#aurora buyers

[carlos-the-ai]

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[saphstories]

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

A ShadowxAurora One Shot

Shadow never meant to keep it. With the limited space in his apartment, a piano wasn't exactly practical. But he'd seen it sitting on the street while on a run, a pathetic little spinet that apparently wasn't worth the effort for repair according to the owner, so it sat in wait for the dump truck.

Omega thought he was nuts when Shadow had used Chaos Control to transport the piano into the apartment, and perhaps he was. The instrument had definitely seen better days, and it would take more than a simple tune up to get it in pristine condition again.

That didn't stop Shadow from shoving the spinet against the wall between his mattress and the front door and then going out to purchase the necessary items for piano repairs.

The spinet became Shadow's passion project over the next several weeks. Any spare moment between his mercenary work with Omega and dates with Aurora, Shadow could be found with the spinet piano, painstakingly doting over the instrument to set it to rights again.

"You never told me you can fix instruments." Aurora had noted once, sitting on the little bench with her legs swinging while half of Shadow's body was inside the back of the spinet.

"Never came up." Shadow had grunted.

"Where'd you learn?" She'd pressed.

Shadow had shrugged. "I did a lot of things while off world, Light. Sometimes I was asked to fix things, and music is universal." Aurora had accepted that answer, and Shadow minutely relaxed.

No way he was EVER going to tell her that some aristocrat across the galaxy had taken fancy to him and tried to get his attention by breaking her piano, just so he'd come and fix it. It was the fastest he'd ever fled a planet. Omega still hadn't let him live it down.

The plan for the spinet once he'd finished repairs was simple enough: take it to the resale shop and get a decent sum of cash for it. He'd contacted the shop, gotten a good offer, and was set to deliver and receive his rings, but when he arrived and saw the buyer...a mother and son duo, the latter whom was whining about how much he HATED piano lessons and was currently and carelessly swinging a baseball bat around in his fit....Shadow took his piano and left.

No way was Shadow going to let all his hard work repairing his baby go to waste on some ungrateful brat that lacked basic appreciation. So, the little spinet piano became a permanent fixture in his apartment.

Shadow had never considered himself a musician of any sort. He was a warrior, a mercenary, the Ultimate Lifeform, a guardian. Music...required a certain softness that Shadow, with all his broken pieces and jagged edges, simply did not possess. But, somehow, that didn't matter. Sitting at his little spinet, gingerly filling his apartment with the soft tones of the classics centered him with a kind of peace he rarely ever achieved...with one exception. When he played, Shadow could pretend that was all there was. Just him and his spinet, creating something beautiful together. It was almost magical, if he believed in such a thing.

Shadow huffed a quiet chuckle, gently resting his hand atop the keys but not pressing down, his thoughts drifting towards the other almost-magical thing in his life. Honestly, if it magic was a thing, Shadow could believe it, because of her. The way she pranced through life, with such light and arms wide open, eager and excited for whatever came her way...could anything else but magical describe his precious Light?

Almost without his command, his fingers gently drifted across the spinet's keys, a delicate melody that swirled and danced through the air. Shadow sighed.

"Though I tried before to tell her

Of the feelings I have for her

In my heart.

Every time that I come near her

I just lose my nerve as I've done

From the start."

How many times has Shadow looked into those emerald eyes, seen that smile, and choked? It was three simple words, why was it so difficult? He's made peace with the past, hasn't he?

"Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she does just turns me on.

Even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on."

A sniffle behind him had Shadow whirling around, Chaos Spear halfway formed in his hand and a snarl on his muzzle, when those same piercing emerald eyes damp with tears stopped him dead. Shadow gulped, his ears flattening against his head. Damn. How long had she- Shadow made get up, averting his eyes as embarrassment colored his cheeks rosy red.

And then she's right there, pushing him back down on the bench with pleas of "Please don't stop, don't mind me-," and she's still looking at him with those eyes, pleading and wet, her body pressed tight against his side, lips protruding in the most pitiful pout...

Chaos, he was screwed, wasn't he?

Shadow sighed and tapped her nose with his finger. "You will say nothing to anyone about this." He commanded, and tried to ignore how distracting that beaming smile was in order to return to the piano. He gulped, frozen with his fingers in position. He knew his voice was not what anyone would call gifted, hers was so much better, and he chanced a glance down to his shoulder where she'd laid her head. She smiled at him again, eager and encouraging, and Shadow gulped and resumed playing.

"Do I have to tell the story

Of a thousand rainy days

SInce we first met?

It's a big enough umbrella

But it's always me

That ends up getting wet.

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she does just turns me on.

Even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on."

Shadow rested his cheek against the top of her head, mindful of the short grouping of quills that acted as bangs, closing his eyes momentarily and just breathing.

"I resolve to call her up

A thousand times a day

And ask her if she'll marry me

In some old fashioned way.

But my silent fears have gripped me

Long before I reach the phone.

Long before my tongue has tripped me

Must I always be alone?"

Her arms squeezed him gently, reassuringly, around his middle, and he pressed a kiss to her head in response, smiling at the growing damp spot on his shoulder.

"Every little thing she does is magic,

Everything she does just turns me on.

Even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on,"

Shadow dropped one hand from the piano and cupped Aurora's cheek, tilting her chin up to look into her eyes, shining with light and joy, and he knew his words wouldn't fail him this time. He smiled at her and leaned his forehead on hers.

"Every little thing you do is magic

Everything you do just turns me on.

Even though my life before was tragic

Know that my love for you goes on."

Shadow ended the song with a soft kiss to her lips, sealing his declaration of devotion with all the love and passion and dedication he had in his heart in the best way he knew how. Words always failed him, but somehow, in this moment, it didn't matter. Aurora wept through his kiss, and he smiled as they parted, a quirk of his mouth so gentle and loving that only she would ever get to see it.

