#any tips on displaying/caring for some of these items?

[kitsunesflames]

Looking forward to receiving my first fanzine bundle purchase!

[redheadspark]

hey!!! i wanted to ask for the prompt #7 where it’s mainly azriel x reader but includes the whole IC too? the rest is up to you, but please remember to take all the time you need or want!! thank u <3

A/N - I do like this for Azriel. It's short but cute, I hope you like it! Thanks for the request!

Shockingly Sweet

Summary - Your recent news shocks the Inner Circle, especially Azriel. But in the sweetest way possible.

Warnings - Just fluff

“So whose idea was this?”

“I didn’t think of it,”

“No one would peg you as the candidate, Cassian. Given your track record,”

Cassian flipped off Rhsyand as the rest of the Inner Circle was standing in front of the massive dining room of The House of Wind.  Perched on the top of the tale were assortments of treats and confectionary items, all assorted on plates and display bowls from one end of the table to the other.  Their eyes were wide in amazement at that assortment in front of them: massive cookies the size of hands and heads, small bons bons assembled in pyramids.  Even wine glasses are already poured out and ready, the wine bottle out and already opened.  

Everyone was in shock, even the Spymaster himself didn’t know what to say as someone finally appeared from the kitchen to the right.  It was you, Azriel’s girlfriend who was beaming at the group and looking rather nervous in your smock worn over your dress.  Elaine floated out right after you, almost bouncing on the tip of her toes with a huge grin on her gorgeous face.  The Inner Circle looked over to the pair as you finally found your voice, still nervous in your stance.

“Thank you all for coming on short notice,” You started to explain, your voice soft but laced with hesitance and uncertainty, “I know you are all busy with your lives and, you know, running Night Court…”

“You make it sound like a big deal,” Cassian teased you, Nesta swatted his chest in retaliation as she gave you a reassuring smile.

“I wanted to plan something for you all, as a way of thanking you for accepting me into your lives and homes when I needed it,” You explained, shifting on your feet with some nerves along your skin.  Azriel saw it, instantly walking over to block you from the view of the others and look at you in concern.

“You don’t have to—�� he started to explain, thinking that this might be best for you since you hated being in the spotlight altogether.  In fact, it was one of the main reasons he was attracted to you, your gentleness and quietness.  He loved that about you, you not needing to be loud to be certain of attention.  You looked at him and shook your head.

“I’m okay, trust me,” You hummed at him, seeing him search your eyes in confusion as you looked past him at the rest of the Inner Circle, all of whom were waiting patiently for what you were going to say, “You all know that I work at the local candy shop, the one near the harbor?”

“Great shop…not a huge fan of the owner though,” Cassian joked, Rhsyand rolling his eyes as Feyre eyed him.

“You are not helping,” She advised him calmly, to which Cassian laughed and shrugged as Feyre looked back at you, “Go on.  What about the shop?”

Being on your own for so long, having to be in survival mode and going day by day with barely any food in your belly or a roof over your head.  It was something you were used to for the longest time, not having another person to lean on and or someone to take care of you.

Then you stumbled on Verlaris, and your luck changed for the better.

Agatha, the owner of the candy shop, took you into both to give you a place to sleep and to work for her.  She had a kind heart, though her old age would not show it from time to time when she would be snippy with the children who would touch her displays or vendors who tried to take advantage of her.  But in the end, her shop was insanely popular, and there was a spare room in the back of the shop where you would sleep.  Months came and went, you sang every coin you were given and were able to have enough to find your own little apartment which was a 10-minute walk from the shop.  You stayed at the shop, working rather well and learning the business trade from Agatha, and considering you the only family you had.

Until High Lady Feyre and High Lord Rhysand came into your shop, their own toddler son Nyx on Feyre’s hip.  Once again, your life changed.  

“The owner, Agatha, recently just announced her retirement. She is walking away from the business altogether,” You explained to the High Lady, and everyone looked at you in shock from the news, “She’s been working there and running the shop for centuries,”

“I do remember walking into the shop a few times a year for her chocolates, they are really good,” More commented with a snort, “So, who’s the lucky fae taking over the shop?”

“Someone a bit younger and better with customer service I hope,” Rhysand joked with a grin. You tilted your chin up in confidence.  

“I’m taking over,”

Those three words rang in the room as everyone looked at you in shock and amazement.  You stood still, seeing all the pairs of eyes on you and how you were shyly smiling.  It felt like you were jumping off a cliff into the unknown, though you already signed the documents and got the keys earlier that morning.  Making the choice, although it took a month to finally say “yes” to it, was one of the best and yet scary things that you have ever done, but it was all for the better.

The day Rhsyand and Feyre met you in that shop was the day you were once again feeling a change in your life.  They were interested in the new display of chocolates that you helped create with Agatha, both praising you for how good it was and wishing to find more treats to indulge you.  You were simply riding on a high with having the High Lord and High Lady of Night Court in the still, talking to you with kindness and sincerity.  After them were Cassian and Nesta, who seemed such opposites but were instantly in love with one another. 

Then lastly, was More with Azriel  The Spymaster who flipped your work upside down.

“You…you own the shop now?” Nesta asked in genuine shock as you nodded your head, fiddling with your hands in front of you.  Cassian was beaming, like a young child during Winter Solstice.

“That…is the best job ever!  I’m jealous!” He exclaimed, “I would rather work in a candy shop than be the Illryian Army Commander….no offense Rhys,”

“No…not that’s fair,” Rhysand hummed while you looked from the group over to Azriel.  He was still in shock from the news, his wide hazel eyes were almost reflecting off the lights in the room but they were still on you.  At first, you thought he would hate the notion since he would try and take care of you in all aspects of your new and fresh relationship.  He knew of your hard past and the hardships you went through, thinking it was his duty to properly care for you.  Of course, it seemed silly to you, but then again it was his way to show that he cared about you and loved you.  He was a gift giver and a provider so to speak, and the last thing he wanted was for the fae he was falling in love with still attempt to survive.

He helped you move into a bigger apartment from the small one you lived in, he would escort you to and from work whenever he had the chance, even loving to both take you out to eat or make something to eat at your place.  

You never felt this kind of love with anyone else in your life.

“So that means you are in charge of all of the treats in the shop, all of it?” Mor asked, sounding more excited than before as you looked away from Azriel and at the group.  They were all smiling, looking rather pleased with the news.  It made you look over at Elaine and gesture your head in her direction, seeing her on the arm bouncing up and down in the hair from all the excitement that was in her veins.

“It does, and thanks to Elaine and her help, I wanted to show you all the new line of candy that I created and I’m thinking of launching within a month,” You explained, the rest of the group now looking over at the dining room table again that was covered in all the candy and treats you and Elaine created for the past few days.  You wanted to ask her since she was an expert baker and knew her way around treats.  She was more than willing to help you and make everything with you, insanely excited throughout the whole process.  After a few failed attempts, everything that was made looked perfect and beyond tempting to show the Inner Circle.  

“I want you all to be the first ones to taste the candy and to give me your honest opinion on how it is.  It won’t be released to the public for a while, but I wanted you all to try them first since you��ve been supportive of me,” You reasoned, not wishing to be sappy about that statement.  But you were telling the truth: every single person in the Inner Circle was insanely supportive of you.  They each took care of you in one moment in time and gave you all the support you needed to be where you were currently.  You were grateful for this newfound family that found you.  

Especially the Illyrian who was at your side and holding your hand in such a loving manner.

“You’ve come so far, and letting us do this for you, means the world,” Feyre said to you with her beautiful smile and bright eyes twinkling.  Rhysand winked at you from behind his mate, Nesta smirking and nodding in agreement as Cassian showed you his smirk.  Mor tilted your head at you in affection, which left Azriel to lean over and kiss the side of your head lovingly.  

“Thank you for letting us try your creations,” Mor thanked you wholeheartedly, “And you want us to try…all of them?”

“However much you want, and let me know which ones work and which don’t,” You reassured them, Cassian rubbing his hands together and looking at the dining room table like he won some kind of prize.

“Guys come on, let’s take advantage of this!  We can have fun, and plus you can't go wrong with candy!” He encouraged the rest of the group, and with them all coming to say their thanks, they all dived into the treats.  You watched in earnest and in interest as the looks of happiness and joy were on their faces.  They were all enjoying each bite, talking to each other wildly at the tastes they were experiencing.  

Yet the one person you were wishing to hear from the most was still next to you, making you look up at him and searching his bright eyes. This time he was smiling, a proud smile that he would share with you a handful of times.  You could see it in his eyes, the pride he had that you were safely on your feet.

“Az?” You asked sheepishly, seeing him lean down to hug you closely in his arms.  He hummed, hugging you in such a way that it made you smile and almost shed tears at the same time. You loved it when he hugged you, he would pour his affection into each hug he would give and show you through that gesture that he cared for you more than words, more than gestures. 

“Darling girl,” he cooed into your ear, pulling away slightly to frame your face in his scarred hands, “You never cease to amaze me with how incredible you are.  This is amazing, my love,”

You smiled widely as he kissed you, his lips would be far sweeter than any candy you would ever create.  

The End

July Prompt Session

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Kinktober Day 9: Blasphemy

Author's Note: If you're at all offended or put off by blasphemy or sacrilegious themes, I'd recommend skipping this one. It's kinky, slutty gay sex in a church, and I lean into the blasphemous nature of that. You have been warned ‼️‼️ Don't ask why the prelude rhymes. It just sort of came to me 🫣

Pairings: Fyodor x male reader

Warnings: Dom male!reader, sub!Fyodor, sacrilegious acts, sex in a church, choking, bondage, roleplay, hierophilia, mild allusions to homophobia

Prompt credit: wylerkinktober 🧡

On a cold winter's night, two bodies meet. Skin to skin contact that turns up the heat.

