#evergreen suits collection

[vastrabyanahytaarora]

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[dontfearrr]

for my good friend ! this isn’t silly at all i think it’s so endearing :) @legolas-fan-blog

short and sweet as some would say

Lion and the lamb…or fawn?

gif not mine:)

summary: Reader comes across an injured fawn, Legolas is quick to assist his lady.

Pairing: Legolas x f!elf!reader

Warnings: none

Category: fluff

Word count: still working on this💀

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The crisp air of the morning kisses your pale cheeks, blowing back your long white locks as your eyes fell shut at the content feeling. Though elves weren’t prone to the cold or anything of that matter, it still was nice to experience every now and then. Your bow was in your right grasp while your head was pointed upward to the sky.

That was until you got a feeling that ran through your abdomen all the way up to the tips of your pointed ears. It took you no more than a blink of an eye to nock an arrow. Pointing in the direction of where your nose told you to. You saw nothing, even your elvish eyes couldn’t see anything near or around you.

WHOOSH.

Your eyes widened at the fallen object in between your feet, it was a bright red apple, pierced by an arrow. Your eyebrow lifted in curiosity seeming as it didn’t look like a threat.

“it would seem as if you’ve let your guard down little one!” a familiar and eye rolling voice shouted as his figure hopped branch to branch until he landed in front of you on two feet as if he was a swift cat. You drew your bow back, placing the arrow back into its holster that was latched to your back along with your bow as you crossed your arms.

“Legolas, you should know it is rude to sneak up on a lady.” you spoke to the white haired ellon with amusement laced in your words. He flashed you a playful smile and reached for the arrow that pierced the apple and pulled it free, taking a large bite of the juicy fruit before stretching his arm toward you, offering it.

You took the apple, copying his actions then handed it back, more like pushing it into his chest with fake arrogance. You heard him chuckle behind you, followed by light, nearly silent footsteps of the princling while you continued your walk through the green forrest. You were there out of boredom, wanting to wonder around and find things you could take back home to add to your collection. So far you’ve found a rock in the shape of a star and a perfectly shaped acorn.

“what brings you out here, my lady?” Legolas spoke as he caught up to your side, beaming down at you like a sweet child with his bow in hand still, a habit the young prince has picked up over the many years he’s been alive. “simply boredom. Elrond has been quiet these days so i’ve had much free time on my hands. i come here to collect meaningless trinkets.” you said, glancing up at his smiling figure, returning a smile.

“care for some company? i’ll be as least annoying as i possibly can, my lady” he teased, knowing he knew how to strike a few nerves in you, never upsetting you but as if he was a lost puppy perhaps. He was a good friend of yours, though you cannot deny the small feelings your heart bared for him.

“i’d love some company, however i better not see anymore rogue apples flying my way.” You giggled a little half way through your sentence at his childish manners but it never failed to entertain you, and he knew that. “deal” he never dropped his proud smile as the two of them walked through the soft evergreen.

You two made conversation until your ears perked up at a sound of displease. You laid your arm across Legolas’ chest to halt his movements and he raised an eyebrow in confusion until he too heard what you had. You jogged toward the sound, hopping and swinging on branches to fasten your movements, Legolas followed suit. To your surprise you spotted an injured fawn laid across the forrest floor, blood pouring out of its leg as it cried in agony. Your heart poured into the scene as you carefully approached the gentle creature. You examined the fawn, making sure it had no other injuries.

There was an arrow pierced through its small thigh, it quivered and jerked at the pain. “god damned hunters” you grimaced at the thought of those wretched beings, cursing your beloved woodland.

“Legolas do you still carry those healing herbs on you?” He nodded and swiftly unbuckled his belt that held his leather pouch and handed it to you. He crouched on the other side of the fawn and looked up at you in worry, he knew how much the forrest meant to you, along with everything in it. He would be damned if he were to stop you from doing such. “i’ll break the arrow and carefully remove it, you’ll need to hold the creature down.” Legolas said in a hushed tone, rubbing your arm gently to comfort you, noticing your obvious sadness, your lip beginning to quiver.

You simply nodded and searched through the princes pouch, finding the herb you were needing and laid it out. You bit the bottom of your dark green undershirt, ripping a long piece of it and laying that out as well.

You took a deep breath and ran your hands down the poor creatures torso, putting enough weight to hold it down but not enough to hurt it. Legolas gripped the arrow and snapped it as if it was merely a twig. He slid the arrow out of the wound of the leg and tossed it elsewhere and your eyes squeezed shut, wishing to block out the sounds of the suffering fawn. You then opened your eyes and looked up at Legolas before taking the piece of cloth you ripped from yourself and cleaning up the blood that spilled then taking the healing herbs and took Legolas’ bow from the ground since it was the closest thing and used the end to crush the bright green herb. Once it was a paste you spread it across the wound of the fawn and Legolas held the leg for you so you can tend to the other side as well.

The wound visibly already began healing and you used the same cloth to wrap around the wound to keep it from getting infected. Legolas gave you a smile and helped you clean up the supplies. You stood and whispered a few words in elvish and watched the fawn stand up on its own and run off into the greenery.

Legolas stood next to you and placed a hand on your waist, you jumped in surprise, not ever having been touched in a way by Legolas. “i admire you, little one. you have a good heart.” he looked down at you with his sweet smile. Your eyes lit up in appreciation and it was almost as if you felt yourself blush. Legolas’ eyes visibly widened and his teeth appeared in his smile.

“i may be a fool but i know when someone is flustered.” his thumb ran across your reddened cheek and you huffed. “you’re a good friend Legolas, i don’t think there’s anyone else that would’ve helped me do such a thing. you, my prince, are the one with a good heart.” you said to him and took the hand that occupied your cheek and held it to your mouth, kissing his porcelain fingers.

“well…i smell quite the grapefruit tree near by, shall we?” the tips of his ears heated and he held out his arm for you and you latched onto him, continuing your walk through the forrest with no other than the prince of Mirkwood.

[brenayla]

I really enjoyed your Midnight piece! Can I request more of Julie’s perspective, especially as mulder and Scully’s relationship evolves into romantic, a baby, etc.? Idk how far you’d be willing to follow them, but I really enjoyed it and would definitely tune in to see this perspective all the way thru post-revival even

hi! thanks for tuning in. sorry this took a bit.

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Little Amber Lynn’s mama will only speak to Mulder.

In the second floor bedroom, Julie watches him take her statement from a distance, hyper-aware that Scully is lurking somewhere beneath their feet.

To say that he inspires trust would not be completely accurate. He wraps a silk hand around your neck, looks at you with his black hole eyes, and compels information from the back of your throat.

They inspire admiration, even from those that try to cover it up with silly nicknames.

They inspire a dread like anaphylaxis settling in.

Even Skinner seems to feel it today, having apparently done something to piss off Scully. As everyone mills around outside the house, preparing to head out, she snaps with staticky irritability.

Now, Julie is no gossip but she finds herself eavesdropping on them, pretending to review her notes as she waits for her carpool. She has always held a curiosity for Skinner.

“Did you get the keys?” Scully asks.

“Yes.” Skinner offers her two sets, each dangling with the evergreen motel tag that’s looped onto Julie's own room keys.

In Julie’s peripheral vision, Scully stares down their boss and swipes one set of keys from his hand. She turns and crisply walks to her car in a swarm of black ice shards, dripping liquid mercury.

That is one mystery solved; a drop in the ocean.

Quietly, Skinner slips the leftover set into his pocket.

Mulder turns up in the Oregonian woods, smack dab in the middle of a crater that didn’t used to be there. At least that’s what Skinner tells Julie when he calls.

It all sounds like something that is not her problem but she’s smarter than to word it like that. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she tries instead, “but has a crime been committed?”

“It’s violent, Agent,” he snaps. “Get your ass on a plane.”

Julie does.

With white gloved fingers, she collects the burnt tatters of Mulder’s old clothes into evidence bags. When she goes to see him in the hospital, he is bright and freezer cold. There is not a scratch on his incandescent skin.

She is here, too. Suited up, thousand-watt Scully. She runs her crystalline talons through Mulder’s hair under the guise of checking for injuries and Julie has to turn away for air.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Julie asks him, Scully looming in the doorway and picking at Julie’s training to scan for an alternative exit.

“You mean before I woke up in the woods in my birthday suit?” Mulder asks.

“Yes,” Julie says, her hindbrain blaring at her to turn around, there’s something behind you. “Before that.”

“Aside from the ship and damn near getting abducted, not much. Skinner can confirm that, he was there.”

Julie relents and glances to the doorway, but it’s just Scully. Arms crossed, masked up.

“Scully,” Mulder says, and she reluctantly steps out into the hallway, halving the clamor of Julie’s fight-or-flight.

It has been years since she interacted with one of them without the other; she’d almost forgotten that they are more palatable alone.

“Sorry about that.” Mulder gives a playful smile, showing off iridescent teeth. For a flash, his fangs drip with ripe cherry blood. Julie blinks. “She’s a little on edge,” he explains.

She wants to lean in; she wants to run away.

“Agent Mulder. How did that crater get there?”

Mulder lies to her. “I don’t know.”

It’s been an exhausting fall and Julie has already attended far too many of these obligatory charity events. American flag pins abound; teary late night talk show hosts. There is a curdling thirst for vengeance in Congress and a frenetic unease in the public.

She and Kramer camp out near the snack table, gorging themselves on free candy to make up for skipping lunch.

“Am I going to Hell if I say I’m getting tired of these?” Kramer asks, setting his carefully folded KitKat wrapper down. It springs back into its old form.

“If you do, I’ll be down there with you.” She watches him reach for a Snickers.

He continues quietly, tearing off a neat slice of flag-colored foil. “I just– There’s only so many times I can listen to these speakers. I get that it’s…”

Over his shoulder, she spots Skinner and – yes, it is him; they are easier to tell apart once they start speaking – Mulder in a black dress shirt, a baby strapped to his chest.

“…but it’s fucking depressing, and–”

“Hey,” Julie whispers. “Your favorite former coworker is here.”

Mouth sticky with caramel and nougat, Kramer asks, “Huh?”

She tilts her head towards Mulder; she cannot look at him for too long, having gone soft from lack of exposure to them. He’s giving her blue and purple echoes, like she’s been staring at the sun.

“Oh yeah, I saw Scully earlier with the…,” Kramer says, gesturing to his torso where a BabyBjorn would sit.

Ah but are you sure it was Scully?

Quickly moving on, Kramer says, “I didn’t think he was so progressive.”

“What did you think then? Scully, barefoot and pregnant?”

He nods thoughtfully, conceding. “I guess you got a point there.”

Julie digs into the sweets bowl until she finds a rare leftover KitKat. “Did you see their kid?”

“Yeah,” Kramer says, popping the rest of his Snickers into his mouth. “Little boy.”

She holds back her real question. They still dance around this, like verbalizing it would make it Real.

But did you see his face?

[alltimefail-sims]

I thought what you said about using Granite Falls as part of your Moonwood Mood storytelling was an neat idea. I would be interested to hear more about that!

Sorry it took me a minute to type up the response to this ask; I would absolutely LOVE to expand on this, thank you so much for asking!! I will warn you that this ended up being quite a longwinded explanation of my personal Werewolf world lore, so I'm sorry about that in advance! 🙈😂

Let’s get into it! ↓

I've talked about how I don't treat sim worlds as isolated entities in the past, but I've never gotten deep into that - I'll start there so my Moonwood lore makes sense!

Basically, I see Granite Falls as a location within Moonwood Mill. To go one step further, I actually don't even see Moonwood Mill as its own isolated "world" but rather as a small town within a bigger city within a bigger state within a country and so on. Think of Granite Falls as a large property within Moonwood Mill, and Moonwood Mill as an industrial, dying small town that is within driving distance to its larger city counterpart Evergreen Harbor, and all of these places exist in the same state. For me, the states these worlds are a part of are usually real-life states! Of course not all the worlds feel "American" to me (Selvadorada, Tomorang, Mt. Komerebi being perfect examples) but the ones that do usually get categorized this way in my mind.

For example: San Sequoia and Del Sol Valley are the easiest and most widely accepted representation of this idea. I treat both of these "worlds" as large, neighboring cities that exist within the same state, much like their assumed real-world counterparts Los Angeles and San Francisco which both reside in California. Another example is San Myshuno which I've seen a lot of players think of in the same way they see New York City, which resides in New York State. Moonwood Mill, Granite Falls, and Evergreen Harbor all function this way in my mind and would all share the same state! (I'm not a geography whiz, so I've never given it much though which irl state they would be a part of, but with the greenery, industrial, and dreary/rainy vibes my money would be on Washington or, alternatively, I personally see them being in a state that falls somewhere in the Appalachian area, like West Virginia!)