Aurora pounced on him a single moment later, using her own gift of speed to press kiss after kiss on his lips, face, head, everywhere she could reach, glowing so brightly and joyfully exclaiming "I love you"s between kisses. Shadow briefly wondered how she wasn't suffocating before dismissing the thought and basking in their shared love, trading her kisses and words with ones of his own. It didn't matter anyway.

Every little thing she did was magic, after all.

[charlikesalmon]

will you be opening you etsy again?! i loved the sdv stickers

hi!! my etsy is currently open, i just haven’t been as active here 😭 my shop should be open for longer now with *hopefully* more frequent restocks and updates in the future since i’m no longer in school!

restocked a bunch of things + have some new items which you can see below :)

you can check it out here: https://www.etsy.com/ca/shop/eepygreens

[savroseline]

This world is made of LOVE AND PEACE :) ✌️

Charms of them are available for pre-order on my shop until March 16th

[fiangrey]

Venus Aurora - Cyberpunk 2077 OC

Venus is an unsurpassed opportunist, or a desperate fool. She will say yes to everything, and then suffer results, basking in the glory and wealth or being sold out by "allies" and at the rock bottom. There is always scary "or" on every path she steps.

She was a doll, and one time her chip malfunctioned while club was under netrunner attack. Venus was able to hear and record everything, while chip still somehow was working, making her obey her client. She saw another opportunity in this, and bought mods to be able to hear and record all the time. Lust does terrible things to people, and makes clients open their mouths not only for sweet moans.

The end of doll career came when her club decided it's time to sell "old toys", and Venus was on the list. She lost her freedom before she even catch on what was happening. Fortunately damsel in distress was saved by brave knight without a white horse...or to be more precise, she was bought out by Viaraxia, who killed one of the buyers and scared away another one. She got her freedom back and another opportunity? Being lover of Arasaka soldier isn't that bad, if you close your eyes to all his war crimes, obvious problems with his head and his strange friend who looks at everyone like tiger at fresh piece of meat.

OC Reference template by me Character by Mozushan and me

[rjzimmerman]

How Two of the Rarest Horses on Earth Got Lost. (New York Times)

Excerpt from this New York Times story:

The animal that arrived at Hannah Huckabay’s barn this past summer had been advertised as a mule, but it didn’t look like any mule she’d ever seen. She had bought it cheaply online from a livestock auction with thoughts of reselling it or putting it up for adoption, as she does with many last-chance equines at her stables in Aurora, Colo.

It had a broom-bristle mane and a wedge-shaped head, an equine silhouette more often found in a cave painting than on a ranch. “I looked at him, with my daughters, and we thought, ‘Is he a Przewalski's?’ Or however you say it?” Ms. Huckabay later said. “But that seemed very impossible — those horses are critically endangered.”

It couldn’t be, could it? The Przewalski’s — most commonly pronounced che-VAL-ski’s — is so rare that the horse, native to Mongolia, was once extinct in the wild. Its scant bloodlines are tracked by zoos, and individual animals are part of multinational conservation efforts. These precious few horses don’t typically knock around auctions in the western United States.

But the seemingly impossible had actually happened twice: Soon after, Ms. Huckabay’s daughters found a TikTok post by a woman from Utah named Kelsey Bjorklund. She had taken in an identical animal after it was given up by an auction buyer.

Why had these endangered creatures been passed around and sold as cheap horseflesh?

“You think all the money and all the resources they spend to try and breed these animals so they are not extinct and no longer critically endangered, and now you’ve got people just throwing them away,” Ms. Huckabay said. “It shouldn’t have happened to begin with.”

In a way, though, it might be a good sign for the species.

[wouldadepressedpersonmakethis]

Name: Elizabeth ♦ - (Claire Foy) - from The Crown ♦ Guest ♦ Age: (30) ♦ Relationships: Aidan Turner, Harry Styles (brothers), Henry Cavill (frustration/partner-in-crime), Giselle ?? (friend) ♦ Description: A stark contrast to her fun-loving, outgoing, and immature brothers, Elizabeth is reserved, exacting, and very particular. When her mother died, she implored Elizabeth to make sure that her brothers were both taken care of -- a task which Elizabeth has taken to heart (at the expense of her own happiness). Two years ago, Elizabeth refused a proposal from a young man who might have made her very happy, but at the same time she discovered that her younger brother Charles had been supplementing his income as a con-artist and ????? had developed a rather unhealthy dependency upon alcohol. It was clear to her that they both needed her attention and as the young man in question was unwilling to wait for her to sort them out (a task he deemed "impossible"), Elizabeth remains very much unmarried. She has resigned herself to becoming a spinster (a life she does not altogether find unappealing), while she does her best to keep her brothers both in line. ♦ Secret: Knows her brother Charles has been forging masterpieces as authentic for years, but now she's desperately afraid that he has gone too far and will be exposed. Elizabeth has hired reformed jewel thief, HENRY CAVILL, to steal Charles's work right from under him, before the new buyer can get their hands on it and prove that her brother has been scamming people for years. She's wondering if she ought to regret this decision and allow Charles to suffer the consequences for once. HENRY CAVILL's incessant flirting is becoming increasingly irritating (especially during the moments when she finds it rather nice). OPEN.

Name: ♦ - (Aidan Turner) - from And Then There Were None ♦ Guest ♦ Age: (28) ♦ Relationships: Claire Foy (sister), Harry Styles (brother), Florence Pugh (ex-girlfriend) ♦ Description: ♦ Secret: OPEN.