Blasphemy of the highest degree, their very souls overshadowed by ecstasy.

One act after another, a shameful display. Circumstances be damned, they could do this all day.

The orange candlelight flickered, bathing the room and its inhabitants in a warm glow — holy, one might even call it. Though the scenes unfolding within this blessed building were anything but.

There, in the front row of pews sat you and your lover. It started out innocent; Fyodor wanted to come here to relax and contemplate a few things, and you wished to keep him company (that, plus you didn't care to walk home alone during the coldest season of the year…) It was unclear whether or not Fyodor believed in God — or any deity, for that matter — but one thing was certain: he always found himself sitting in an old church. Usually gazing at the ceiling or flipping through a worn out Bible as if he were the Lord's most devout servant.

It was one of those nights where he simply sat in silence, eyes closed and head tipped back, as his breath remained steady and quiet. He was quite beautiful like this, you thought. Staring at him for too long, however, is a dangerous game. It activates something deep in your brain. Something that causes all rational sense to flee. Any innocence behind your eyes darkens; a demon lying in wait takes the bait that is Fyodor's body, and pounces–

Fyodor gasps, eyes squeezing shut while your hand slides towards his inner thigh. You palm him through his clothes, making it impossible for your lover to concentrate on anything except the tingling between his legs.

Roughly, yet methodically, your hands touch all the right places, and Fyodor's eyes snap open, breaking the trance he was under, and he utters, “Take me…!”

—

A part of you is well aware of how wrong this is, as well as the things certain religious folks would have to say if they could see you two right now.

Two men, alone in a church, locking lips on the pew. Unafraid to touch and grope and grind on each other as the image of the Lord presides over the grounds. Fyodor is moaning without consequence, fired up like you've never seen him before — and you fucking love it.

“God- aaahh, I need… more…!” he exhales in between kisses. Sweat has his pretty hair clinging to his forehead already.

You chuckle at the ironic way he calls upon 'God', as if he's asking God to allow him to experience more pleasure at your hands. And maybe He is listening, because you're overcome with the intense desire to give your lover everything he asks for and more. No, you need to do this. It's your duty alone to fuck Fyodor's brains out until he ascends to whichever higher plane this God exists on.

—

Tucked away in a supply closet were some very useful materials: A bit of duct tape, rosary beads, and a bottle of holy water. And, how quickly your brain conjured up a way to incorporate these fine items. First, Fyodor's clothing was stripped off of him, revealing that gorgeous body that you adored to a sickening degree. Next, his hands were bound in front of his chest, and the rosary beads were placed between his fingers.

Then, you placed your tied up beauty on top of your lap, spreading his legs open wide to display his cock to the empty church. Your dick was already hard, pressing against Fyodor's ass and balls as you, too, sat there with nothing on, pressing your bare skin against his back.

“Let's play pretend, yeah? Might as well have a little fun since we've already gone this far.” you suggest, tucking a lock of hair behind Fyodor's ear. “Now, what brings you here tonight, my child? Do you wish to confess something?”

With no hesitation, your lover leans into the setup; “Yes… Forgive me, father, for I have committed a great sin-”

“And what might that sin be?”

You catch a glimpse of the twitch between his legs, and feel his breath hitch before he blurts out; “I… I have these thoughts, desires, of another man…”

“Mm, I see.” you say, intrigued.

Fyodor continues, arching his back as the details become more graphic. “Yes, I… I think of someone in particular often. When I'm trying to work, my mind drifts to him… and I imagine how it would feel to take him inside of me–” a shudder rips through his being, causing his hole to clench and his hips to buck upwards.

“My, that is a great sin, indeed. And look at you,” you say, tapping his cock with your index finger, “your body is reacting just from talking about your urges… tsk, dear thing, what am I going to do with you?”

Stopping himself from thrusting his hips proves to be futile—his precum had already smeared on your finger when you touched him, tainting your skin with his sinful essence. On the cusp of becoming hysterical, Fyodor cries out, “Please, help me, father! What can I do to cleanse myself of this sin?!”

A devilish smile creeps onto your face as you think of a perfect cure to his affliction. “Relax, child. I may have the perfect way for you to repent.” Fyodor's eyes light up, and he exhales a sigh of relief while you gently caress his hips. You take the bottle of holy water that you found, pouring a small amount in the palm of your hand as you explain what it is to your dear sinner. “–and I'm going to use some of this to help you purge those feelings from your body, alright? Is that ok with you?” he nods vigorously, desperate to accept your help.

The blessed water coats the skin of your hand — it's a bit cold from sitting in a freezing church closet, and when it comes in contact with Fyodor's dick, he flinches. It doesn't take long for it to warm up as you wrap your hand around his shaft—jacking him off with the holy water. “Wh-what–? Father, mmph… oh God-”

“If you want to purge your sins, we must expel them from your body. And what better way to do that than through this–” you say, holding Fyodor's cock in your hand like it's nothing but a tool for you to use. “Those thoughts frustrate you, yes? Don't they make you feel so pent up and tight? You just need to shoot all of that sin out through here.”

As your fingertip swirls around his slit, Fyodor keens. An unholy noise permeates through the otherwise silent church. His toes curl, and within seconds, cum dirties the wooden floor, as well as your hand. Sticky and rather thick—Fyodor's sinful seed is strung between your digits.

With his head thrown back onto your shoulder, your little sinner sounds upset, chanting “M'sorry, sir- ooh~ I could not stop myself…”

Feigning disappointment, you chastise him for doing such a sinful, lewd act. In a holy building, such as this one, no less. “It seems your situation is even more dire than I thought. Perhaps a punishment would be more effective, hm?”

Fyodor's pupils expand even wider somehow. The prospect of divine punishment brings about a shiver to his thin, frail body. Before he has a chance to agree or protest, you're pulling the rosary from his fingers and wrapping it around his pale throat. He coughs, jerking his body and making an attempt to pull the thing away—yet, with duct taped wrists, that's not exactly doable. He merely ends up with a slap on the wrist for his action.

Now, with the beads digging into his neck, this dear sinner is once again subjected to your "sin-purging" tactics—albeit with increasingly blurry vision and labored breaths. Another round of your priestly hand incessantly rubbing his cock, while your other hand keeps the rosary tight around his neck. As you rub faster, tugging harshly at his weeping, swollen cock, Fyodor gargles out shameless moans. No longer worried about how sinful he's become, simply a slut for your not-so-innocent "treatment".

“Y-es…!” he croaks, “more! I need to- need to cum again, please~! 💜” And so, you oblige him. You hungrily work Fyodor's dick as if it's your life's mission — as your fingers trace over his slit again, you lament not having something to plug up his cock with. Forcefully preventing him from a delicious release sounds perfect right now. Ah well, perhaps next time, you'll implement such a punishment. This time, you stroke and choke your lover until he cums his brains out in your lap.

[bigmfrat]

Having a rough time so have some spec evo crumbs that have been sitting in the squidcord for months that I only just got around to drawing to distract myself with

Teeth fall out regularly and are quickly replaced.

Only Minor and Minor/intercaste (more on this below the line) have feeding Tentacles.

Feeding Tentacles are stiffer than your regular tenties and remain in pockets when not in use. The ends also have very small teeth for gripping, they feel like velcro.

Teeth are dull but their jaws are for crushing bone so it doesnt matter.

"Venom" (bone melting enzyme) is black, sticky, and viscous, can be spit but is always a last resort. Most bites are dry bites.

Claws come out of the tip of the finger as apposed to the top like humanoids

Like cats and dogs, Illithid have a quick, if damaged it will bleed (a lot)

Claws dull with use and must be taken care of to be sharp

Caste System

The Primordial Illithid society resembled that of an ant colony but on a smaller scale, their species naturally came in three basic castes that had their own biological functions. The modern Terrestrial illithids have retained the physical characteristics of their ancestors, though are now much smaller, and they no longer serve any function in their society.

The three base castes are:

Major

Height Range: 6'8 - 7'5

Prey species: Humans, Half Orcs, Dragonborn, High Elves, Tiefling

Physical Traits: Longer tentacles, Longer and usually pointed braincase

Birthrate: 1

Media

Height Range: 5'7 - 6'9

Prey species: Humans, Elves, Tiefling, Drow

Physical Traits: Medium tentacles, Rounded head, Most often have "beaks" - but not always, this trait is seen less with each generation.

Birthrate: 3

Minor

Hight Range: 4'5 - 5'9

Prey Species: Gnomes, Halflings, dwarves, Drow

Physical Traits: Shorter tentacles, Longer and pointed braincase.

Birthrate: 4

Minors have a few unique features and are the most faithful to their home world ancestors, the first being two long and thin feeding tentacles that remain retracted in their throats until they find prey, and two specially adapted tentacles on their forehead used as communication displays, these two traits have been entirely lost on the other two castes, Despite these 4 extra "tentacles" they are not to be mistaken for Ulitharids. Minors are also extremely rare outside of colonies despite being the most plentiful caste, this is due to their function in their original society as caretakers and homemakers, a Minor is more likely to take re-education over expulsion due to their social needs and most renegade Minors tend to be Inter-caste.

Each caste is biologically inclined to its individual food items, even with free access to enthralled meals of any race, they will usually stick to their preferred prey.

Three additional castes:

Ulitharid

Height Range: A foot above the intended caste's average height

Prey Species: Humans, Elves, Tieflings, Dragonborn, Half Orcs

Physical traits: Two additional tentacles, usually thinner but longer than the main four.

Birthrate: 0.002

Any caste can become an Ulitharid.

