the steps and far away from the station did Tifa finally ask her question. 

“How did you really find her?”

Cloud gave her a confused look. 

“You said you found her, so who is she afraid of getting caught by?”

He took a deep breath. “Her parents were on the run from Shinra. They hid her. I found her while troops were searching some abandoned homes. When they found her…” 

Tifa opened the door to Seventh Heaven and let Cloud pass. 

“I lost it. She's been with me since.” 

“Why didn't you drop her off at an orphanage?” She placed the bags of bottles on the bartop. 

Cloud placed the heavy sacks of groceries on a table before scratching his neck. “...You'll see.”

“She can get contacts.”

He shook his head. “I wish it was that easy. What about your friends? You never mentioned what they do.”

“From one Enemy of Shinra to another-”

Cloud scoffed at her exaggeration. 

“We're AVALANCHE.”

He gave his friend a confused look. “Never heard of them.”

“Fighting for The Planet? We're gonna take Shinra down.”

If only it was the first time he heard an impossible promise. “Good luck. Once you're on their radar, they won't leave you alone.”

“You'll have to talk to Barret to see why. He's the leader.”

Cloud separated the boxes and grabbed a tied off plastic bag at the bottom. 

“Are you sure we should go back so soon? I could at least clean up the bar first.”

“She never left me for long. I'm returning the favor.” 

Tifa let out a sigh before they walked to the front doors. The owner inserted the key and clicked them closed before the two friends returned to her apartment. 

Cloud couldn't be more grateful for Tifa's willingness to pay for the contents in his hand. 

Beyond the perfectly balanced pile of wrappers sticking out of the small garbage can, the apartment was pristine, not a single inch out of place. And no little girl. 

“Sera,” Cloud called as he closed the door behind them. “It's okay. You can come out.”

“Are you sure she won't tell anyone? Are you sure everyone under the plates won't either?” A valid question murmured through the closed bathroom door. 

“Not unless there's money in it,” Tifa mentioned with small concern. 

Cloud shook his head. “Shinra’d have to admit they lost you, and that you aren't dead. They're too proud to say it.”

The little girl took a full breath. The door knob turned slowly. 

“It's okay…” the blond pushed a final time. 

As the hinge slowly opened, the girl entered the light with her eyes down and one hand on her sword. Tifa's eyes went wide at the shimmering display of black and silver hair. 

Cloud didn't pay attention to his friend's shock. He went through it too. “Tifa got you something.” 

Sera's head tilted as she lowered her guard, allowing the plastic bag to be placed in her hands. 

“Open it,” The woman with red eyes suggested with a small smile. 

The girl winced a bit before untying the handles and looking inside. “What is it?”

“Pick it up,” The guardian pushed. 

She reached and pulled out the brown fabric with black designs of roses and thorns on the sleeves and wings on the back. Her eyes widened before she grabbed the second piece of fabric and revealed baggy black pants. The third and final selection was plain white and very thin. 

“After I make some Gil, we're gonna go out and buy you some shoes, okay? It's always better to try them on first.” 

She suddenly locked innocent reptilian eyes on Tifa, the woman flinching and tensing in return. “Thank you… Thank you so much.”

The woman didn't answer, simply nodding. 

“Can I put it on now?”

“O-of course,” came another small smile.

The girl grabbed the bag and ran into the bathroom. 

Cloud took a step closer to his old friend, glancing at the door with his arms crossed. “I owe you.”

Tifa brushed him off. “Don't worry about it. That's what upper plate thrift stores are for. But I wouldn't turn down some help at the bar.”

“Hm.”

“...you could’ve picked something cuter though.”

Cloud shook his head at the statement. “She cares more about practicality than looks. Do you still do martial arts?”

“Of course,” Tifa straightened a bit and locked her hands behind her back, pressing her chest forward. “Every day.”

“Then, when she gets comfortable, don’t be surprised if she criticizes your outfit.”

The woman crossed her arms, leaning closer to him with the shadow of a scowl. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

Shit. He grabbed the back of his neck. “I- Just- Um…” He forced his eyes away from those sizzling red ones, shrinking away. “...That it’s not the standard…? That it might be restricting…?” He felt the hole growing deeper and deeper.

“What’s restricting, Cloud?”

“...don’t worry about it…”

Before Tifa threw another word, Sera opened the door to reveal her new outfit, the hood covering a majority of her hair, her hands rubbing the outer sleeves. “It’s so fluffy.” She turned to Tifa, strands of shimmering hair rebelliously leaving confinement within the comfort of the hoodie. “What can we do to help?”

Tifa’s brows lowered in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“You gave me this. What can I do in return?” 

“I’m not gonna ask you for anything.”

The little girl frowned. “What about the bar? I’m sure some help cleaning wouldn’t hurt…”

She sighed. “I won’t stop you, but at some point you’re gonna need money, real money, if you want a place to stay.”

“We’ll make it work…”

“Look,” Cloud interrupted. “Do you know anyone that’s looking for an extra pair of hands right now?”

Realization suddenly flashed on the friend’s face. “...I might know a guy. Maybe you won’t have to worry. How well can you fight?”

Cloud raised a brow. “Ex-SOLDIER. First Class. You’ve seen me at work.”

Tifa glanced away while the little girl once again looked at the floor. “Have you been keeping up since you left?” She mocked his earlier question.

“Do you even have to ask?”

* * * 

The childhood friends and tagalong eventually returned to Seventh Heaven, Cloud showing his strength by stocking and organizing inventory while the little girl scrubbed every corner of the tables, chairs, and wooden floor panels. 

Tifa, regrettably, was regulated to the bartop, tracking every receipt from their inventory replenishment into the written record of finances. She preferred to do the paperwork at night, but there was no saying no to Cloud, and the little girl stole all the cleaning supplies before she even stepped foot in her own bar. Literally. The child ran ahead when leaving her apartment.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Cloud looking around and out the windows. “They have to meet here first anyway.”

“You think they’ll have a job for me?”

She rocked her head side to side as she thought. “There’s a chance. It all depends on if they found someone.”

“And if they can’t pay enough?”

She looked at him, resting a hand on the bartop. “How much were you thinking?”

Cloud glanced at the little girl. “...Two thousand. It might get us a room and a meal. Then we’ll figure it out from there.”

Tifa brought her hand to her chin. “I can ask around tomorrow morning. No reason to go far after finally meeting up again, right?”

He scratched the back of his neck, the smallest of pink dusting his cheeks. “Yeah.”

“There’s always an odd job to do around the sector. If AVALANCHE doesn’t have an opening, we will find something else.”

“You said they’re going after Shinra, right, Miss?” The girl met the two adults with serpentine eyes. 

Tifa nodded, concerned with the coldness in the tone. “That’s right.”

The starry haired child looked away for a moment, squeezing crossed arms before dropping them. “Cloud, are you sure you’ll be okay? I can’t go with you.”