Name: Charles "Charlie" ♦ - (Harry Styles) - from Don't Worry Darling ♦ Guest ♦ Age: (26) ♦ Relationships: Elizabeth ?? (sister), Aidan Turner (brother) ♦ Description: Charlie likes to live his life on the edge. He's always seeking his next adrenaline rush. When he was younger, it was racing cars and gambling that achieved this, but now he's ♦ Secret: TAKEN BY LIZZY.

Name:  ???  ♦ - (Michael Fassbender) - from X-Men ♦ Guest/Thief ♦ Age: (35) ♦ Relationships: Giselle ??, Aurora ?? (sisters) ♦ Description: ♦ Secret: OPEN.

Name: Giselle ?? ♦ - (Rosamund Pike) - from An Education ♦ Guest ♦ Age: (28) ♦ Relationships: Michael Fassbender (brother), Aurora ??? (sister), Matthew Goode (ex-boyfriend), Elizabeth ?? (friend) ♦ Description: Lively and energetic, Giselle lights up any room she decides to grace with her presence. She is the perfect hostess for all of her brother's social gatherings where she always remembers everyone's names ♦ Secret: Giselle knows that her brother's business is underhanded, but she purposefully remains ignorant to it and looks the other way when anything suspicious happens. She's also still desperately in love with MATTHEW GOODE, and seeing him happy with his new wife is threatening to ruin a perfectly good vacation. OPEN.

Name: Aurora ???  ♦ - (Florence Pugh) - from Don't Worry Darling ♦ Guest ♦ Age: (25) ♦ Relationships: Michael Fassbender (brother), Giselle ??? (sister), Aidan Turner (ex-boyfriend) ♦ Description: It is only due to Giselle's instance that Aurora is even here, at all. ♦ Secret: Despite everything, Aurora hasn't quite TAKEN BY LIZZY.

Name: Julian Stark  ♦ - (Henry Cavill) - from The Man from U.N.C.L.E. ♦ Guest/Thief ♦ Age: (34) ♦ Relationships: Elizabeth (partner/flirtation/interest) ♦ Description: Charismatic, charming, and opportunistic, Julian is a former jewel thief turned successful art dealer. Known throughout Europe for his daring (and impressive) thieveries, he is something of a celebrity who only evaded significant prison time when he ♦ Secret: Julian has secretly been in love with Elizabeth for years and has returned to the Regency Grand summer after summer with the secret hope that, perhaps, one day she will return his affections. So far, he's only managed to put her off with his incessant flirting. It came as a surprise when she turned to him for help steal the forged art her brother is trying to sell. While Julian had promised himself he would never get involved in thievery again, the prospect of both helping Elizabeth and working with her, meant that saying no was never an option. OPEN.

[anatnem]

[OPEN/FOR SALE]Non-CS Adopt Aurora Pyro

Owners: #1 none 

Set Price: $35.00 USD

Extras: +$12.50 to get either an inked/painted bust or chibi or +$20.00 of both a bust and chibi +$5.00 USD per added animations on chibi or painted bust(ear twitch, blinking eyes, wavy hair) To buy, please send a dm/message on any of my main socials:  Discord: anatnem Deviant Art: www.deviantart.com/a-nat-nem Toyhouse: toyhou.se/~forums/5866.design-… What you get: • PNG with Transparent Background of your kiddo - as per the image above • Please do not hide your bid - it will result in being blacklisted and blocked from my account if i see it happen • Serious buyers only - 24 hours to pay - failure to make payment within time limit (or if other problems occur) will result in the runner up getting the adopt • You are not allowed bid/buy if your account is less than 6 months old (unless using points) • You are not allowed to use/trace/reference without purchase - remember, inspiration does not mean copy • After purchase - you own the design - you can change, alter, edit, resell, ect. • My general TOS Quick FAQ - Can I use this adopt for commercial uses/purposes after purchase? Yes. After purchase, you can use the adopt for anything you would like including VTuber models, merch, your own stories & cartoons/manga/manwha/toons and alike. - What does non-cs mean? It means this character is not associated/connected with any closed, open or semi species or community and can be used for any means you would like. :icondonotuseplz::iconmyartplz::icondonotuseplz::iconmyartplz::icondonotuseplz::iconmyartplz: Want to see what im working on or interested in the pre-claims? Then join my personal discord today for art and gaming: https://discord.gg/fBDBK9Af  The server provides gaming chatter, loonies and you can see whats to come and pre-claim adopts and commissions before they get posted anywhere else.

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[benitocresta]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, Benito Cresta! I couldn't help but notice you look an awful lot like Michael Cimino. You must be the twenty-four year old instructor at timeless pottery studio. Word is you're doting but can also be a bit naive and your favorite song is Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac. I also heard you'll be staying in Fisher's Cove. I'm sure you'll love it! @aurorabayaesthetic

Basics -

Full name: Benito Luca Cresta

Nickname/s: Benny, Ben

Preferred name/s: Benito, Benny

Gender: Man

Pronouns: He/him

Age: Twenty-four

Birthday: December 3rd

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship status: Single

Occupation: Pottery instructor & Freelance artist

Backstory -

Benito was born shortly prior to his parents' divorce, and as a result, he spent his upbringing half in Aurora Bay, where his father resided, and the other half a few hours away from the coast with his mother.

As a young child, there was absolutely no rest for Benito; he was always working on something in extravagant fashion, be it his latest craft project, his attempt at beating the hardest level in a video game, or his promise to catch his neighbour the biggest fish of the summer.

He wasn't the best student in school, despite earnestly trying his hardest. He succeeded better in classes with creative or athletic aspects, and was fortunate to have great teachers who really helped him through the rest.