Inter-caste Inter-caste is the closest thing you will get to a hybrid when it comes to Illithid. Each tadpole holds the full range of natural genetic code and has the potential to become any caste, what determines the end result is the tadpole's lineage; If the parent was a Media, the child will also be a Media. In the case of Inter-caste, however, one or two traits from one of the other castes may unintentionally come through. This can result in a Major with shorter tentacles or an unusually tall Minor.

Apex (more on Apex Illithid found here) Illithid super soldiers. Built like a tank with an intelligence to match, while their psionics are rather basic, they make up for it with an insane might and an ingrained determination to get the job done. Very rare and will ALWAYS be pure Majors.

None of these castes are natural, Ulitharids and Apex specifically did not exist until Elderbrains took over the race and while inter-castes did happen on occasion, they were much rarer before the Illithids were domesticated.

Other traits unrelating to castes:

Illithid DNA is very malleable and significant changes can be made in a single generation, while Elderbrain aren't the best at gene editing some differences can clearly be seen between colonies. The most noticeable example is their foot configuration: while Illithid living in a more aquatic environment will have the standard two webbed toes tipped with a large claw, their somewhat "dryer" cousins may sport a more humanoid approach with 3-4 webbed toes in the traditional Illithid style. A mindflayer with Human hands or feet however would be seen as deformed.

[itsaspectrumcomic]

Do you have any tips for dealing with big changes (like moving house) as an autistic person? I'll be moving soon and even thinking about it can stress me out so much that I end up shutting down. I love your comics by the way.

Thank you, and I apologise if this sounds awkward (it wasn't intended as such).

I find moving very stressful as well! Here are some things that help me:

If you're worried about being in a new place it can help to look at pictures of your new home and imagine yourself there and where you might put your things. I like to draw my room and also make it in games like the Sims - it helps me process the idea that I'll be living somewhere else soon so it doesn't feel so sudden.

It can also help to check out the area in Google maps and streetview so you can get to know what's nearby as well - what kind of shops, what routes you might need to take regularly.

If you're worried about packing, it can help to have a list of everything you want to bring with you. You might find it easier to sort it by room (eg bedroom stuff, kitchen stuff) and/or category (clothes, books). Once you have a list it's a bit easier to figure out what to prioritise, what can be packed now and what can't be packed until the day of the move because you're still using it, and you can tick off what you've already got in boxes so you know where things are. I find if I write stuff down it doesn't swirl around in my head so much.

Think about the positives of moving and try to get excited about them - will you have more space for yourself, are you closer to people or hobbies you care about, are there green spaces, are you close to other places you like?

Also, decorate your space as soon as possible! Even if you won't be there very long or it's just a small part like around your bed. Unpack your comfort items first, put pictures up, display your favourite plushies, get a plant, anything to make you feel more at home. I used to not bother decorating when I knew I'd be moving again in a year and I didn't realise how difficult it made it for me to feel at home.

Remember it's OK to ask for help or take a break if you're overwhelmed. Moving is one of the most stressful life events you can go through even for neurotypicals so it's completely understandable to be struggling. Even though moving can get really busy, don't forget to dedicate some time to a special interest or things that make you happy.

Good luck with your move! I hope everything goes smoothly :)

[emsgwenstan]

Personal or professional?

Chap 1 | chap 2

Larissa Weems x fem(carpenter/joiner) reader

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Violet Hastings is a feminine and strong willed woman, who also has a lot of secrets, from her unconventional job to her personal issues, Larissa may be the one who opens violets heart but what is the price?

Warnings: eventual swearing, self criticism, hurt/angst, body issues| this chapter, none?

There it’s a lot in store for this just bare with me it’s only the intro. <3

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“Violet get in here!” My boss called out into the work shop. “Coming!” I yell back, setting down the sand paper on the bench. Quickly making my way to his office I manage to scrape my leg yet again on a protruding piece of timber, with no time I decide against cleaning off the blood that’s now dipping down the length of my leg, when he wants me he wants me now.

Opening the door my breath was caught in my lungs upon laying eyes on the most beautiful woman i had ever seen. “Violet this is miss Weems, she’s looking to have a few cupboards made.” He said half assed with a sigh as if he’s so hard done by. The woman gleamed up at me, uncrossing her legs and extending to her full height. She was tall, very tall but not to much taller than me, already so captivating.

“Larissa.” She said with a deep voice holding out a delicate hand for me to shake. ‘My Larissa you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever gazed at’. I thought as i took her hand and gently yet professionally greeted her properly. “Violet.” I breathed hardly remembering if that was right. The touch lingered a little long, but I’m aching to be eligible enough to feel her hand once again.

“So… what exactly are you looking for.” I asked after clearing my throat. “She wants to get some tall cupboards for classroom storage at that school outta town.” He interjected. I shot him a glare at his rude behaviour. “As I recall I believe I asked miss Weems.” I snapped with a smile, returning my gaze back to her. “Well that is correct, but I was wondering if you had any ideas for the design, I want it to match the interior of the rooms if possible.” She said timidly, her English accent clear and alluring. “Of course I’ll take you to the show room.” I said turning to hold the door open for her.

On the short walk, the air was filled with a comfortable silence, which was nice because I’m not one for small talk. “Here we are, go nuts.” I chuckled. Larissa paced about the room and went from each item on display running her finger tips along the edges. I admired her for doing so, sometimes feeling something is far more important than looking, although that to is quite necessary, but I also admired her, her posture and height, her beauty and kindness, Larissa seems to be the epitome of grace, to which I envy.

“Oh my goodness these are incredible.” she said turning to look at me over her shoulder. I blushed and tilted my head down slightly flustered. “Who ever made all of this is very good, just look at the detail.” smiling and saying nothing, Larissa faced me probably observing my silence. “Did- did you do all of this?” She asked. “Guilty.” I responded returning her gaze. “Well, you very talented, your skill is remarkable.” She said, making me smile in thanks.

“So anything in particular catch your eye?” I wondered. “All of it honestly, but…personally this is my favourite.” Larissa walked a few steps to a vanity i made a few years back, not one that goes in a bathroom but the free standing one’s that go in a bedroom or foyer. I could see how her face contorted into awe at its presents, her eyes scanning over the fine details scribed into marble tops edge and the vintage gold handles, the mirror frame also a painted embellished gold. Larissa looked at me and began to speak again. “You know, this is off topic but… it was quite refreshing to see you walk in before, I thought I would be dealing with another incipient man.” She said not bothering to care if it caused offence. It was absolutely taken as a compliment.

“Well, if I’m being honest, it was lovely to see you to, we get all sorts of different clients who may I say are a handful to deal with, especially since they get palmed off to me considering I’m the only worker.” I replied in hopes of showing my gratitude for her compliance. “Your the only other person who works here… apart form your boss?” She asked almost in a concerned manner. “Yes, no body else finds him tolerant enough to stick around, so really the only reason I’m here is because I have some freedom over what I do, a little blackmail of me leaving and him shutting down for good always seems to do the trick.”

Larissa grinned at my words understanding that you need to play a little dirty if you want to survive in the business industry, something Larissa knows very well. “I tell you what… It’s yours, I have no use for it, I just have to tweak a few things before I deliver it for you.” I said hoping she would like the offer. “Oh no… I couldn’t.” She muttered but her face said otherwise. “Cant or won’t?” I asked almost as if i were daring her just to say yes.

Larissa eventually accepted the offer with much reluctance, her blush didn’t go unnoticed when i grasped her bicep smiling at her when she obliged. “Well, when would you like me to come and take some measurements?” hoping it’s soon so i don’t die of anticipation. “Does tomorrow evening work for you? It’s probably best that you come when students aren’t in the way.” She spoke. “Tomorrow it’s just fine how is four o’clock?” I asked. “Perfect.” She said.

Larissa looked down at her feet for a moment to avoid her crimson cheeks being displayed, but quickly her eyes found my shin. “Oh what have you done? Your bleeding.” She uttered, a look of worry washed over her features. Looking down remembering that i had in fact cut myself. “It’s nothing look at all the other scars, I’m sure you can tell it’s not the first time.” I laughed, shrugging it off as no big deal. Larissa opens her purse and pulled out a plaster holding it out for me to take. “Here.” She said. I sighed and took it thanking her and saying it’s not necessary. “It’s absolutely necessary, you need to look after yourself darling, I have to make sure the woman I need is in good physical health now dont I?” She protested. ‘Darling!? her charm is going to kill me!’.

Walking back to the office I said goodbye and good luck dealing with my boss to finalise some paperwork, Larissa let out a breathy chuckle at the statement and bid me farewell also. I paced back to my bench and resumed the task with only one thing on my mind, a beautiful woman called Larissa Weems.

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The next morning was a drag, it honestly couldn’t go any slower, excitement pulsed though my body as well as butterflies in my stomach, just thinking about meeting Larissa again I’m torn between nervousness and the trill of seeing her, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt so giddy just because of a simple conversation or over anything for that matter.

After securing a few shipments of board to make a wardrobe for another client and doing some required maintenance on machinery it was finally time to drive to nevermore, that in its self was exciting. Before I started the twenty minute drive, i went to the weathervane to get a hot chocolate and a pastry on the way and hesitantly bought another set to offer Larissa. I have never done anything like this before. ‘God is she going to think I’m weird for buying her this? Does she even like this stuff? Let’s hope she’s not lactose intolerant or a gluten free person. God Just. Calm. Down’.

The drive down the road leading to the school was in some way magical, the trees making a canopy was surreal, the sunlight creeping through the branches and casting flickering rays along the windscreen, the cool breeze that was gently blowing the leaves was a beautiful sight. Anything that wasn’t four walls and loud noises was remarkable, it feels like when i take a step outside of the work shop and back into the world I’m alive or regenerated again.