The blond sighed softly before locking with crimson eyes like a puppy.

Damn it. “I’ll keep you safe. Don’t worry.” She leaned on her knees, forcing a kind smile to her lips. “And you’ll have someone to play with. It’s gonna be fun.”

Snake-like eyes hardened. She turned away and continued scrubbing the floor, not acknowledging a single word said. 

Cloud, finished with his own task, took a seat two stools away from his old friend. He whispered, “She doesn’t like it when you talk to her like a kid.”

“She’s a little too young to dislike it already.”

“She’s been through a lot. She’s not your average kid. Just…” He sighed, leaning on the counter. “...I dunno… try?”

She didn’t like the pain in his expression. “I’ll do my best. It’s not something I think about.”

“Thanks.”

The front door suddenly slammed open, three men of all statures and one woman barging in like they owned the place. Tifa saw the child reach for her sword but remain still as a statue. 

“You ain’t gonna believe this!” The tallest man with a gun for an arm boasted, clearly the leader. “Not one- Not ONE- merc in Midgar’s willin’ to fight for The Planet we stand on! What to people think is gonna happen when all the Mako starts dryin’ up with every last shred of life in the world!?”

The woman with the ponytail and red bandana laughed, exacerbated but friendly. “Save us the speech, Barret! We all know exactly what you’re talking about.”

“We can’t pull this off without a fighter. What are we gonna do?” The shorter but large one asked with a small tremble in his voice. 

“What we always do,” The last member nudged him with a kind elbow, clearly trying to project his carefree attitude. “We improvise.”

Tifa addressed her friend first, “I told you I might have a job for you.” She stood up, turning to the group. “Hi, guys. Meet your merc.”

“How?!”

“What!?”

“Where’d you find this cutie?”

“How did you find one? It's inventory day!”

She gestured to each name as she spoke, “Cloud, this is Barret,” the tall man with a gun for an arm, “Jessie,” the only woman of the group, “Biggs,” the carefree member, “and Wedge,” the worrisome one. “Everyone, this is Cloud. An Ex-SOLDIER and an old friend.”

“First Class,” the blond added as he turned and stood. “When do we head out?”

“Hold up, hotshot,” Barret countered. “How do we know you're willin’ to bite the hand that fed you?”

“I've seen first hand what Shinra is capable of and what they're hiding. I've been inside multiple reactors. I know their security protocols and how to navigate them during malfunctions. And after what they did to Tifa and I, you can bet your ass I'll never bow to them again.”

The mention of the shared experience flashed a vague sense of understanding, despite Tifa knowing she never revealed the whole story. 

Half of the restaurant had their lives ruined by Shinra. There was no debating that simple fact. 

“Then how about an audition, blondie?”

“There's no time,” Wedge interrupted. “You have to pick up Marlene if we're doing this tonight.”

“I got ten minutes before I gotta go.”

“Come on, Barret,” Jessie spoke with a devious smirk, “worst case scenario, he's the extra target that keeps security off our butts.”

“I mean, if he can wield a sword like that, I think we're in good shape either way,” Biggs added. 

Cloud removed the Buster Sword from his back, carefully avoiding contact with the ceiling. He held the blade in one hand, pointed toward the ground, before tossing it just below the boundary and catching it easily. He repeated the motion like a child with a tennis ball.

“Well I think that settles it. What's your rate?”

“Two thousand.” 

“Get the hell outta here!”

“A last minute job against the company running the city. It's fair enough.”

Barret grumbled.

“Come on, let's give Soldier Boy a shot,” Jessie suggested, wrapping an arm around Cloud's shoulders. Tifa knew Jessie was just being friendly, but Cloud immediately pushed her off.

“...Be careful…” 

All heads whipped to find the small voice, to a little girl in the corner. 

“Guys!”

“That's not good…”

“You better forget what you heard and run along to your parents, kid.” 

Sera gripped the sword at her side, predatory eyes sharp and pristine. She took a quick but deep breath. “Shinra ruined my life. Ruined my father's life. Ruined Cloud and Tifa's life. I won't say anything, but if I'm leaving, I'm leaving with Cloud.”

“You can't just take our merc!”

“Then make a decision. I can't go with you, but I want that company to burn to the ground.”

“We're not takin’ a kid on a mission anyway.”

“I'm not asking to go with you. I'm asking that you all come back alive.” The little girl looked at Cloud before returning to the team. “I don't know what I'll do if something happens to him.”

“I’ve got this, Sera.”

She looked away again before meeting mako blue eyes and nodding slowly.

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To be continued…

Chapter list here! 

Thanks for reading!

[badassbutterfly1987]

for "beneath the same umbrella" Holland and Talya, maybe early or pre relationship? (I have this very vivid image of Tal working in the market amid a rainstorm as Holland very cautiously holds out the umbrella because honestly you'd probably rather get soaked than come under this with an Antari but * tries to shrug like the answer doesn't matter * you can if you want. If that provides any inspiration at all.)

Everyone knows rain is a good sign. If there’s enough rain, the crops might grow better. Less people might starve in the winter. So overall, a good sign.

That doesn’t mean Talya likes being at the market in the middle of a storm. It’s pouring, icy droplets hitting the ground. Hopefully it doesn’t start hailing. The tarp sheltering the booths is only so durable.

Bag of supplies clutched against her chest, she’s internally debating whether to brave the storm or wait it out when she notices the presence at her side. One she’s encountered a handful of times.

The Antari (Holland, she has to remind herself) is taller than the average city-dweller but somehow he manages to be quiet walking around, almost unobtrusive. As if he were harmless.

He’s holding out an umbrella, voice purposefully soft and not quite looking at her. “The rain probably won’t stop soon. I thought I should at least offer.”

It takes her a moment to recognize the material of the umbrella as seal skin. Worn with age and use but still likely to fetch a pretty price. She wonders what he had to give in exchange to receive such an object.

He hasn’t tried to hurt her. He hasn’t, as far as she knows, gone out of his way to hurt anyone. Harmless as a dove. If he weren’t Antari, the city would have ripped him apart.

Talya has learned to be cautious. She is also curious. “I could use an escort.”

Holland takes his place on her left so she can only see the moss green eye, no doubt used to the reflexive revulsion the Antari mark causes in others. He startles a little when she loops her arm around his, unused to positive touch.

They walk in the direction of the Kosik.

[aphroditestummyrolls]

Keep You Safe!

YEEEEEE ❤️ hello beloved friend! Here’s a fun little bit of angst for you— there’s a lot of happy, fluffy parts in the works, too. But this was what came to me.

His ship docked on a watery morning, just before dawn broke over Fifth Harbour. Ketterdam was still dark and misty, the coming winter sneaking up under his jumper and making him tug his coat tighter to him. It was too thin— meant for the fluffy flurries of Zemeni snowflakes, and reflected sunlight.

It wasn’t intended for the damp chill of the Kerch coast. But, he had grown a fondness for this ship, it’s brave little captain and crew, the way they always took him to his son.