Okay, that's the long explanation I had to get out of the way before I jump into this next lore part... sorry! I'm getting to the good stuff now though, I promise!

Granite Falls and Moonwood Mill are on an even smaller scale than the San Sequoia/Del Sol Valley relationship, in my opinion. To me, Granite Falls feels like a national park or forest/nature preserve that surrounds Moonwood Mill and therefore ultimately falls under their jurisdiction. HOWEVER, the primary caretakers of Granite Falls are technically an independent commune... better known as "The Moonwood Collective."

I don't think there's enough room in the town center of Moonwood Mill to accommodate two whole wolf packs AND the handful of human locals that remain. Additionally, when you take into consideration the canon growing tension between these two packs and their various different ways of life, I have a hard time seeing them effectively coexisting in such close proximity. Besides that, Modern Moonwood Mill in its broken down, industrial, haphazard state suits the Wildfangs more than The Moonwood Collective - I can see the influence that the Wildfangs have had on the area, but where is The Collective's influence? Even the layout of Moonwood Mill and the lots which are located within walking distance of the rowdy dive bar screams Wildfang energy to me.

We also know that The Collective is much older than the Wildfangs, as it was formed back when Moonwood Mill was just beginning to have settlers and refugees who were fleeing from conflict (the big magical war between spellcasters/vampires/werewolves). Referred to only as "Moonwood" back then due to the area's obvious connection to the moon's energy, the founders of the town established The Collective - in the sims lore, it seems to imply that The Collective is the first pack of its kind to organize werewolves into a hierarchal structure with the goal of encouraging self-sustainability, diplomatic communication, and communal contribution within its wolf members. In my mind, I've always seen The Collective as people who reject societal comforts and embrace naturalism, self-discipline/emotional control, herbalism and holistic medicine practices, minimalist living, homesteading, community caretaking, things of that nature... and there really isn't anywhere in Moonwood Mill specifically that conveys that kind of influence. Granite Falls, however, sure feels magical with its sprawling plantlife and natural oddities... that is a place that could support their lifestyle!

If you look at the maps of these two places, it isn't hard to imagine Granite Falls as the wooded area close to the Moonwood Lunvik Lake, the spot where werewolves can "awaken the wolf" if they swim there during a full moon, because Granite falls is surrounded by various bodies of water AND mountain structures on it's right side... just like the mountain structures and woods that frame Moonwood Mill in the upper left hand of its map! Let me give you two shitty graphics I made to help illustrate what I mean:

It's not a one-for-one perfect comparison, but it's so damn close that it feels natural to see the worlds as complimentary! Especially with The Collective's connection to the ancient spiritualism of the original wolves and mooncasters, it just makes sense that they would opt live in a commune-esque community on the outskirts of Moonwood Mill, as opposed to being right in the epicenter of town. This way they're close to the sacred Lunvik Lake, just far enough outside of society to seclude their true nature, but still close enough to help the remaining human locals. I even have a silly headcanon that the "Big Foot" of Granite Falls is actually just the pack-less werewolf Greg, as we know he lives secluded, deep in the forest...it just makes sense that people might see him raging in wolf form at night and be like "Oh shit, big foot!"

With the Wildfangs being a newer pack that is more open to embracing the wolf parts of themselves, they wouldn't feel the need to "hide" and pull themselves out of society in the way that The Collective does. That being said, they also wouldn't have the resources, structure, and defined communal space that a very old pack like The Collective would have... therefore they're just scattered around Moonwood Mill in their family homes, the trailer park (some people do a motel instead - I can see both working well), and so on. Some lots even tell their buyers to ignore the "howling in the distance," and because the Collective hides their true nature, I feel this must be referring to the Wildfang's full moon antics and their willingness to "embrace the beast."

Either way, It seems to me that The Collective has always believed it best to stay hidden, so it makes sense that they would form their community on the outskirts of Moonwood Mill not just for their own safety, but for the safety of the human locals as well. I think they likely relocated to Granite Falls years before the Wildfangs existed and when a huge uptick in human settlers came in, chasing the riches associated with Moonwood's mines or, more likely, the mills which the town would be eventually named after. But as time went on and the town went to ruin (some people theorize due to the wolves, some people theorize the town's natural industries just became less profitable in the age of technology), people abandoned it and opted to move to the newer city - Evergreen Harbor. (See, we came full circle!)

That kind of leads us to where I'm at in my game, in "modern day." A lot of time has passed, and Moonwood Mill has changed dramatically since its inception. I prefer to imagine that the remaining human locals are not fully aware of the werewolves living among them with 100% certainty, but there are legends and stories. The oldest locals cultivate and pass down not just the stories but the protective practices to their children and grandchildren as well: don't go into the woods on a full moon, if the woods get quiet out of nowhere stay calm and find the closest way out, close all the blinds when it gets dark, don't go out on a full moon, bring the animals in or secure them in the barn for their protection on full moon nights, if you hear a whistle in the woods do not whistle back, and so on. Unfortunately, those stories, wives' tales, and superstitions tend to attract potential enemies to werewolf-kind: rogue vampires seeking to harm werewolves and even occult hunters. HOWEVER, by retreating into the woods, The Collective are closer to what they believe is their spiritual source - Lunvik Lake - where the original mooncasters created werewolves and Myshupotamians worshipped the moon. By being closer to their source, they are strengthened and therefore able to keep out potential threats, protect their own pack, and watch over Moonwood Mill as a whole more effectively. I don't think the Wildfangs are particularly interested in this part of their Lyncanthropy - its something uniquely embeded in the history of The Collective and why it was created in the first place.

LASTLY, my Moonwood Mill/magic world in general is actually years ahead of where we start in game, and in my mind the magic world is on the precipice of another war (a long anticipated response after the destruction caused by Operation Eternal Flame. Vlad isn't one to take losses, and the Spellcaster/Vampire tensions are still very much palpable). I'm not going to get fully into all that, but I will say that the Wildfangs are a far more established pack, still led by their alpha, Rory (albeit a much older, wiser Rory) and The Collective is led by Rory's adoptive brother, Jacob Volkov, after their father (and former alpha of The Collective) Kristopher died. Although the tensions between the Wildfangs and The Moonwood Collective aren't as severe any more, they do still have trouble coexisting from an occult governance/council perspective. Again, I have a whole lore about occult governance as well, but I won't get into all that either haha. The TLDR is that there are two big issues between the Wildfangs and The Collective at the present moment: the first being how Rory has gone about growing the Wildfangs (by recruiting pack-less werewolves outside of Moonwood Mill, something The Collective has always been against since its inception) and second, their willingness to work with spellcasters if another occult war breaks out.

Okay... I'm done now! I'm cutting myself off! That may have been more than you were looking for...I'm truly sorry!!!

I hope I managed to answer your question (and some). Thank you for asking me about this, I literally never get to talk occult lore and it is one of my favorite things to explore in the sims!! I feel like no one cares about my occult headcanons and such... but sometimes that's all I want to talk about lmao. If I had the time and talent to make a story about this very topic, I WOULD! But for now this is all I have to offer <3

Thank you again for this ask, it made my week!!

[wastelandwhisperer]

Wasteland Woes: A Legacy Challenge

Hi! So I haven’t seen a ton of Fallout inspired challenges (except for @luxelattesims​​​ ‘ Vault one which you should also check out), and I wanted to try and make my own. This is very simple and up to a lot of interpretation! The premise of this is to do regular things in the Sims with the aspirations and goals but with some Fallout inspired things on the side. Aging, neighborhood stories, etc are all up to you. 

Note: this challenge will require a lot of packs like Strangerville, Cottage Living, Outdoor Retreat, University, etc. 

Aspirations and their subsections are here

Gen 1: Vault Dweller 

Your Sim has been dropped into the new world after the end with only the clothing on their back. It’s your goal to figure out what caused the end of the world, survive, and possibly find love out in this wasteland. 

Move to Strangerville

Aspiration: Strangerville Mystery 

Household lot must have Simple Living and Off the Grid

for extra challenge you can add Grody and Filthy 

Have at least one romantic partner

One child will be the next heir (adopted or having)

Make friends with at least 4 other Wastelanders and have them move in

Gen 2: Lone Wanderer 

Your parents found love and happiness in the Wasteland, but you just want to get out and explore. 

Move to another world (I recommend Evergreen Harbor) 

Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast 

Household lot must have Simple Living and Off the Grid

Have at least one child (whether adopting or having) 

Complete at least one collection (fish, gems, etc) 

Gen 3: Wasteland Whisperer 

While your family explored the wild wasteland, you found a love of animals. Now all you want to do is have your own little piece of land with some critters. 

Stay in the world or move to another

Aspiration: Country Caretaker 

Have at least 1 cow, 1 llama, and chickens

There’s mods to add other animals here by @kalino-thesims​​  

Collect as many plants as you’re able 

Household lot must have Simple Living and Off the Grid

Have at least one child (whether adopting or having) 

Gen 4: Nerd Rage

Growing up on the farm made you realize you didn’t want to live a simple life anymore. You want to learn about everything and anything. It is up to you whether you use this knowledge for good or evil.

Stay in the world or move to another

Aspiration: nerd brain and/or renaissance sim 

Household lot must have Simple Living and Off the Grid

Make a robo companion (servo) 

Achieve level 10 research and debate skill

Have at least one child (whether adopting or having) 

Gen 5: Local Leader

While your family loved learning new things, you wanted to be in charge. You either fell in with a group of settlers or raiders and climbed up the ranks. 

Stay in the world or move to another

Aspiration: Leader of the Pack 

Can either be for a leader of a good group or raiders

Household lot must have Simple Living and Off the Grid

Reach level 10 in crafting and fitness 

Ask at least 4 Sims to move in with you

Retire somewhere after choosing your next chain of command

Some fun Fallout mods: 

My own cc: Vault Suit, Vault Suit Extras, Nuka Cola Jumpsuits, Fallout Billboards, and Grungy Tops  (maxis match)

Synth skin & eyes: here (creator is Hagalazsims) (Maxis-mix)

 @surely-sims​​ Fallout 4 objects: here, here, and here (maxis match)

@litttlecakes​​ Fallout 4 objects: here  (maxis match)

@gen-sim​​ Synth eyes: here  (maxis match)

@remussirion​​ Hancock: here (alpha)

@plazasims​​ Vault Suit and Pipboy: here (alpha) 

@sforzcc​​ Fallout Conversions: here (maxis mix) 

@aniraklova​​ Raider/Badass Clothing/Accessories: here (maxis match) 

Plus a ton more! There’s lots of creations people have made or converted that’ll fit the end of the world vibe. The gallery has many amazing builds which I highly recommend using. 

[lizzisimss]

Black and White Apartment CC List:

CC used (list below) 920 Medina Studios in San Myshuno 1 bed, 1 bath $126,414

Brazenlotus - https://www.patreon.com/BrazenLotus

Laundry Made Essentials

charly pancakes - https://www.patreon.com/charlypancakes

The Lighthouse Collection merged

Chalk part 2

Miscellanea merged

Modish merged

Selection one merged

Soak merged

Felixandre – https://www.patreon.com/felixandre

Fayun

London interior

Shop the Look Season 1

Greenllamas – https://www.patreon.com/greenllamas

KERV

house of harlix - https://www.houseofharlix.com

Bafroom Merged

Baysic Bafroom Merged

Baysic Merged

Livin’Rum Merged

The Kitchen

Tiny twavellers merged

harrie - https://www.patreon.com/heyharrie

Brownstone collection merged

Octave merged

Shop the look

Spoons part 3

Kiwisim - https://www.patreon.com/Kiwisim4

Blockhouse

KKB – https://www.patreon.com/user?u=15789815

Citrus Room

Karlstad

leaf motif - https://leaf-motif.tumblr.com

2202 Magnolia Bathroom

Calliope bathroom

Eloise living

Stellan dining

Littlecakes – https://litttlecakes.tumblr.com/downloadspage

Poor Bunny

littledica - https://www.patreon.com/littledica

Greasy Goods merged

Sleek slumber merged

Deligracy cottage living update merged

Deligracy delicato stuff pack

Madlen – https://www.patreon.com/madlen

Goth backpack

Goth book

Lorens carpet

Ayumi

Marvell – https://marvell-world.tumblr.com/download

Upcycle sculpture

max 20 - https://www.patreon.com/Max20

Master bedroom pack

Mechtasims - https://www.patreon.com/mechtasims

Aphrodite set chill pills box

Mlys – https://mlyssimblr.tumblr.com/cc-catalog

Nordic clothing rack

my cup of cc -https://www.patreon.com/mycupofcc

Maple Manor The Modernist Collection LivingRm

myshunosun - https://www.patreon.com/myshunosun

Nora living

Daria bedroom

Dawn abstract

Herbalist kitchen

Simmify part 2

Sol kitchen

peacemaker - https://peacemaker-ic.tumblr.com/TS4O...

