#for the price to raise to resell it

[cheddar-baby]

both a benefit and the biggest flaw of photography is that if you make a print that is essentially just an original. Which is great that you can reproduce your work infinitely at its maximum quality and everyone can have access to it. However, big artists just aren't going to release affordable prints of their work because of this exact same thing. Theres a lot of painters and print makers you can find that sell affordable reproductions but almost no big name photographers have their work up for sale like that. Its all limited editions 1/100 sort of stuff and it all costs thousands of dollars per print. I get it, art is expensive and we need money to survive but as a photographer myself it sucks so bad that i can't afford prints of my biggest inspirations work even though it would be so easy to set up for them.

[g1rlonl1ne]

seeing how depop ended up is genuinely so weird. i’ve been on that app since 2018 and not only has it always been and is still the shittiest platform of all time but it’s also now owned by etsy and has a horrible reputation for … some reason

[taviokapudding]

I hate to be the party pooper but the lotion isn't the issue if you actually read the ingredient list and looked into how lotions are made; op would have to use an absurd amount of lotion to attract spiders if it was just a pheromones alone. And they wouldn't just be attracting 1 type of spider.

Op most likely has a wolf spider problem and the follow up posts is just people having fun and being on the side of misinformation (one of them literally says studies but doesn't cite shit)

But Ima keep it real, if you're spending $43 ($48 with tax, holy fuck that's ridiculous) on body lotion that smells bad & doesn't deter wolf spiders, it's a bad lotion. Ideally the best scented lotions are made up with scents that deter all insects like vanilla, lemon grass, mint, and lavender {to name a few}.

So, although accidental, op proved the quality of the Sephora lotion is shit for the price (which isn't a surprise, it's Sephora) and hopefully they can get in touch with an exterminator to resolve their possible infestation {I really hope it's just coincidence based off where they live & work and they're not living actually living with a big nest unknowingly}

has anyone else been seeing the tweets about a lotion from sephora that attracts spiders

[deliverusfromevillll]

A Sticky Situation [Mammon/F!Reader]

❝ What fuckin' nonsense have ya' been telling y'reself this entire time? ��

warnings ⨾ blood, descriptions of gore, guns, gunshot wound, choking, swearing, arachnophobia (the irony), established prior connection, soft mammon, sexual content, unresolved sexual tension, resolved angst

terms ⨾ ❝ Drakon ❞ the Latin word meaning "dragon." ❝ Bogan ❞ Australian slang meaning (in negative connotation) someone who's a bit of a nerd or geek, holds no dress sense and/or has poor social skills.

notes  ⨾ I am very much not Australian so when I looked up slang and could not find ANY concrete definitions for anything: I was in major pain. Anyways quick thing because [F/n]'s lore might seem confusing. I created an entirely different race of "humanoid" dragons that acted as the knight/official guards for the Ars Goetia incase of extermination/assassination attempts. [F/n] retired from her position as knight for an unnamed Goetia. This entire chapter was originally 13K words but I felt as though the plot arc with the Goetia drifted way too far from the original point of this fic since it was so, so needlessly lore heavy for a reader insert and made this 100x more angsty like you have no idea. Especially since this is only meant to be two chapters. This chapter was cut down for your reading pleasure! If you would like to be part of the process in between me brainstorming and posting ( as I am currently looking for beta readers ) and/or generally would like to see WIPs feel free to join my discord ( NgT88bybyY ).

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As always minors DNI.| 6.3K words

[F/n] and Mammon's relationship is unique.

He was her boss, and she was his secretary.

Running the errands, info graphing, and scheduling his business appointments when due. But it wasn't so simple.

With his artificially friendly attitude in public, behind the scenes he was nothing but cynical— snarky and demanding. Hardly surprising for the king of greed.

[F/n] was no fan, she made it clear.

Despite the lethal glares and threats she managed to shoot a quip or a snark in return each time. It initially prompted a warning hiss or a growl, an insult or a threat.

Then he resorted to shredding through his confined costume to intimidate her one time after they both seriously got into it. Neither party was satisfied in not having the last word.

Despite however many threats were hurled nothing ever came about them.

[F/n] desired the experience the job gave her and Mammon found her too entertaining to simply let go.

[F/n] and Mammon's relationship is undeniably unique.

But damn, there was no shying away from the fact [F/n] did her job exceptionally well. The best in all of Hell. And that's another one of the handful of reasons why he tolerated her.

"Y'er getting on my nerves lizard." Mammon seethes with a false smile.

He sulks leaning away, poisonous puff of green air seeping though his teeth.

[F/n] raises a brow at him, eye roll following. "I need you to work with me here, asshole." [F/n] adjusted herself, turning towards him.

"If you wanna reduce the immediate damage Asmodeus and his little lapdog made we need to start advertising the twins asap. What's bothering you right now?"

Mammon huffed. "The leftover Fizz merch— sales are declining incase ya' haven't seen mate. I'm losin' money."

[F/n] clicked her tongue.

"Whatever doesn't sell now we can resell in a few weeks as vintage or some other bullshit with a higher price tag. You have any idea how much these loser collectors will pay to get their hands on discontinued merchandise?"

That's all it took for Mammon to light up, snatching [F/n] with his top hands in excitement.

"Y'er a bloody GENIOUS!" He shakes her, dropping her instantaneously. "We could double —no— TRIPLE our profits thanks to these degenerates! Ahh I taught ya' so bloody well!"

Mammon splays his hands towards the imaginary dollar signs in the air, clapping eagerly.

"And that's why I love ya' doll!" He shouts with a hefty grin, giving her a final charmed glance as he turned to make way towards the awaiting camera crew. Robo-Fizzies chasing after him with lighting sticks and microphones.

[F/n] catches herself after his stare, the spines on her tail rattling flustered. Her posture eases before anyone else can see as she flicks her tail in response.

Damn did she hate whenever he said things like that.

It's almost as if he knew the effect he had on her, doing and saying things that would purposefully rile her up. [F/n] refused to acknowledge any part of it, counteractive to the very obvious blush on her completion.

Through the commotion, Mammon smiled charismatically in [F/n]'s direction as their eyes met again. This was going to be a long shoot.

"That went better than I expected." [F/n] mumbles. Mammon appearing in a green cloud next to her. Bells chiming happily.

"Why'dya say that? Doubted me?" He rung.

"Well for all the years I've known you— Accepting you got fucked is definitely not something you're known for... You're taking losing your star clown better than I thought."

Mammon chuckles in amusement.

"Star clown? I am the star clown. With or without him I'll still make a fuck ton o' money." He nudges her. "With y'er— uh, our ideas and my reinforcement I don't see any issue mate."

[F/n] looked very, very, unconvinced. Mammon thinks for a moment before shrugging.

"At the end of the day you are my most valuable asset after all."