Colm had received a letter from Jesper that shook him to his core once. It brought him across the True Sea, hunting into dark corners that he never would have dreamed he’d have to go to to find him— but, there was nowhere he wouldn’t go. Not for Jes.

By the time he went back to the farm, Colm’s fears were finally soothed. More than soothed, he felt connected.

He’d received letters since— from Jesper and Wylan, both their minds and Jesper’s pen. They were settling into life at the top of geldstraat after all that they’d suffered at the bottom of the Barrel. They kept him in the loop, chatting about wallpaper patterns and markets in Weddle with the most beautiful handcarved furniture, and how the merchant council had a collective heart attack when they saw the new painting of the two of them over the mantlepiece.

He hadn’t been expecting this hand delivered note— signed from Wylan, but written in a soft, slanting hand that wasn’t Jesper’s. Looking in the eyes of the familiar messenger, seeing the red rims around their wide, sparkling gaze, he knew the handwriting was hers. Inej already knew what it contained, and she’d come to collect him.

Waiting on the dock of Fifth Harbour, was a great crow. His black coat and hat rose up from the wet wooden slats of the pier, looking like nothing more than a smudge of darkness in the fog.

Jesper wasn’t there— he didn’t see a lanky, stork-like frame jogging up to take his bag, or hear the bouncy sound of his greeting. Wylan’s slight silhouette and curly head were also missing.

Inej was the one who had to nudge him down the gangplank. Tolya took his bag from his hand. And Kaz Brekker looked almost sheepish as he met his gaze. His pale, icy eyes were resolute, as if he was forcing himself to keep his gaze on him.

It didn’t make him look less grim.

“Afraid I can’t say I’m glad to see you.” He was afraid of a lot of things. His voice was rough— he’d hardly spoken on the three day crossing. He’d read the letter, again and again, just like the last time he’d crossed the sea for Jesper. “Take me to my boys, Brekker.”

Thanks for playing!

[feyresdaughter]

A Court of Frost and Starlight, chapter Ten - Twelve:

I painted and painted and painted. My heart thundered the entire time, steady as a war-drum. I painted until my back cramped and my stomach gurgled with demands for hot cocoa and dessert. The tower bells of Velaris sang twelve before I stopped. Before I lowered my brush and stared at what I’d created. Stared at what gazed back. Me. Or how I’d been in the Ouroboros, that beast of scale and claw and darkness; rage and joy and cold. All of me. What lurked beneath my skin. I had not run from it. And I did not run from it now. Yes—the first stitch to close a wound. That’s how it felt.

Her first painting, her true self 😭

RHYS POV

A tomb. This place was a tomb.

Cool, now Tamlin just has to die

I smiled. “Oh, no. That was all her. Clever, isn’t she.”

Aw he's so proud

It made no difference. He’d been there that day. Had given his father and brothers the information on where my sister and mother would be waiting for me to meet them. And done nothing to help them as they were butchered. I still saw their heads in those baskets, their faces still etched with fear and pain. And saw them again as I beheld the High Lord of Spring, both of us crowned in the same blood-soaked night.

And people still think Tamlin is getting a redemption arc 🙄

“You brought every bit of this upon yourself,” I said, my voice still soft. I didn’t need to yell to convey my rage. I never had. “You won,” he spat, sitting forward. “You got your mate. Is that not enough?” - “No.” The word echoed through the library. “You nearly destroyed her. In every way possible.” Tamlin bared his teeth. I bared mine back, temper be damned. Let some of my power rumble through the room, the house, the grounds. “She survived it, though. Survived you. And you still felt the need to humiliate her, belittle her. If you meant to win her back, old friend, that wasn’t the wisest route.” - “Get out.” I wasn’t finished. Not even close. “You deserve everything that has befallen you. You deserve this pathetic, empty house, your ravaged lands. I don’t care if you offered that kernel of life to save me, I don’t care if you still love my mate. I don’t care that you saved her from Hybern, or a thousand enemies before that.” The words poured out, cold and steady. “I hope you live the rest of your miserable life alone here. It’s a far more satisfying end than slaughtering you.” Feyre had once arrived at the same decision. I’d agreed with her then, still did, but now I truly understood.

Rhysand was way too nice here

I found Feyre walking home from presumably doing some shopping, a few bags dangling from her gloved hands. Her smile when I landed beside her, snow whipping around us, was like a fist to my heart.

He loves her so much 😭

“Walk home with me,” she said, looping her arm through mine and pressing close. I obeyed, taking the bags from her other hand.

We need more fanart of them just haling hands ok

She smiled broadly. Bright as the full moon, lovelier than any star.

The sound of her laughter danced with me all the way to the Palace of Thread and Jewels.

Feyre can recharge Rhys with just a laugh, she's that powerful

FEYRE POV

“What the hell is that?” Cassian was grinning the next evening as he waved a hand toward the pile of pine boughs dumped on the ornate red rug in the center of the foyer. “Solstice decorations. Straight from the market.” Snow clung to his broad shoulders and dark hair , and his tan cheeks were flushed with cold. “You call that a decoration?” He smirked. “A heap of pine in the middle of the floor is Night Court tradition.” I crossed my arms. “Funny.” - “I’m serious.” I glared, and he laughed. “It’s for the mantels, the banister, and whatever else, smartass. Want to help?”

BIG BRO LITTLE SIS VIBES

I remained where I was and tapped my foot. “What?”he said, brows rising. It was rare to see Cassian in anything but his Illyrian leathers, but the clothes, while not as fine as anything Rhys or Mor usually favored, suited him. “Dumping a bunch of trees at my feet is really how you say hello these days? A little time in that Illyrian camp and you forget all your manners.”Cassian was on me in a second, hoisting me off the ground to twirl me until I was going to be sick. I beat at his chest, cursing at him.

Them 😭😭😭😭 oh I love them so much

Cassian set me down at last. “What’d you get me for Solstice?” I smacked his arm. “A heaping pile of shut the hell up.” He laughed again, and I winked at him. “Hot cocoa or wine?” Cassian curved a wing around me, turning us toward the cellar door. “How many good bottles does little Rhysie have left?”

CASSIAN CURVING HIS WING AROUND FEYRE AND LEADING HER TO THE WINE

We drank two of them before Azriel arrived, took one look at our drunken attempts at decorating, and set about fixing it before anyone else could see the mess we’d made. Lounging on a couch before the birch fire in the living room, we grinned like devils as the shadowsinger straightened the wreaths and garlands we’d chucked over things, swept up pine needles we’d scattered over the carpets, and generally shook his head at everything.

Not them just grinning as they watch Azriel doing the work 😭❤️

“Az, relax for a minute,”Cassian drawled, waving a hand. “Have some wine. Cookies.” - “Take off your coat,”I added, pointing the bottle toward the shadowsinger, who hadn’t even bothered to do so before fixing our mess. Azriel straightened a sagging section of garland over the windowsill. “It’s almost like you two tried to make it as ugly as possible.”Cassian clutched at his heart. “We take offense to that.”Azriel sighed at the ceiling. “Poor Az,”I said, pouring myself another glass. “Wine will make you feel better.”