Atwood Living merged

Futura merged

Hamptons retreat merged

Hinterlands bedroom

Hudson bathroom

Kitayama living

Ophelia bedroom suite

Phumo sectional

Vara office

Bowed

pierisim - https://www.patreon.com/pierisim

Precious Promises

MCM

Oak House

The Office mini kit

Auntie Vera bathroom

Domaine Du Clos

Winter Garden

QICC – https://www.patreon.com/qicc

Evergreen balcony set

simplisticsims - http://simplisticsims4.com

Loloi contemporary rugs 2

sixiamcc - https://imfromsixam.tumblr.com/

Oak & concrete kit merged

Artz

Forjasline

Home office

Hotel bedroom

Luxbath

Teen room

SYB – https://www.patreon.com/Syboubou

Bonbon

Galileo

Julie

TaurusDesign – https://www.patreon.com/taurusdesign

Cassandra Bathroom

Eliza walk in closet

Lilith Chilling Areas

Clutter Cat - https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thec...

Busy bee 2

Busy bee

JapanJuice

MellowMoods

TUDS -https://www.patreon.com/TudTuds

2nd Wave Merged

Beam Parte2 v01 merged

Beam kitchen merged

Cross merged

Ema dining room merged

Ind merged

Turn living merged

Wave merged

Awingedllama – https://www.patreon.com/awingedllama

Apartment therapy inspired stuff v2 merged

Blooming Rooms Plants Merged

[iavendcr]

NEW AMERICAN FAMILY HOME

my first build as a new content creator! i imagine this apartment suiting a teen who has just moved out of their parents place and is adapting to the independent lifestyle.

— Build Details —

• New American Family Home (on the gallery) �� Price: $88,019 • Located: Bedlington Boathouse, Brindleton Bay • Lot Size: 20x20

— Packs Used —

• For Rent • Horse Ranch • High School Years • Cottage Living • Eco Lifestyle • Island Living • Get Famous • Get Together • Get to Work • Dream Home Decorator • Parenthood • Spa Day • Home Chef Hustle • Tiny Living • Laundry Day • Cool Kitchen • Perfect Patio • Book Nook • Bathroom Clutter • Everyday Clutter • Pastel Pop • Desert Luxe

— CC Used —

• QICC - Evergreen Balcony Set • QICC - Lively Living Room Set • symphony - Neutral and Aesthetic set • awingedllama - apartment therapy inspired stuff pack v2 • awingedllama - boho living stuff pack • Joyce - Simple Live Collection • NOOBOO SIMS - Book Nook Plants • oydis - Superpowered Calla Lilies • QICC - Sleek Hallway Set • Aira - Baby Set Part 1 • Aira - The Artist in Me • Aira - Woodenland Set • Aira - Wooden Clutter Set • awingedllama - nostalgia living stuff • Mechtasims x Kerrigan House Designs - Back To School • House of Harlix - Baysic • House of Harlix Baysic Bathroom • Mechtasims - Celosia Set • Charly Pancakes - the lighthouse collection • Charly Pancakes - lavish • Charly Pancakes - miscellanea • Charly Pancakes - modish • Charly Pancakes - soak • House of Harlix - Harluxe • Harrie - The Coastal Collection P1 • Harrie - The Coastal Collection P3 • Harrie - The Country Collection P2 • House of Harlix - Jardane • Kaiso - Rusti.co Office • kouzeesim - fun study • House of Harlix - Livin' Rum • House of Harlix - ORJÁNIC • peacemaker-ic - Roarsome Kids Bedroom • Pierisim - Auntie Vera's Bathroom • Pierism - CALDERONE bedroom • Pierism - The COLDBREW coffee shop pt. 2 • Pierism - David's Apartment P1 • Pierism - David's Apartment P3 • Pierism - Domaine du Clos P1 • Pierism - Domaine du Clos P2 • Pierism - Domaine du Clos P3 • Pierism - Domaine du Clos P4 • Pierism - OAK HOUSE P5 • Pierisim - The Office mini kit • Pierism - UNFOLD • Pierism - WOODLAND Ranch P2 • simkoos - clutter dump • SIXAMCC - Boho-Bath Botanical Retreat • SIXAMCC - Kessler Kitchen • syboubou - Country Kitchen • syboubou - Dreamy • syboubou - Millenial • syboubou - Soren • syboubou - Traveller • Who Is Sage - Entryway Essentials Set

SPEED BUILD

[suesimming]

Dawn Of The Simfected Set-Up

(2)

Meet Charles, a nightshift dock worker, a loner that likes to curl up with a good book and avoid social interactions. When the neighbours start to get a bit bitey, Charles manages to avoid becoming a Sim-burger and finds himself in charge of a small group trying to make it to tomorrow and not only survive but thrive. Or do they? Try the challenge and see.

To begin: 

When selecting a new game, select the story option where you answer questions to create a Sim. Select young adult and then just click randomly on the answers. Don't change too much about the Sim created. You can also use https://perchance.org/random-sim-generator. Best is to start with a male Sim.

Your Sims will have to be tested for the virus on a regular basis. The test is simple, just roll the dice and if you get even numbers, your Sim is safe. Uneven number means your Sim is infected so roll again and if you roll even numbers, they stay alive. Uneven numbers means your Sim didn't make it. If your Sims rolls clean or survive, they are immune for two rolls. When your Sim “dies” because of a roll, you can either have them die for real and have Grim come get them or change them into a zombie and move them out.

Start in Spring in San Myshuno in 17 Culpepper House in the spice market. Set life span to long and seasons to max, turn off the celebrity system, turn on the basic living system in lot challenges and you're only allowed to have the cheapest of the cheap furniture. Open the calendar and go to the first day of autumn. Create a holiday called "supply run" and choose fighting as a tradition(this holiday can be deleted once done). After a few days in game, go to the first day spring and create a holiday called "The Beginning" so your Sims can always celebrate this day. Set funds to $500.

Go to Strangerville to the Sigworth household. Give Jess the pack items(by pressing shift on Jess and going to pack cheats), put her in a hazmat suite and open all the doors to the motherplant at the secret lab to activate the Strangeville storie. When she returns to her lot, zombie proof it the way you'd think someone with a military background and in a hurry would do. Give her ammo, a weapon and a radio from the zombie mod and listen to the broadcast to activate the zombie event. Do one event every day for 3 days.

Mods for this challenge: ⦁ Deaderpool's MC Command Center ⦁ Sacrificial's Zombie, Life Manager, Release Bladder Anywhere ⦁ Zero's historical mods ⦁ Turbodriver's Wicked or Wonderful whims ⦁ Frankk's Language Barrier ⦁ LittleMsSam's Miscarriage ⦁ Pandasama's Child Birth ⦁ NeedCoffee4That's Begging and Pick-pocket ⦁ Lumpinou's RPO Collection and Rambunctious Religions ⦁ Midnitetech's Hunter, Gatherer and Crafter careers When moving over to stage: ⦁ Kuttoe's Enlist in war ⦁ adeepindigo Health redux ⦁ Basemental's drugs and gangs

Supernaturals are "infected" so they can't be added to your household.

World Setup:

Rooftop lot in the City: should be on one of the roofs with a campfire, generator, water tower, tents, washing line and tub. This lot will have water and power but the simple living trait.

In the spice district create a clinic lot with a army feel to it on one of the ground lots in the spice district.

Create a groceries store in the city.

Build a vet clinic that doubles as a hospital. Willow Creek, Newcrest, Windenburg, Evergreen, Mt. Komberi, Tartosa and San Sequoia are all available.

Build a "trader" post on the bar lots in Henford, Brindelton, Chestnut and Sulani.

Build a military base in Oasis Springs with family housing

Build a science facility in Strangerville with family housing

In Henford, Brindleton and Chestnut on the largest lot build a town (think Hilltop from The Walking Dead). Make it a rental property so many Sims can live in your town.

All towns are destroyed. It's the apocalypse, seed your worlds accordingly.

This challenge is ever evolving. I'm trying to use every world, every pack and use every bit of what Sims 4 has to offer.

Next post you'll get to meet the Sims your going to find in game. I've uploaded most of them to the gallery already or you can create your own. Gallery ID: suesimming

[owlespresso]

obstinate. dottore/reader. tags: yandere themes, no spice

And why don’t you understand how much you make his gums ache?

Why don’t you comprehend the power you could wield if only you remained at his side, cozied into him like you’re supposed to? He is a man who, admittedly, likes to play with his food (play is a part of the process. How can he hope to comprehend something if he doesn’t fiddle with it, if he doesn’t stick his hands inside to discover and dismantle it?), but he is not playing, now.

“Put it down, girl,” he commands, eyes narrowing behind the black steel of his mask. “You have no idea the danger you are toying with—”

“You’re more dangerous than a delusion could ever hope to be, and you know that,” you snarl. How obstinate. How impertinent. How utterly correct.

“Not to you,” he coos. “Never to you, darling. Come here now. Enough with these games. Put the delusion down on the table, put on your coat and come home with me. Just put it down and I’ll pretend this unfortunate lapse in judgment never happened at all.”

The verdant gemstone in your hand pulses to life, and he cannot help but feel in awe of your audacity for one, fleeting moment. The still air of his laboratory kicks into a violent gale. His tools go flying, papers scattered and swept into the growing storm. The windows shatter, frame shattering with the sheer force you’ve generated. Shards and splinters are brought into the vortex with the rest of the debris.

Your aptitude with a delusion scores among the highest he has ever seen.

The instinctual response would be to force his way through the cycloned to reach and restrain you. A proper lecture and punishment would follow suit, yet, the elemental energy coalesces to your own with near natural ease, settling underneath your skin and nestling into your lungs, exhaled with every labored breath. For a sheer second, he catches a glimpse of you among the currents and debris, your eyes blown wide and wild. He is reminded of the moment this obsession sparked within him, and the rush of fond indulgent is enough to let you leap from the window without interference.

He walks to the gaping hole. The cold Snezhayan air floods into the room. As you flee, the wind pressed to your back let you nearly glide over the thick snow. Perhaps he should be hurt when you disappear into the far treeline, enveloped by the shadows cast by its evergreen maw. Yet, all he can feel is the animal excitement of the distant chase, of knowing he will be able to observe your unique capabilities with the delusion up close.

A small group of scouts will tail you for the next few days. EWhen you’ve grown more accustomed to your new toy, he will gladly come to collect.

Until then, he will endure the void your absence saddles him with, ignore how his gums ache with the urge to sink his teeth into your skin.

[illustratedvancouver]

A rare dozen of original works by E.J. Hughes is coming up for auction at Heffel, works by E.J. Hughes from the Barbeau Owen Foundation.

Anticipated closing time: Thursday, September 26, 2024 | 02:00 PM ET

Barbeau has probably assembled the single most important collection of Hughes' work to date. Opportunities to acquire works by Hughes are rare to begin with, from a prestigious collection such as this, all the more-so.