Arriving through the iron gates my face dropped at the sight of the imposing school, it was huge and the architecture was to die for, it had a gothic aesthetic yet a warm nature to it. ‘My kind of place’. Parking in the staff lot, i made my way out of the car taking the drinks and paper bag holding the food and walked to what seemed to be the front entrance.

It was very quiet the only sounds were light howling of wind through the stone halls and hushed conversations of students bathing in the sun sitting in what you assume is the quad, even if it shaped as a pentagon. Walking aimlessly through archways and openings I found myself In front of a staircase, my gut is telling me to at least try to see if I’m in the right direction of her office.

At the top of the stairs there were plenty of painted portraits of people who were obviously previous headmasters and important alumni, all seemingly men to, that was until my eye was caught by a flurry of light colour. Just as I thought it was Larissa, her bright hair pinned to perfection and blue eyes radiant, i give credit to whoever captured all of her beauty, especially that little scare above her lip that i somehow absolutely adore.

My staring was cut short when I heard a door open and heals clicking against the marble floors, whipping around I immediately remember she’s far more beautiful in person. “What a horrid experience that was.” She said nodding towards the portrait. “Looks pretty incredible to me.” I said giving her a grin. “Yes well, sitting in silence for six hours without a break wasn’t very ideal, not to mention having to go back the next day to do it again was dreadful.” She chuckled. She tilted her head to look at herself and grimaced at it. “To be quite honest I try so hard to avoid it every time I step of of my office.” She said softly and turned her gaze back to me. “You shouldn’t it’s beautiful.” I said. With a huff Larissa straightened her posture and regained her mask of professionalism. “Hello violet.” She said realising she hadn’t greeted me properly. “Hi.” I responded.

Larissa turned and placed her hand on my shoulder walking me to her office. As we stepped inside the amazement came back tenfold, her interior was impeccable every colour and material held a rich aesthetic, from layered curtains to thick rugs and simple yet eye catching memorabilia that was effortlessly critiqued into place. She has wonderful taste, the only downside was her desk, a small crappy little thing that I’m sure she has trouble fitting under.

Larissa rounder her desk and sat at her throne of a chair and wordlessly asked you to sit by motioning her hand. “Oh, by the way I wasn’t exactly sure if or what you wanted but I brought you a hot chocolate and and a croissant.” You said holding up the goods. “You didn’t.” She said a grin appearing on her face. “I didn’t know what you liked or if you could eat or drink it, but I just thought I shouldn’t be selfish and offer you something anyway.” You shyly stated. “No I want it, that’s my usual actually.” She said. “I hope Your not lying to not make me feel bad are you?” You asked. “Not at all.” She smiled. “Ok well I have one that’s just plain and one that has whipped cream and marshmallows in it so take your pick.” You said pointing to the designated cups. Larissa bites on her bottom lip as she inches toward the drink with the toppings. “Don’t tell anyone but I have the biggest sweet tooth.” She giggled, the sound alone was a melody you wished to hear forever.

“So tell me about the process of making and installing the cupboards? Is it difficult? How would you manage to trek them into the school? Especially by yourself, I’d help you but I’m afraid I’m rather weak.” Larissa asked after she let out a hum at the taste of the drink, getting lost in her own mind wondering about the questions. You chuckled at her slight concern. “Well we figure out what colour or patterned board your looking for, order it and manufacture it in the work shop and I deliver and install it, as for bringing it here I’ll figure that out.” I said taking a sip of my own drink.

Larissa nodded at my words and seemingly scanned my figure, her eyes ran over the expanse of my body from hair and eyes to my clothes, crossed legs and shoes. I broke the silence feeling a little self conscious under her piercing gaze. “I’m afraid my uniform isn’t nearly as impeccable as yours I’m sorry.” I laughed nervously snapping her back to reality. “No, I was actually admiring, I think florissant pink looks great on you and I adore the pink laces on your boots.” She said politely pointing at your feet. “Oh thanks I guess, I decided that if I were to work in this industry I wanted to look quite feminine, what ever that is right?” I chucked. “Yes I see.” She smiled taking another sip.

After a few conversations about little bits of information and other steps, Larissa guided me back down stairs to a classroom. The whole time I spoke with her I realised how easy she is to talk to, Larissa comes across as sweet and charming, charismatic and intelligent, I do feel like slowly she’s peeling layers of professionalism back and being a little more personable and vulnerable, but so am I, not once have i had someone so friendly and easygoing to work or deal with, Larissa seems to understand my opinions and does everything she can to be as simple as she can to make things easier for me. Although a part of me can’t help but wonder if she’s just only being friendly for the sake of it or if Larissa genuinely likes me as a person.

After discussing the materials and rough estimates for costs Larissa and I walked back towards my car. “I’m really looking forward to seeing the results once everything is finalised.” She said clasping her hands in front of herself. “So am I, I think everything is going to look and function great.” I spoke. For a moment she didn’t say anything and just looked at me, although my gaze was diverted to behind her, a car was backing out rather quickly and without thinking i grasped her wrists and pulled her flush against me to prevent her from possibly being hit.

Larissa was stunned at the sudden movement just as much as i was, the person who was driving stopped and wound down the window, a woman with red hair and glasses far to big for her face gave an apologetic smile “oh my god I’m soo sorry I didn’t see you guys there, forgive me principal Weems.” Larissa gave you a look before stepping back and composing herself. “That’s alright Marilyn, please be careful next time.” She said, you could tell she was slightly annoyed it was actually quite funny. With that the woman drove off leaving myself and Larissa in silence. “Sorry about that.” She said. “How is that your fault?” I asked. “It’s not but…” she began. “It’s fine, I just didn’t want you to be run over.” I stated. “I suppose a thank you is in order than.” “No problem miss Weems.” I said. “Please, call me Larissa, I get sick of hearing that name every waking moment of the day.” The woman asked me hopefully. “Ok than Larissa, I’ll be seeing you sometime soon, don’t overwork yourself, I need you in good shape to tell me your thoughts on things ok?” I half joked clearly mocking her for the previous day, but wished it entirely. “I will darling, take care of yourself as well.” Again with the darling. At that I slipped into the drivers seat of my work car and waved Larissa goodbye heading back down the driveway.

Larissa slowly walked back towards her office stopping every so often to absorb the sunshine’s warmth, before heading down the cold stone corridors. She stepped inside of her room and smiled at the empty cup on her desk, Larissa wrapped her perfectly manicured hands around the paper and went to throw it in the bin, however she stopped in her tracks at the delicate handwriting with a phone number and name marked with ‘vi ;)’. She grinned at herself and whipped out her phone.

‘Meet me at the weathervane in your lunch break tomorrow? ~Larissa.’

@sabraaabra

[onyourmarkks]

date night [P.js]

pairing: idol! bf jisung x reader. 

word count: Alot...

warnings: SMUT!!! dom reader, sub jisung, mentions of spit. not proof read btw.

Tonight was an anticipated night. It was date night for you and jisung, you both worked so hard this week, maybe jisung worked slightly harder because of promotions and practice but never the less, work was done, and it was hard. 

You sat at the vanity desk jisung had bought for you, doing your hair and proceeding to do your makeup. Jisung stepped out of the shower with just a towel hanging on his waist as he checked his phone for any missed calls or messages while he was in the shower, From your desk you can get a clear view of him, and to say the least, it was turning you on. 

 ‘why does he look so fucking hot right now?’ you thought to yourself, your chest started to burn as he got dressed because he looked so handsome, “ji?” you said as he was putting arms through the white button up dress shirt, but he halted his movements and left it unbuttoned, leaving the sight of his chest on display for your eyes to ravish in. 

“hm?” he turned his attention to you, as you stood up and walked towards him “you look so handsome, my love” you said as you placed your hand on his abs, just above his belt buckle, heat rose to his cheeks as he avoided eye contact with you 

“really? thanks…” he said rubbing the back of his head, in a act of shyness, as if he hasn’t been dating you for years, it made your stomach do flips because he was still shy over a comment after all these years. 

you leaned up to press a kiss on his jaw, and slowly moved down (careful not to form a hickey because his makeup artist would hate you) jisung shuttered at the feeling of your warm lips against his cold skin, “take this off” you mumble against his jaw, your finger tips touching his white button up, and jisung was quick with his movements, eager to follow your orders, he removed the shirt and you detach your lips from his jaw and lead him to the bed in the middle of the room. 

you ushered jisung onto the bed, he laid his back against the head board and you were on your knees infront of him “can i suck your cock?” you purr tilting your head like a confused puppy, awaiting his answer “mhm…” he whines out, no longer being able to stand the feeling of his tight pants constraining his cock. 

With his answer you waste no time in unbuckling his belt and helping him shimmy out of his pants, leaving his boxers on though, in jisung mind this was unfair, he had on one item of clothing left, while you had all your clothes on. “y/n… take this off…” he mumbles quietly tugging at your tank top, you find him cute, but you wanted to tease him, “i think you’re forgetting something aren’t you, puppy?” you ask peering down at him, now he tilts his head, confusion covering his face as he thinks. 

“apparently all my training was in vain wasn’t it? what’s the magic word?” you say sternly grabbing him by his face, you being rough brought some sense to him “please… please take it off y/n” he says, whiny as ever, although he’s forgetful , you can’t resist him, you take your tank top off revealing yourself to him. His hands immediately fly to your chest groping and pulling at your tits, you immediately feel your self soaking. 