Benito had no real interest in pursuing further education after completing high school, not wanting to be tied down to one place as he felt he was in school - despite his frequent travelling from one parent's house to the other.

Instead, Benito wanted to live a free, creative, joyous life. He decided that Aurora Bay would be the best setting for such a thing, and he soon found his own small yet charming home in Fisher's Cove.

From his early teen years, Benito always worked odd jobs around town, and often had multiple places of employment. After high school, he used a sum of his savings from his work to invest in an ambitious pottery project, and he quickly fell in love with it.

It wasn't the first time that Benito had engaged in the activity, but the pieces he made were beloved by manner buyers, and the support caused him to pursue pottery as a career.

He kept working elsewhere in the beginning of his pottery career, but it eventually became his only means of an income; after a series he did on TikTok where he made Fortnite based pieces went viral, Benito put more into his creations, and then took his pottery career a step further by becoming an instructor at Timeless Pottery.

Personality & more -

Benito certainly mellowed out as he grew older, but he never grew out of always being in the middle of seemingly millions of activities and projects; to this day he thrives best when he's busy.

He's an incredible friend; connection with others is the most important thing to him. Almost all of his actions and decisions are related to somebody else - he's selfless, and he has the biggest heart.

He's somewhat of a hopeless romantic, and even though he tends to always be busy, he's a good partner. He devotes himself to his partner while also staying true to himself and meeting all of his own needs, making his romantic history filled with healthy relationships.

He wants to be everybody's friend, and as he's so extraverted he doesn't struggle initiating friendships with those who are willing. While confident, he's not pushy, and he's generally good at reading signs from those who don't wish for him to come on too strong. He doesn't like to cross anyone's boundaries, and this talent certainly helps.

Outside of creating and instructing his pottery, Benito is often found playing sports, attending gigs and concerts, spending time with friends, creating TikToks, playing Fortnite, and getting himself up to all kinds of mischief with anyone willing to accompany him.

[marsmoran]

MARS MORAN

full name: marcus "mars" john moran

pronouns & gender: he/him, cis man

birthday & birthplace: december 21, 1982 (41); boston, ma

location: seabrook quarter

time in aurora bay: 20 years

sexuality: bisexual

occupation: owner of pinball wizard arcade

@aurorabayaesthetic

about.

drugs, alcoholism, substance abuse tws

mars is the youngest of five boys — no joke — all named marcus, after their dad marcus. it was a bizarre decision on the part of his parents, but it certainly reflected their parenting style, which could generously be called "hands-off" but could less generously be described as not giving a fuck. they were catholic enough to not believe in contraception until they had their fifth marcus and decided enough was enough.

both of his parents struggled with alcoholism and substance abuse issues, and his brothers were no help; it was every man for himself in their house, with the five of them often getting into fights over the best places to hide whenever one or both of their parents were in a rage.

by the time mars was seven, he was already fed up with his parents referring to him and his brothers by a number, so he started going exclusively by "mars" (MAR5, get it?).

he and his brothers were active shoplifters, and they were pulling mars into their schemes around the same time he'd given himself a new name. he learned how to lie and charm very quickly (the two are basically synonymous to him now), and his strategies for stealing went back and forth between distracting people because he was a cute kid and slipping in and out without getting caught. he was the runt of the litter, but he learned how to use it to advantage

he finished middle school but just didn't show up for his first day of freshman year, then never went back to school again. his parents didn't give a fuck about truancy calls, and the school he was supposed to be going to wasn't great anyway, so they never followed up. instead, he spent his days loafing around boston and, at sixteen, dealing — which he was fantastic at

he was so good that he actually managed to make a good amount of money for himself, and at eighteen he bought the cheapest thing he could find in a used car lot, packed a single backpack, and drove away

he spent three years just driving around the country, spending money pretty much only on gas, food to sustain himself, and motel rooms when he desperately needed a real bed to sleep in and a shower. sometimes he'd spend extended periods in one place, picking up odd jobs to recoup some more cash before he hit the road again. (he'd also stolen a pound of coke from his supplier before he left boston, so he also sold that for as long as he could).

at the end of year three, when he was twenty-one, he finally made it to the other side of the country in that same terrible car, which was already held together by duct tape and fell apart almost as soon as he rolled into town. he didn't want to buy a new car, so he figured he would stay a while. he used the rest of his money to put down a few months rent at a trailer park outside of town and took random jobs while also figuring out some way to find a supplier in LA so he could start dealing in AB (mostly to the rich people in AB drive, tbh)

and he just ended up...never leaving. he found he liked california, which was so unlike where he'd grown up. he went from job to job while dealing on the side, never getting caught

until he did get caught. he was meeting a buyer in the arcade, but it was intercepted by the owner, an old, take-no-shit lesbian named angie, who told him she wouldn't call the police as long as he never stepped foot in the place again

he stayed away for weeks, before he was finally compelled to go back in and actually thank her for not ratting him out. and she did almost call the cops on him as soon as she saw his face, but then his old charm kicked in, and he was able to talk her down and offer to buy her a drink

angie basically adopted him after that. she was mean, never put up with his shit, and didn't mince her words about him needing to get his life together, but that's sort of what he needed. at least he knew she cared. eventually, he stopped dealing and sort of nepo babied his way into an assistant manager job at the arcade. after a while, he was able to move out of the trailer park to ocean crest.

angie died when he was thirty-five, and for reasons he still doesn't understand, he left most of her money and the arcade to him, with a note that just told him not to fuck it up. that's failing UP, baby

he's been trying not to fuck it up ever since. he moved out of ocean crest to a little house in seabrook. he can barely comprehend how straight he's gone, but he'd be lying if he said that little, long-dormant kernel of chaos didn't tempt him to puncture his nice blanket of peace sometimes

family.