Them watching Az:

I'm cackling, I love the Feyre and Cassian chaotic energy

Rhys surveyed the room and chuckled. “I can tell exactly which ones you two did, and which ones Azriel tried to fix before I got here.”Azriel was indeed now rubbing his temple. Rhys lifted a brow at me. “I expected better from an artist.”I stuck out my tongue at him.

I LOVE THIS FAMILY AND AZRIEL IS HAVING A HEADACHE LMAO

“It’s cold as hell!” Mor called from the front hall, startling me from the warmth pooling in my core. “And who the hell let Cassian and Feyre decorate?”

The way she IMMEDIATELY knew

She, however, scowled. “You two couldn’t wait until I got here to break into the good wine?” I grinned as Cassian said, “We were just getting started on Rhys’s collection.” Rhys scratched his head. “It is there for anyone to drink, you know. Help yourself to whatever you want.” - “Dangerous words, Rhysand,” Amren warned,

Crime that SJM didn't include Mor in that chaos

She looked—“You look like an angry snowball,” Cassian said. I clamped my lips together to keep the laugh in.

THEHEHEHE

Cassian kissing Elain’s cheek in greeting before he nearly lifted her out of the way to get to the dining table.

“Are you just going to hold that chicken all night?” Cassian asked me from the table. Scowling, I stomped toward him, plunking the platter onto the wooden surface. “I spat in it,” I said sweetly. “Makes it all the more delicious,” Cassian crooned, smiling right back.

SIBLINGS OKAY

“Pig,”Mor supplied. Cassian gave a pointed look to the plate of green beans, chicken, bread, and ham already half eaten on Mor’s plate.

Their bickering is everything

Amren hissed at him, her dark hair swaying like a curtain of liquid night, “Do you know what an inconvenience it is to need to find a place to relieve myself everywhere I go?”A fizzing noise came from Cassian’s side of the table, but I clamped my lips together. Mor gripped my knee beneath the table, her body shaking with the effort of keeping her laugh reined in. I didn’t dare meet Mor’s stare. Or Cassian’s. One look and I’d completely dissolve. Amren waved a hand down at herself. “I should have selected a male form. At least you can whip it out and go wherever you like without having to worry about spilling on—” Cassian lost it. Then Mor. Then me. And even Az, chuckling faintly. “Tell me you know how a toilet works,” Cassian burst out, slapping a broad hand on the table. “Tell me you know that much.” I clapped a hand over my mouth, as if it would push the laugh back in. Across the table, Rhys’s eyes were brighter than stars, his mouth a quivering line as he tried and failed to remain serious.

I want to be there

“I was more drawn to the female form,” Amren answered simply. “I thought it was more symmetrical. It pleased me.” Mor frowned down at her own form, ogling her considerable assets. “True.”

Mhm yeah Mor knows how it is to be drawn to the female form

“Pick on someone your own size,”Cassian said to Amren, shoveling roast chicken into his mouth. “I’d feel bad for the mice,”Azriel muttered.

HOWLING

Winnowing into the freezing street, I pinwheeled my arms to keep upright as my boots slid on the ice coating the stones. Leaning against a lamppost, faelight gilding the talons atop his wings, Rhys chuckled. And didn’t move an inch. “Asshole,”I muttered. “Most males would help their mates if they’re about to break their heads on the ice.”He pushed off the lamppost and prowled toward me, every movement smooth and unhurried. Even now, I’d gladly spend hours just watching him. “I have a feeling that if I had stepped in, you would have bitten my head off for being an overbearing mother hen, as you called me.”I grumbled an answer he chose not to hear.

Feyre cursing at Rhysand and their bickering and Feyre always slamming into things omg

[ichijager13]

The story of us

A/N: you can find the links of all the chapters here. Enjoy reading !

Chapter III A huge mistake

Thirty-Nine, Forty, Forty-one…

The next time you ran into him was at the market. You were struggling with loading a heavy bag in the back of your car when he offered to help.

“You need a hand”. You heard a familiar voice calling. “It looks heavy”.

“Ah, Eren. Yes, please”. Once you finished you turned to him. “How about a drink to thank you for your help?”

“I can use a drink”. He replied smiling. You spent the next hour talking about stuff like that old patient with Alzheimer's who always mistakes him for her husband, your boss’ lame jokes, his sister who lives in Japan, and your friend Sasha. “It’s funny how I never saw you before that night, Sasha and I have been neighbors for about six years”.

“It’s usually her who comes to my place, for food obviously”. You joked.

“By the way, how is your boyfriend doing”.

“He is doing well, he left for a business trip about a month ago”. You took a sip from your drink. “He owns a company that makes and sells electronics”.

“What about you?” he inquired.

“I’m a bookkeeper in a MedTech company”. You glanced at him. “And you’re a doctor”.

He nodded. “Correct, a thoracic surgeon to be more precise”.

“Impressive”. You whistled dragging a laugh from the green-eyed man sitting next to you. “I have to go, thanks again for your help”. You said glancing at your watch. “It was nice seeing you”.

“It was nice seeing you too”. He remained at his place watching you run to your car in the pouring rain.

Forty-four, forty-five, forty-six…

It was Sasha’s birthday, Niccolo, Connie and you prepared a surprise birthday party for her and invited some friends. For the occasion, you picked a long cowl satin green dress with a slit.

“Too bad Marcel is not here”. Sasha shouted visibly tipsy. “That man surely works a lot”.

“Tell me about it”. you mumbled staring at the drink in your hand.

“Ow, don’t feel so down, please”. The brunette pouted. “We are here with you, honey, try to have some fun, okay?” you slowly nodded.

You don’t know how many drinks you had that night but based on how dizzy you felt it was a lot. You decided to go to the balcony hoping the fresh air would help you sober up a little when you run into him. “Hello there”. he greeted a drunken lazy smile lightened his features.

“Hi, looking for a breather as well”. He simply nodded. He looked so handsome wearing a light blue button-up shirt and brown pants. His hair was shorter than usual and somehow it looked better on him. it was slit back with some strands falling carelessly on his forehead. You had to fight the urgent need of pushing them back and caressing his chestnut hair. In fact, you had to stop yourself from doing several things, like staring at his captivating eyes, imagining how his strong arms would feel touring you, the taste of his plump lower lip, and how good it might feel to breathe in his scent. You were so far gone in your thoughts you didn’t notice his eyes on you. you slowly dragged your eyes away from his appealing lips. Feeling his gaze still focused on you, you looked up. he looked so beautiful in the dim light of the moon; his eyes were as mesmerizing as the first time you saw them. Encourage by the alcohol you reached your hand and slowly caressed his jawline. “Has anyone told you your eyes are so beautiful”. You breathed watching your thumb running back and forth on his cheek.