From Heffel: E.J. Hughes is renowned for his BC coastal and interior landscapes, rendered in oil, acrylic, and watercolour. His work in the medium of printmaking is less well known. Ian Thom wrote, “Although his print oeuvre is small—only twenty or so—he is one of the most significant printmakers to have worked in British Columbia.” In 1937, E.J. Hughes was working in a partnership with Orville Fisher and Paul Goranson. The trio, fellow graduates of the Vancouver School of Decorative and Applied Arts, produced a number of prints and murals together. This work may have been intended as a study for a woodblock print, linocut or mural. Totem Poles at Stanley Park was reproduced in Ian Thom’s 2002 monograph on the artist, and Thom described the work as follows: “A tonal study that uses only black and a series of yellows, it is a striking example of foreshortening and arbitrary cropping. The work recalls, albeit in different form, Emily Carr’s Totem and Forest (1931) in the abrupt conjunction of the poles and the forest behind.” He concluded, “This image is one of the most remarkable of Hughes’s early works.” Revisiting past subject matter later in his career, in 1985, Hughes painted a similar, larger work in watercolour, also titled Totem Poles at Stanley Park. Angling for commercial success in the Depression years, Hughes produced a small suite of linocuts depicting Stanley Park in the mid-1930s, including this pleasing view of Second Beach. Dating from 1936, this early work predates the building of Second Beach Pool in 1940. It brings to mind the fine block prints of Walter J. Phillips, whose work Hughes admired. Of special interest, Robert Amos relates that it was while sketching in Stanley Park that Hughes met his future wife, Fern Smith. Jacques Barbeau wrote about this print, “The mood is tranquil and serene. Yet it illustrates Hughes’ subtle ability to suggest less to achieve more.” With very few colours and sure, sinuous lines, Hughes generates interest in the foreshore rocks, the ocean waves and the dark evergreens beyond. Near Second Beach telegraphs Hughes’s graphic design skills and is one of his rare print works. This same image, with a slightly different tonal range, is in the National Gallery of Canada’s Prints and Drawings collection (acc. no. 29253). Collector Jacques Barbeau said his interest in the art of Hughes was first sparked when he saw one of the artist’s paintings reproduced on the front cover of a 1958 Vancouver telephone directory. More than a decade later, in 1969, Barbeau acquired his first work by Hughes after paying a visit to the Dominion Gallery in Montreal, which had represented Hughes since 1951. Barbeau purchased several “cartoons,” the detailed graphite drawings that the artist, a meticulous draughtsman, would prepare leading up to an oil painting. Over the years, as Hughes transitioned from oils to acrylics and watercolours, the collection of Barbeau and his wife Margaret Ann (née Owen) grew to 80 works, encompassing sketches, prints and paintings from all phases of the artist’s lengthy career. Fifteen masterpieces from this prominent collection have been on loan to the Audain Art Museum in Whistler since 2016, on public display in the Barbeau–Owen Gallery.

[casca-remedies]

Profitable Products to Include in Your Ayurvedic PCD Franchise

An Ayurvedic PCD franchise is an obvious profit-generating franchise in the pharmaceutical industry. The popularity of herbal and Ayurvedic products has been skyrocketing in India. From urban cities to rural areas, everyone is using herbal and Ayurvedic products for their well-being. The usage ratio of herbal and natural products is constantly rising among people in India. Due to our ancestry, ayurvedic medicines have been incorporated into our roots. We believe in the natural healing system and we are fond of practising the herbal and Ayurvedic medicine system for root cure of various diseases. This popularity and sales have made Ayurvedic products the best choice among franchisees. 

Those who are open to choosing an Ayurvedic franchise business must select the right products and medicines in order to convert efforts into profitability. Let's see which herbal and Ayurvedic products have decent market demand and thorough supply in our country. 

Best product line for Ayurvedic PCD franchise 

If you take a close look at the pharma market and apply extensive research, you will find that skincare and haircare products have the biggest market share in the herbal and Ayurvedic market. Specifically, women in our country are obsessed with herbal and natural ingredients in their skin and hair products. Products like skin creams, moisturisers, lotions, shampoos, and hair oil are the most popular items in the herbal category in India. 

This is why choosing skin and hair care products for your franchise business is a guaranteed ticket to success in the pharma industry. An Ayurvedic franchise company that can provide you with a wide range of these products will be a boon to your franchise business. For sure, in our opinion too, the hair care and skin care ranges are best suited for an ayurvedic franchise business. 

Best Ayurvedic products manufacturing company in India 

Which Ayurvedic product manufacturing company can provide the best products for a franchise business? Well, this is the most frequently asked and crucial question that every budding franchisee asks. And the answer is Casca Remedies. This company makes herbal and Ayurvedic products from original herbs and ingredients. They are highly ethical in their business applications. We are indeed the most trustworthy pharma company in the franchise world in terms of product quality and cost efficiency. 

Owning our Ayurvedic PCD franchise is an honor that every franchisee wants to bear. We have the widest range in our exclusive collection of herbal and Ayurvedic products. Just choose your desired product in the skincare or hair care category and cement your place in the evergreen pharmaceutical industry of India. 

[shraviya]

Repurposing Existing Content for SEO: Using It to Boost Rankings

An Overview of Repurposing Content Content is king in the digital world, but producing new content on a regular basis can take a lot of time and resources. This is when reusing content becomes relevant. Repurposing old content entails changing its format or repackaging it to make it more accessible to new audiences and prolong its shelf life. By repurposing your existing content assets, you may increase their value instead of beginning from scratch every time. Content repurposing is an affordable means to improve your content strategy and increase your search engine optimization efforts. It can involve converting blog entries into podcasts, films, infographics, or guides, or gathering pre-existing content into full guides or eBooks.

Advantages of SEO Repurposing material can save time and resources while also offering significant benefits for Digital Marketing and SEO. Repurposing your content into new formats and distributing it across a range of media can increase its visibility and reach. By targeting different long-tail keywords and phrases, repurposing also improves your website's organic search exposure.

Additionally, carefully repurposing material can increase social media shares and backlinks, two important search engine ranking variables. In general, content repurposing boosts the effectiveness of your search engine optimization (SEO) campaigns by boosting the authority of your website in search engine results pages, boosting traffic, and improving content relevancy.

Evaluating Your Content Doing a comprehensive inventory of your current material is crucial before you begin reusing it. Start by classifying your material according to performance metrics, audience fit, and relevancy to your current objectives and target audience. Determine the best-performing articles, timeless material, and subjects that could be explored further. To determine the level of interest in your audience, pay attention to engagement indicators like time on page, social shares, and page views. Through a thorough assessment of your content library, you may identify potential repurposing opportunities and efficiently allocate resources to optimize impact and relevance.

Identifying Possibilities Finding possible repurposing options is the next step after evaluating your content collection. Seek for content that can be built upon to cover relevant topics in greater detail or that works well across a variety of forms. Think about the formats that best suit your content objectives and connect with your target audience. Analyze audience questions, comments, and feedback as well to identify areas that require more research or explanation.

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Techniques for SEO Optimization Using efficient Search Engine Optimization(SEO) strategies is essential when repurposing material. To target suitable terms, start by conducting keyword research. Use keywords to enhance headers, meta descriptions, and titles. To increase authority, deliberately use both internal and external linkages. Incorporate descriptive text to maximize multimedia features as well. You may increase the exposure of your content and draw in organic traffic by implementing these strategies.

Distribution on Social Media Make thoughtful use of social media channels to increase the visibility of recycled material. Find and target platforms that are popular with your audience. Create enticing images and captions to promote interaction. Posts should be timed for maximum visibility, and material should be modified to suit the particulars of each platform. You may increase the reach of reused material and increase traffic to your website by strategically distributing it on social media.

Tracking Outcomes Monitor data for repurposed material such as website traffic, engagement, and conversions on a constant basis. Analyze audience behavior using analytics tools, then modify your strategy accordingly. To assess performance, keep an eye on social media analytics, backlinks, and search engine rankings. You can improve tactics and future content efforts by analyzing results on a regular basis and applying data-driven insights.

By optimizing already-existing content assets, content repurposing is a powerful strategy for improving search engine optimization (SEO) performance. By means of methodical repurposing and optimization, it is possible to increase visibility, draw in fresh audiences, and enhance search engine results. Ongoing success is ensured by keeping an eye on outcomes and modifying tactics in response to new information. Accept content repurposing to maximize the value of your material and improve search engine optimization (SEO) campaigns.

[teakookssi]

Before I Leave You [Eren/Levi x Reader FF]

[ curated playlist ][ full story can be found here or here ]

[Overview & prologue]

➺ pairing: levi ackerman/eren jeager x fem!reader 

➺content: mafia au, crime, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, angst, lol so much angst

➺warnings: SHIT. IS. DARK. YO. violence, blood, strong language, guns/weapons, and illegal activities are all mentioned but hey, that’s attack on titan for you, so if you can handle that, you can handle this (: 

chapter 7: courting madness

It began like it always did.

With the morning sun overhead, a blue, cloudless sky overlooking the countryside, and the fresh scent of spring in the air.

You’re out picking bellflowers from your family garden’s estate while Levi reads a book against a tree nearby. Both of you eight years old and with eyes warm and bright and brimming with untainted innocence.

Levi wears a dark grey suit with a matching vest underneath and a white button up shirt. He’s taken off his jacket and newsboy cap and placed it beside him to enjoy the gentle breeze under the tree’s shade. You, on the other hand, wish to bask under the sun’s morning rays so you wear an ivory laced dress and off-white sun hat with a white ribbon tied up in a bow at the back.

Nearby, armed men patrol the outskirts of your home as they make their usual rounds securing the area, yet their presence does not trouble you. You are used to your father’s men always being close by, along with your own specially assigned guards who follow you around everywhere you go — many of whom you’ve grown up seeing all your life and have become overly fond of. One of which is now stationed and on the lookout not too far away from where you and Levi are located — Onyankopon, a tall, dark-skinned man with a short crew cut, broad shoulders, and infectious smile.

Nevertheless, Levi will still glance up from his reading every once in a while to make sure you remain close enough for him to keep an eye on you.

It’s become second nature to him now — to be on the lookout for you. It can’t be helped.

You know this because you feel it too. Not seeing him, not knowing where he is, makes you anxious. Restless. It isn’t until you are together in each other’s company again can you truly feel at ease.

This close bond and affection you and Levi formed with each other could not have been due to the frequent visits that came from your father’s business relationship with Mr. Ackerman or your mother’s friendship with Mrs. Ackerman. It is your greatest belief that even if you and Levi had never grown up as childhood friends, you would have found your way to each other sooner or later. And the more time you both spent together, the more assured of it you became.

You and Levi were drawn to each other like magnets, tied together by an invisible red string of fate. A string that no matter how far you strayed from each other, would always bring you back together again.

Everyone could see it. If he pulled slightly from his end, you came running; if you tugged from your end, he came answering. It was the natural order of things. Like the moon calling the ocean waves, nothing could keep the two of you apart.

Behind you, in the center of the garden not too far from where you are, is a white bench facing a pond and overseeing the garden. There sits your mother, Rose Ymir, and Kuchel Ackerman, Levi’s mother, chatting over tea while their own guards remain positioned nearby. Rose and Kuschel wear wide brim bowler hats that compliment their floral dresses, both strikingly beautiful against your evergreen garden and radiating an elegance that you can only strive to one day emulate.

You have collected just enough bellflowers to make up a small bouquet to gift Mrs. Ackerman, and you are just about to commence with your mother’s own bouquet, when you hear the first series of gunshots go off behind you. You had heard them enough times growing up to know what they sounded like, but never had you heard them so close before and so loud.

You freeze at attention, looking up from the bed of flowers at your feet, confused, as men wearing police badges and bulletproof vests appear from out of your home and come raiding into your backyard, firing their guns at all of your father’s men without mercy.

The shooting and yelling is deafening as your father’s men attempt to stop them from advancing, but there’s too many of them. Horrified and overwhelmed, you drop your flowers and cover your ears with your hands to block out the noise before instinctively shutting your eyes and falling to your knees. You have no understanding of the events currently unfolding before you or why they’re happening. All you want is for the screaming and shooting to be over.

But then you hear the sheer panic and undiluted fear in your mother’s voice break out amongst the rest as she calls your name. You open your eyes in time to see her running towards you. Her eyes, wild and desperate. In her need to keep you safe she’s left behind her bodyguards, who are busy trying to hold off the men in police uniforms, and Mrs. Ackerman, who is lying still on the ground near the pond. You want to run into your mother’s safe arms but you can’t seem to make yourself move. She stretches out a hand towards you as she takes the last few steps towards you. But no matter how fast she runs, no matter how much love and fierce desire she has in her heart to protect you, she cannot outrun the stray bullets that fly in the air and hit her square in the back.

For that brief moment everything slows down, grows muffled, as you stare at the sight before you, frozen, wide-eyed. Unable to comprehend what’s just happened. Because you can’t wrap your head around the unmoving body belonging to your mother that has fallen to the ground mere inches away from you. At the way the light in her eyes slowly wanes, and her loving, gentle gaze grows still and empty while her hand remains stretched out towards you in waiting despite the pool of blood that has begun to form at your feet.

A gust of wind sends your hat flying away as you numbly take a step towards her, too focused on the state of your mother before you to notice the tall man with round rimmed glasses and straight dark hair parted down the middle walking towards you with a dark look in his deep green eyes. The man whose bullets struck your mother and killed her instantly.

But before the man can lay a hand on you, Levi appears at your side and grabs your arm, forcing you to step back. You lose your balance from Levi’s sudden grasp and you land on the ground behind him while he simultaneously slashes the man’s outstretched hand with a knife that he must have taken from a fallen guard on his way over to you.

“Don’t touch her with your filthy hands!” Levi threatens in utter disgust as your attacker yells out in pain. But the wound does little to stop him, and eight-year-old Levi is no match against a fully armed and trained grown man.

