#gift card holder box

[paganfantasy]

Tree of Life Trinket Box |Size- 8" x 5" x 2.5"

https://amzn.to/3QDHm0x

Perfect size to store tarot cards, or little treasures. 8"Long x 5"wide x 2.5" high

[plushflower]

It’s easy …….money (small item) card

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[easykartlabels]

The Ultimate Guide to Christmas Kraft Bags

As the festive season approaches, the charm of Christmas kraft bags shines brightly. These eco-friendly and versatile gift carriers are not only practical but also brimming with rustic elegance. Whether you’re looking for sustainable gift wrapping or stylish packaging, Christmas kraft bags are an excellent choice for spreading holiday cheer.

Why Choose Christmas Kraft Bags?

1. Eco-Friendly Alternative

Made from biodegradable materials, kraft bags are an environmentally-conscious choice, reducing waste during the holiday season.

2. Rustic and Stylish Appeal

With their natural brown tones, Christmas kraft bags exude a warm, organic aesthetic that complements the festive spirit.

3. Easy to Customize

Kraft bags serve as blank canvases, allowing you to personalize them with decorations, stamps, or handwritten messages.

4. Versatility

Suitable for all types of gifts, from baked goods to clothing and handmade crafts, kraft bags provide a functional and stylish solution.

Types of Christmas Kraft Bags

1. Plain Kraft Bags

These simple yet elegant bags can be adorned with your choice of ribbons, tags, or stamps for a personalized touch.

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Featuring festive designs like snowflakes, Christmas trees, or reindeer, printed kraft bags are ready to use without additional decoration.

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Perfect for showcasing treats or gifts, these bags include a transparent window for a sneak peek of the contents.

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Options with sturdy handles or ribbon closures add convenience and a touch of elegance to the packaging.

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Crafted from recycled materials, these bags emphasize sustainability and are perfect for eco-conscious gift-givers.

Top Features to Look for in Christmas Kraft Bags

1. Durable Materials

Choose bags made of high-quality kraft paper to ensure they can hold heavier gifts without tearing.

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Look for bags with holiday-themed patterns or embellishments to enhance the festive vibe.

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From small pouches for jewelry to larger bags for clothing or toys, kraft bags are available in various sizes to suit your needs.

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Opt for bags that are not only made from recycled materials but also recyclable, contributing to a greener holiday season.

Creative Ways to Decorate Christmas Kraft Bags

1. Add Ribbons and Bows

Tie a vibrant ribbon or add a bow for a splash of color and sophistication.

2. Use Stamps and Stickers

Holiday-themed stamps and stickers are a quick and affordable way to decorate kraft bags.

3. Include Handwritten Notes

Write a personal message or draw festive illustrations directly on the bag for a unique touch.

4. Attach Mini Ornaments

Secure small ornaments, pinecones, or bells to the bag handles for added charm and creativity.

Popular Uses for Christmas Kraft Bags

1. Gift Wrapping

Ideal for all kinds of gifts, kraft bags provide a simple and elegant wrapping option.

2. Holiday Party Favors

Use kraft bags to package party favors or small tokens for guests at holiday gatherings.

3. Homemade Treat Packaging

Perfect for baked goods, candies, or jams, kraft bags keep treats fresh and beautifully presented.

4. Business Branding

For businesses, kraft bags offer a sustainable way to package products or corporate gifts, especially when personalized with logos or messages.

Benefits of Christmas Kraft Bags

Eco-Friendly: Biodegradable and recyclable, kraft bags are a sustainable gift-wrapping option.

Versatile: Suitable for a wide range of gifts and occasions.

Cost-Effective: Available at various price points to fit any budget.

Customizable: Easily personalized for added flair and sentimentality.

Where to Buy Christmas Kraft Bags

1. Online Retailers

Platforms like Amazon, Etsy, and specialized packaging websites offer a wide range of kraft bag designs and sizes.