"What a way to make a girl feel special Ammo." Her eyes roll.

Mammon only giggled for a moment, attention immediately stolen upon taking in a familiar scent.

The smell of coffee meets his nose as they walk before the café in his estate. It takes him no time to decide he's in the mood for another cup of coffee.

[F/n] could already tell by the expression on his face. However unconvinced about giving the bug even more caffeine after his last.

Mammon playfully puts on a puppy-eyed expression as he bends town to her level.

He shoves his face in front of hers, frowning, the green glow of his pupils becoming brighter. "C'mon doll, ya'd say no to my lil 'ol face?"

His smaller spider eyes make a show as he frowns with an exaggerated pointed lip.

She sighs, gently pushing his face away. "Enough with the eyes. I'll be right back... Not like you'd let me say no anyways asshole."

Like a cat that ate the canary, Mammon smiles triumphantly as he took a moment to get seated on one of the empty tables outside the shop.

He enjoys the smell of coffee beans while searching in her direction through the large glass windows. He watches her make some hand motions towards the menu.

Letting out a big yawn, he blinks blearily. He could use a nap after all this.

Exploiting his employees was hard work after all.

Mammon observes her pull out her wallet, swiping her card. His smile becomes gentler, enamored at the idea of her willingness to spend her own money on him.

He became increasingly aware the expression he wore, quickly clearing his throat to look more serious.

It takes the café worker a second to hand her the single cup of coffee alongside a paper bag. He waves her goodbye with a bold wink, [F/n] unable to hold her laugh.

Mammon gritted his teeth. He conditioned his employees not to unnecessarily pester him, or her, especially when they were out together. Seems like one of them hadn't learned this yet. He took a mental note.

He was about to get up from his seat until [F/n] audibly shut the door behind her with a small jingle. She takes a seat across from him as he leaned forward and snatched the drink from her hand.

"'Bout fuckin' time cunt." He grumbles.

Mammon takes a sip of the cold coffee, ignoring his irritation as the sweet contents hit his tongue.

Or at least he tried to, the sweetness of it tasting rather dull part in due to his thoughts.

"Was this made by that fuckin' bogan?" He wonders.

His hand tenses, squeezing the drink at his palm slightly.

"I got you this." [F/n] mumbled, scooting the bag towards him.

Mammon snaps his attention towards back towards her, pausing to glance between her then the baggie before fishing through it. He pulls out a small box, opening it to reveal a cream colored pastry.

It takes him a moment to collect his thought.

Confused, he asks, "Why the cake, doll? Ya' know all I wanted was my coffee."

"You were feeling like shit earlier." She puts it simply.

Mammon shifted from the cake to her in his peripheral vision.

She was worried about him. Had him in her mind. Considerate about how he felt, albeit she wouldn't admit it out loud.

He couldn't help but grow a fat smile, genuine smile, as he scoots closer towards her.

"I'm starting to think ya' actually care about me, love." [F/n]'s eyes widen for a second.

She looks away from him, scoffing.

"Don't overthink it. I don't want to deal with you when you're in a mood."

Mammon takes a small bite, savoring the even sweeter taste. Humming with delight, he takes another portion of it with the plastic spoon, leaning forward to bring it to her mouth.

[F/n] glances between the cake and Mammon, who's unashamedly eagerly watching her.

"I-I don't—"

"Ahh don't fuckin' be like that mate. It's good, try it!"

The dragon takes a bite, flushed, as she ate the piece in silent agreement. Her tail sticking to her leg somewhat embarrassed.

He was right, the pastry was fluffy and flavorful. Not that she expected any different, that was the reason why she bought it for him. She would've never anticipated this however.

Another spoonful reaches her lips, she accepts it without complaint this time. Expression easing. Her tail wags behind her in satisfaction.

Mammon carefully scoops more, bringing it to her face once again.

[F/n] quickly swallows the bit already in her mouth, shaking her head this time.

"I bought it for you, I'm eating more of it than you are. You're being a little bit too charitable."

"Yeah but who's to say I'm not getting anythin' out of feeding ya', love?" He dotes.

[F/n] felt the tips of her ears warm, tail flicking.

Mammon soaks in her flush, turning to take another sip of his coffee. His eyes follow the direction of his lips for a glance before returning at her image.

He freezes for a moment, brows furrowing. Mammon checks the cup again to ensure he saw it correctly. [F/n] immediately notices his expression drop and leans over to see the source.

A phone number was written just under her name with a heart.

"Aw how cute!"

Mammon gags. "Cute?!"

"Yeah, first time someone has done that for me. It's kinda sweet!" [F/n] reaches for the cup, Mammon hisses as he holds it further away.

"Doll, there's no bloody way you're actually interested in this cunt. He's some fuckin' nobody workin' below minimum wage!"

"Oh please, you sound jealous, he was really n—!"

Mammon immediately crushes the cup in his grip, indifferent feeling the coffee spill onto his glove and trickle to the table. He reaches over to grab [F/n]'s extended hand to move it away as he leans towards her features.

His face was centimeters away from hers, sharp breath tickling her features.

"I ain't the sharing type." Mammon growled.

The cup gets engulfed in a green cloud, vanishing as the smoke dissipated. [F/n] glared at the spider, brows furrowed in uncertainty.

He was acting like this again.

"Fucking hell, I didn't want any of your coffee. I just wanted to see the goddamn number."

Mammon blinks, head tilting. He mutters something under his breath as he stands, breaking eye contact.

She thought he was upset over sharing a drink? Far from it, but he wasn't going to clarify if that's the conclusion she came to.

Still holding onto her hand, he strings her up as he gets out of his seat.

"Better ya' don't. This cunt wouldn't even be able to take care of ya'." [F/n] rolls her eyes. Though it didn't go unnoticed, as Mammon grimaced.

"It's impossible to find anyone at all when you scare everyone off." She growls lowly.

"Don't fuckin' hiss at me doll. I'm savin' ya from the embarrassment."

"The embarrassment of what exactly?"

"Of goin' out with the lower class, hells y're considered a knight for the Goetia ain't ya'? Y're not gonna get anythin' worthwhile in some random mutt."

[F/n] swats her tail very irritably, yanking her wrist back forcefully.

A loud tear following in the process.

"I can be with whoever the fuck I want and feel like, I'm not some goddamn princess."

Mammon looks at his glove, seeing as the motion of her pull had tore through the material. It was a reminder of how sharp her scales were.

It wasn't deep enough to cut his actual skin. But the damage on his glove was done. A rush of anger at her defiance. 

He sneers, looking between the café and her short figure. A cloud of green exits through his teeth as he grips her by the neck, lifting her effortlessly to his face.

[F/n] grabs his wrists, squeezing equally as hard, as her wings flutter behind her to give herself some leverage and room to breathe.