mother: catherine moran (nee mcdonald)

father: marcus moran

brothers: marcus moran, marcus moran, marcus moran, marcus moran

tidbits.

a gremlin!! a liar and an idiot and a gremlin!!

he still steals shit, but has actually grown a conscience about it and stays away from small businesses. big box stores he'll swipe from all the live long day

definitely bought crypto (dogecoin, specifically). still thinks it'll bounce back. also was big into the entire gamestop sitch

BIG gamer. spends lots of saturday nights yelling at randos over discord while playing helldivers

subscribes heavily to the 'don't get high on your own supply' motto. he actually doesn't really indulge in drugs aside from weed (anymore. he definitely used to)

he hasn't seen or heard from most of his family since he left boston, but marcus 2 (who'd also broken away from their family after mars did) actually managed to track him down a few years ago. they talk occasionally

still doesn't own a car. instead he has a dumb little moped that he thinks he looks awesome on

angie's note is framed and hanging on the wall behind the counter at the arcade

connections.

pseudo uncle to @ulyflynn

spiritual cousins w/ @santiagodeleons

rat dad/rat son @aiden-stevens

former friends/was indirectly the cause of @samucl-kane's relapse

frenemies w/ benefits of @joey-madani

disgruntled employer of @maura-cortes, less disgruntled employer of @macaulaymontgomery

next door neighbor/frequent botherer of @delilahcarreno, also a last last last resort babysitter for her son

@xaviermattthews' former dealer 😬

former coworker (they shared the same supplier aslkjdfl) of @silascody

whatever this is w/ @bazhowletts

[plushieanimals]

(UK Aurora World anon again!) Got a follow up from the UK branch of Aurora World explaining the difference in toy ranges between their US and UK sites:

"In regards to your query with product ranges of the U.S. and U.K., there are some ranges that are both markets but it depends what the buyers in sales think will sell. There will be ranges in either country that will move between, but the U.S. market has a lot more choice for products. Although you cannot buy directly from their website (https://auroragift.com/) as they don’t ship to the U.K sometimes items can be found on sites like eBay or Amazon.com. The only issue with that is the shipping can be as much as the product itself."

Hopefully this information is useful for other UK/European Aurora World fans! Now to figure out if it's worth the cost of importing the toy ranges we don't get over here...

here is a part of the previous ask i received from this anon that included this response from Aurora US:

"Unfortunately we don't offer international shipping, but we recommend checking out a seller on eBay called Pacific Serenity. They're one of our wholesale buyers who offer to ship internationally. Please keep in mind we are not affiliated with these sellers so we recommend checking out their reviews before making a purchase. Hope this helps, let us know if you have any questions."

wow! Good info anon! It’s such a shame that they don’t sell more of their products in the UK :( i find it so funny that US aurora just said “Here’s an ebay shop that we endorse tho we totally don’t take liability LOL good luck”

[auggievillanueva]

AUGGIE VILLANUEVA

full name: august "auggie" gabriel villanueva

pronouns & gender: he/him, cis man

birthday & birthplace: march 14, 1987 (37); aurora bay, ca

location: seabrook quarter

time in aurora bay: his whole life, minus a few years for college

sexuality: gay

occupation: owner of oceania bookstore

@aurorabayaesthetic

about.

cancer, death tw

auggie was born and raised in aurora bay, in a little house in fisher's cove. he was mostly raised by his grandparents; his father was never around and his mother died when he was young. his grandparents were basically aurora bay lifers as well, they moved in shortly after the town was founded. coming from a long line of academics, they opened a bookstore — oceania — in the center of town, and at the beginning it was mostly comprised of books straight from auggie's grandfather's collection.

he and his mom were already living with his grandparents when she died of breast cancer. auggie was nine, and the loss completely crushed him. he was already prone to reclusiveness and shyness, but her death just made him even more withdrawn. by the time he was eleven, his grandparents pulled him out of school to homeschool him for a time because he wasn't adjusting at school.

they mostly taught him in the backroom at oceania between tending to customers. he grew up surrounded by books, and the love must be partially genetic, because he devoured every single one he could get his hands on. when he was fourteen, he was already helping out in the store, pulling massive books down and making effusive recommendations to customers. that's really what helped him come out of his shell.

his grandparents put him back in school when he was a freshman so that he could socialize a bit before going off to college. it took a little while, but he eventually found his feet, making friends with the rest of the nerd/bookish crowd. he left home but didn't go too far for college, choosing UCLA to remain close to his grandparents. he was halfway through a degree in english when, at 20, his grandmother died.

so he moved back home again to help his grandfather run the store and enrolled at AB college part-time to split his time completing his degree and keeping shop. it took him a few more years, but he graduated and then immediately took on a full-time role managing the store, as his grandfather's health was declining as well.

his grandfather died when he was twenty-five, and auggie felt the weight of the loss tremendously. he had become a lot better adjusted since his mom died, so he managed to work through things alright, but it planted a deep sorrow in him that he still hasn't shaken.

when he got full run of the store, he weighed his options of things to keep — his grandparents' house or the shop — and he ultimately chose the shop. he sold their house in fisher's cove at a nice premium and put the money back into oceania.

sometime during that span, he also met a man, an art buyer and frequent customer at oceania. their relationship was, at first, very reminiscent of a rom-com, with their bookstore meet-cutes and the bliss that followed. they got married when auggie was twenty-nine and moved into a house in seabrook. a few years in, they decided to have a child together and their daughter, rosie, was born in 2019.