“Some did”. He replied leaning into your soft touch. You stepped closer and wrapped both arms around his shoulder. As a response his arms looped around your waist pulling you against him. “Are you sure you want this?” he inquired lips brushing yours. You slowly nodded; resting your forehead against his. you have been waiting for this moment since you first saw him but never had the courage to admit it to yourself. you closed your eyes when he finally captured your lips. The kiss was so intense and passionate that he had you moaning twice against his mouth before pulling away. “Come with me”. He spoke out of breath dragging you out of Sasha’s apartment. Looking around you noticed Connie has already collapsed on the couch next to a couple who were making out.

With his hand wrapped around your wrist, he guided you out of Sasha’s apartment, across the hallway and to his apartment stopping from time to time to devour your lips like his life depended on it.

He pressed you against the wall before even closing the door. His lips went from yours to your jawline, behind your ear, and down your throat leaving a trail of soft kisses before nipping at your neck gently. With each passing second in his arms, you felt your temperature rising and blood rushing through your veins. Every nerve and all your senses seemed to awaken from a long slumber and your brain couldn’t process all the things you were feeling. A low groan left your chest when he sunk his sharp teeth into the skin of your shoulder. With trembling hands, you brought his face up, there was nothing you wanted more at the moment than to feel his lips on yours. After a couple of frantic open-mouthed kisses, he hoped you in his arms and carried you to his room.

He kissed you once more while laying you on his bed then he stood up scanning you. “This dress is driving me crazy”. He spoke out of breath. “Is it okay?” he questioned before his big calloused hand ran across your leg and up your thigh until it disappeared under the slit when you nodded. He continued kneading and molding the fat of your thigh sending shivers along your spine to your overheated brain. Back on top of you, you reached a hand caressing his hair while you used the other to support your weight. you let your hand go down caressing his neck, stroking the contracted muscles of his biceps before running across his broad shoulder. You sat with your back leaning against the headboard bringing him closer. You quickly undid the buttons of his shirt before tossing it on the floor letting your hand roam across his torso while your lips met his. His shirt was followed by your dress a while later. He kissed and caressed every inch of your exposed skin as the dress went off leaving you in a pair of nude cotton panties. Remembering your choice of lingerie earlier you cringed. This was definitely not the type of underwear you wanted him to see you in. but Eren seemed to have another opinion, he was drinking at the sight of your naked body underneath him. his hands were everywhere, his lips were bringing dead parts of your soul back to life and his warm breath was covering your soft skin.

Tonight, your body was discovering a whole new pack of sensations. Each caress earned a louder moan, a deeper sigh, and shorter breathing. Eren on the other hand couldn’t stop loving you. the more he got the more he needed. Drunk on your scent and dizzied by the sweet sounds escaping your now swollen lips he admired and caressed your body like a piece of art. He needed to capture and store each second, each thrust, each heartbeat, and each sensation.

When you finally collapsed bodies intertwined, he brought his lips to your forehead leaving soft kisses. You relaxed in his arms adapting your cardiac and breathing rate to his. “You are so beautiful; I’ve been dreaming of having you like this for years now”. You nestled your face in the crook of his neck listening to his soft voice praising you. “You haunted my thoughts for so long it feels surreal having you in my arms”. He pulled you closer, burying one hand in your hair. the sound of your voice calling his name each time you came undone still resonates through his being. Minutes later you drifted to sleep, your regular breathing felt so southing and the warmth of your body so welcoming.

Tonight, and for the first time in months, Eren fell asleep feeling happy.

 Forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one…

You rolled on your back groaning, your head felt so heavy and your mouth dry. You sunk into his arms nuzzling his neck. You silently prayed he didn’t drink as much as you did last night when you suddenly froze. Marcel is on a business trip and won’t be back home for seven days. Fuck, whose arms are wrapped around me you wondered panicking. You tried to open your eyes but the sunlight was so bright you had to close them immediately. You tried again slowly and you almost jumped when you saw the man lying beside you.

You sat straight and held your head in your hands. “This can’t be real; this can’t be real”. You muttered. “I have to leave”. Noticing you were completely naked didn’t help calm you. “How did I end up here”. you whined.

Feeling you moving next to him, Eren slowly immerged from sleep. “Good morning”. His voice was raw and low.

You looked at him panicked. “Please tell me this is a nightmare”. Visibly hurt he pulled his head from his pillow and stared at you. realizing your mistake, you looked away. “Look I’m sorry. It’s not what I meant but…”.

“You regret it”. he cut you abruptly.

“Yes, no. I mean, it really has nothing to do with you. I swear, but I… you see I have a boyfriend. This is a mistake, a huge mistake”. you left the bed looking for your clothes. “You seem to be a great guy; I genuinely believe you are”. You paused. “Where the hell are my clothes”. You groaned. “Here is the dress”. After picking it up you followed. “I hope you understand. We were both drunk. It was a mistake”. You scanned the floor desperately. “I’m terribly sorry, I shouldn’t have drunk that much”. You kneeled before the bed looking for your underwear. He tossed it to you when he understood what you were looking for. “Thank you”. once you were fully dressed you turned to him. “I think it’s better if we forget about it, don’t you think?” you ran your hand through your hair trying to discipline it.

You were about to add something when he rose his hand. “Just leave, I get it”. he seemed a bit harsh but you didn’t pay it further attention at the moment. “You can find your shoes by the door”. He said slipping his briefs on and leaving the room. Minutes later you left his house feeling guilty and ashamed.

[downincmi]