She looks genuinely shocked for a moment, though it only took a second for her to regain composure to glare at the sin with bared teeth. Scales began to form on her complexion. 

Mammon stares deeply into her eyes with a menacing smile. His miniature eyes emitting a soft glow.

"REMEMBER Y'R PLACE BENEATH ME BEFORE I REMIND YA'."

He let's her go, watching as she wobbly lands on her feet.

I gust of wind hits his face as she flapped her wings to soften the fall. The scales that covered her face immediately erase as the tension breaks with a longer sharp inhale of air.

They had instantly gained the attention of everyone around them if they hadn't already, silence deafening.

[F/n] felt humiliated. Hurt. Used.

Defeated, for once.

"I don't fuckin' pay ya to run 'round with y'r bitch hormones. I hired ya' to serve me and me only."

[F/n] bites her lower lip, her claw reaching up to feel where his met her throat.

That was the first time he'd ever grabbed her like that. Sure he'd scream and threaten her before, even swung at her at times however each time he did so slow enough to miss.

He'd chuck random items in reach sometimes knowing she could just dodge or fly out of the way.

It never crossed further than that.

Now to be grabbed by the neck? That was new.

The trace of his hand lingered warningly as she tried to sooth over her bruised skin.

She looked up at him, tail tucked in between her legs.

He would only ever harm people he saw replaceable. His subordinates. The realization came crashing down on her incredibly hard.

He could've just as easily killed her in that moment, snapped her neck and that would've been it.

Did their history mean nothing to him? 

What changed?

"Fuck you..." It came as a whisper.

Unsure of whether he heard that or not, he chose to ignore it either way in favor of her tail.

He pointed at it, releasing a laugh as if it was the most amusing thing he'd seen.

It felt nauseating. One moment he was warm: the next, cruel.

Despite all the time spent, she concluded he never saw her as anything further than another form of entertainment.

An animal he can poke and prod for a reaction. Even in her state of shock all he did was laugh. The sound echoed in her head.

A familiar tone rings, buzzing. And Mammon instantly snaps out of his laughter.

He fishes through his pocket to pick up his phone.

His alarm was going off.

"Ahh fuckin' bitch— meeting is about to start." He groans, recovering quickly.

"C'mere." He demands, forgiving the glare she shot at him as he pulled her arm so forcefully she knew she'd bruise.

Mammon teleports the two of them into his office.

The jiggles of coins chime as he lands into his web, [F/n] perched beside him.

Her eyes widen slightly, trying to adjust herself in a better position. She tugs on one of her wings stuck into the webbing with an irritated scowl. He quickly removed the damaged glove and snaps a new one in its place out of thin air.

Mammon, who's busy with a drumstick he seemingly pulled from nowhere, nonchalantly untangles her wing in a simple swipe.

He stops chewing for a second to give her a toothy smirk: [F/n] returning a huff.

"Oh come off it will ya', ya' bitch?"

"We need to talk."

Mammon, who doesn't give it any thought, takes another bite of his food.

"More bitchin'." He imagines.

"Some other time."

[F/n] looks away from him, curling her tail around her leg to try and provide some sort of self comfort. She felt disappointed.

Despite all the breakthroughs made in their partnership, he still treated her like an object. His object. Something he was free to do whatever he wanted to. Truth be told, it stung deeply.

It was the only thing she could think about lately.

There was no denying Mammon grew incredibly on her, she only wished he felt the same in return. Maybe then he wouldn't be so needlessly mean.

Was it something she did? Something she didn't do?

There was no point in even thinking about it, [F/n] didn't want to be embarrassed again. She refused.

Security open the doors of his office, and in come a small group of incubi.

The one leading the group takes a quick bow before the two, tipping his hat while smiling on his way up.

Both watch as they fill the room, trotting with some briefcases in hand. The thumps of their boots semi-absorbed into the carpet they walked on.

"What an honor to see Mammon and his little butterfly, even more so present our wonderful idea to." He starts, slowly pacing left and right.

"We all know about the massive, massive, slaughter that came of the drakon specie during the first war with heaven. Terrible thing really." He smirks.

[F/n] raises her brow, crossing her arms further.

"A bigger shame would be to allow the fun of them go." The incubus pulls out his phone to project a screen before them.

[F/n] and Mammon look less than impressed.

"I present to you the dragon dildo, made with real dragon scales! The synthetic crap can't compare to this." He chuckles, arms extended either way.

The incubi look impressed by their own work. "Dragon scales are the hardest material in all of hell. This thing would be fucking indestructible! It's every horny sinner's dream!"

Mammon yawns, waving a finger.

"And how exactly are ya' going to farm real scales? There's hardly a handful of drakons in all o' hell left mate n' the survivors are all considered royalty."

"Well my good sir, that's where we were hoping you would come in. Seeing as you already possess one of them. I'm sure the king of greed wouldn't mind parting with it in turn for a greater profit."

[F/n] leans out of her seat, seething at the disrespectful implication. "Are you stupid or suicidal?"

The incubus hands one of his partners the briefcase, who held it sideways.

"Oh but my dear, you are very valuable. Your title as knight is only a benefit you see. You can be a brand on its own with how infamous your status was."

He starts unclipping the handles of the case.

"My title was granted to me because of how efficient I was in fighting angels. You— I'd MOP the floor with you."

Mammon tugs her back onto his side. His expression doesn't say much, however, the hand planted around her thigh possessively said it all.

"Y're gonna die for wastin' my time." He snarls, grinning wildly.

Mammon snaps his fingers and in rushes his security of robot Fizzarollis.

[F/n] felt him squeeze her thigh as he presses her deeper into his side. Her initial anger melting as her heart beats faster in reaction. [F/n] stares up at him, his image burning into her mind.

Her hand rested on his chest— able to feel his warmth, his breathing, it felt too intimate.

She felt his heartbeat at her fingertips, beating a tad bit faster than usual.

Then, she remembered. She thought his claim over her was nothing more than superficial, for looks, all this to keep her obedient and lull her back into his claws until the next time she slightly agitated him.

She looks back at the group, frowning.

"Shame, really. I was hoping you'd cooperate for your sake." The incubi frowns.

He opens his briefcase, incubi's devilish smile doesn't go unnoticed.

[F/n], unable to say anything in time, connects two and two as a familiar glint reflects off the metal brandished.

Breaking out of Mammon's grasp, she straddles him and extends her wings— covering as much of him as she possibly could.

A glowing bullet hits [F/n] directly the bend of her wing, the jolt of pain sucking the wind out of her as she slips onto Mammon's stomach.

The incubi's angelic revolver smokes at the barrel.

Security tackles the gunman.

They struggle to get each of his henchmen into cuffs, but with increasing numbers it quickly becomes apparent the gunman along with his goons has no chance.