Jisung starts to buck his hips, in a pitiful attempt at getting some friction, “my poor baby, does it hurt?” you feign sympathy at his situation, he looks at you with his big eyes, nodding, hoping you could relieve his situation. you pull his boxers off, revealing his huge cock, with his angry red tip and veins making their way to the top, “such a cute cock…” you say and proceed to let some spit fall from your mouth onto the tip, jisung jumps at the feeling of your warm spit hitting his sensitive cock, to add salt to the wound you rubbed your thumb over his slit, following it along with the tip of your tongue flicking it back and forth, he moaned and entangled his hand in your hair “no touching puppy, let me go” you halted your movements until he let your hair go “sorry mommy… sorry” he strained out, you accepted his apology and got back to work, engulfing his entire length in your mouth, jisung was long, but his girth was crazy. 

jisung felt crazy watching your mouth expand over his cock, he wish this image could be engraved into his brain forever, “fuck y/n… this mouth is so…” he was on cloud 9, he couldn’t even get the words out, you pull your mouth off of him and keep him going with the movement of your hands, you have pre cum and spit dripping down the side of your lips onto your chest, by this time you have removed your shorts and panties, “my mouth is so what, baby?”  you asked him innocently, pressing your finger on his slit, he thrashed slightly on the bed, moaning and begging for you. “mouth is so good baby.. so so so good” he whispered thrusting up into your hand, that comment alone boosted your confidence  “y/n… gonna cum…” he mumbled making you immediately put your tongue back onto his cock, flicking your tongue at his tip, he thrashed around on the bed as you kept going as he came in your mouth, his white ropes kept going, he couldn’t stop cumming. 

once he was done you swallowed it all, and you proved it to him by opening your mouth and showing him,he looked shocked at your actions, he placed a finger on your warm tongue collecting your spit and his left over cum and putting it in his mouth sucking the finger, that was so hot. now it was your turn,  “want you inside, ji” you said climbing on top of him, reaching inbetween you both to lead his cock to your entrance, you felt the stinging and burning, no matter how many times you fuck him you can never get use to the size. 

your hair fell to the left side of your shoulder, and you used jisung’s chest as support while you bounced on his cock, jisung could die a happy man right now, “fuck jisung…this cock was made for me hm?” you moaned out, he nodded in agreement letting out huffs of breath, “mhm… my cock was… mmm…

made for you” he did his best to get that out to you, in his state, he was overstimulated stomach in a knot once again. 

you giggled at his feeble attempt to get his words to you, you decided to egg it on, “whose cock is this ji?” you asked him grinding against his pelvis, his cock was now hitting that one spongy part of your pussy he loved “y-yours y/n… your cock” he whined out, you were laughing at him on the inside, “hm ? i didn’t hear you puppy” you say to get him to

repeat himself. 

at this point jisung was going crazy, he was inching up on his release “your cock, y/n.. it belongs to you.” he shut his eyes tightly, you were satisfied with his answer, “my cock… just for me… mine only” you mumbled continuously, chasing your own high “y/n.. wanna cum..” jisung gasps constantly, “go on puppy you can cum” you encourage him, and thats all it took for jisung to follow your words.

he released his hot cum inside, you following along shortly, he couldn’t stop bucking his hips up into you as his cum kept spurting. you rested your head on his chest, catching your breath.

you eventually got off of him, “how was it?” you asked him, petting his hair softly. 

“can i eat you out?” 

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omg… my first smut!! how was it? please give me feed back and request something!!! this literally took me two days. i didn’t want to mess it up. 😭😭😭

[lilacmingi]

MY MUSE

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Word count: 840

Pairing: Hyunjin x fem reader (all my imagines are fem reader but there are no gendered terms in this one)

Note: I enjoy drawing and painting, so this might be a bit of a self-indulgent drabble haha

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Art supplies sat neatly on the table in front of you, each one ready to use. Pencils, sharpeners, erasers, and blending tools were laid out before you. Anything you could possibly need was within reach and at your disposal.

Hyunjin's sketchbook sat across from yours lying open on a blank page, his supplies lined up tidily beside the book. Your setup looked very similar; your pencil case was positioned beside your sketchbook, your own sharpener right beside it, as well as your eraser.

Hyunjin had some time off and so the two of you had planned to have a night of drawing together.

You watched as he grabbed his plastic headband and put it on, pulling his lengthy onyx hair away from his face, displaying his perfect features. He then grabbed his phone, humming to himself as he scrolled through his music library perusing the different genres and selecting a song to play before taking a seat across from you.

He gave you a gentle smile. "You ready to get started?"

"I am." You nodded.

You opened your sketchbook to an empty page, unzipping your pencil case and pulling one of them out. Unsure of what to draw, you sat idly for a few seconds, twiddling your pencil while waiting for inspiration to strike. That's when your eyes landed on the man sitting before you, already hard at work sketching across his page.

Your muse.

The tip of your freshly-sharpened pencil hit the page and you got to work, sketching out shapes and rough outlines, glancing up at Hyunjin every few seconds to make sure your draft matched the model.

The ball of your socked foot tapped against the carpet, matching the rhythm of the relaxing indie song that played from Hyunjin's Bluetooth speaker as you allowed yourself to get immersed in your work. All of your focus was zeroed in on the masterpiece in progress. The sketch was coming along well, though there was a couple times you had to keep erasing the lips and redrawing them because your sketch just wasn't doing justice to the real thing.

You loved this. Sitting peacefully while drawing with your loving boyfriend and listening to music was something you've been wanting to do with Hyunjin for a while. Even though there were no words being exchanged and you were both sitting in silence while concentrating on your own artworks, it was still absolutely perfect. One of the many things you loved about Hyunjin was being able to be in his presence and not having to say a word. Wether that be drawing, cuddling, or watching a movie. Just having him there was enough.

Your sketching ceased for a few seconds as you swapped out your pencil for one with darker lead so you could begin shading and darkening the lines of your drawing.

No more than thirty seconds later you were back to work, dragging the sharpened edge of the lead along the faded lines you'd roughly sketched out earlier.

"Relax, love." Hyunjin chuckled, pressing his thumb between your brows to smooth out the creases.

Your face relaxed under his touch as you let out a soft chuckle. "Sorry."

"You're really focused, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"That's cute." He murmured, his eyes lowering to your sketchbook which you were quick to cover with your hands.

"No peeking."

"Alright, alright." He chortled, picking up his pencil once again and proceeding with his sketch.

The supplies which had once been laid out neatly were now scattered across the table, each one being dropped without a care as to where it landed. Neither of you had time to gently place down each item once you were finished with it, you were far too focused on your sketches. An unknown amount of time had passed since you first sat down, both you and Hyunjin getting lost in your craft. You were so engrossed you didn't get a chance to see what he was drawing.

"Alright." You huffed out, pushing your hair away from your face. "I'm finished."

Hyunjin was quiet for a moment as he quick scribbled his signature at the corner of the page.

"Me too." He announced.

You held your masterpiece to your chest, not wanting him to see just yet.

"Are you ready?" You asked.

He nodded and you flipped the page around.

Hyunjin's brows raised as he took the paper from you so he could look at it closer.

"You drew me." He stated in awe.

"Of course I did. You're my muse."

He chuckled softly, handing you his drawing.

To your surprise, an image of you sitting and drawing was portrayed in shades of gray pencil lead.

The both of you were drawing each other without even knowing.

"You're my muse too." He mentioned.

Your eyes gazed over the sketch in awe, admiring his seamless shading and the way he captured your features so well. He truly was blessed with a talent for art.

"You made me look so beautiful." You murmured softly under your breath.

"Because you are beautiful, darling."

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[silvermoon424]

Hello! I really want to get into collecting sailor moon merch but I was wondering if you had any tips? you've been doing this for a long time so I was hoping you could share your wisdom lol

You came to the right person! I've been collecting anime merch since 2011 and have a lot of experience with collecting in general. Some tips I have are:

It's better to buy one big/expensive thing you really like rather than a few smaller/less expensive things you only kinda like.

Prioritize shopping at Japanese sites (especially for vintage things) or direct suppliers like BigBadToyStore rather than buying from English-based sites like eBay and (US) Mercari. There are a lot of great deals on eBay, but you can often find things for cheaper on sites like Yahoo Auctions Japan, Surugaya, and Mandarake.

If you really, really want something that's being released now or in the near future, do your best to buy it right away. Once the official supplier's stash is gone, you'll be at the mercy of the reseller's market and their prices are often way more than sticker price.

Try to map out where you're going to display everything once you get it. My collection grew slowly over time, and I only just recently bought actual display cabinets. I would definitely suggest investing in display cabinets from the start (I got some good ones from IKEA, which is by far the best budget-friendly option)

Just collect what you want! Who cares if you have 20 figures of Sailor Jupiter and nothing else. It's your collection and your money.

I personally unbox everything I buy, but I do collapse and save the boxes just in case I need to resell the item down the line. Having the box will increase the figure's value, but that doesn't mean you can't display it.

That's all I could really think of off the top of my head!

EDIT: @desperatecheesecubes mentioned MyFigureCollection, to which I have to say: YES omg, I can't believe I forgot to shout out MFC! Not only is the site great for tracking your own collection, you can search for merch of individual characters (including alternate forms) to see what you'd like to track down. Also, oftentimes people will advertise that they're selling a figure/plushie/etc on the product page, so it's great to watch pages for rarer items to see if a seller will pop up.

[brittle-doughie]

Spared No Expense (Cheesecake Cookie)

One of my own projects, but @muffin-min had also wanted a Cheesecake post, so it works to knock out two birds with one stone here.

She was curious about you when she saw one of Butter Pretzel’s portraits that featured you. Pretzel would go on to talk about you to Cheesecake Cookie, further increasing her curiosity about you. Perhaps she could meet you one day…

Who knew she’d meet you would be when she was cornered by thieves as you made quick work of them (bless the training you got from Rambutan). She was mesmerized by your act of heroism as you helped escort her home. She began bashfully stuttering and getting red in the face as she thanked you for saving her.