2. Local Craft Stores

Check local craft stores for unique kraft bags and supplies for customization.

3. Wholesale Suppliers

Purchase in bulk from wholesalers for affordable prices, especially useful for businesses or large families.

4. Eco-Friendly Boutiques

Support eco-conscious brands by buying Christmas Kraft Bags made from recycled or sustainably sourced materials.

Tips for Selecting the Perfect Christmas Kraft Bags

Match the Gift: Ensure the bag size and design align with the gift’s dimensions and theme.

Prioritize Durability: Opt for sturdy materials, especially for heavier items.

Personalize When Possible: Add creative touches like ribbons, stamps, or tags to make the bag stand out.

Think Sustainability: Choose kraft bags that are recyclable or made from recycled materials.

The Charm of Giving with Christmas Kraft Bags

Christmas kraft bags bring together the magic of the holiday season and the growing need for sustainability. Their rustic charm, ease of use, and endless customization possibilities make them a thoughtful and stylish choice for gift-giving. Whether you're wrapping a heartfelt present for a loved one or packaging treats for a holiday party, kraft bags ensure that your gesture is as beautiful as it is meaningful.

[weyland-rutter-1995]

Wedding Gift Box, Card Box, Money Holder - Custom Made

[foldingfittedsheets]

Okay so my holiday gifts are getting ranked because I got stuff I’m super excited about that descends across a spectrum to… the weirdest gift item I think I’ve ever gotten.

First up:

This soft leather pouch with something inside. Already an obvious winner but wait!

A dragon themed D20 key ring!

That’s still not all she has babies!!!

The littlest dice set imaginable. Absolutely adore.

Next we have my first liquid core set!

Also a variety of super cute socks!!

I also got some cute house shoes, a better phone holder for the car, and Hades to finally own.

Next we get into mom gifts:

Starting pretty cute with these little paper boxes. I love them.

Next up, the puffy socks my beloved loves with grippy bottoms.

Also some glass straws with cute sea animals. Still solid!

Then there was just a tiny duck and a Costco gift card. Not unhappy! Tiny duck is cute and Costco is useful.

Then we’re gonna get a little weirder.

[takes1]

oh my lord i love your writing it literally has me geeked every time. any possibility you write more for my man asahi? i’ll take anything you have to offer but i can’t stop thinking about something similar in premise to the wrestling where, instead, it’s 7 minutes in heaven? possible details about the closet they’re in being too small for him, perhaps~ because what asahi fan doesn’t appreciate some size difference goodness

asahi azumane x reader w/ size kink

i literally said, out loud, "ohhh!!!" and started writing it as soon as i saw this ask - you have a gift for ideas my love. thank you for sending this in!!!

warnings. heavy nsfw. minors DNI

details. fem!reader / 7 min. in heaven / heavy size kink / heavy claustrophilia / soft top!asahi / mutual?crushing / manhandling / thigh riding / making out / hickeys and marking / semi PDA / rough but sweet!asahi / 2.3k words / oh lord another maybe? two parter

links. my masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. my imagines. my request box

"Well, it's not a closet per se," Suga cocked his head at the half-done, dusty, crawl space the group chose for this game, "But it'll do, right?"

Asahi glanced down at you and didn't stop. You were taken by a big wave of chills, crossed your arms, looked away, then back up-- and he was still looking down at you. Any hope of subtlety was over.

He nodded, despite being the most effected by the size problem of this unfortunate reality.

"Well, there's nothing in it."

A fair point. The other closets were filled with closet-like things. Towels, cleaning supplies, pantry items, tools. The group, consisting of mixed-up members of Karasuno volleyball teams, had a fun treasure hunt with that stuff, but this was what you were after. A closet to play your thirsty game in.

'Unfortunate' was just one mode of perception. Less room meant more contact, but nobody was saying that aloud.

"Can you even fit in here, dude?" Nishinoya clambered out with relative ease, albeit sideways.