Mammon immediately moves to shield [F/n] with his body, placing her onto the web. They both look at wound, [F/n] hissing as she tries to stretch her injured wing.

"Fuck— A-Are ya' alright? I didn't think..."

"I'm fine Ammo, he just nailed my joint. That's it." She interrupted, groaning.

His face turns between her injury and her expression several times. He looked worried. His eyes glossed. 

[F/n] frowns.

Electricity flies off of Mammon, turning to look at the commotion behind him. Panic quickly turns into rage as he bursts out of his confined costume with a deafening yell.

The room fills with green.

Sounds of screaming immediately follow.

Mammon smashes some of the incubi into the floor, completely crushed under his weight. He makes sure to smear them in, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he does so.

Those unfortunate enough not to cease on impact were left wailing in agony: taking a fistful of the carpet in a hopeless attempt to pull themselves away with a gaping hole going through their back to their stomach..

It was messy.

The blood from their bodies popped similarly to that of water-balloons. It was a gross, alleviating sight. [F/n] could take comfort knowing sinners like these wouldn't be able to come after her again.

After having his fun, Mammon darts his head towards the remaining incubus.

His mini spider eyes radiated a toxic green as he slinked over. The two robo-fizzies who had captured him meekly raised him towards Mammon: who instantly snatches the man and brings him towards his eye level.

"PLEASE N—"

"B̴͍͚̀E̴̯̘̊G̴͈͍͝ ̸̯̩̌F̸͖̗̈́Ò̸͉́Ṛ̶̪͆ ̶͓̑͒Y̷̥͌͂Ŏ̴̖̩̒U̷̲̳͆͌Ṙ̶̟̂ ̸̦͓͂L̶͍̺̈́Ḯ̸̬F̶̨͓͋̅E̵̩̦̋."

Before even giving him the chance, his please come strangled into whispers as Mammon squeezes him in his fist.

He exhales a large green cloud onto his pitiful expression as he attempts to gasp for air, coughing violently in response. A crack erupts.

Mammon drops him to the floor, watching as he contorted with a deafening scream. Observing him cry for a moment: he does the same as he dealt with the ones previously, popping him like an unwanted pimple.

His breathing labored, the high coming down upon realizing he was the last of the group.

Mammon raises one of his bloodied spider legs out of a fresh carcass, inspecting it, grumbling something under his breath.

The security group of robo-fizzies seem unsure on how to proceed, each of them timidly watching awaiting orders.

"The fuck are ya' looking at? Get this cleaned up NOW!" He roared.

The robots scrambled, tumbling over each other as they struggled to organize themselves.

Mammon slinks back towards [F/n], expression instantly softening.

She lets out a whine, yanking out the glowing particle as the pain of it courses through her back. "Gods fuck that hurt..." [F/n] bit her tongue, aimlessly tossing the bullet at the floor.

"Shit, let's go get ya' patched up beautiful." He mumbles, taking her carefully into his arms as if she'd shatter entirely at the slightest bump.

"Fucking— OW!"

"Ahh can ya' fuckin' hold still for a minute mate!?"

Mammon quickly wraps a thick webbing around her wing, using a splint to keep it straight in place.

[F/n] squirms, suppressing the acid-ball forming at her throat. Mammon makes his final wrap as he sticks the web onto itself, hands gently caressing her wing.

He sighs.

Neither of them say anything for a moment. The silence deafening as the reality of the situation sinks in.

He frowns, gently letting go of his work.

Moving to cup her cheek as he turns her expression towards him even gentler, afraid he would somehow shatter her.

"Why the face? What's the matter beautiful?"

There it was, again, the rapid beating of her heart over his artificial pet names.

"Nothing. Just... I can't fucking believe I got shot right in the elbow." She mumbles, sparing a glance at his handiwork on her wing.

"Normally my scales are able to tank angelic bullets... Maybe I'm becoming weak." [F/n] sighed.

"I, uh, well ya'know... That bullet would'a sent me to the bloody hospital. Cunt aimed for my head." Mammon swallows.

He drags a finger under the fabric of his neck, pulling on it momentarily.

"And honestly... I think y're the only bloody demon crazy enough who'd ever do anything like that for me."

He strokes the webbing gingerly, feeling the material brush against the rest of her scales. He paused.

Mammon tenses slightly as he rehearsed his next sentence in his mind dozens of times, feeling awkward as the very unfamiliar phrase leaves his tongue.

"So —uh— I appreciate ya' more than ya' think..."

It falls silent as her face hues.

Though it doesn't bother him remotely, continuing to massage around the bend of her wing.

If only he were consistently like this. Then it would make the signs so much more visible.

Visible he actually wanted her.

[F/n] swallows thickly, doing her best to calm the trot in her chest. She knew despite everything if she could go back in time she wouldn't change the outcome of it.

Even in the chaos of it all she cared too deeply about him to imagine him hurt. With that, the wave of knowing she completely lost to him finally came crashing down on her.

Their game of chess was finally concluded, he won, and that's why she needed to get out.

"Mammon we really need to talk."

Her wing pulls away from his petting, curling back into its usual space. He seemed disappointed as the warmth of her injured limb left his grasp.

"What about?"

Her lips quiver, the frown on her expression breaking through the poker face she tried to maintain. Her eyes water, tail curling.

She thinks of all of their mishaps together. To when she first agreed to work with him, their first banter, their first success together, how they progressively got more and more comfortable with each other.

She went from someone behind the scenes to being his only companion. He was a hothead, but so was she. But their differences felt too great: the hot and cold treatment was driving her crazy.

"We need to end our contract."

Mammon blinked. Frozen.

He slowly clenches his fists impossibly hard.

"Why? Was it because o' that fuckin' incubus? Y-Ya' watched me kill 'em. I promise next time I—"

"It's not that. None of that."

"Then what is it? Fuck changed?"

"Mammon as much as I love being here with you and working alongside you, I just can't be around you anymore."

It was obvious he didn't understand, his pause with unsure searching eyes sought to try and read the static expression she did her best to maintain. 

"I'm sorry."

Mammon felt himself burn. He felt his insides ignite with such intense desperation with a feeling he didn't entirely recognize.

Even knowing her more basic tasks could be given to someone else to fill just as easily did nothing to reassure him.

Hells he didn't feel this lost when Fizz quit his position. He got over that so insanely fast. It was deeper than that.

This was the only person he remotely cared about in all of hell resigning.

The idea felt so unreal.

"I'm so sorry." [F/n] repeated.

The click of her boots echo as she walked towards the double doors of his bedroom. Like a whisper, she faded.

Mammon watches as her tail hovers just above the ground. Immediately noting how she didn't just drag it as she normally would. The low rattle it'd make was erased, as if she wanted to create the least bit of noise possible.

Why? Did he scare her?