With the back of his gun, he hits Levi on the side of the head, sending your fearless friend falling to the ground beside you. The man then turns his focus to you, eyes murderous, but Onyakopon surprises him from behind and quickly outmaneuvers him, knocking him to the ground and easily disarming him.

Onyakopon points his gun at him, ready to pull the trigger if he so much as breathed wrong, but he turns to you and Levi first. He is aware that your safety has been compromised and the odds of making it out alive if you and Levi were to stay anywhere near your home for much longer were dwindling by the minute.

“Go! Run!” he orders you both. “Into the woods! I’ll find you!”

You flinch, startled, as Levi suddenly snatches your hand to pull you to your feet and drag you away without a second to waste. The boy stumbles for a second, blood streaming down the side of his forehead from the blow to his head, but he leads the way without sparing a single glimpse back over his shoulder. To where his mother and your mother lie somewhere in the garden behind you, soaking in their own blood.

Cutting through the remainder of your family’s garden, Levi takes you deeper into the woods surrounding your home, further and further away from the two people you loved most in the world.

But you let him pull you along without protest or resistance. As young as you are, somewhere deep down you know, as does he, that there’s no use staying by their side. They’re already gone, leaving you no words of comfort or a last goodbye, save for their blood splattered all across your garden like freshly spilled wine.

-

When your eyes start to open, right within that fleeting moment it takes for your brain to awaken into full consciousness, you like to let yourself imagine all those dark memories from that day are nothing but dreams. A fading nightmare. That amidst the darkness of your room, you can almost believe you’re in your old room back in the countryside, and your beloved mother will come in to wake you up through your bedroom door and tell you to come join her downstairs for breakfast.

You think, perhaps, if you hold onto that illusion for just a little bit longer, everything will as be as it once was. As it should have been.

But the details of your memories from that day are too real, too sharp, to mistake them for anything else and your childish desires die and fade as quickly as they come. In their wake, they leave you shivering and drenched in sweat.

You let out a murderous groan when you notice it’s only quarter past midnight and you’ve hardly gotten an ounce of sleep.

Feeling feverish and mildly lightheaded, you drag yourself to your bathroom sink and turn on the faucet, splashing water on your face and neck to help cool you down.

Usually these memories don’t come to you or hit you as hard as tonight unless you need them to serve as a reminder for when you begin to lose sight of your objective. When your self-loathing is at its worst, and you find yourself conflicted because that flickering sense of morality you’ve been trying to stifle down for years refuses to go out.

I don’t think you’re as evil as people think you are.

Your grip on the countertop tightens. Water drips down your hands and forearms, forming small puddles on the floor as you lean over the sink, deliberating whether to kill Eren Yeager before or after you explain to your father he will be in need of a new representative because you’re about to kill the one you’d originally chosen to represent him and his company.

But a memory of Eren’s kind gaze and warm smile flashes across your mind and your resolve weakens.

This is his fault.

Eren has gone and rattled your demons from their cages with all his talk of hope and redemption. Now they’re wide awake and stirring up war in your mind like warlords.

With the water still running, you cup some water in your hands and drink, needing to wash down the aftertaste of his sweet words and false hopes that still linger within you. But as you raise your head and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror…

You are not alone.

Against the darkness of the room, a dead girl stares back at you.

She stands by the bathroom door a few feet behind you to your left. A girl no more than eight-years-old, with blank, lovely eyes and looking just like she did the day you buried her.

She wears the same ivory laced dress from that cursed day, the hem of it torn and soiled with dirt while the sleeves and chest are stained with what you hate acknowledging as drops of innocent blood.

Blood that once ran through your mother’s veins.

You glare at her presence. This was the problem with nurturing a crooked heart for as long as you have. No matter how deep you bury them, your demons have a way of crawling back out, haunting you. And this girl you buried with your mother all those years ago, a soft girl who did not serve you, is your wretched souls attempt to make you repent for your sins.

But tonight you walk right past her, too tired to entertain your mind’s ploy at torment. Everything you’ve done and everything you have yet to do, you’ve done to survive. You refuse to let her make you regret it.

You curl back to bed, eyes heavy with much needed sleep and rest, but no matter which way you turn, you remain restless and awake as your ghost lingers in the corner of the room, refusing to fade.

For the past few weeks now you’d sensed her trying to dig her way out of the ditch you threw her in. The hole you kept shoveling dirt over, trying to keep her buried. But Eren has thrown her a rope you can’t seem to sever, allowing her to crawl back out of her grave and unearth things you wanted to stay buried.

You shouldn’t try so hard, to be cruel.

His words makes your eyes snap open. You rise from your bed and stride in the direction of Levi’s room.

To be left alone with only your thoughts and demons for company is dangerous. In a moment of weakness you’ll cave in and let them peer into your heart. They’ll pick out the most childish desires there and use it against you.

At least with Levi, his demons play well with your own. With him, your motives run clear. All that grief and torment he carries behind his eyes, transparent only to you, is the only validation you need to render your guilty conscious silent. After all, what shame is there in wanting to rid the world of those who have hurt the people you love?

But when you reach his room, whatever bit of strength you had left in your system begins to wither. Levi’s room is cold, dark, and empty. He clearly hasn’t slept here in days.

Behind you, the dead girl has tracked blood on the floor after having followed you inside Levi’s room. Her presence has only persisted now that it knows you’re alone and without any source of solace.

“Fuck off already,” you growl over your shoulder, scowling at her.

But, of course, when have your demons ever listened to you?

A crash suddenly comes from within Levi’s large rosewood armoire across the room and you whip your head in its direction, startled by the sound. But as you begin to approach, the scratching and mewling you hear from inside eases the tension in your muscles. Turning the latch keeping the double doors shut, you find your stray cat rolling around on the bottom of the shelf playing with the toy mouse Sasha had made for him out of some spare wool.

You scoff, mildly amused by his mischievous whereabouts, yet slightly annoyed by your own unsteady nerves.

“So this is why I can never seem to find you anymore,” you surmise, scooping up the black furball in your arms and away from Levi’s armoire, which he uses as his own personal arsenal. It meows in response, unaware of the dangerous weapons it had been surrounded by, and you take him with you to go lay on Levi’s bed.

You watch as his eyes glimmer in the dark while he wanders curiously around you, inspecting his new terrain.

“You weren’t waiting on him to get you out, were you?” you find yourself saying, dangling his toy mouse by the tail in front of him to get its attention.

He quickly follows after it, its front paws stretched out and claws unsheathed. When he manages to snatch it, you lay on your back while the kitten chews at his toy mouse beside you.

“Don’t count on him to save you,” you warn the cat bitterly, your vision blurring with unwanted tears. “He is never here.”

Seeking warmth, you bring the kitten close to your chest, and whether he senses you’re in need of comfort or not, he doesn’t resist your hold. He molds perfectly in your arms and snuggles up against you, purring softly until it falls fast asleep. All the while you lie wide awake, sensing that girl’s dark presence in the back of the room behind you until the guilt and loneliness becomes too much for you. There’s nothing left for you to do then, except cry.

Before you know it, the first signs of dawn have broken out through the window in Levi’s room and the four-legged creature in your arms has stirred awake. His ears twitch and he jumps out of your arms without warning to disappear into the hallway.

You slowly rise and sit on the edge of the bed, feeling more worn out and defeated than when you first walked in. You hunch over, head in your hands and eyes heavy and swollen from all your endless tears.

You wonder how many more nights like this you can endure. How many more nights you have to drive away the dark thoughts eating away at your soul, leaving you to wonder when it will all just end...

“Anya?” Levi’s rough voice comes from the doorway.

You freeze.

Even though you’re in his room, you had already surrendered to the idea that he wasn’t going to show up. You’d removed the mask that kept the world from perceiving you as the tired, weak, insecure girl you hid underneath and allowed your true emotions to show, if only because they had started to leak through the cracks of your unstable mind. But now they’ve left you open and vulnerable and you’re left trying to regain your composure without Levi noticing.

Unfortunately, he knows you too well and quickly senses something’s amiss. “What’s wrong?” he asks, stepping into the room to flip on the light switch.

Your cat follows him inside like a shadow and rubs himself against Levi’s legs affectionately in welcome.

You glare at it.

Traitor.

Keeping your gaze leveled to the ground, you watch Levi’s dark shoes move silently across the floor as he begins to approach you, but you stand up before he can come any closer, before he can get a clear view of your face.

“Close your door after you leave the room,” you try to say tersely, but your voice comes out raw and jagged and you curse yourself for being unable to keep your emotions in check. You jut your chin to the cat by his feet. “He got trapped in your dresser, and if I wasn’t nearby to get him out, I wouldn’t have found him again until he was full of holes from all your stupid weapons.”

You intend to walk out the door but he places an arm in front of you, blocking your way out.

“Fine,” he says, taking a step closer to you, expression tight after having sensed your volatile energy was far more intense than usual. “Now tell me what you’re really angry about.”

But you’ve been careful to avoid looking at him. You shake your head, jaw clenched. “Forget it.”

You push him aside and walk into the hallway, back in the direction of your room.

If he saw how broken and powerless you really were, how there might actually be a possibility that this life was becoming too much for you, he would not hesitate to tell your father. And knowing Levi, he would find a way to prevent you from taking part in any more of the family business. He would keep you as far away from Erwin as possible because that’s what he ultimately believed was best for you. As if with Erwin out of sight, your tattered soul would somehow heal from all the hate and trauma that law-abiding man had caused you.

But you were beyond saving now; your mind was rotting away, and your dark-infested heart, dying.

“Anya,” Levi calls sharply behind you. “Oi!”

When you don’t listen he comes after you and takes hold of your arm, forcing you to stop. “Talk to me.”

“For what?” you snap back, roughly breaking out of his hold to finally face him, too angry and heartbroken to bother hiding your debilitating appearance any longer. “You’re never here!”

He flinches at the sight of your swollen, red-rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks. You watch him swallow as his expression grows pained, utterly guilt-stricken. He reaches to caress your face, wanting to ease your suffering. “I’m here now.”

But you slap his hand away and shove him aside. “It’s too late.”

He tries to follow. “Wait, Anya—”

“Go away.”

When he sees you reaching your room and going for the door, his steps quicken.

“Don’t—”

But you’re done waiting for him. You slam the door in his face and bolt it shut.

“Anya!” he shouts from the other side, rattling the doorknob first before pounding on the door when he finds it locked. “Anya, open the door!”

But you can’t. Not when she’s still here, haunting you.

Your ghost has followed you inside and refuses to leave you alone. She watches you from across the room with eyes full of bitterness and you no longer have the power to fight off the shame you feel under her sharp judgmental gaze.

Fingers raking through your hair, you slide down the door as frustration and despair overtake you.

For the second time that morning, you become undone.

-

When you finally come down for breakfast an hour or so later, you’ve managed to gain back some form of self-control. The familiar mask you wear like armor is securely fastened over your features.

Except, it’s all different now.

It feels hallow and fragile. Like glass. As if with a simple careless touch, it will shatter into a million pieces.

So you take extra care in making sure all signs of your breakdown have diminished before stepping out of your room. You must save face. Make do everything is normal. Behave and go about as you usually do.

If anyone were to catch you coming down the stairs now, they’d find you with your hands in the pocket of your trousers, sporting that familiar confident gait in your walk and carrying that calm, collected posture only someone belonging to a powerhouse clan like that of Ymir, can comfortably wield with ease.

No one would suspect that your cheeks had once been marked with tears or that your once swollen eyes might have been bloodshot red only hours ago. All traces of you having ever lost control are nonexistent. If there is anything to be concerned over is the faint dark circles under your eyes and irritated red-rimmed eyes that have refused to fade, but they’re very subtle now. Only someone carefully studying your face from close proximity would be able to detect such detail. And you have no intention of allowing anyone to stand that close to you for as long as you can help it.

Besides, it’s still early. A quarter before seven. You don’t expect many of your cadre to be up, least of all Levi, who should be long gone by now. The man treats your home like some common lodging that he every so often frequents, checking in only for a shower and a quick change of clothes before he’s off again to do more of your father’s bidding.

His absence always bothered you before even though you never voiced it. He was your bloody fiancée, so how was it that your father got to see more of him every day than you? His betrothed and soon-to-be wife? And yet you had slowly come to settle for the brief hello-goodbye kisses he would present to you whenever you did catch him on his way in or out of the house. Even the freshly brewed lavender or earl grey tea he’d leave at your bedside table in the mornings for you to drink when you woke up seemed to suffice, knowing that this was his way of informing you he’d arrived home safely the night before but had not wished to disrupt your sleep, so he’d leave you a warm cup of tea to greet you instead when you’d awaken.