Every girl except you looked away as Asahi tried, embarrassed at the way the boards creaked, how he wouldn't be able to enter normally because his shoulders were too wide for the space. He had to bend at the waist because he was far too tall. You scanned the empty space in front of him, warm and tingly.

There was some room! You could fit there and you would, maybe, die trying.

Ever since Daichi retired to his room for the night, nobody had taken up the burdensome mantle of responsibility. His dad-like severity had a strong influence on the types of activities that were 'allowed' to happen.

7 Minutes in Heaven would have never been brought up with him present.

As long as the Karasuno teams were quiet enough to not wake him, you could carry on.

It's not that a game of spin the bottle, or some truth or dare, was necessarily scandalous, but it was enough to get everybody giggling and generate the who-has-a-crush-on-who type of conversations. Since everybody left downstairs were the interested ones that hadn't gone to bed already, it left this smaller, more intimate group to carry out some otherwise repressed desires.

You weren't the first to go in, but it was clear that the first pairing didn't do anything. That was fine and all, and a good reminder that you didn't have to kiss, if you didn't want to.

When Asahi was asked who he wanted to spend the time with, he returned your previous admission from a different game.

"I mean- why would I not say (Y/n)?"

He looked from Suga, who had taken the mantle of 'fun-mom' in all of this, being the bottle-spinner and card-holder and question-maker, back to you.

You realized the time he took to look at his friend was probably the only instance in the past 30 minutes that his eyes hadn't been locked onto you, ever since you admitted your little crush for him.

Getting in was about as easy as you imagined.

It had you both packed so tight that you had maybe an inch to move, at best. It forced you to put your hands on each other, just to stay oriented in the pitch black, and not trip.

"G-od," He sighed, and you earned a centimeter of space for two seconds. Then he had to take another breath and you were immobilized again, "We gotta- gotta adjust, or somethi-ng."

A strained, "Y-eah," was all you could get out. This was not a space meant to fit two people.

"I think, if... I..."

In the darkness, all you could see was some vague shadows move as he stretched down. His palms swallowed up your sides, and you desperately tried to keep your excitement down when you felt for his shoulders. He curled you up and threaded a strong, wide thigh between yours.

Most of it was genuine adjustment, but that didn't mean that it felt any less erotic. Just having to wrap your arms around his body and pull, so that you could sit higher up on his leg, was making your heart race.

"That feel better?"

His grumbly tone forced your thighs to tighten, the way you sat becoming more arched.

You could only give him a whisper, voice strained, because of how nervous you felt, "Yes."

Asahi chuckled right away, his breath ghosting right past your temple.

It was impossible to tell if he was bent to purposefully be close, or if there was no space to straighten more. You assumed the most polite option.

"You, uh- you... comfortable?" He muttered, more against you instead of anywhere else he could've possibly spoken, "Comfortable enough- I guess?"

You laughed, "Sure, yeah."

His thumb started rubbing against your side as he laughed with you. You could feel yourself getting wet, and tried to suppress any automatic squirming.

"You're- a... a nice seat--," Your face scrunched, your innocent words unsuccessful at trying to make things silly, and easy.

"Oh?" He chuckled at you.

"I- didn't--," You looked up in the dark, but couldn't see anything, and tried to pray away your embarrassment, "I did not mean it like that."

His grin spread, and you could feel his stubble really clearly against your forehead.

A tiny kiss to your hairline made your fingers grip his t-shirt, your spine straighten, your poor heart work even harder.

"It's okay if you did," The smile in his voice was so sweet.

Kissing him was shockingly simple. You felt like you had lots to say, things to explain, but they were so unimportant when his lips were soft and reading you like an open book.

The only crucial detail needed, for the moment, in this closet, was that you were super into him, and he was at least entertaining it.

For minutes, he couldn't decide where, how, he wanted to hold you. His arms would trade off between pulling you against his front in a hug, so he could feel more of your body on his.