Nonsense. She was the only one who wouldn't cave to his ridiculous disrespect despite his threats. And though it did get in his nerves initially, it grew on him and made everything in his life new again.

He enjoyed hearing her voice.

Hearing her talk about frivolous, nonsensical, shit. Enjoyed observing the smallest things about her.

Like the way she would hide the joy in her expression but unable to maintain the same façade in her eagerly wagging tail.

Or the way her wings would flutter for a second whenever she was blushing.

Or when she would get too excited her hair would pulse the color of her element. And how whenever she's extremely upset her clear complexion starts forming scales as if she were ready to morph.

Or how she sometimes has difficulty not tearing clothes due to the sharpness of her claws. She would always let out a loud groan and a few swears before deciding if it were salvageable.

He felt electricity course through his body. His eyelid twitching.

[F/n] hugged herself, shutting the door behind her as she power walked through his manor.

She used her sleeve to wipe away the tears before they could spill. Quietly whimpering to herself to alleviate the ache in her chest.

She doesn't get very far however, before snapping out of her emotions as a loud bang interrupts her.

[F/n] points her gaze backwards, watching the doors fly open while cracking at the force of his push.

"OUR CONVO AIN'T OVER!"

She backs up hesitantly as Mammon runs at her. The thumping of his soles grew louder, seemingly indifferent at the idea he may trample her.

Clouds of swamp green smoke exit through his teeth. He halts just before her, punching a hole through the wall next to them to release his rage. Chips of brick and dust recoil along with his fist.

"You— YA' THINK YA' CAN JUST JOG OFF?" He growled, leaning down as he stared at her.

"Whatever idea ya got in that pretty lil' head o' yours, toss it. I won't break our contract. You are MINE."

[F/n] sighed, eyebrows furrowed as she shook her head at him.

"You don't get it." Her disbelief erases as her head comes to point towards his.

She snaps her fingers and out manifests a golden sheet between them with both their signatures held within the bottom. 

"It's written agreement in our contact that only requires the consent of one party to break it."

Mammon felt a drop of sweat come down his neck.

He froze. The pain grew.

And she was right, the section she was referring to glowed faintly among the rest of the text as she highlighted it. Demanifesting as she withdrew her hand.

"A rule you imposed since you were initially skeptical about my performance in your estate."

"I- I... Fuckin'..."

It goes silent.

The rush of anger evaporated from his body with the sparks. Feeling at a loss on what to say, Mammon swallows thickly as he blinks.

He reaches a hand to clutch the material over his chest, squeezing it.

His gaze eventually trails back to hers.

His mind returns to the thought of massive their height difference was. She was so small compared to him. It made his heart chirp. His hand comes up to erase the flustered look looming on his features.

Mammon recollects himself as best he can in a pathetic attempt. He brushes his hat shakily, the bells chiming as the material bounced back.

"So then tell me why—?"

[F/n] growls, pressing her claws into her palm.

"STOP!" She shouts at him, quickly wiping away at the corner of her eyes. "D-Don't make this needlessly complicated."

Again with the tears, only this time she couldn't prevent them.

Mammon frowned, reaching out to her. He wanted to console her, wipe away those tears. It pained him knowing he was the source.

The tip of his index finger brushed against her cheek unable to get far.

[F/n] swatted away his hand. And that hurt him.

"You fucking... g-goddamnit you fucking dumbass... Can't you see what's going on?" She hissed stomping a few steps away from him.

"I fell so hard for you, and it fucking blows because I can't just have you." She turned towards him.

[F/n] gestures to herself angrily through her cries. "Do you fucking get it now?! I'm in LOVE with you— that's why I need to get the hell away from you. I want to be something more to you but you'll only ever see me as your subordinate."

She shouted, adrenaline coursing through only heighted by her emotional outburst.

Mammon grabs her despite her struggling with his lower pair of hands, leaning over and forcing her to allow him to clean her face.

He absorbs her tears through the material of his upper pair of gloves with gentle strokes.

She grips his wrists with enough force that'd dislocate them if he were any other sinner. He felt her tremble against him.

How could he not notice her pain before?

How long ago did she start feeling this way?

There was a pool of regrets swimming in his chest and among them the biggest was not erasing her doubts sooner.

"What fuckin' nonsense have ya' been telling y'reself this entire time? I'm smitten with ya' dollface."

"You're a king sin— hell you outed Asmodeus for dating someone beneath him, how am I any different from that? People would think you're a hypocrite."

"Ya' think I give a remote fuck about what these cunts think? I'm the richest fucker in all o' hell, I didn't get here caring about what some bitch thinks o' me. I don't really give a flying shit about Asmodeus fuckin' some circus imp."

[F/n] immediately becomes less resistant to his advance. [E/c] eyes staring up at him in disbelief.

She searched desperately for any indication he was lying.

Mammon cups her jawline.

"I dunno how ya' haven't realized how obsessed I am with ya'... Thought it was reaaal obvious: I mean for fuck's sake I don't wanna be anywhere without ya'. Everything I do is with you." Mammon sighed nervously.

He lifted her in her arms, bringing down his face to gently set his forehead onto hers.

He didn't entirely recognize it before, but now that the cat was out of the bag it was so painfully apparent.

Everything he did was by her, to her, and for her. He found himself more temperamental and bored in the situations he had to exist without her. The cogs in his head finally spun, blushing for a mere moment as he finally admitted it out loud. 

"I'm obsessed with ya princess. I'm fuckin' crazy over you."

If her heart pounded any faster she was sure she'd pass out.

Her eyes glued to the tiny white slits in the sea of bright green within his eyes.

They both glance down at each other's lips then back at their gaze.

Immediately realizing what the other was doing, they both smash into each other desperately. Mammon felt a firework go off in his head. She was putty in his hands. A little butterfly caught in his web.

He growled.

[F/n] caresses his features, brushing her thumbs over his cheeks and pulling him closer.

A surge of electricity runs through his expression and tickles hers affectionately. It courses her hands and down her arms eagerly. 

Mammon drags his bicolored tongue across her lips, pushing himself in at the slightest gap.

Their tongues dance and with no protest Mammon explores his new territory. Their teeth clatter, Mammon doing his best not to pierce her.

The taste of coffee and pastries still lingered strongly on his saliva. Their tongues dance, aching. It's as if they couldn't get close enough to one another, both feverishly pushing into each other craving every bit of contact the other could provide.

Pleased with her submission, he makes way back into his room.

Massaging her ass with his upper pair of hands and grabbing onto her heels with the other. [F/n] releases a muffled moan.

Mammon breaks the kiss first, glancing at the spirit trail that still connected them. He licks the drool from his lips, savoring their long overdue tension-breaker.

He steals a few more pecks before taking a seat on his bed, holding onto her. He brushed a strand of her [h/c] hair out of her face.