everything was fine — great, even — until auggie found out early last year that his husband had been keeping an apartment in LA he'd been conducting an affair out of for years. the divorce came swift, and it was as easy as those kinds of things can be. his husband accepted full responsibility and didn't fight auggie's demand for full custody of their daughter with occasional visitation.

auggie is very much not over what happened, but he keeps on trucking for his daughter and the store's sake.

family.

grandmother: ximena villanueva (nee aguilar)

grandfather: hernando villanueva

mother: xiomara villanueva

father: manuel cabrera (estranged)

daughter: rosie villanueva

tidbits.

auggie's is mostly soft and sweet, but the divorce dealt a huge blow to him and gave him a bit of an edge. he's a little less afraid to say what he's actually thinking, which actually can end up being a little mean (in a fun way) sometimes. he can be pretty judgmental and pessimistic under the politeness (he was raised right!).

he's got a big ole Business Plan for oceania and is very ambitious about how he wants it to grow. his biggest achievement to date is getting michelle zauner to come in for an appearance when she was promoting 'crying in h mart.' he moderated the conversation with her and cried when she hugged him. his grand plan is to buy the building next door and expand to accommodate a coffee shop, but that's pretty far down the line.

auggie's an incredibly active parent and definitely spoils his daughter. he's basically single parenting, with little-to-no regard for what his ex wants at this point.

writes poetry and short stories in his free time. he keeps notebooks filled with stuff dating back to his early teens but hardly shares it with anyone. he has no ambitions for it, it's just a good creative outlet

deeply active on goodreads. he'll usually share his username with his regulars

has a black cat named harry, who his daughter brought home off the street earlier this year

connections.

cousin of @santiagodeleons, who's also one of his daughter's godparents

close friends w/ @samucl-kane, another one of his daughter's godparents

ex-boyfriend of @benj-hyun

friends w/ @bradley-banner

parent friends w/ @luckylewis, @delilahcarreno

employer of @fxckaubreycarson, his daughter's nanny

employer/protective of @emersonxcassidy

close friend of @themeixhuang

[belle--ofthebrawl]

All the ghouls with dicks got lined up, dick auction style

Aurora (and Rain and Cirrus?) walking around like potential buyers commenting on each one based on length, size, textures, features, etc

I can't believe I left the backdoor to my brain unlocked again, all sorts of critters are getting in here and pulling my thoughts out of their drawers.

Can y'all wait, I am trying to cook here(AFFECTIONATE).

[savroseline]

No better way to start an art blog than with the Bois TM

Charms of them are also currently available for pre-order in my shop until March 16th :)

[herarcadewasteland]

Bounty

A/N: Hiii im kinda alive and my random thought produced this.

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader

Warnings: violence, drugs, blood, cursing, depictions of drug deals, mentions of death and bombs.

random thought here

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Aurora. The lifeblood of the underground. Your lifeblood. It wasn’t an ideal job, hell, you wanted to be a bartender. The city went to shit before that. Your father went to shit before that. Psyke rose from the depths and took over the city. Cops scrambled for answers to who was dispensing it all, families mourned overdoses and you lost everything. It wasn’t easy, adjusting to your own dad hyped up on ridiculously strong drugs injected through his spinal cord.

Your heart ached every time you looked at him, an IV drip injected into his back to keep him on his high. Taking it out caused an indescribable rage, his eyes turning bloodshot within seconds, his hands around your neck, your breath leaving your body as he applied pressure. He had tried to kill you each time you had tried to help him. 

His addiction got worse over the years, your hope for him diminishing as you watched his body rot from the inside out. He wasn’t working anymore. He couldn’t even make it to the washroom. You had to go to work, you had to pay the bills and keep everything running. You were doing everything you shouldn’t have been doing for your father and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. To just let him suffer more than he was choosing too. In another reality, you thought things could’ve ended up differently, maybe in another reality you weren’t walking the streets at night, selling Psyke until the cops took down the whole operation with a literal bang. 

They had blown up the labs where SKZ were brewing and creating the Psyke. It all went down, and the city went with it. Unfortunately, all of SKZ was intact. And they were collecting debts. When they found your father in the state he was in, they ransacked your house, looking for any sort of money to pay off his debts. They killed him on the spot after not finding any. It was not exactly what you had wanted to come home to after a long shift at your job, but your father was better off dead. He was barely living as it was. SKZ had threatened you then, your eyes watering at losing your father until they mentioned his debts to them. You had to pay them off. Or you died as well. 

Since that moment, you were a runner for the boys. They gave you aurora, you ran it to a buyer and brought back the money. Slowly over the years, you built up a reputation amongst the underground. You were a perfect runner. One of the best. You always brought back the payment, always delivered the product safely and never let a debt stand. It grew on you slowly. It had become a normal job for you. You enjoyed it even. Maybe not the killing but the running. You got a few doses of aurora for free when you completed extremely high profile runs. Those runs didn’t count for your father's debt, any run you received normal payment for counted. With the amount of runs you did and how far your name spread, it was no wonder the police were always around every corner. They were just waiting, watching, hoping. For you to show up for a run. You knew where they were before you went to drop sites. You knew their schedules inside out and you knew where they had active CCTV cameras scanning the area for you. 

You were wanted. A bounty on your head and aurora in your hands as you roamed the streets, double checking every corner you turned to make sure no schedules had changed. Everything was clear, Chan had given you no news on schedule shifts or extra undercover vehicles, so you did a handoff in the open. The man shaking as he watched you twirl the flask of aurora in your hand, his own extended with money. You grabbed it from him quickly so he couldn’t try and pull you in. All the money accounted for, you held out the flask for the man, your eyes narrowing as he chugged it on the spot, his trembling hands suddenly stopping as his eyes dilated and his veins glowed pink for a brief moment. You nodded in satisfaction, sliding the crinkled money into the pouch in your bag. Walking away from your buyer, you heard your phone dinging nonstop. Chan, you thought. Opening your phone proved your thoughts right, his name in your notifications ten times over telling you about a new dropsite for a new buyer who was verified hours ago. You sighed, new buyers were always sketchy looking and it drew too much attention to you when you showed up and headed in his direction. Sending off an affirmative response, you turned around and made some cuts through some back alleys, the light clinking of the aurora in your bag soothing your nerves slightly. 