Ski Gear Market: Innovations in Snow Sports Equipment

Ski Boots One of the most important pieces of ski gear is your ski boots. Boots are what connect your feet to your skis and allow you to control your movements on the snow. When choosing ski boots, it's important to find a pair that fit your foot shape and size well. Boots that are too tight or loose can make skiing uncomfortable and reduce your ability to control your skis. Many ski shops offer fitting services where employees can heat mold boots to your foot for a custom fit. Look for boots made of durable materials like plastic or leather that will withstand plenty of use on the slopes without wearing out. Make sure to get boots that are appropriate for your skiing ability as advanced skiers may need boots with stiffer soles for better edge control at high speeds. Skis Next you'll need to choose the right pair of skis for your weight, height, ability level and preferred skiing terrain and conditions. There is a wide range of ski types available including all-mountain, powder, carving and mogul skis. All-mountain skis are versatile options that work well in most conditions. Powder skis have wide waists for floating in deep snow while carving skis have narrower waists and stiffer build for high performance carving. Consider your body measurements when selecting ski length as a general guideline is to have skis that come up to your chin. Check that the skis have the right flex for your weight too - too soft and they won't be responsive, too stiff and they may be difficult to control. Pay attention to sidecut radius which determines how easily the skis will turn. Sharper sidecut means quicker, tighter turns that are good for groomed trails. Wider sidecuts work better in crud or powder conditions. Ski Poles Quality ski poles are crucial for balance, power and control on the slopes. Look for lightweight yet durable ski poles made from aluminum or carbon fiber. Adjustable poles that can be sized to the skier's height are convenient. Pole baskets or tips on the bottom should provide traction to grip the snow without causing damage to the surface. Some poles feature wrist straps or loops to prevent dropping the poles in case of a fall. Grips should be comfortable, non-slip materials. Adjust the poles so the basket is level with your forehead when standing naturally. This aids in proper pole planting technique which is important for efficient skiiing. Ski Clothing Cold weather ski gear consists of insulating base layers, mid layers and protective outerwear designed to keep body heat in while keeping moisture out. Base layers made from wool or synthetic thermal fabrics like polypropylene wick moisture away from the skin and trap radiant heat. Mid layers add additional warmth and should be fleece or similar lightweight insulating fabrics. Waterproof and breathable ski jackets and pants comprise the protective outer layer. Look for loose fitting designs with sealed seams and adjustable vents to allow heat to escape on warmer climbs or descents. Gloves or mittens should be insulated and waterproof with non-slip palm patches for gripping poles. Ski helmets provide protection from head injuries and goggles shield the eyes from ultraviolet rays, wind and flying debris or chunks of snow. Choose polarized lenses for optimum visibility in bright conditions. Other Accessories Additional handy items for skiers include backpacks, Duffel bags or roller bags to transport gear, gaiters to prevent snow from getting inside boots, ski socks specially designed to regulate moisture and prevent blisters, ski skins for climbing slopes, avalanche safety equipment like beacons, probes and shovels if venturing into backcountry zones and small essentials like wax, hand and toe warmers, sunscreen and chapstick. For children, look for appropriately sized gear fitted for their body including helmets designed specifically for young heads. Rental equipment may suffice for beginners or occasional users but outfitting with well-fitting, personal gear results in better performance and comfort on the mountain.

[adityacmi]

Ski Gear and Equipment Battery Market Insights: Exploring Winter Sports Enthusiasts' Needs

Choosing the Right Ski Gear for an Enjoyable Winter Sports Experience

Ski Boots

One of the most important pieces of ski gear is your ski boots. Boots are what connect your feet to your skis and allow you to control your movements on the snow. When choosing ski boots, it's important to find a pair that fit your foot shape and size well. Boots that are too tight or loose can make skiing uncomfortable and reduce your ability to control your skis. Many ski shops offer fitting services where employees can heat mold boots to your foot for a custom fit. Look for boots made of durable materials like plastic or leather that will withstand plenty of use on the slopes without wearing out. Make sure to get boots that are appropriate for your skiing ability as advanced skiers may need boots with stiffer soles for better edge control at high speeds.

Skis

Next you'll need to choose the right pair of skis for your weight, height, ability level and preferred skiing terrain and conditions. There is a wide range of ski types available including all-mountain, powder, carving and mogul skis. All-mountain skis are versatile options that work well in most conditions. Powder skis have wide waists for floating in deep snow while carving skis have narrower waists and stiffer build for high performance carving. Consider your body measurements when selecting ski length as a general guideline is to have skis that come up to your chin. Check that the skis have the right flex for your weight too - too soft and they won't be responsive, too stiff and they may be difficult to control. Pay attention to sidecut radius which determines how easily the skis will turn. Sharper sidecut means quicker, tighter turns that are good for groomed trails. Wider sidecuts work better in crud or powder conditions.

Ski Poles

Quality ski poles are crucial for balance, power and control on the slopes. Look for lightweight yet durable ski poles made from aluminum or carbon fiber. Adjustable poles that can be sized to the skier's height are convenient. Pole baskets or tips on the bottom should provide traction to grip the snow without causing damage to the surface. Some poles feature wrist straps or loops to prevent dropping the poles in case of a fall. Grips should be comfortable, non-slip materials. Adjust the poles so the basket is level with your forehead when standing naturally. This aids in proper pole planting technique which is important for efficient skiiing.

Ski Clothing

Cold weather ski gear consists of insulating base layers, mid layers and protective outerwear designed to keep body heat in while keeping moisture out. Base layers made from wool or synthetic thermal fabrics like polypropylene wick moisture away from the skin and trap radiant heat. Mid layers add additional warmth and should be fleece or similar lightweight insulating fabrics. Waterproof and breathable ski jackets and pants comprise the protective outer layer. Look for loose fitting designs with sealed seams and adjustable vents to allow heat to escape on warmer climbs or descents. Gloves or mittens should be insulated and waterproof with non-slip palm patches for gripping poles. Ski helmets provide protection from head injuries and goggles shield the eyes from ultraviolet rays, wind and flying debris or chunks of snow. Choose polarized lenses for optimum visibility in bright conditions.

Other Accessories

Additional handy items for skiers include backpacks, Duffel bags or roller bags to transport gear, gaiters to prevent snow from getting inside boots, ski socks specially designed to regulate moisture and prevent blisters, ski skins for climbing slopes, avalanche safety equipment like beacons, probes and shovels if venturing into backcountry zones and small essentials like wax, hand and toe warmers, sunscreen and chapstick. For children, look for appropriately sized gear fitted for their body including helmets designed specifically for young heads. Rental equipment may suffice for beginners or occasional users but outfitting with well-fitting, personal gear results in better performance and comfort on the mountain.

Making an Investment

Quality ski equipment represents an investment that should last many seasons if properly cared for and stored during the off-season. To keep gear in top working condition, hand wash fabrics to retain breathability and waterproofing. Inspect boots for cracks or worn seal edges that allow moisture ingress. Service waxless skis with wax or liquid glide products for slippery surfaces. Check bindings for any broken or loose parts and tune annually as recommended by manufacturers. Consider multi-season equipment rentals if usage is infrequent versus owning as purchasing quality gear involves a greater upfront cost. With the right ski gear matched to ability and conditions, skiing or snowboarding can become an enjoyable lifetime sport spent exploring mountain terrain under vast blue skies amid spectacular snowy vistas during winter months.

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For the Valentine’s Day prompts - how ‘bout callowmoore with 👠?

Fun. :)

Ashton and Fearne's room in their cozy cabin was illuminated by a pale torch lit glow. Ashton muttered to themselves, reciting passages from a Self Help book they had recently published, Just Don't: The Art of Fuck Ups and How To Push Past Them. Their pummice hand trembled along with their nerves. He paced in circles in front of a mirror.

"Fuck!" Ashton coached themselves, "Come, Greymoore, get your shit together."

The familiar voice of their girlfriend Fearne chimed, "Yeah, Baby, really publishing was the hardest part. I'm pretty sure you've got this one in the bag."

"Thank you," they sighed in relief.

They shared a soft smooch. Fearne reminded, "It's your first public reading. Our friends will show up, and you'll be just fine."