Mammon chuckled softly, enamored with the bright hue on her complexion: gaze hungry.

Mammon stares at her. Unmoving. As his breathing very audibly becomes heavier.

It takes him a painful few seconds to snap out of his own trance.

"As much as I wanna fold ya' in my bed and have ya' take care of my stiffy— y're injured and need to rest princess."

"Oh come the fuck on Ammo, I'm fine!" [F/n] pouts, huffing while trying to feel him up through his clothes.

She slinks downwards to attempt and grind against the growing tent underneath his layers of clothes to entice him.

Mammon with every bit of self control in his body, has none of it, interwinding her hands into his instead with force as he pulls her back up to steal another peck.

"I love y're excitement but I will hurt you."

"You're no fun."

"You'll fuckin' get what you want later... Needy whore."

He scoots closer into bed.

Mammon snaps his fingers. A puff of green surround both of them, clearing quickly to reveal he had changed them into their sleepwear. He smiles softly.

His blanket flies over them as he adjusts more comfortably, plopping [F/n] on his chest.

[F/n] coils into a ball, purring happily while nuzzling herself into the crook of his neck. She quickly settles. His hand reaches to pet her hair lovingly, listening patiently as her purring gradually became more distant overtime until she drifted off entirely. 

Mammon sighed with satisfaction, captivated, only then closing his eyes. "Y're gonna stay mine forever." 

[lesbian-octoling]

Hello all, and welcome to the third round of salmonid adopts: Horrorboros edition! Availability, rules, and other information below the cut!

What is an adoptable?

An adopt is a pre-designed character that I create, and you can ‘buy’ to be able be able to use and claim as your own character. Of course, since these are splatoon based I’m not selling the concepts of splatoon, just the idea and design of the character itself.

INFO + RULES:

Once you buy the adopts, they’re yours. You’re welcome to redesign, alter, give away and/or trade as you see fit. The only thing I don’t allow is reselling for a higher price (same or below is fine).

Though these are meant to be splatoon adopts, you’re welcome to use them for any setting that you please! They’re not inherently limited to splatoon; especially the more unique characters.

The placeholder names, personality, and info are just.. placeholder/concepts! You can name them whatever you want, give them any pronouns, personality, lore, whatever! I won’t feel bad lol

Once I receive payment, I’ll send you a full size, transparent, unwatermarked image of your adopt!

I can hold them for up to a week!

If one is on hold, you can still message and ask to be next in line if whatever they’re being held for doesn’t work out.

AVAILABILITY + PRICING:

Base price for each adopt is currently $40 USD (A bit pricier than my usual ones cus I worked really hard on these ones + they're really detailed), however, you can check out some discounts at the bottom!

Also, please keep in mind that my last adopt post had an issue where I could not edit the post after posting it, so if you see this message, PLEASE check the notes to see if any have sold, as this list won't be accurate.

“SCREAMO” - ON HOLD [3/10/23] A horrorboros that decided to put their voice to use instead of filling their mouth with slime. Quit your big run, join my screamo band!

“CAROUSEL” - ON HOLD [3/11/23] After sneaking a peek at Wahoo World, this horrorboros fell in love with the aesthetic of the beasts on the carousel, and became inspired to work on some fashion... in between battles, of course.

“LITTLE PRINCE” - SOLD [Note: this is a 2 for 1, do not separate them <3 ] A cohozuna who's taken it upon themself to raise this silly little... noodle into a proper king salmonid.

“THE TOWER” - SOLD A young teen horrorboros who wants to be a stinger, not a silly booyah bomb thrower!

DISCOUNTS + DEALS

Yeah, we know this is what you’re here for!  I’m going to offer several discounts and deals, which are subject to change, and may or may not pop in and out! This is my first time trying some of this.

COMMISSION BUNDLE If you buy a character from me, you can also get a get a commission of that character for 25% off to come with it! This only applies once, and has to be worked out around the time of purchasing the character. You choose the type of commission you’d like! Commission info is here.

PASSION DISCOUNT If you do a piece of fanwork for one of these characters- come up with extensive lore, a piece of art, a piece of writing, etc- and I can tell you actually put some effort and passion into it, then you can get them for 30% off… making them $28! It doesn’t have to be anything fancy and I’m not going to judge you by how ‘good’ your work is- again, it’s only judged by passion for the character. If I can tell you genuinely enjoyed it and had fun and will love the character you get (instead of having them simply sit on a dusty shelf or resold, etc), you get the discount! If you’re worried about the work taking a while but you want to wait until it’s done to buy them, no worries! I can hold a character for up to a week for you.

BONUS LORE If you wanna shell out an extra $5, I can fully flesh out the placeholder lore for you and come up with something much more fleshed out! Names, backstory, personality, all the bells and whistles. I can also work with you to fit it into any preexisting lore or characters you might want them to be worked with! Once again, you’re welcome to change any of this- but I’ll work with ya on it to make sure it’s something you like!

TRADES I’m a bit iffy on art trades or character trades, but I’m not going to say they’re out of the question. You’re welcome to ask!

[shinsart]

Talksprite Commissions | Gacha Adopt Commissions | Open Adopts | Kofi Shop

Shifter Troll Adopts Batch 01 (33% Off)

I've had a rather large amount of unexpected expenses this month so I'm trying to (hopefully) recoup my losses. Expect to see a bunch more adopts from me in the near future! That being said, I'm pretty damn proud about how these turned out! :)

Boosts highly appreciated!!! And feel free to check out the Kofi Shop for anything else that's up for grabs!

Arctic Fox Shifter - SOLD

Barbary Lion Shifter - 30$ 20$ - Kofi Link

Sun Bear Shifter - 30$ 20$ - Kofi Link

Eagle Owl Shifter - PRECLAIMED

You can buy the designs directly from my Kofi Shop! No more waiting for replies and file transfers!

Please note that I changed my rules recently! I opened up things that were previously not allowed, so please have a fresh read trough! Thanks!

Rules/Info under the cut

GENERAL ADOPT RULES:

I can make a ToyHouse transfer, if you want it

Don’t use it for hateful content, NFTs or feed it into AI software

Don’t claim the design as your own, please make sure you credit me appropriately (aka, first posting the art and crediting on their profile)

You are allowed to gift or trade the design

You are only allowed to resell at a lower price than the original!

If you have added additional art to this design, you may raise the resell price above the original.

Gender is free for you to choose and you may edit the design as well, as long as the it remains recognizable

This includes changing the species

If the design is POC you're not allowed to change those design elements

Adopts are not to be used for Commercial Use! If you want to use the Design commercially, you can ask for and buy a commercial use license

Thank you in advance!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I told my boyfriend the necklace he got me is not as good as he thinks it is?

My boyfriend was recently very excited to get me a choker necklace. He told me he was excited because he got a nice, handmade one off Etsy, as opposed to buying one off Amazon.