The handoff point for the newbie was in the open, a common club, a busy street that would be inconspicuous if two people had a conversation for a few seconds and traded items. You just hoped the newbie was going to cooperate with the rules. Money first, then the drugs. That’s how it went and those who didn’t accept it either got hurt or just didn’t get their fix. Simple as that. At least, it should’ve been simple. But as you approached the hand-off location, the newbie screamed trouble. He clearly had never bought drugs before and it made you wonder.

“So~ Why aurora?”, you asked casually, cocking your hip as the new buyer looked at you in awe and slight fear.

“Heard good things…”, the buyer mumbled as he held out the money for you to take.

You took it slowly, brushing your fingers over his just to watch him shiver nervously, his eyes following the people walking past on the sidewalk until you cleared your throat.

“All good. Have fun, newbie.”, you put the money away and handed him his vials of aurora.

The look in his eye made you laugh as you backed away slowly. The wonder in their eyes was always entertaining. You would be seeing him again, you were sure of it. They always ended up coming back for more. It’s the beauty of it all that gets you hooked. The brighter colours of the world, the enhanced pleasure. That’s what drew people in. Aurora is an aphrodisiac with a slight hallucigen that brightens colours and increases the rate at which your brain can process it all. It was a complex drug, one that was made in extremely large batches and took about two weeks to make in its entirety. Combine that with SKZ, creators of Psyke, producing it? You create a worldwide want for the substance. And with that, a demand for you. It was simple, fun and paid you and your dad’s debt. No complaints from you, even as you ran into the corner of a building as a result of taking the corner too sharply. You grunted in annoyance and continued your walk, your phone pinging a few times. 

You contemplated just letting Chan sit without a response, but you didn’t want a fingernail removed or anything so you pulled your phone from your pocket again and opened your messages. A bunch of frantic “Answer me”’s met your eyes when you stopped to read the messages properly, your fingers hitting the call button before you could fully process all his messages. 

“Y/N! You have to turn around right now and make your way back to the drop-site. There’s an undercover around that corner. They shift swapped faster than usual. When you’re back to the site, wander between the people. Wait three minutes for the patrol to start and make your way back. You’ll be safe then.”

“Got it. Thanks, Channie.”

Receiving no answer, you pulled the phone from your ear, the “call ended” screen glaring back at you. You didn’t expect anything less from him, but it still hurt you a little. The walk back to the drop-site after you pocketed your phone was tense, you felt suspicious checking over your shoulder every now and again. Your eyes scanned the crowd for faces you studied, the countless badge photos shooting through your mind as you tried to place any off duty cops in the area. Finding none, you relaxed slightly, mentally timing yourself before turning around as casually as you could and nearly sprinting back down towards the corner you were at when Chan messaged. 

Slowing your pace to catch your breath some more, you glanced around, a message from Chan pinging through your phone. You glanced at it briefly, seeing a go-ahead to have a vial of aurora for the mix up with no repercussions. An incredulous laugh left you and you reached into your bag, your casual pace slowing just a little more as you grabbed a flask. Swirling the contents and watching it shimmer green and gold under the streetlights, you uncorked it. Leaning your head over the vial, you inhaled slightly, the scents of pear and vanilla tickling your senses until you glanced around the street once more. Deciding the coast was clear, you knocked back the contents, your senses coming alive as you basked in the euphoria. You sighed happily, pocketing the empty vial and strolling along, your eyes wandering aimlessly and worry free about the streets. 

A loud “woop” filled your head, sudden red and blue lights flashing right beside you as you stumbled. Glancing over, your eyes widened at the man stepping out of the car. Your fight or flight response kicked in before you could properly register the detective badge in his large hands. 

“Fuck.”, you whimpered as you stumbled away from the car, turning on your heel to book it in the direction you were going.

You took a highly illegal drug in front of a cop. A detective. As a wanted person. With a bounty on her head. You cursed your luck, your feet aching already as you ran through the streets, heavy footfalls behind you as he shouted at you to stop where you were. There was no doubt he didn’t recognize or know you from wanted posters and alerts that went through the stations across the country. He knew who you were, and now he was after you. 

Your heart beat fast in your chest, your breaths frantic as you took sharp turns into alleyways, the vials in your bag clinking harshly and sending fresh jolts of panic through your system. If you broke the product, you would never hear the end of it and you would have to pay for the damaged goods from your own pocket. As you ran faster, you noticed a lock box for super discreet drop-offs. They were locked after each insert. If you could get the aurora to the box and lock it, the cop on your tail wouldn’t be able to break the lock. Bulletproof locks were a wonderful invention. Glancing over your shoulder to gauge his speed, you gasped as you realized he was less than two meters from you at all times. He was fast. Almost faster than you. Leaving the aurora in the box would take too much time, he would have you and the drugs in no time. You sighed roughly and took your bag from your back, your legs aching and hips cramping slightly as you ran. You had to drop the bag off to the side of the drop box and tell Chan as soon as you could where it was. 