With Fearne by their side, how could Ashton not be okay? She slapped him on the back and followed up with another smooch.

"What was that for?"

She shrugged with a grin, "I don't know I just wanted one more."

"Oh." Ashton chuckled, looping an arm around her waist, "Fair play Calloway."

"Um, Ash?"

"Yes, Babe."

She reminded, turning her partner toward the mirror, "You do we can't leave the house until you put on some bottoms."

"Shit, yeah, you're right."

Ashton put on some black skinny jeans to pair with a trench coat that had the sleeves cut off, and a shirt that said, 'Fuckin' Feytastic Adventure Land' with designs of all their girlfriend's animal friends.

She prompted, "Wait, wait, wait."

Fearne fixed their collar just perfectly. She hugged him from behind -- the purple wine trench, the black t-shirt, and matching jeans, and boots. Fearne wolf whistled at her person.

"Channeling your outer Chet, Babe?"

"A little." She admitted, biting her lower lip, "But you do look pretty dang hot, Greymoore."

"I hope so. I changed my shitty outfit like 4 fucking times."

Fearne prompted, looking at her partner with big doe eyes, "Yes, and?"

They indulged her, "You are the hottest woman in any room, and how dare I forgot to say it out loud?"

Ashton helped her in a dark blue denim jacket with all sorts of patches. They walked to Mercer's Book Market hand-in-hand. The couple greeted their friends, and when the first reading was complete, the small audience of twenty people left with new books and tears of joy from laughing so much.

She pecked his slag glass side, leaving remnants of her dark pink lipstick. "I'm very proud of you, Ash."

Fearne slipped off his dashing reading glasses. Ashton watched her walk away with a mischievous grin. The duo took the long way home, and when they met up with Bell's Hells again for celebratory drinks, the cherry blossoms scattered in their clothes and hair spoke volumes.

[joeygoldy]

The Impact of Sustainable Materials in the Luggage Industry

Luggage in Sri Lanka come in various types, each designed to meet specific travel needs and preferences. Here are some of the different types available in the market at varying luggage prices in Sri Lanka:

Suitcases:

Hardshell Suitcases: These are made of durable materials like polycarbonate or ABS plastic, offering excellent protection for your belongings.

Soft side Suitcases: These are made of fabric materials like nylon or polyester, providing flexibility and often featuring exterior pockets for easy access to essentials. They also have cheaper hand luggage prices compared to hard-shells.

Duffel Bags:

Traditional Duffel Bags: Usually made of canvas or leather, they are versatile and great for short trips or as gym bags.

Rolling Duffel Bags: These have wheels and a retractable handle, making them easier to transport.

Backpacks:

Travel Backpacks: Designed with compartments for laptops, tablets, and other electronics, these are ideal for travellers who prefer a backpack-style carry-on.

Hiking Backpacks: Designed for outdoor activities, these backpacks often come with specialised features like hydration reservoir sleeves and gear loops.

Wheeled Luggage:

Spinner Luggage: These have four wheels that can rotate 360 degrees, offering excellent manoeuvrability.

Two-Wheeled Luggage: These have two fixed wheels and are often pulled rather than pushed.

Garment Bags:

Garment Bags: Designed to keep clothing wrinkle-free, these are often used for business trips or special occasions.

Carry-On Bags

Cabin bags: Sized to meet airline carry-on restrictions, these bags are designed to fit in overhead compartments.

Laptop Bags:

Laptop Backpacks: These have padded compartments to protect laptops and other electronics during travel.

Laptop Totes: Stylish bags with dedicated laptop compartments, often favoured by professionals.

Travel Totes and Handbags:

Tote Bags: Versatile bags used for carrying a variety of items, including personal belongings and travel essentials.

Shoulder Bags: Stylish handbags often used as personal items on flights.

Specialty Luggage:

Kid's: Smaller and colourful luggage designed for children.

Pet Carriers: Designed for travelling with pets, they provide comfort and safety for your furry friends.

Hybrid Luggage:

Combination Bags: Some luggage options combine features of different types, such as wheeled backpacks or convertible duffel bags with backpack straps.

Travel Accessories:

Packing Cubes: Helps with organisation within your luggage.

Locks: Provide security for your belongings.

Scales: Helps you avoid overweight baggage fees.

Travel Pillows: Offers comfort during long journeys.

Travel Organisers: Keep documents, chargers, and small items organised.

The type of bags you choose depends on your travel style, destination, and personal preferences. It is important to consider factors like durability, size, weight, and features when selecting the right luggage for your needs.

What kind of materials are used to manufacture luggage?

Luggage can be made from various materials, each with its own set of advantages and disadvantages. The choice of material often depends on the type of bag, its intended use, and personal preferences. Here are some common materials used to manufacture them:

Hardshell (Hard side) Materials:

Polycarbonate: Known for its lightweight yet durable properties, polycarbonate is a popular choice for hard-shell luggage. It is resistant to impact and can withstand rough handling.

ABS (Acrylonitrile Butadiene Styrene): ABS plastic is also lightweight and durable, offering good impact resistance. It is often used for affordable hard-shell luggage.

Soft side Materials:

Nylon: High-denier nylon is a durable and water-resistant material commonly used in soft side luggage. It is known for its strength and abrasion resistance.

Polyester: Polyester is another common fabric used in soft side luggage. It is lightweight, affordable, and offers reasonable durability.

Canvas: Canvas is a heavy-duty fabric known for its durability and vintage aesthetic. It is often used in duffel bags and retro-style luggage.

Leather:

Genuine Leather: Leather is known for its luxurious appearance and durability. It may require maintenance to keep it looking its best.

Synthetic Leather (Faux Leather): Synthetic leather provides a similar look to genuine leather but is typically more affordable and easier to care for.

Hybrid Materials:

Combination Materials: Some luggage combines both hard-shell and soft side elements to offer the benefits of both, such as the flexibility of a soft side front pocket and the protection of a hard-shell back.

Metal:

Aluminium: Aluminium is sturdy and offers excellent protection for fragile items. It is often used for premium or specialised cases, including briefcases and camera equipment cases.

Recycled and Eco-Friendly Materials:

Recycled Plastics: Some brands are incorporating recycled plastics into their designs to reduce environmental impact.

Sustainable Fabrics: Environmentally conscious travellers may prefer those made from sustainable materials like organic cotton or recycled nylon.

Hardshell Laminates:

Polycarbonate Composite: Luggage may feature a composite of polycarbonate and other materials to enhance durability and reduce weight.

Fabric Coatings:

Water-Resistant Coatings: Many soft side bags have coatings that make them more water-resistant, helping to protect your belongings from moisture.

When choosing the right ones for you, consider factors such as durability, weight, style, and the intended use. Each material has its own advantages, and the best choice for you will depend on your specific needs and preferences.

Why is it important to make luggage using sustainable materials, and what impact does it have on the luggage industry?