You smiled at her as you say it was no big deal, she was a cookie in need of help and you did exactly that. That smile of yours, god it made her heart flutter. She tried offering anything as a way of thanking you, but you politely declined. Butter Pretzel was telling the truth, you ARE a sweet cookie. Her head was swirling with all these emotions!

She hired any investigator, detective, ANYONE who could get more information about you, you pretty much plagued her head ever since that day. She would even ring up Butter Pretzel to see if she knew anything more about you, which just made her feel defensive over you. The last thing Pretzel needed is another rival.

She’ll even ring up her dad, Buttercream Choco Cookie, and boldly announce that she’s found her future partner! Even he’s heard about you and is joyous to hear that such a cookie like yourself would be his future son/daughter-in-law!

She’s always showing up at your place of work, ordering the more expensive foods and leaving you massive tips if you were her waiter. She might even pop up during your breaks to take you somewhere to eat, you don’t need to worry about how she knows your break hours!

She’s flabbergasted when she learns of your income coming in and coming right back out at the end of the month. She’ll raise hell at your work, demanding that your boss or manager or whatever is paying you more for your outstanding service to this job, she can attest to that!

Overly lovey dovey with you, public displays of affection like kissing you on the cheek and holding your hands are a common occurrence! She doesn’t deny it if cookies mistake her as being your partner if you aren’t together yet, and she’ll proudly proclaim it if she is! You were her beloved hero and she loved you dearly!

You had a fairly simple apartment, it wasn’t much but you consider it hom-WAS THAT INSTANT RAMEN SHE SPOTTED?!

Nope, if this is going to be your home (for now in her eyes), then she’s making sure this is the best apartment it can be. All that low end food you had is getting swapped out and replace with much better alternatives. Your wardrobe is getting an update too, everything is. You deserve the best for saving her, so she’s going to get you the best. She’s holding onto this jacket of yours though..

Gets into feuds with other cookies over you, Butter Pretzel is completely betrayed that Cheesecake chose to take you right from under her and will never not hold resent against Cheesecake about it. She didn’t care, she had you now and that’s all that matters. If anyone has objections about it, well, she knew cookies that can make them disappear…

Just say the word and she’s getting you that item. You’ve been staring at those new foods on menu? She’s getting you a whole table of it! Want to replace your sofa? She’s getting you a very comfortable leather one! Need a new fridge? She’s getting the most advanced and latest one in the market!

She dedicates a portion of her parties to you, for being such a wonderful cookie for everything you’ve done for others! She’ll smile widely as she holds your hand when she says it, it came from the bottom of heart when she says she cares about you deeply ever since you saved her that day.!

Some of the cookies she’s invited as guests (Croissant, Princess, Shining, Matcha) didn’t like her being so close to you and even holding your hand…they didn’t like it at all, it made them worry. But it was still a party, so they held down their emotions.

She isn’t out of it though. If you have issues you want to discuss with her, she’ll stop and pay attention. In the end, she really wants to be a good potential future wife to you, so she’s completely willing to listen to what you have to say and take the steps to achieve it.

She can buy anything she desires, but this relationship between the two of you was priceless.

[resolvebound]

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With a sigh and a shake of his head, Dorian watched the customer leave his shop. Kids these days, he thought, they didn’t appreciate quality workmanship the way they used to. ‘Kid’ was probably not quite the right descriptor for the young man that had come and gone, as he was perhaps in his twenties, but still…that would put him at least half Dorian’s own age. It occurred to him then that he was getting old, almost reminding himself of his father with the weary thoughts of youth. The idea of having any sort of similarity to his father would have stirred up disgust in the past, yet now there was almost a touch of fondness (though a slight, reflexive scrunch of his face could not be denied).

As he picked up the magic imbued knife from the countertop, he held it up to catch the light. In the reflection of the blade, his own eyes stared intently back at him, the rich, chocolate shade of which he inherited from his mother, while the ever-present seriousness echoed of his father. He tilted the knife slightly, the adjusted view now showing the lower half of his face and the heavy stubble of dark brown that shaped it.

Eyes ever discerning, he spotted a smudge along the blade from where the kid had touched. Frowning, he pulled out a cloth from beneath the counter, carefully wiping the knife clean. Polished once again, the weapon gleamed from the tip down to the intricate detailing on the hilt that surrounded the Lacrima fused within it. When he thought about it, he supposed the knife, along with everything else in the shop, represented every interest he had that his father had struggled to understand. Craftmanship, art, creation, magic.

Dorian moved around the counter to return the item to its proper place, setting it gently on its stand. He turned, eyes surveying the rest of his wares to ensure everything was where it should be. Swords, knives, bows, arrows, armour – they made up the bulk of the humble store, all crafted with great care and typically infused with magic. Fusion was his speciality after all, and his curse. The joining of different elements, materials, or items to create something new.

His gaze shifted over the various magical objects he’d made, settling on the display of enhanced prosthetic limbs. They had been, and continued to be, the most difficult and rewarding work, and happened to be what had finally garnered the respect of his father, as one such magical limb had allowed the man to continue his work after that dark time.

He wondered if he should call in on his parents next time he headed out. A search for resources, or a job request via his guild, either could bring him back to his old hometown. Funny, even after all these years and everything they had been through, he still felt as if he needed an excuse to visit. Nevertheless, now that he thought about it, it had been a while since he’d taken up a request. Master Goldmine never seemed to mind the time that passed between his visits to the guild, knowing both his personality and his...circumstances.

It would be…good to visit. Yes, the timing was right too, the next full moon was still a couple of weeks away.

Plans of travel began to form in his mind, lists of what he might need to take with him, or pick up along the way. However, his thoughts on the matter soon halted as the bell above the front door jingled, heralding someone’s entrance. A quick look at the newcomer found his eyes drawn to the guild mark visible upon them, the shape of which stirred certain mixed emotions. Even without the guild’s fame (or infamy, according to some), the Fairy Tail insignia was all too familiar to him.

It wasn’t easy to forget his first guild, after all.

He frowned, rubbing a hand first along his shoulder where old scars seemed to ache, then through the thickness of his hair (which he had forgotten he’d cut short again, but knew it wouldn’t be long before the loose waves once again reached his shoulders). Smiling was not a common expression of his, and was not something he faked, not even for the sake of serving a customer, so he merely greeted his visitor with a respectful nod (if they looked, they might see a degree of warmth in his eyes, however).

“Welcome,” he said, voice low, almost as if it wasn’t used to being used, “Can I help you?”

[tutantmeenageneetleteetle]

The world reimagined

Chapter 1. The Fool

Tmnt 2012 - (She/her) - (turtles and reader) early 20s - warnings: none

It was not unusual to get unusual guests at the shop. It were usually the outcasts looking for oddities, but these four men were looking around like they had never seen a magicshop before. She was used to getting curious stares from customers, but the wares she kept in front of the counter were nothing special, just whatever she couldn't care too much about being stolen.

She noticed a familiar figure walk in behind them, and she smiled.

"Usagi, how long has it been? Usually, your visits to me aren't just for a good conversation and a drink". He played his hand on the edge of his hat, removing it as a sign of good manners. He made his way to the counter, while his four companions admired some southern fireflakes.

"I'm afraid I'm not here to drink with you. One day, perhaps. I am looking for an amulet of protection". He counted out some coins for her on the counter, and even put in a little extra. He was a good man, always supporting her shop and protecting the village. It was suspicious that he would request an item like this, but she respects him too much to turn him down.

"May I ask why?". A bold question, sure. Most customers prefer to keep their intentions to themselves, but Usagi has never come to her for an object of this kind of power. Dark magic was only ever something people sought out to fight dark magic, or practice it. She couldn't imagine he would ever practice it, but it did make her wonder what evil was lurking out there.

Suddenly, she heard a loud yelp. She looked over to his four companions and did not notice the small pug boy with them until now. His hand was smoking, and the bowl with fireflakes was on the ground. Her gaze met Usagi, who was as unreadable as ever.

As the boy whined, Usagi reached his hand out to him, gesturing him to come closer. Reluctantly, the boy came closer, staring at her. It was not usual for people to stare at her. Most costumers found her more interesting than the wares themselves, given her unusual appearance. She had no fur covering her body or feathers to keep her warm. No horns, nor a tail, nor scales or spikes.

"Don't be afraid, child. Im a person like any other. Give me your hand". The boy reluctantly reached out his hand to her, as if afraid she would bite it. She turned his hand over, gently pressing her fingers to his palm and moving her fingers up to the tips of his fingers. A small shimmer followed along with her movements as the burn marks faded. Kintaro pulled his hand away again, quickly covering it. Usagi gave him a soft nudge against his shoulder and nodded in her direction.

"I don't know why you would keep dangerous stuff on display like that, but... Thank you for healing me", He said, shuffling his feet. His thanks came off as arrogant, but he was clearly a bit embarrassed, so she didn't think too much of it.

"Normally, children aren't allowed in magic shops. Especially not when they foolishly touch things they should not." She said, looking over at Usagi and then at his companions.

"It should be common knowledge that fireflakes are, in fact, hot". Before the boy could react to her words, a voice interjected, turning her attention elsewhere.

"We apologise for the inconvenience, miss. We aren't from around here". One of the companions walked up to the counter, giving her a chance to look at him better. Before, she had seen a vague shape that resembled a turtle, but there was something about him that seemed familiar, yet so unfamiliar.

"Where are you from then, stranger?". He wanted to answer her question, but was quickly cut off by Usagi.

"A place far away, that's all that is relevant." Usagi's eyes met hers again, and from the look in his eyes, she could tell it was not for her to know. She gave a small nod and turned to the various doors and drawers behind the counter. She opened a few, before she found the right one. She put a small, black box on the counter and removed the lid carefully, to show him the product inside.