Taking a sharp turn and then another in the opposite direction, you left the bag as gently as you could beside the lock box. Hearing his footsteps slow, you turned to look, slowly coming to a stop yourself as you panted harshly, the cold night air burning your now dry throat as you tried to anticipate his next move. He glanced between you and the box a few times, a smirk growing on his face as he cracked his knuckles. He knew what you had tried to do, the ultimatum before him almost stalling him in wonder at your quick thinking before he was sprinting at you. His large frame barrelling towards you startled you into action, a sharp gasp leaving you as you tripped over your own feet momentarily before you caught yourself, sending your body flying in the opposite way once more. His footsteps felt closer than before, your heart racing in your ears and pounding against your chest as you struggled to keep your fast pace. His breaths felt like your own, the loud beating of your heart doing nothing to hide his angry grunts as he grazed the back of your jacket with his fingers. 

Your breathing stuttered, hands growing sweaty as you pushed yourself to move faster. You had to go faster. There was no other option for you. Being caught certainly meant death or worse, so you had to run. Only run. Your hands gently brushed the rough cement walls as you passed, your turns getting shakier as the noises of the busy street got quieter, your breaths bouncing around the alleys in time with your footsteps. One turn too sharp and you slammed into a wall, your cheek stinging as you pushed yourself from it, hands trembling against it until they met air once more. Your hair was a mess, lips dry and body aching. But you couldn’t let yourself stop. Glancing over your shoulder to check the detective's progress granted you a clear look at his angry expression. His jaw set and eyebrows furrowed as he sprinted after you, one pretty hand extending for your jacket hood as your peek slowed your steps. The realization had you whimpering, body moving faster as you turned away from your pursuer. The noises of the street completely vanished now, you took a proper look at your surroundings and cursed loudly, the detective laughing loudly as you examined the dead end you had backed yourself into with your lost focus. The brick walls surrounding you left no exit, the one straight ahead of you approaching faster as you sprinted towards it. Cursing the man behind you, you stopped running. 

Your momentum carried you further, shoes skidding and sending you to the ground as you slid into the wall. Your left side collided with the cold surface roughly, arm and hips no doubt bruising at the collision as you cried out in pain, the slow methodical footsteps of the detective reaching your ears as you struggled to your feet. A hand wrapping itself in the collar of your jacket halted your motions, the detective yanking you to your feet with a small breath of effort. Your back met the wall, head slamming against it as you groaned and avoided eye contact for a few moments. Taking the time to observe your captor further, you noticed his badge. He wasn’t any detective, he was Choi Jongho and he was the best of the best. The detective no criminal wanted on their tail for any reason. And he had been on yours. Chan had warned you about him, his feats and his role in the Psyke takedown. It was all him. You had foolishly thought you were safe, your successful runs and lack of encounters with the cops lulling you into a false sense of security. He broke you from your musings, his hand now holding the badge in front of your face, a slight smirk on his stupidly handsome face as he jerked you towards him. 

“Detective Choi Jongho. Pleasure to finally meet you, Y/n.”

You huffed at him, struggling in his hold while he watched you with barely a hint of emotion on his face. His eyes traced your form as you struggled, your dirtied clothes clearly bringing him no interest as he shifted his attention to your face once more. Badge dropped back to his sturdy frame, his hand lifted to brush against your cheek lightly, a shiver running down your spine at his touch. Pulling his hand from your person told you he was rightfully curious in the area, the blood coating his finger raising your own hand to the area. You winced lightly at the force behind your touch, eyebrows furrowing at the barely concealed eagerness in Jongho’s eyes. His eyes held yours as you pulled away from the wound, his warm hand circling your wrist to tug it to his plush lips. Watching him in confusion, your eyes left his and focused on his lips, his tongue peaking out to drag a slick line up the pad of your finger, the skin tingling at the sensation as he groaned lightly at the taste of your blood. 

“You taste as delicious as you look, Y/N.”

You shivered against the wall, your injuries suddenly feeling much worse than they had. The ache became unbearable, centering in your torso. It confused you as you watched him lick his lips, your hand dropping to your side, your eyes following soon after as the aurora you took kicked in fully. Your hands trembled as you raised them to your stomach, a bright red filling your sight with Jongho’s hand. It slipped your mind that you should be concerned about the red neither you or Jongho was wearing, but the sudden drop of the effects of the drug hit you harder than you ever thought. The pain increased ten fold, a cry leaving you as you felt all of your pain at once. Jongho laughed at the pitiful noise you made, his eyes trailing your trembling body again as you fell forward into his chest. His hand wrapped around your shoulder, pushing you back against the wall as you grunted at the impact, another sharp pain in your torso bringing your eyes back down. The knife held in Jongho’s hand, dripping in your blood, your shirt soaking through. You watched his pretty hand lift the knife, the taunting twist in your shared eyeline making you whimper before his tongue dragged across the blunt edge of his blade. 

“The bounty on your head won’t be as sweet as the taste of your blood… but fuck if it isn’t a close second.”, his voice was rough in your ears, pain shooting through your head as he spun you around.

Facing the wall, body aching, Jongho tugs your arms behind your back roughly. Your whimpers and whines of pain fell deaf on his ears, his smug grin frozen in your mind as you felt the cold metal latch around your wrists. As you slowly lost consciousness, you could only hope that the bounty punishment was much better than Jongho’s company.

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im not very happy with this ending but this is my first work after like... 4 months now so i can forgive it. i hope you enjoyed! (also didn’t turn into smut but it’s not my strong suit!)

@sugarnspice630 here is your tag!

[dingoat]

Just dropping a quick note to say that the single remaining ‘hashtag collection’ ych piece is now available to aurora tier members on my ko-fi commissions page, I’ll give it a couple of days and if it doesn’t get nabbed I’ll open it up to the general public! Buyer’s choice of rotworm or frog-dog supporters, haha, and of course the pet can be absolutely any critter! <3