Making these bags using sustainable materials is important, and it can have a significant impact on the industry and the environment:

Environmental Conservation:

Resource Conservation: Sustainable materials often involve the use of recycled or renewable resources, reducing the demand for virgin materials. This helps conserve natural resources like oil, minerals, and forests.

Reduced Pollution: Sustainable materials typically have a lower environmental footprint in terms of production and processing, resulting in reduced air and water pollution.

Reduced Waste:

Recyclability: Sustainable materials are often designed to be recyclable, reducing the amount of non-biodegradable waste ending up in landfills.

Extended Product Life: Durable materials can prolong the lifespan of luggage, reducing the need for frequent replacements and associated waste.

Lower Carbon Footprint:

Energy Efficiency: Sustainable materials and production processes can be more energy-efficient, leading to reduced greenhouse gas emissions associated with manufacturing them.

Transportation Impact: Sustainable materials can also be lighter, reducing the weight of luggage and the fuel consumption required for transportation.

Consumer Demand:

Ethical and Eco-Friendly Consumer Preferences: Many consumers are becoming more environmentally conscious and seek products that align with their values. Sustainable options cater to this growing demand.

Innovation and Industry Evolution:

Technology Advancements: The adoption of sustainable materials often drives innovation in the industry, encouraging the development of eco-friendly materials and manufacturing processes.

Competition and Market Share: Manufacturers that prioritise sustainability can gain a competitive edge and capture market share among environmentally aware consumers.

Regulatory Compliance:

Environmental Regulations: As governments and international organisations implement stricter environmental regulations, companies may be compelled to adopt more sustainable practices and materials to comply with these rules.

Corporate Responsibility and Reputation:

Branding and Reputation: Those companies that prioritise sustainability can enhance their brand image and reputation, appealing to socially conscious consumers.

Long-Term Viability:

Future-Proofing: Investing in sustainable materials and practices can future-proof luggage companies by ensuring they remain viable and responsible in an increasingly environmentally aware world.

Using sustainable materials in luggage manufacturing is crucial for reducing the luggage industry's environmental impact, conserving resources, and meeting the demands of eco-conscious consumers. It not only benefits the environment but also fosters innovation, enhances brand reputation, and contributes to the long-term viability of luggage companies in an evolving marketplace.

[slimlushies]

Slime Rancher Plushies

Product Details A brand-new Slime Rancher sequel deserves a bigger, squishier plush – and that’s exactly what this is. It’s 30 inches wingtip-to-wingtip and is made from baby minky fabric with ultra-soft cloud stuffing.slime rancher plushies

Slime Toys are non-vaccable objects that help reduce the natural rate of agitation for nearby slimes. They also act as a lure for Puddle Slimes, and can be used to raise the shyness cap from four to five.

Batty Slime Batty Slimes are one of the new slime types in Slime Rancher 2. These docile critters have wings and like to fly around. They enjoy eating fruit, especially pomegranate.

Slime Rancher 2 is a First-Person Life Simulation game where players can lose hours wrangling alien slimes and growing their ranch. Each slime has its own personality and needs. Feeding Batty Slimes pomegranate doubles the amount of plorts they create, allowing players to quickly construct items or convert them for money.

Puddle Slime This cute puddle slime from the hit video game will brighten up any home. With embroidered expressions that have been scientifically proven to bring happiness to those who see them, each plush features a weighted beany-bottom to keep it from rolling away and accessory-friendly hang loops so you can display your favorite slime anywhere.

Pink Slimes are common and found all over the world in Slime Rancher 2. Combine them into a Largo for a quick boost of plorts and Newbucks by feeding them Heart Beets.

Rock Slime Rock slimes earned their name from the rocky crown of sharp spikes that adorn their slimy bodies. They love minerals and are strict vegetarians, favoring the satisfying crunch of heart beet above all else.

These slimes can jump to the air and cling to surfaces, so make sure you prioritize auto-feeders and plort collectors on harmful Slime corrals. They can also agitate in the daylight, so consider using solar shields or a sky net on them.

These slimes can be found in multiple areas in Ember Valley, but they are most commonly found in caves. They produce Fire plorts, which earn you 50 Newbucks on the plort market.

Tabby Slime The Tabby Slime features cute cat ears and a rotund body. These critters can be found in the Rainbow Fields and eat a diet of meat and vegetables. They're prone to escaping, so they're best kept in a Corral with High Walls and an Air Net.

These slimes pop out Puddle Plorts that earn ranchers a starting value of fifteen Newbucks. They're a bit of a pain to keep as they can't be housed near other Slimes and will eat through an ash trough relatively quickly.

Phosphor Slime While Phosphor Slimes look pretty cool, these nocturnal creatures can disappear into thin air if they're exposed to sunlight. You can prevent this from happening by equipping your corral with a Solar Shield or keeping them in a perpetually dark location like a cave.

Moss Blanket is one of the first areas you'll get to explore in Slime Rancher 2. It's peaceful and full of different slimes, including savory Honey Slimes and commanding-sounding Hunter Slimes.

These critters eat fruit-based foods such as mint mango, which makes them ideal for players wanting to collect quick plorts early on.

Rad Slime Rad Slimes are green slimes with a radioactive aura that glows in the dark. They can induce rad poisoning in ranchers if they stay within their aura for too long. They have a favorite food of Silver Parsnips and can be splashed to remove their aura.

They can be tamed with Gordo Snares and give the same rewards as other large slimes once they transform into a largo. Like all slimes, they eat food to grow. They do not attack or do damage but may pounce on the player when agitated.

Boom Slime Embroidered expressions make these soft, huggable plushies the perfect addition to any fan's collection. They feature a weighted beany bottom and accessory-friendly hang loops so they can easily be hooked to your bag, backpack or fanny pack.

Pink slimes are the most common type of slime in the Far, Far Range and can eat anything, including Plorts. They like to be fed fruit and their plorts have a default value of seven Newbucks.

Rock slimes have returned for Slime Rancher 2, and while they're harmful thanks to sharp crystal formations protruding from their bodies, they're not mean-spirited.

Honey Slime Featuring clear slime topped with squishy jelly cubes and fimos and cute bee charms. This slime makes the perfect addition to your Flowers & Bees themed preschool activities.

Honey Slimes are one of the more unique slime types available on your ranch, spawning exclusively in the Moss Blanket area and producing honey plorts worth 45 Newbucks. This makes them ideal for the early game, especially since they're not as prone to escaping as Rock Slimes and Tabby Slimes.

[rugschouhan]

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We have built a good respect for crafting high-quality products in which one of best product is throw blankets with no exception. We pay attention to every minute detail, from the selection of premium materials to the manufacturing process. The result is a range of throw blankets that are durable, long-lasting, and exceptionally soft. Whether you prefer plush fabrics like cashmere or prefer the warmth of wool, we have an extensive selection of options to suit your preferences. We have our official website through it you purchase our products easily with many other products like online jute rugs, online jute cushion covers, online handmade bags and other.

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