"The amulet of protection is made with dark magic. It's a very dangerous magical object in the wrong hands, so I suggest you are very careful with where you keep it. The way it works is that it will absorb dark magic, thus protecting the wearer from it. However, the amulet will get stronger from the darkness absorbed, and broken, will release that dark magic, so be very careful not to break it" *She said, giving Usagi a stern look. Usagi nodded, reaching his hand out for the amulet. Before he could grab it, she grabbed him.

"I'm serious, Usagi. I would not sell this to many people. It's a very powerful object. Do not underestimate it, or you will regret it".

"I promise I will keep it safe. You have my word". He placed his other hand over hers as reassurance. She looked at him for a moment longer, making sure he took her words seriously, before letting go of his hand again.

"Very well", she muttered as she collected the coins from the counter. She prayed he would keep his word.

Then, her head shot up. She looked over at his turtle companions, quietly conversing amongst themselves. Did she hear that right? It couldn't be. She had not heard that word since...

"What did you just say?" *She asked the companion in purple, who had been inspecting the potions in the front of the shop. "What was it you said?"

"I'm sure my companion did not mean-"

"-No, let him speak", she cut off Usagi. "Come closer, repeat what you said". The turtle in purple clearly looked nervous, like a child who had been caught by his father for cursing.

"I did not mean to offend you, miss. For that I'm very sorry. Where we come from, people who look like you are called human. I never meant it as an offence". Her eyes widened. Could it be? Could they be from...?

"Earth? You're from Earth?". The four companions looked at Usagi, unsure if they had said too much.

"You know Earth?". Another one of the four came forward. He leaned on the counter, looking curiously at her, his light blue eyes a bright contrast to his orange bandana. She nodded, looking from one eye to the other. She shook her head in disbelief.

"I'm from Earth..."

They stared at her in silence as she stared back. Usagi looked between his companions and the shopkeeper.

"I never knew you were from Earth?", Usagi said, breaking the silence and she shot him a look.

"Did you think I was from around here?". That earned her a small laugh from the rabbit, which in turn infected her with a laugh.

A sudden movement from outside quieted the laughter again. She noticed a horseman, dressed in samurai armour and gave Usagi a stern look.

"Did you bring trouble to my shop again?". Usagi let his head fall slightly, and she sighed. "Hide upstairs, and keep quiet".

"I'm not hiding like a coward", the red cladded turtle scoffed, readying his weapons. He was quietly scolded by the turtle in blue, as he harshly grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him in the direction of the stairs. They muttered some agitated words amongst themselves, making their way to the stairs.

A few moments after Usagi, the child and his companions were gone, the door flew open.

"Careful, or you'll throw it off the hinges."

As the samurai stepped foot in her shop, the floor creaked under his weight. It was a tall man, horns sticking out from under his helm. Before the door fell closed, she caught a glimpse of two other samurai standing outside.

"I'm looking for a rabbit, four turtles, and a pug kid." He said, taking his helmet off to talk to her, setting it on the counter. With his helmet removed, she could see the face before her. A strong, towering bull stood before her, a form demanding respect.

"That's an odd bunch. Do they owe you?". She just played dumb and prayed he was as stupid as he was tall. He just let out a low grumble as he looked at her wares, tracing his hand past her displays. He stopped.

He knelt down, and when he rose again, held the spilt bowl of fireflakes. He slowly walked back over to the counter, his hooves making hard thuds on her floor.

"Someone drop these?". The bull set the bowl down in front of her, leaning over the counter. His eyes peered into hers. She could feel his damp, warm breath on her face.

She raised her hand, revealing a burnmark.

"I have an unsteady hand"

The bull's eyes narrowed, leaning back. He did not break eyecontact, as he pulled his helmet off the counter again and held it under his arm. He turned and left, closing the door behind him again. He made his exit far quicker than he had made his entrance.

She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She waited for the sound of hooves to die down, before walking over to the stairs.

"They're gone". As those words left her mouth, she could hear shuffling upstairs and a few small thuds. Usagi came down first, the others following behind him.

"Thank you. My companions and I are grateful."

"You owe me for that. I let it slide last time you brought me trouble, as a show of good faith, and because you always pay me well, but you seem to keep bringing trouble with you wherever you go, and trouble is bad for business. You are very lucky I'm a quick thinker." She gave him yet another stern look while magically removing the fake burnmark from her hand, spotting a hint of guilt in his eyes. He bowed down to her as a sign of respect.

"My sincere apologies. I will make it up to you, but before that I am afraid I must ask you for yet another favour. As you have noticed, our presence here is not received kindly by everyone and the next tavern we can stay at is a few hours away by horse and-"

"-So you want to stay here for the night?" His shoulders slouched as she spoke, taking a moment of silence before answering.

"Yes". His answer was short, as if hoping that fewer words said meant a higher chance of staying. She sighed, looking over at the odd bunch. They looked tired, like their journey had taken a toll on them.

"I do not have enough food, nor enough beds, but... You may stay here tonight".

The blue clad turtle bowed down next to Usagi, urging the others to do the same.

"Thank you, miss. We will not take your kindness for granted." He spoke, genuine thankfulness in his voice. They must've been travelling for a while now, by the looks of them. The air was getting colder again and less pleasant to sleep in, even by a fire. Then again, she wondered if they could even build a fire, wanted as they were. Her chest tightened as she felt a tinge of empathy for them.

"Don't mention it. I trust you will be able to find some vegetables for a soup and some wood for a fire in the woods nearby?" They all nodded quickly, looking relieved at her words. This all seemed like more trouble than it was worth, but something inside of her was unable to send them away. Maybe it was curiosity, or perhaps empathy, she couldn't tell.

Perhaps they were just really, really lucky.

[sw-rd]

what tips do you have for organizing things and taking control over your life? 🤍

Organizing ur life can be a rly tedious process which is why it’s so important to divide ur priorities & start small !!

If ur rly serious abt it then u can follow this little guide ♡ start with deep cleaning ur home or room.

- go through all of ur clothes, make sure u 100% love everything u have, get rid of the rest (donation, reselling, gifting, etc) do this process w any junk drawers or bins u may have as well

- rearrange ur furniture to make the space feel bigger & fresh. Make sure u are spraying & wiping everything down as u go along

- sweep, mop, vacuum floors

- neatly place & position ur decor + any other items u want on display (on my dresser for example i keep an AD book with venus et fleur roses on top, aphrodite statue, heart shaped bowl with crystals, jewelry box, candle, decorative bunnies, etc)

- if u dont already have organizational bins/shelves, invest in those !! I have them for my books, vinyls, shoes, movies, makeup, undergarments, plushies, cat things, school supplies, etc

If u have a job or are in school, its also extremely important to have these things organized !!

- i use an accordion binder/folder for all of my school work, this has made my life smmmm easier

- tabs/labes/sticky notes are super useful, u can use them to label each folder in ur accordion binder like i do as well, or even for things as simple as annotations

- keep a daily planner & be consistent w it !!

- purchase items which match ur aesthetic, it makes everything a little less dreadful lol

To go along with all of this, lastly, it’s soo important to set routines. Having structure in ur life is the biggest stress reliever of all :]

- stay consistent with ur sleep schedule, use soft sounding alarms instead of the aggressive iphone alarm to help ease the anxiety of waking up or doing things

- start ur morning off on the right foot by making ur bed. If anything happens, at the very least u accomplished something

- use ur planner to see what u have to do for the day & make any plans for the following day

- hygiene shld be ur main focus each morning & night, so figure out what this routine will consist of (skincare, showers, which perfumes u will use, dental care, etc)

- if u have a tight schedule, plan ur outfits the night before to save some time

- create an exercise routine, it dsnt have to be too complicated

I hope this helps !! I spent a bit more time on this one thn i usually do bc i think this is rly important & will also be something i can look back on in the future if i need to help myself out a bit 🙈

[bryan360]

Here’s my note before I’ll get started….

(NO COPYING OR PLAGIARIZING FROM ME AND ONE OF MY CLOSEST FRIEND’S WORK! THAT INCLUDES OUR CHARACTERS, DESIGNS, STUFF, ETC. IMPOSTERS AND SEXBOTS ARE NOT WELCOME TO FOLLOW MY BLOG WHATSOEVER! 😡 That will be all….I mean it.)

Mash-up style review - Glass Screen Pro, StylusHome Stylus Pens, and JETech Case for my iPad 5th Generation device (and other of my devices)

Hey guys! Consider this will be my last post for this week of March; especially working hard to observe I had when checking this items I’ve owned now. (Also, just in case if I got nothing for today’s last “On This Day” post share. Sorry. 😅)

It’s for my second iPad device that I’ve hoped to give a good upgrade or a good clean. Thankfully after ordering from Amazon.com with my mom; almost until I got the right sized tablet case days later. So yeah….😅

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What that being said though, It’s finally time when going through my mash-up style review. So sorry for taking so long; that includes having our cable connection problem from past weeks. Just a thought, but still.

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Anyways, I got it through recording while setting things up for good measure. However, I put aside of my Fintie tablet case due to “accidental ordering” that I’ve mentioned. I’ll be keeping it unless I can get my own iPad Air soon. We’ll see. Now on with this review of March 2023. Or at least while assembling things for my second iPad device.

⬆️ 1st through 4th Images (from 1:18 or more to 1:30 P.M.)

First off is where I started back in March. 7th. This is the Glass Screen Pro Protector from one of my packages I’ve unboxed. Though not the first where I wanted to installed at my device’s screen; which happens I’d use for my Samsung Tab E back in 2019. ⬇️

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Now years later though, I’ve got the same thing that also compatible for my second iPad device. It also helped to prevent from dirt, germs, or scratches to high resolution display. At least when reading the front cover or online sites, but nice details to remember. Anyways, I unboxed this while getting started to installing my iPad’s screen. Though I’ve been through this before when doing other of my tablet and video game handheld devices.