Only now that you’re angry at him do you clearly see how pathetic it was of you to submit to such weak displays of…what? Dare you call it endearment?

You’re so deep in your thoughts that you don’t hear the murmuring coming from the parlor until you’ve reached the bottom of the stairs. The disembodied voices are lost in their conversation. They don’t hear your footsteps approach until you’re standing in the doorway to the parlor.

You had recognized the voices of Mikasa and Jean once you were close enough to distinguish them, and you thought their hushed tones were in response to a tense situation that had arisen and they were figuring out the best way to inform you.

Preparing yourself to hear something upsetting, you set forth your best calm demeanor to face them, to assure them that whatever it was, was nothing to be concerned about. That you would handle it as you always handled your enemies — callously and without mercy.

So to see Levi sitting on a leather chair opposite Mikasa and Jean in the middle of the room exchanging intel behind your back was not only unexpected, but it felt like a dagger had been pierced straight through your heart.

You knew they were talking about you.

Mikasa had been in the middle of saying something to Levi, but when she either sensed your presence behind her or noticed Levi’s gaze flicker to the door where you stood, the room grew silent. All eyes on you.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Have I interrupted something?” you ask coldly, the venom in your voice directed at Mikasa and Jean as they in turn avert your accusatory gaze.

Still, you do well in keeping your expression calm even though your blood is boiling. How quick Levi was to start questioning them about you. Two of your closest mates. The ones who should know you best, aside from him.

But despite what Levi might have thought, it was perhaps around them most of all that you kept the existence of your inner demons under lock and key. They might catch a glimpse of the monsters lurking in your mind during one of your blood rages, but never did you let them run astray in their presence.

And yet, it is Levi and Mikasa whom you regard more closely as your paranoia starts to creep in, making you start to wonder what it is the Ackerman clan valued most when it came to you. Blood or loyalty?

Mikasa sees the way you’re looking between her and Levi and she fears the kind of conclusions you’re drawing up. She stands. “Anya — ”

“As you were,” you cut off, waving a dismissive hand in her direction as you walk into the room to head towards your mini bar. “I’m just here to grab a quick drink and I’ll be on my way.”

Your bottles of liquor are just on the other side of the room, so you ignore the way Levi sits poised in the center of the room with a cup of tea in one hand and scratching your bloody cat in between the ears with the other as you pass.

Never had you seen your cat look so content as it did curled up and purring in your fiancee’s lap. As if Levi was the one who’d plucked him out from the streets, not you.

Backstabbing furball.

When you reach the bar you rummage through your freshly stocked bottles of liquor in search of a numbing antidote for the pounding headache your lack of sleep is causing you.

You snatch a bottle of scotch by its neck and get ready to leave, but Levi has come to stand beside you and grabs the other end of your bottle in his hand before you can take another step. You try to yank it away but his hold remains firm, keeping you in place.

You glower at him. “Give it to me.”

Levi does no such thing and hands you his cup of tea instead. “Drink this.” He then lowers his voice and adds, “It helps with the insomnia.”

But your expression remains cold and hard, like the surface of a frozen lake. You don’t want to interact with him for more than is necessary so you relinquish the bottle to him without another word and turn to leave. The cup of tea he’s offered, you leave untouched behind you.

If you can’t get a proper drink around here, the Red Rose will do just fine.

Mikasa trails after you like a wounded puppy trying to make amends. “Anya, wait—”

She turns the corner just as you open the front door, and to her surprise no doubt, finds you still standing at the doorway.

Not by choice, of course. The only reason she’s caught up to you is because Levi’s two mates, Isabel and Furlan, stand guard outside your front porch, blocking your exit.

You scoff in utter disdain, placing a hand on your hip impatiently and scratching your brow with barely restrained annoyance.

“I’m only going to say this once,” you say to them tightly. “So please, unless you want to end up bleeding out on my front door, I suggest you step aside.”

“There’s no need for threat’s, love,” Levi’s calm voice says behind you. “They’re just doing as I’ve asked.”

“Then tell them to move,” you hiss, keeping your eyes fixed on Levi’s two mates, “before I do it myself.”

You unsheathe your blades in warning just as Levi moves to stand in front of you before you can take another step closer to his guards, his expression resolute.

“Enough with the theatrics, Anya. It’s unbecoming.” He reaches for your hand. “Come with me. We need to talk.”

You break from his hold with more force than necessary. “You and I have nothing to talk about.”

He clenches his jaw as you sidestep him, and you almost think he’ll try and stop you again, but it’s Mikasa who steps in your path.

Her stormy eyes are beseeching. “Anya, you’re unwell. Let us take you back to your room—”

You bark out a laugh as you twirl the blades in your hands skillfully at your sides. “You think me unwell?” You cock your head at her curiously and take a menacing step towards her. “Perhaps it’s your knife in my back that’s making me unwell.”

Mikasa flinches, taken aback by the harshness in your words.

You smirk at her reaction and gesture to her cousin standing over your shoulder with a tilt of the head. “What exactly have you been telling him about me, I wonder?”

“I — we didn’t —” she says uneasily, flashing her eyes over to Jean. “That was nothing. We would never —”

“No?” You take a closer step towards her. “Than am I truly to believe your loyalty lies with me and not him, your Ackerman clan?”

She shakes her head in aghast, her mouth opening but refusing to form any coherent words as she looks from you to Levi, completely taken aback.

Mikasa has always held you in high regard ever since you first saved her that one night from her attackers down by the pub. It’s why you had never questioned her loyalty to you before; she has never given you reason to doubt it in all her years with you.

But you don’t care about any of that now.

You’re angry. Paranoid. Hurt. You were lashing out at anyone within range and Mikasa was the first to get caught in the crossfire.

She looks to you, mortified in place. Unable to defend herself. Much like the same way you found her in that night almost seven years ago.

But this time it’s Jean who steps in to defend her, angered by the way you’re treating her.

“Anya, stop it. You’re not thinking clearly. You need to rest.”

He’s gotten in between the both of you, forcing you to step back. But you resist against him, your eyes still pinned on Mikasa over his shoulder as her eyes line with tears.

“What did you tell him, Mikasa?” you go on reproachfully. “What lies have you—”

Levi walks into your line of vision then, blocking your view from her and Jean, and forcing your attention on him. “That’s enough, Anya. Look at me.”

But you shove him away as he reaches for your arm. “Don’t touch me!”

Your words send a wave of hurt across his features which he swallows down like acid before anyone else can notice just how much they’ve effected him.

You refuse to soften up to him though. You stare each other down, eyes communicating with each other what you verbally cannot. Willing the other to give in first.

If you don’t come with me now, I’ll reveal the real reason why you’re acting this way, his piercing eyes say to you.

Not in front of them, you glare back in warning. Don’t you dare.

No one can know of the state you were in when he found you this morning. And despite the way you treated him upstairs, you didn’t want to believe Levi had actually told Mikasa or Jean about it. He wouldn’t do that to you. He couldn’t. It would reflect poorly on you as the highly respectable and feared Mistress of Death you were so well known for. Your inner circle needed to believe this most of all. They needed to trust the idea that you were untouchable and in control. That only you were capable of moving them forward, and that every risk you took with them was calculated and necessary.

For them to think of you otherwise was to put them at a disadvantage. They fed off your strength and confidence. Without it, their own godlike boldness dwindled. And you could now allow doubt or fear to creep into their minds when you had enough of that on your own for you to spare them from it.

In the end it is Levi who speaks first, having weighed all his options, and you narrow your eyes at him, trying to anticipate what he’ll say next.

“Leave us,” he orders to the people around you, not breaking eye contact from you.

But not a single one of them moves. They all look to each other hesitantly, thinking it unwise to leave either of you two alone together. That’s when Levi finally looks away from you to snap at them over his shoulder.

“Now.”

Isabel and Furlan reluctantly return back to their post outside your front door to guard the door as Mikasa and Jean retreat further inside.

You move to sidestep him, following after Isabel and Furlan to head out for your much needed drink, but Levi steps in your path.

“No. You stay here.”

Furlan closes the door behind him, eliminating all possibilities of you leaving through the front door, and you glare at Levi petulantly.

You can tell his mind is made up. He has no intention of letting you out anytime soon. Not until you speak with him, anyways. But he’s got another thing coming if he thinks you’re going to stand there and tell him about all the things wrong with you just because he’s here now and suddenly willing to listen.

You roll your eyes at him before turning on your heels to head back in the direction of your room up the stairs, not wanting to deal with him anymore, but his footsteps sound close behind.

“Anya!” he calls after you. “Enough of this, please. You’re acting like a brat.”

“Am I?” you ask dryly. “Then by all means, if you can’t handle me, go on and fetch my father so he can give me a good scolding.” You throw him a dark look over your shoulder. “You’re good at that, right?”

He scowls at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what it means.”

His tone drops a few degrees. “No, actually. I don’t. Please enlighten me because I sure as hell hope you’re not referring to your little outing with the journalist —”

Before Levi can say any more, you hear Furlan calling for your fiancee urgently down below.

You pause mid-step and turn to raise a pointed eyebrow at Levi, a smug look on your face. “Well that didn’t take long.”

He narrows his eyes at you as you cross your arms over your chest at him challengingly. He knows you’re testing him, waiting to see how he’ll respond to Furlan. If he’ll chose you or your father.

Begrudgingly, Levi drags his eyes away from you to face his blond haired guard who has stopped a few steps short from Levi up the staircase.

Feeling your eyes on him, Furlan flashes his light blue eyes to you apologetically before addressing Levi. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but Ymir has sent word. He requires your presence, Levi.”

There’s a brief pause as Levi waits for him to elaborate, but Furlan says nothing more.

“Is that all?” Levi demands impatiently.

Furlan hesitates. “Well, yes, but—”

Levi turns away to mark the end of the conversation as his eyes settle back on you. He proceeds to cut the space between you and him, wanting to take advantage of you having paused in the middle of the stairs so he can catch up to you, but Furlan takes a nervous step after him.

“Levi, I’m sorry but I must insist. He’s said it’s urgent.”

Levi pauses at this, three steps away from reaching you. He lets out a sharp sigh, frustrated. He must know what your father needs from him. The importance of it. And for a moment, you see the little muscles of his jaw twitch, torn.

You’re not making this fairly easy for him — not that you ever do — but then you see the tension in his shoulders sag with defeat and you know what he’s decided.

You’re not surprised he’s chosen your father over you, yet again, but it still hurts.

“You know I have to go,” he says to you quietly, staring at a spot on the floor by your feet. Brows furrowed.

You don’t miss a beat. “So leave.”

His eyes harden, locking eyes with you. “If I leave now, you’ll hate me.”

You shrug, turning to leave. “I don’t care. Do whatever you want.”

“Anya, “ Levi says your name in admonishment, moving to follow after you.

Furlan calls to him the second he does, thinking he’s disregarded your father’s message. “Levi— ”

“Yes, alright!” Levi cuts him off, exasperated.

But your fiancee continues to rush up the last few set of stairs. He takes your wrist and forces you to halt, turning you to him. His stormy grey eyes pin you in place.

“Just tell me what happened this morning,” he urges softly, searching your eyes for answers. “Why were you so upset?”

You slide your eyes over his shoulder to Furlan who’s waiting anxiously behind him, and to Isabel, who has now joined Furlan at the stairs, most likely wondering what the big hold up is.

She looks more annoyed then apologetic at having to interfere between you and Levi’s conversation. “Levi, I’m afraid this is urgent,” she begins to say. “Ymir doesn’t—”

Levi whips around to face her and Furlan, having heard enough of their incessant yapping. “For fuck’s sake, already! I said I’m going! Just give me a damn minute.”

When he turns back to you one last time, his hand still on your wrist, waiting for you to answer him, you find some of the heat of his anger is still in his eyes. “Can you at least say something?”

But you only smile at him, immune to his frustration. “Go on,” you cajole sweetly. “My father is calling. He’s in need of his lapdog.”

You pull your wrist free from his hand with little to no resistance from him.

You expect nothing less.

He’s made his decision clear. He has no right to demand anything from you when he has no intention of staying to see it through. And yet he still looks like he’s struggling with himself. Like he might just forsake everything and everyone and take you far away from here and never look back.

A treacherous thought you don’t think he’ll ever act upon, but the thought is always there. Lingering in the back of his mind like it is on yours, and perhaps everyone around you that’s gotten caught up with this life.

That’s when you feel your mask slipping.

Without sparing Levi a second glance, you take your leave and lock yourself in your room before the idea of running away turns any more tempting for you or him.