The thing is, it's clearly (to me, an experienced discount shopper) something from a dropship store.

To be clear: I love the necklace! I'm not someone who needs top quality stuff all the time. It's really cute and solidly good quality, just clearly not handmade as he was led to believe. He's also sent me other stores he believes sell handmade goods on Etsy that are also clearly dropshippers.

I DON'T want to tell him as a way of saying "this necklace is bad quality and I don't like it," because I do like it and it's solidly mid quality (not bad,) it's very cute and I intend on keeping it and wearing it often. I just am concerned that he may have (probably did) buy it at a really inflated price for what it is, and don't want him to continue believing that everything from Etsy is handmade. He's from a different financial background than me, and I feel that may be why he didn't recognize the store as something that's reselling cheaply made goods as handmade, since I was raised to always be looking for discounts and to do a lot more research into things i buy. He was just really excited that this necklace was "really nicely handmade" (something that honestly he would care about more than me, he really likes getting me nice things) when it really isn't as nice as he thinks it is. He's also someone who cares a lot about the ethics of things like this.

TLDR:

I might be the asshole because: it could come off as unappreciative of the gift he got me, cynical, and/or negative.

I might be the asshole if I DIDN'T (AKA I might not be the asshole) because: He's probably overpaying for what he got, he might overpay in the future for items solely because he believes Etsy = handmade

WIBTA if I told him, gently, that some of the things on Etsy are dropshipped, including the necklace he was really excited about, and to make sure he's not getting scammed?

What are these acronyms?

[wepwawah]

why can’t we include your art in future sales of characters? it just seems a bit odd

bc i don't like it ? i've seen other folks who've had that in their tos

prefacing that not every1 does this-- there's a culture around adopts/closed species (ocs in general esp on toyhouse) which i don't like where ppl sometimes just toss around characters willy nilly and resell with raised prices (even if it's gift art) that makes me uncomfortable, to put it simply :^/

[dkakapizzaboy]

He was Sunshine, I was Midnight Rain

Masterlist || Taglist Form

Pairing: CEO! Fashion Designer! Seokmin x Rival Company CEO! Fashion Designer! fem! Reader Genre: fluff, Angst( a little bit), smut (more suggestive and soft honestly)- MDNI Words: 1.4K Synopsis: He was sunshine and roses and you were orchids and moonlight. Two very different people in the same industry. He was loved and you were feared, he was a warm cup of tea on a cold day and you were a bucket of ice-cold water. What would happen if two highly sought-after, up-and-coming sustainable fashion brands decided to work together on an exclusive, once-in-a-lifetime collaboration? A/N: Hi Hi, this is my contribution to the @svthub 's secret garden: a spring collab! You can read the stories for the rest of the members here! Please go and check them out! This went very differently than what I had planned in the beginning. Nonetheless, I had fun writing it and I hope you guys would forgive the shortage of smut!

Taglist: @junhui-recs @drunk-on-dk @kayleeshinee @wonuhour @enhacolor

One spring afternoon, when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom and their sweet fragrance lingered in the air, Seokmin arrived at your office, early as usual, a habit that had been passed down to him from his mother. He was currently sitting in the waiting area, waiting for you to finish the previous meeting you were in, as he took in the decor. 

Everything in this area was about the silhouette, the off-white triangle marble table, that played off the triangle in the gold and beige abstract painting that was hanging on the wall opposite to him.

The only pop of color in this waiting area was a single blue orchid branch that was in an off-white cuboid-shaped vase sitting on the triangle table. 

Seokmin's office was probably the complete 180 of your space, with warm-colored walls, cozy rugs, and an excessive amount of indoor plants. 

The difference in office decor could be directly translated to the designs the two of you had put out in the world. 

Your designs were all about shapes and architecture, minimalist in color, while Seokmin was famous for his nature-inspired creations, full of vibrance and life.

This collaboration was far from comfortable for both of you, but both of your companies needed the exposure and the money. 

Sustainably sourcing materials while giving fair wages was not an easy task, especially for a newer brand like Seokmin's. But his top priority had been to keep his products affordable, which meant smaller quantities produced as there were very slim margins and they couldn't afford huge inventories. His designs had become a huge talking point in the resellers' market. His CFO, Mingyu, had told him to raise the prices, as both demand and quality of goods were on his side or his company would go under. Seokmin had agreed to this collaboration to justify the price rise (mostly to himself, as the world already knew how valuable his products were).

Your company, on the other hand, wanted the fame. You wanted to compete (and beat) the old luxury brands that mass-produced their boring products in sweatshops, sacrificed animals for "quality leather and fur", and had in general shady history. You'd fought tooth and nail over the years to get to where you were, but you needed a final big push to get to where these other brands were. Hence, this collaboration. You'd worked your ass off and you knew you deserved it.

Your secretary finally called out his name, and guided him to your office, but not before letting him know she was a huge fan of his work and was excited for him and her boss to collaborate. 

Seokmin had probably seen you once or twice in passing at fashion events but seeing you fully, sitting in your office chair with the back of a drawing pencil between your teeth and a single strand of hair escaping your bun and almost touching your lips was probably the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. 

He was instantly reminded of the orchid back in the waiting area. 

Orchids epitomize luxury, strength, beauty, and love. Seokmin didn't really know about the love portion yet, but there was a magnetism about you and your aura...and he couldn't peel his eyes away. 

The meeting went surprisingly smoothly, as even though your expressions of art were polar opposites, your views on sustainability and your respect for each other's work and process instantly made you friends. It felt like you'd known Seokmin for years, talking to him felt so easy and natural. It also helped that he was (far too) easy on the eyes. 

The two of you also shared a new similarity now... unknowing to the other, you'd both become each other's muses. When your meeting was over, both of you went to your studio and came up with designs that reminded you of the other. You drew sharp lines, inspired by Seokmin's chiseled face and strong arms while imagining what it must be like to be held lovingly by him while running a hand across his jaw. He drew big, bold, beautiful petals, full of vivacity and panache that you encapsulated. To the world, you might've seemed cold and harsh, a shade of grey, but in his eyes (and heart), you were a beautiful burst of colors.

You both had, quite literally, become each other's object of affection.

...

The two of you had decided to visit together places that inspired the other to find inspiration and come up with designs together. 

You took him to the local library that was built on Roman-inspired architecture, with big beautiful columns and elegantly carved archways. He took a lot of pictures with his camera that was hung around his strong neck by a red strap. He looked effortlessly sexy in black jeans and a black t-shirt, and you had to practically stop yourself from jumping him when he correctly observed a carved flower in one of the archways that was the inspiration for one of your early collections.  