Good thing where I followed through instructions by using guide stickers, one cleaning wipe and a cloth to set up. Once it completed by few minutes later, my second iPad’s screen is secured very well. Looking at it, it was pretty nice after being careful of installation. I’ll be saving the full picture after this review is done.

⬆️5th through 9th Images (started at 3:01 to 3:20 P.M. after unboxing and close-ups)

Now for something different where I moved on to my second item to unboxed. This here was my new magnetic stylus pens from the brand “StylusHome.” It even sell other different pens and accessories if you’re interested. However, I picked with those pens that I’m going with; especially how it looks like any luxury pens while holding them. Nice!

Unlike where I used to work with my “Blackweb” stylus; in terms of coloring, some sketching, or swiping through apps. ⬇️

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Once I've opening this case itself, I have one each black and white pens separate; pre-installed with magnetic tips sealed that I've mentioned before. It also came with four replacement parts to install in case of losing them, a cleaning cloth, a manual book, and the warranty card. Don't expected to have USB cables to charge these pens up; unlike with my "Blackweb" pens that it still working as of today. I'll see I can check it back for my other post soon.

As for this new pens however, they're pretty fine to use without any power buttons on. Unless you'll be looking for other "StylusHome" stylus that does need charging batteries. Though what I have was good looking standard pens that I would needed to be careful when using. Which is why where going to the next part below as I tested out later. ⬇️

⬆️ 10th Image (ending at 3:48 P.M.)

I went to my PicsArt app minutes later and test out at least with my one stylus pen. This here was my drawling lines I have so far, but doing in both different tips. Regardless which tips suits better to use for drawing/sketching stuff, I pick with the clear disc tip kind. I putted on top next to the below of my second drawing line; while using the fiber tip. They’re not bad, but slightly different in comparison that I would’ve do more of it. However, it’s best I can still use the clear disc tip for hoping of better art tracing experiences. Though only to get closer while tracing. Whatever works.

Good to know my “StylusHome” pens works well that I’m getting started on further art projects later on. Also it good on swiping onscreen (to other tablets and devices) whether using Google app or YouTube app through searches. Well, I usually go with my fingers; especially good for tracing through art sketches from previous times.

⬆️11th through 18th Images (On March. 11th; started at 5:55 P.M. before bedtime)

And finally this one; though waiting about few days til the 11th of March. Unlike where I “accidentally” ordered the Fintie tablet case, this here was the right size that I would’ve looking for. It came from the “JETech” brand that sells different cases, screen protectors, and other accessories. I helped with my mom to pick the right size for my second iPad that thankfully fits. Its design was made with faux leather material and having a sleep/wake function when opening and close the magnetic cover. As its fit though, Just wanted to make sure to check on the back bottom of my tablet’s model number. Mine was “A1822”; so after checking on what’s on the box, it support that as well. Nice. 😉👍

I also wanted to point out the color of the tablet case itself; which is black, even if I would’ve go something a bit nice or unique. However, appreciate the looks I’ve picked up with. Not only that, it also folds in different position for viewing or working while doing on art stuff. You know what’s coming when sharing this post I got.

My Thoughts:

Do apologies for the long wait I’ve worked up, but worth to check out my three items for the first time. After ordering from Amazon.com; though later when ordering the right sized tablets case was approved. I like the way while hoping to give a good clean upgrade for my second iPad device, but also using with my new stylus pens for 2023. Do hope I’ll be sure to take care of it.

Hope you guys enjoy this review I’ve came up. Again just to note, I’m leaving my Fintie tablet case out until further notice. Mostly if getting my first iPad Air tablet device soon. Who knows?

⬆️ 19th through 21st Images (On March. 26th at 5:00 P.M.) (Bonus)

As I promised, here’s a closer look of my second iPad device; after installing with the screen protector and my “JETech” brand tablet case. Pretty nice, huh? Very appreciated after ordering from Amazon.com; alongside with my “StylusHome” pens. Anyways, see you guys on April 2023!

Links for these items we’ve ordered from Amazon.com ⬇️

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Designing Your Master Bedroom: Creating a Serene Retreat

Your master bedroom is not just a place to sleep; it is your personal sanctuary, a haven of relaxation and rejuvenation. Designing this space requires careful consideration and attention to detail to ensure it reflects your style and promotes a sense of tranquillity. Whether you're starting from scratch or giving your existing bedroom a makeover, here are some tips to help you design a master bedroom that is both functional and inviting.

Define Your Style: Begin by determining the overall style you want to achieve. Are you drawn to minimalist, contemporary, rustic, or bohemian aesthetics? Browse through design magazines, websites, and social media platforms to gather inspiration and identify key elements that resonate with you. This will serve as a foundation for your design decisions.

Optimize Space: Consider the layout and size of your bedroom to make the most of the available space. Choose furniture that fits comfortably and doesn't overcrowd the room. A clutter-free environment promotes relaxation, so incorporate ample storage solutions like built-in closets or stylish dressers to keep belongings organized and out of sight.

Choose a Soothing Colour Palette: Colours have a profound impact on our moods and emotions. Select a calming colour palette that promotes relaxation and serenity. Soft, muted tones like pastels, neutrals, or cool blues and greens can create a peaceful ambience. Introduce pops of colour through accessories or artwork to add visual interest without overwhelming the space.

Layer Lighting: Lighting is crucial in setting the right mood in a master bedroom. Incorporate a mix of ambient, task, and accent lighting to create a layered effect. Install dimmer switches to adjust the intensity of light according to your needs and preferences. Consider natural light as well, as it can enhance the overall atmosphere of the room.

Invest in Quality Bedding: The centrepiece of any master bedroom is the bed. Invest in a high-quality mattress, comfortable pillows, and luxurious bedding to ensure a good night's sleep. Opt for soft, breathable fabrics like cotton or linen that feel gentle against the skin. Experiment with textures and patterns to add visual interest to your bed.

Create a Relaxation Nook: Designate a cosy corner in your master bedroom for relaxation and unwinding. Consider adding a comfortable reading chair or a chaise lounge where you can enjoy a book or simply take a moment to yourself. Enhance this space with a plush rug, a side table, and a floor lamp for added functionality.

Incorporate Personal Touches: Your master bedroom should reflect your personality and create a sense of intimacy. Display meaningful artwork, photographs, or treasured items that evoke positive emotions. Add personal touches through decorative accents like candles, plants, or scented diffusers to infuse the room with your unique style.

Remember, the key to designing a master bedroom is to create a space that promotes relaxation and serves as your personal retreat. With careful thought and attention to detail, you can design a serene and inviting space that brings you joy and rejuvenation every time you step into it. Take the time to plan and consider your preferences, and let your master bedroom become a haven for rest and tranquillity.

[biskael]

“ when I was young, birthdays didn’t matter — in fact, I didn’t know they were celebrated for many years. ” a pause, gloved fingers laying out the few crudely wrapped gifts she could think to give him; despite her nimble fingers she is atrocious when it comes to wrapping paper. “ i'm not sure how old you are, quilge, and it doesn’t really matter to me. we share this day — a cosmic bond stronger than blood. ”

and thus, they should celebrate by doing what it is they do best … inflicting pain.

when he pulls the paper and tape from the gifts, he will find artifacts recovered from dig sites in exotic locations — a jagged sword and a blackened dagger, both give off a strange forbidding aura; the locals had deemed them cursed, had refused to touch them. the last (and most important) item is an amulet, reportedly used to lock away an ancient monster — a gift: some unknown terror for him to tear limb from limb. “ I do know that you love to hunt, quilge. now I am no fighter, but watching you kill is a treat all its own. happy birthday, let’s enjoy it, shall we? ” 💕

" YOU CAN BE FAR TOO KIND TO ME , DOKTOR BECKETT , " the hunter says as he quickly does away with the wrappings . laughing slightly behind his darkened mouth . of her gestures , of course , whether small or grand , he was nearly indebted for . the woman was a genius . very much reminding him of another brilliant woman he'd held in such high regard . how everyone he had ever cared for didn't hide their darkness , so much as they'd displayed it openly . or , let it command them , consume them , much like himself . the kinship of bloodshed demands its own rite to be had by those who share it .

the weight of any blade is far too familiar in his grip ... except , as he tries both of these , they feel strangely light as he gives them both a trying thrust . forged of a metal long forgotten , perhaps ? he cannot name how or why , but what he can is how prone one is staring at the blades themselves . how the eye cannot simply be wrenched away so easily . and that , even in his eons of immortal longevity , its bloodthirst far outweighs his own . the tip of the dagger , in particular , looked perpetually stained a tarnished ruby , despite its age . and the sword's blade , though crooked and worn , gleamed brightly against its own darkened shadow : the morningstar in the abyss . a rather strange impossibility . he dare not use these upon anyone he cherishes . with certainty , these are only to be brandished against an enemy .

" i won't question wherever you found such ... oddities , my dear , but , they are especially wonderous . " and both are so carefully sheathed . " do tell me more about them over cake . but , before that , " he'd added , and procured the little amulet from its velvet pouch . while not in a style he would personally adorn himself in by choice , the stone inlaid within it was truly gorgeous . a viscous purple , catching the light gently . " since the final ending of the war , all has been ... rather quiet these days . both a welcome moment of reprieve and a source of annoyance for myself & my husband . a quest certainly sounds entertaining , especially if there's danger & violence to be had .

thank you , maude . and thank you for your companionship . happy birthday to you , as well . "

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