You barely make it to your bed before you collapse on top of it. Your fingers slide against your bedsheets and crumple in your fists as you try to channel the pain and despair out of your system. But the aching in your heart is all-consuming, making it hard for you to breathe, to think.

You clutch your chest tightly against yourself, trying to hold yourself together, but you feel like a worn out rag doll and you’re being ripped at the seams.

Meanwhile, the girl you’ve tried to keep buried six feet underground watches you silently from the shadows of the room, always present, always looming in the heart of your darkness.

-

When you stir awake a few hours later, you’re disoriented and admittedly surprised that you’ve actually managed to fall asleep. What rest you lacked from the night before, and all the previous nights thereafter, must have finally caught up to you to permit you a few hours of dreamless sleep.

Ignoring the ghost still lingering in the corner of your room, you make your way out of your room and down the set of stairs to the kitchen, not bothering to look back to see whether she is following you or not. You know she is.

The clock on the wall you pass down the main hallway marks six o’clock. Most of your cadre will be gathered around the dinner table by now, if not all.

Sure enough, as you approach the dining room, you can hear the loud commotion of a full room escaping into the hallway.

You take a quick look around the room as you stride right in. Jean, Mikasa, Historia, Sasha, and Connie surround the food on the table in their usual seats. The smell of grilled steak and roasted vegetables moves your appetite, reminding you that you’ve had nothing to eat since the night before. But then you notice Levi, Isabel, and Furlan are also seated at the opposite end of the table, talking amongst themselves while they feast on their meal peacefully.

Historia is the first to notice you and she greets you with a bright, sunny smile. “Anya, you’re awake.” She stands to reach for a clean plate from the center of the table. “You must be famished. Sit. I’ll serve you something to eat.”

Everyone turns to you as Historia makes your presence known, but your gaze is fixed on Levi sitting across the room.

“That wont be necessary,” you tell Historia, not breaking eye contact with Levi. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

Levi turns away, poking at the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he tries to appear unfazed by the direct insult you’ve thrown at him. You take a seat at the head of the table on the opposite side from where Levi and his two mates sit. Mikasa is already seated at your right. Jean on your left.

You lean back in your chair and light a cigarette, blowing out the smoke in front of you mindlessly. You can sense Levi’s deadpan gaze on you from across the room, but you pointedly choose to ignore him — along with everyone else in the room.

You sit there impassively, cigarette in hand, talking to no one at all, staring blankly at the food on the table in front of you but not paying attention to the conversations going on around you. You do this quite frequently, when you’re in a mood and have no patience to talk to anyone, or when you’re thinking things over, weighing in on all the possible risks and outcomes that come with all your scheming.

By now your cadre know it is better to leave you alone when you’re like this than it is to try and engage with you. But the longer you go by without any food in front of you, Mikasa’s concerning nature for you proves unyielding. She leans over to you with a frown.

“You haven’t eaten a thing all day. You need to eat something.”

You raise a glass of wine in front of you, as if to tell her that’s all the food you need, knowing it will not please her in the least. But that’s the most you do to acknowledge her having spoken at all and she’s left dwelling in your animosity.

Not much long after that, you blow out your last smoke of cigarette and dump the remainder of it into your empty glass of wine. A quick look at your watch has you unwilling to wait any longer. You stand, grabbing everyone’s attention, yet your gaze cuts to two people in particular.

”Historia. Connie. Are you finished?”

They both freeze at attention, surprised to hear you call their names first. You catch them swiftly glimpsing over to Mikasa and Jean beside you, openly confused. You’ve never gone anywhere without at least one of them at your side so you’ve caught everyone off guard, but Historia and Connie nod to you in response nonetheless.

“Follow me.”

You provide no further instruction and start for the door, right at the same time Levi, Mikasa, and Jean stand in unison.

“Where are you going?” Levi demands behind you, tense.

You pause, your back to him.

You’re one step out the door’s threshold. You could continue walking. You don’t owe him any explanations, but you enjoy getting a rise out of him whenever you can, as with his cousin. They always take everything so seriously.

You throw him a cold smile over your shoulder before answering, “To the park. I have a friend to meet.”

“We’ll come with you,” says Jean as he and Mikasa make to join you.

You turn to them sharply. “No.”

They stop in their tracks with a frown, standing less than an arms length away from you.

Under your breath you hiss, “Keep Levi and his two shadow dogs here, entertained. Don’t let them out of your sight. I am not to be followed, understood?”

You take your leave before they can protest, before they can question your orders. They’re clearly upset. Hurt. They fear you do not trust them anymore. Albeit, with the way you’ve been acting towards them, their fears are reasonably justified.

But you have no time to deal with them now. You spot your nameless black cat by the foot of the stairs on your way to the door to retrieve your car keys. For once, the little furball is right where you need him and you scoop him up on your way out.

Historia and Connie stand waiting for you outside your front door and eye you oddly as they see you come out with the cat in your arms but wisely make no comment.

You toss the car keys for Connie to catch as you start down the walkway to where your car is parked in front. “Drive.”

Connie catches them easily with a frown. “To the park two blocks away?” he asks dubiously, following after you. But then he notices the small gleam in your eye as you walk past the two guards stationed at the main entrance by the sidewalk and he drops the conversation.

When you spotted the two male guards outside your door, you’d braced yourself, thinking Levi might have ordered them to keep you from leaving. But as you walked past them and they made no attempt to stop you, you smiled faintly with child-like glee.

These were your men on watch, not Levi’s, and they answered solely to you and House Ymir.

At your approach, they’d nodded respectfully to you in acknowledgement, and one even went on ahead of you to open the back door to your car when he saw you were heading towards it.

Their loyalty and honorable chivalry had lifted your spirits so you rewarded each of them with a small roll of bills from your pocket. They bowed to you in thanks before returning to their post with suppressed smiles.

Once you, Historia, and Connie make it inside the car, Connie jabs the keys in the ignition and brings the motor to life.

“So where are we really going?” Connie asks over the roaring of the engine.

“My young friend frequents a park near his hometown,” you inform him and Historia as you watch your cat explore the car’s interior before finally settling into your lap. “In the Karanes District.”

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Half an hour later, you arrive at the Northlake Garden Park in Karanes — the closest park to the neighborhood of your new soon-to-be friend.

A few months ago you had learned of the boy’s existence and had told Sasha you had wanted to keep a close eye on him. A young boy of eight who had inherited his father’s blond hair and blue eyes, and was therefore watched over closely by his father’s policemen so people like you could never find him or be used against him.

Except, you had. And now that you knew of him, had become too much of a key player in your game for you not to put into play.

So after having him observed from afar for a few weeks, getting to know of his daily whereabouts and growing familiar with his routine, Sasha had received word from her little spies that there was a time and place that could grant you time alone with him. His nanny, a benign looking woman with slowly greying hair and soft features, often took him for afternoon strolls around the lake at the park after dinner.

Though the park itself is twenty acres all around, you needn’t venture far. The kid likes to take a particular path that leads to a bridge that looks out over the lake, which is where you hope to cross paths with him before he leaves.

You head there now with Historia and Connie in tow, while your kitten — who’d fallen asleep during the car ride but is now wide awake — takes in its fresh surroundings as you carry it in your arms.

The sun has yet to set despite it being past seven in the evening, but the cool September breeze is making its way across the city, and you appreciate the dark knee length coat that is keeping you warm.

Arriving at the bridge, you sit a safe distance away from the lake on one of the many large sized rocks surrounding the body of water to let your cat wander the terrain nearby while you wait.

Connie and Historia are on standby a good distance away, out of view and waiting for your signal. You’ve taken Connie’s wool cap and lowered it enough to cover most of your face while the front locks of your hair help curtain the sides of your face.

If the boy is as well looked after as you expect him to be, all of the policeman assigned to look after him will not only be familiar with you and your features, but they will recognize most of the senior members of your inner circle as well. This is one of the reasons why you’d chosen to bring Historia and Connie along instead of Mikasa and Jean. Historia and Connie not only look the least suspicious amongst your cadre, but their identities aren’t fully linked with you yet since it wasn’t too long since they’d joined your team. Historia and Connie also didn’t have the courage to voice their opinions over your intentions here the way Mikasa and Jean would, which spares you from having to exert the energy it would normally take for you to deal with their occasionally petty questions and concerns.

The boy you have been waiting patiently to meet for months now arrives shortly after. He is, as you’d assumed, well accompanied by his nanny and a pair of men in seemingly casual outerwear. They lack badges and a uniform, but their stiff postures and vigilant gaze gives them away and you see them for what they really are: Paradis policemen undercover. They follow behind the boy and his nanny a few respective feet away, yet they remain close enough to intervene if an incident were to occur that would require them to step in.

But you don’t plan on interacting with any of them today. You were told the boy was deeply fond of cats but he was not permitted pets at home. Which made this all the easier for you. If the boy was as fascinated by these creatures as they’d said he was, all you had to do was invest in a cat and the boy would come straight to you.

And so, just as you’ve predicted, the second the boy notices your cat prancing about around you, he cannot resist his longing, and he breaks away from his nanny’s side to run towards you.

“A kitten!” you hear him exclaim while his nanny chases after him, demanding him to stop.

The two undercover cops behind her go on alert at the boy’s sudden behavior, but after assessing what’s got his attention and concluding that you don’t appear much of a threat — a young lady with her cat out in the park, seemingly alone and harmless, though rather strange indeed — they refrain from getting involved and hang back until the nanny regains control of the situation on her own.

You smile at the blond haired boy as he appears close beside you.

“Hello there.”

“Hello,” he replies in greeting, his tone far more mature and proper than any regular kid his age. “Is that your cat? Can I pet him?”

But the nanny arrives before you can reply. “My apologies, Miss,” she says to you in between breaths. “He can’t help his curiosity. He simply adores the little beasties. Come now, dear.” She takes his hand and pulls him along. “Don’t bother the pretty lady.”

You wave a hand in the air. “Oh no, please. It’s quite alright.” You nudge your chin in your cat’s direction. “I’m actually trying to teach him new tricks.” You direct your next question to the boy. “Would you like to help me?”

His eyes grow wide with excitement and nods.

You pat to a large rock beside you. “Come, sit. You can help me train him.”

“Oh, my boy. We really can’t stay long,” the nanny says. “Your father will be home soon and we need you in bed before then.”

“That’s alright,” you appease her with a smile before turning to the boy with a wink. “Just for a little while, right?”

The boy grins at you and inches closer to sit beside you.

You scratch a nonexistent itch on your brow as your cat notices the boy and begins to approach him curiously. Historia and Connie appear on cue, arms linked together lovingly. To anyone passing by, the two of them could be easily mistaken for any other young couple out enjoying a late night walk together in the park — as you’d hoped for them to appear.

You start telling the boy about all the tricks you want to teach your cat and all the different kind of treats you reward him with so as to stall time until Connie and Historia can make it to you.

Sasha had been told the nanny had an affinity for embroidery and you had made sure to mention this to Historia. But even without a background check, one look at the nanny’s outfit told you she was a lady of refined taste. She wore a stylish looking hat and a navy blue buttoned cape coat over a white sleeved blouse. She also bore a knee length navy colored skirt to match her coat along with low, thick heels and a pair of dark gloves.

Once close enough, Historia’s natural charisma lights up her face and she makes her move.

“Good evening,” Historia first says to you and the nanny before feigning to give a double take at the nanny’s coat. “Oh my! The embroidery on your coat is so beautiful.”

The nanny blushes. “Oh, thank you, dear. That’s very kind of you to say.”

Pulling Connie along like a boyfriend being dragged to his girlfriend’s side, Historia moves closer to the woman, intrigued. “Did you make it yourself?”

With the nanny distracted by Historia’s sweet charms, you divert your attention back to the boy who is petting your cat fondly. And there is no denying your cat is enjoying the attention as he starts purring loudly at the boy’s touch.

You smile. “He likes you.”

This makes the boy grin from ear to ear. “He’s so soft and tiny.”

“Do you have any pets?” you ask in conversation, even though you already know his answer.

His smile diminishes. “No, my father won’t let me have any. He’s allergic.”

You look to him sympathetically. “Oh, that’s terrible.”

But he laughs as a cricket catches your cat’s attention and starts chasing after it. “He really enjoys the outdoors.”

You hum in agreement. “All cats do. People just train them to stay indoors and they eventually get used to it. But they’re wild by nature.” You gesture to your cat with a jab of your chin as proof. “It’s their natural habitat.”

You adjust your position, sitting with an elbow propped on your knee and a fist tucked under your chin before turning to the boy attentively. “So what’s your name, friend?”