He took you to his favorite park and you sat on the ground underneath a banyan tree, hearing the chirping of birds, seeing flowers swing in the air in full spring bloom. You wore a purple dress and talked about your journey to reach where you were today, the challenges and hardships you overcame to become who you were, and Seokmin was yet again reminded of the beautiful orchid, your strength and beauty unparalleled.

...

You had your first fight a few weeks later, frustrated by the deadline and the lack of progress, you had screamed at him. And then he grew quiet. And did not talk to you for the rest of the week. It was as though the entire world had drained out of color. There was no joy in the world, the spring flowers in the park seemed duller, and the chirping of the birds seemed quieter as you sat down under the banyan tree again, hoping to find some solace, mustering up the courage to go and apologize to him.

Fate, on the other hand, had other plans. 

Seokmin had left his house for the park the first time that week after the fight, hoping to cheer himself up and watch some flowers. On his way, he saw a little girl with a bouquet full of orchids, and his heart hurt like a thousand needles had punctured it. As he entered the park, he saw you sitting under the tree.

He sat down next to you, and you cried into his shoulder, apologising profusely. He only gave you, what you could describe as, the brightest, sunniest smile you'd ever seen. Your heart skipped a beat. 

You wiped your face, held his with your hands, and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. His heart skipped two.

...

After that day, there was a sense of harmony between you two. It was as though all the design differences, creative blocks, every problem in the world had vanished away. Soon, it was the launch day.

There was a party, celebrating the launch of the collaboration and as soon as the collection dropped, it was out of stock.

It was a milestone, for both of you as your peers at the party congratulated you, out of admiration and envy. But nothing and nobody mattered because Seokmin was looking at you with so much joy and adoration that there, in front of all the eyes in the world, you kissed him. You were feeling vulnerable inside, exposing your weakness, your feelings in front of everyone. You had finally shown your color to the world.

Seokmin kissed you back immediately, his heart dissolving into a puddle, overwhelmed by his feelings and yours. He felt like he was floating in the sky. He'd been wanting to kiss you ever since he laid eyes on you.

Later that night, after countless congratulations and overwhelmingly positive reviews, Seokmin made love to you. Each touch was addicting, your skin was soft as petals, your perfume was sweet as nectar as he kissed and touched every inch of your body, remembering and repeating what gave you the most pleasure. You were soft, and warm, like a warm, warm blanket on a cold night, he never wanted this night to end. 

His orchid was in full bloom, her beauty and her strength was a luxury to see up close....and Seokmin was in love.

(On your first anniversary, you and Seokmin would go on to gift one another the designs you'd made after meeting each other for the first time.)

[saltminerising]

…how does reselling negatively impact artists? materially? feeling disrespected is one thing, but everyone always talks about how it’s so harmful when it’s… just another sale. if your accents are consistently reselling high, there’s more demand for them than there is supply. sell more copies, or raise your prices, or do reprints, and you’ll make more money. resellers aren’t causing you to lose money, economics are.

[anime-cat-art]

Another adoptable! Once purchased, you will receive the full quality reference image! Flat price of $15 USD. Payment through PayPal invoice. Comment or DM if interested!

RULES

 - You may not resell this design for more than it was originally bought  for, unless you have purchased commissions to raise the value.

 - You may trade or gift the design to someone else, but please let me know who the new owner is.

 - You are allowed to change the design however you'd like once it is yours.       

[walks-the-ages]

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[gluevah]

I've noticed Build-A-Bear gradually raising the prices and lowering the quality for years, but recently it seems like they're leaning into FOMO and Hype Culture on top of that, and the resellers have gotten to Rae Dunn levels of obsessive/ruining it for everyone else 😭 I want off this ride

They really are, and it's absolutely working. And it benefits everybody BUT collectors/kids. Build-a-Bear uses resellers to get intel which releases are popular enough to restock and raise prices on, and resellers use Build-a-Bear's ridiculously limited releases to their advantage to get more sales from people with FOMO. They both know that the hype surrounding anticipated releases basically sells the product with no advertising, so resellers keep an eye on collector spaces to see what's coming and when.

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

this is about a gas station raising the price for a gallon of gas to 10 bucks

why are libertarians like this? like i've said before, they literally cannot comprehend second or third order effects. their calculus begins and ends with their ideal of a rational atom.

they don't take into consideration honor or loyalty or community or charity or goodwill or any other aspect of the human experience.

to them it is just all about cold rationality and profit. and they wonder why they aren't politically relevant.

and to take it even a step further they can't comprehend that maybe price gouging like this will turn the community against them and run them out of business. i've seen it happen before! so in that way, it would actually be in their long-term self-interest (if that's all you care about) to not price gouge their neighbors in their time of need. or worse, maybe their community will become violent and just take the gas without paying anything.

they make this argument that it's actually for the customers! it makes it so that the wealthy few don't buy all the gas and hoard it!

but does that actually happen? disasters in areas that have price gouging laws....do they commonly result in a few rich people hoarding all the resources? and in disasters in areas without price gouging laws, do they usually see a more equitable distribution of resources? i am genuinely asking. i don't know. but my intuition tells me that isn't actually the case.

and i don't see why an increased price would stop a wealthy person from doing precisely that anyway? the price increase would be negligible to them. it's only really cost prohibitive to the poorest of the community.

also, why couldn't you just ration it? put a limit to how much someone can get? that would achieve the same goal but it wouldn't inherently benefit the wealthy.

also another argument i see these types make: "it incentivizes other gas suppliers to bring more gas supply into the area to make a profit!"

and lmao okay. how many gas suppliers are in a position to be bringing gas into a region that is devastated and actively flooding and roads and infrastructure are totally destroyed? no one is bringing gas into the area regardless of the "profit motive" you idiot. it is just not physically possible.

like there isn't already an incentive to resupply just in general. like people are going to try less hard to resupply unless the potential for profit is more than double. lmao.

also according to this logic why wouldn't this just incentivize the first wealthy person to purchase all of it and then resell it at an even higher price?

i would even understand raising the price by a couple bucks to cover the increased costs of eventual resupply. but over double? this is clearly just a bunch of people trying to exploit their desperate neighbors and it's antisocial as fuck and should not be tolerated.

[simmercreator]

ATTENTION

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 THERE'S ALREADY A FEW EXCLUSIVE POSES WHICH WERE ON GUMROAD.

ALSO, PLEASE DON'T RESELL OR REUPLOAD MY EXCLUSIVE POSTS TO THE SITES FOR FREE, BECAUSE IN OTHER WAYS I WILL NEED TO RAISE THE PRICES.

SOME OF MY OLD POSES ARE GOING TO BE FIXED, EVERYDAY I'M GETTING BETTER AND BETTER, IT'S NOT THAT MY POSES ARE NOW BAD, I JUST WANT TO ADJUST THEM SLIGHTLY SO THEY COULD LOOK MORE AND MORE REALISTIC.

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