“Casimir. Casimir Smith.” You smile at his name. A smile laced with danger. He then adds, “But my friends call me Cas.”

You cock your head innocently. “So can I call you Cas?”

He grins and nods. “What’s your name?”

”Anya.” You point a finger to your cat as it pounces on something lurking in the grass. “He doesn’t have a name yet. Would you like to name him?”

His eyes widen in excitement. “Really?”

“Of course!”

Cas ponders for a moment, as if this is a very important decision that needs to be thought over with care.

“He reminds me of a tiny black bear cub…” he begins timidly, afraid you might disapprove.

But your face has never expressed so much enthusiasm as it does in that moment. “A bear? Well that’s perfect! We’ll call him Bear.”

His face lights up, happy and relieved that you like the name he’s picked out. Just then, as if wanting to voice his own approval of his new name, Bear appears meowing at Cas’ side, scratching at the opening of a pocket from his trousers.

You watch amusingly. “You must have something in your pocket Bear wants, friend.”

Cas digs into his pocket and pulls out a bag of cookie crumbs. “I have some biscuits from home I like to feed the ducks at the lake.” He starts offering them to Bear in the cup of his hand. “Don’t really like them, but they were my mom’s favorite so dad keeps buying them, thinking I like them too.”

You hum thoughtfully at the mention of his late mother, but you don’t pry for more information. “I think Bear rather enjoys them,” you say instead.

“I’ll bring some more tomorrow,” Cas says when Bear licks his hand clean of all the crumbs. “Will you be here tomorrow?”

“I’m afraid not, friend,” you tell him regrettably.

The boy lowers his gaze, crestfallen. ”Oh.”

“But I’ll try and come next week,” you offer as consolation. “Same time and day?”

Cas nods, happy again. “Okay.”

“But…” You bite your lip, expressing concern, “if you’re not allowed pets, then better you don’t speak of us meeting today to your father, don’t you think? He might not let you see Bear anymore...”

Cas nods in agreement at your subtle request, too innocent and naive to think anything of it.

But, of course, why should he be mistrusting of you? You don’t seem like one of those bad people his father warned him to stay away from. Those people were monsters, villains. Dangerous criminals with destructive and violent tendencies. Capable of inhumanely cruel and wicked deeds. They were ugly. Full of scars and deformities. Meant to mirror their equally vile hearts and crooked souls.

Never in a million years could the boy ever suspect that a young woman like yourself would ever wish to bring harm onto the only living son of the commanding officer of the Paradis Police Force, Erwin Smith.

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MODELING GIG 002 ( MODEL BRANDS UPDATE )

all of the MODEL BRAND OWNERS ( HAN JISOO, KIM JINYOUNG, KIM JINSEO, LIM SANGHYUN, and OKADA TAIYOU ) were called to a meeting by the staff members in their creative teams. during the meeting, the staff members inform the brand owners information regarding the final details of their upcoming campaign, which are listed below:

AURORA ( BRAND OWNER: HAN JISOO )

MODELS: ahn yein, han jisoo, shin jieun, yamashita ichika

KEYWORDS: mysterious, mystical, aloof, alluring, whimsical

PRODUCT(S) FROM THIS COLLECTION: a necklace with moon and optional star pendant, and an anklet with similar charms. necklace and anklets come with different components -  either a drop format, or a singular long chain for layering. it can be showcased differently depending on preference, for buyer / variation with models.

BABYLON ( BRAND OWNER: KIM JINYOUNG )

MODELS: han noeul, kim jinyoung, zheng amelia

KEYWORDS: comfortable, refreshing, colourful, adventurous, energetic

PRODUCT(S) FROM THIS COLLECTION: 1 bikini with the top doubling as crop top, 1 swimming trunks that can be used as shorts, 1 pair of shorts for females as well, 1 unisex summer shirts (one with one without sleeves), a one piece swim suit, the smiley bucket hat, 1 crop tops, 1 rashguard that can also be worn as normal shirts 

ELYSIUM ( BRAND OWNER: KIM JINSEO )

MODELS: jo sunhwa, kim jinseo, seong byungho, yang aeri

KEYWORDS: mysterious, mythical, elegant, powerful, creative

PRODUCT(S) FROM THIS COLLECTION: 4 unisex fragrances named after the four gods of ancient asian mythology: cheongryong (qinglong in china, seiryū in japan, thanh long in vietnam), jujak (zhūquè in china, suzaku in japan, chu tước in vietnam), baekho (baihu in china, byakko in japan, bạch hổ in vietnam), hyeonmu (xuánwǔ in china, genbu in japan, huyền vũ in vietnam)

SOLA ( BRAND OWNER: OKADA TAIYOU )

MODELS: bae nathan, kim yujin, lee minji, okada taiyou 

KEYWORDS: unique, stylish, cool, elevate, flourish

PRODUCT(S) FROM THIS COLLECTION: LUN.r : dark gray transparent frames with garnet lenses ( x ). SOL.r : gold framed with round lenses. unique ‘retro-futuristic’ details. comes in two lens colors: dawn (brown) and wave (blue) ( x x )

TIMEBOX ( BRAND OWNER: LIM SANGHYUN )

MODELS: ahn jaesun, lim sanghyun, son eunho

FIVE KEYWORDS: nature, reliable, visionary, confidence, exploration

PRODUCT(S) FROM THIS COLLECTION: three items; one evergreen solar powered watch (forest), one light brown survival/paracord watch (terrain), and one pastel yellow carabiner pocket watch (sun)

due to everyone’s busy schedules, filming for the mood videos and photoshoot will be done sometime around late MAY and JUNE. the campaign will be set to launch around JULY-AUGUST and will last until the end of 2023. the staff members will also add that the promotions for this campaign will be included in this year’s LGC FAMILY CONCERT! more of that will be revealed in Q3 along with MODEL MISSION 015.

since all of the pertinent information regarding this campaign has been submitted ( products, moodboard for the video, etc. ) there will be no writing requirements for this and instead all of the muses involved in the campaigns will be rewarded points! for completing the model brands form and being a part of the campaign, all of the MODEL BRAND OWNERS will receive +10 MODELING and +10 NOTORIETY while everyone else chosen for this upcoming collection will receive +5 MODELING and +5 NOTORIETY! to make it easier for everyone, here’s the list of rewards:

AHN JAESUN ( TIMEBOX ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

AHN YEIN ( AURORA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

BAE NATHAN ( SOLA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

HAN JISOO ( AURORA ):  +10 MODELING, +10 NOTORIETY

HAN NOEUL ( BABYLON ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

JO SUNHWA ( ELYSIUM ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

KIM JINSEO ( ELYSIUM ): +10 MODELING, +10 NOTORIETY

KIM JINYOUNG ( BABYLON ): +10 MODELING, +10 NOTORIETY

KIM YUJIN ( SOLA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

LEE MINJI ( SOLA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

LIM SANGHYUN ( TIMEBOX ): +10 MODELING, +10 NOTORIETY

OKADA TAIYOU ( SOLA ): +10 MODELING, +10 NOTORIETY

SEONG BYUNGHO ( ELYSIUM ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

SHIN JIEUN ( AURORA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

SON EUNHO ( TIMEBOX ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

YAMASHITA ICHIKA ( AURORA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

YANG AERI ( ELYSIUM ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

ZHENG AMELIA ( BABYLON ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

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Top 6 Diamond Polki Design in Modern Jewellery

Source of info: https://indibloghub.com/post/top-6-diamond-polki-design-in-modern-jewellery

Introduction

A traditional bridal favorite, Diamond Polki accessories have become important pieces of modern jewellery collections in recent years. This precious stone, which is known for its beautiful uncut diamonds, combines modern design elements with traditional style. The latest Polki items combine classic appeal with unique styles, as designers explore boundaries of creativity. These designs provide a modern touch on traditional beauty, making them perfect for today's fashion-forward jewellery lovers. Ready to explore the newest styles of modern jewellery featuring the most popular Polki patterns? Let's examine the top six stunning works that set a new standard.

1.Flower Diamond Polki Necklace

Jewellery with flower patterns continues to be popular, and the modern Diamond Polki flower necklace is the latest example. This design perfectly combines traditional and modern styles by combining the beauty of nature with the beauty of uncut diamonds. In addition to being popular for weddings, designs of flowers are also popular for celebrations. It is a versatile piece that can improve both traditional sarees and modern evening gowns because of the evergreen beauty added through the shine of Polki diamonds set with beautiful designs. This pattern offers a delicate but bold style that is perfect for brides and fashion fans equally. It also adds a pure, nature-inspired feature and is suitable for both traditional and modern preferences. 

2. Stylish Shape Diamond Polki Earrings

With Stylish Shape Diamond Polki Earrings set the standard, this jewellery continues to include modern designs. Every diamond jewlleryi has been set in simple but eye-catching patterns in these designs, which highlight clear, specified shapes like triangles, rectangles, and circles. This unique technique appeals to modern preferences but maintains the beauty of classic Polki. These earrings are excellent for everyday wear because of their delicate appeal, which improves every outfit. These earrings are popular among fashion-forward people since they are versatile and have a special charm, if worn with a traditional Indian outfit or a stylish Western outfit.

3. Choker with Diamond Polki Details

The choker has been an important component of Indian jewelry for generations, and contemporary styles are elevating this age-old design to new levels. These polki chokers combine classic craftsmanship with modern design. These chokers, which have stunning centerpiece designs surrounded by beautiful Polki diamonds, include bold styles with great diamonds to delicate designs with detailed details. These Polki chokers are excellent for cocktail parties and weddings because of their combination of modern and traditional styles. Their stunning appearance, which has its roots in tradition, can also be dressed up for a more modern look by selecting Western or combining outfits.

4. Polki-Detailed Pendant And Bangles

Bold pendant and bracelet designs have been transformed, especially with the addition of Diamond Polki. These items combine classic and modern design features to create luxurious effects, such as lightweight bangles patterned with uncut diamonds and large, bold pendant. This design makes bold, stylish items that appeal to fashion-forward people by creating new Diamond jewellery to suit modern preferences. These pieces are excellent for people who want unique jewellery over traditional designs because they improve every outfit, whether it is worn casually or for formal events. 

5. Polki-Designed Maang Tikka with Modern Appeal

A traditional bridal jewellery item, the maang tikka has been Improved with Diamond Polki. Designers are combining modern features with traditional appeal by crafting maang tikkas with delicate Polki accessories. The maang tikka has modern appeal thanks to beautiful stonework and simple options, which make it suitable for a variety of bridal styles. The Polki-styled with maang tikka adds a royal touch to any clothes, no matter whether it is a delicate single-diamond design or a detailed one with several stones. It suits both traditional and combining outfits because of its combination of modern and historic design.

6. Polki-Set Diamond Rings with Minimalist Style

Rings have always been a truly unique item of accessories, and designers at Diamond Polki are pushing limits of creation. These rings combine beauty and simple style, including dramatic statement rings with huge Polki stones to delicate designs with tiny diamonds. Each ring is ageless because of its delicate features and clean lines, which make them appropriate for both special events and daily wear. These Polki-set diamond rings combine the tradition of Polki with present beauty, making them suitable for a variety of places and styles, no matter if you choose a delicate design or an eye-catching piece.

Maintaining the Charm of Diamond Polki Collection

Maintaining your Diamond accessories properly allows for its classic charm and shine. Because this Polki contains uncut diamonds, it must be kept safe and clean. To help maintain the diamond's brilliance, carefully clean your items with a soft cloth to get clear of dust and natural oils. To avoid harming the delicate stones in your Diamond jewellery, keep it out of moisture and in a cool, dry area when not in use. Avoid using it when applying lotions or perfumes or when performing workouts. Your diamond jewellery is going to stay bright and as beautiful as the day you first wore it if you take good care of it.

Royal Charm of Diamond Polki: A ClassicTreasure

The rich tradition of royal beauty is captured with the royal charm of Diamond Polki accessories. It symbolizes the beauty of royalty and is famous for its detailed designs and uncut diamond shine. The unpolished diamonds set in gold or other precious metals have a permanent, rough, but stylish appearance. These Polki items offer a perfect balance of luxury and culture, expressing the soul of beauty. 

Conclusion

Diamond Polki accessories combine classic charm with modern design, making it a classic option for every event. It still attracts fashion lovers of all ages with its colorful past and the charm of uncut diamonds. Latest styles in this collection offer a perfect balance of traditional style and modern design. These stunning jewels improve any outfit with their unique charm and keep their natural excellence, making them even more stunning compared to ever. These priceless items can keep their brightness for many years with proper care, ensuring that their unique charm and royal beauty will never change.