Or, he would take more of a direct route of using his hands to pull you in for kisses, by the back of the neck, with his other palm keeping you pressed hard against his thigh.

The switch would happen any time you weren't heavy enough on his leg, or when your back wasn't arched enough to stay smushed against his chest.

"M-mh-," He was rolling your hips for you, weighing you down more on his thigh, flexing it just so.

You squirmed, having to part, at his lewd sounds.

He searched for you, huffing, in the dark, "Does that feel good?"

The tone he used with you was genuine, despite how dirty the phrase felt. For a moment, he stopped rubbing you against him.

You swallowed the mixture of spit in your mouth and tried to wipe the drool off of your lips, trembling, "Y-eah, it-- it's--,"

When your hand dipped to fix the seam of your shorts, you accidentally grabbed something warm, and stiff, and just off of where he had you grinding.

"Oh-! Sorry," You retracted your hand, face radiating heat, "I'm sorry."

His chest swelled in a restrained gasp through his nose. His voice was higher, and different as he reassured you it was completely fine.

"Was- that--? Mmh--," Before you could finish your tentative question, he wrapped one arm around you, palming half ass, half hip, while the other yanked you against his torso. It seemed he had realized a good middle ground between his holds.

Another partial moan at how he was able to pull you further up -so that you were trapping his cock between your bodies- got cut off by another clumsy kiss.

He bit you, at your bottom lip, and it throbbed for the rest of the time you kissed him. It made you shove a hand down the back of his shirt, give him an otherwise embarrassing sound, that he ate right up.

What you could feel of his print throbbed against you. A weakness radiated down through your fingers and toes as you scratched lines into his bare skin. It didn't do shit. It was like he didn't even feel it.

Actually, you wanted that shirt off.

It took just three seconds of pitiful tugging for him to let off, pull it over his head with one hand, and swing it to the dusty floor. Forgotten.

He was rough when he put his hands back on you, when you returned it, tugging, wanting to be closer however possible.

"Fuck-!" You sighed, breathing hard, fast, at his busy sucking down your neck.

His nails dug into your skin, his breathing characterized by needy groans that sounded a lot like he in the middle of a workout, if anything.

Since when did he like you back? Was it just because you were available? Would he have done this with any of the girls on your team? Not that it was much of a competition- none of them thought he looked 'civilized' enough to entertain him as an option.

Your legs were jelly, your thoughts heavy, but it didn't matter.

His shoulders would stretch further with every huff, expanding and resetting, and you couldn't stop yourself from scouring every inch while he was over you. It was getting hot in here. He was getting tacky, a little slippery in some areas.

He bit you too hard in a soft spot and you cried out, barely stuffing the sound into his bare shoulder. It was loud and you both knew it was audible through the other side of the door.

Asahi slowed, as gentle as he started, again, with an apologetic hum in the crook of your neck.

"Sorry," You could hear his smile, "Too much-"

He sighed and collected his nerves for a second as he readjusted his grip on you. More palm, less fingertips. It didn't sting as much and you missed it.

He said definitively, mostly to himself, "That was too much."

"I liked it!" You reassured him quietly, palm moving from his shoulder, to his neck, to the side of his face.

"I liked it. I liked it," Got repeated, in a tiny giggle, as he stilled.

You were delivering multiple little pecks across his face, craving his intensity as soon as you lost it. You tried holding him tighter, but it wasn't the same when he wasn't pushing and pulling.

That tingly sensation of his breathy laugh, his skilled tongue, was back on your neck, closer to your ear.

You melted at once with a whimper, the need to rock your own hips short-lived because he pushed his own against your heat.

"Ahh-!"

He grinned, sucking another bit of skin in an obvious spot, "Shhh."

The heartbeat between your legs was strong. He could feel it clearly against his thigh, wishing it was better placed and put to good use.

His fingertips were digging, pushing past the waistband of your shorts, further down, palm against your tummy. Maybe it was that feeling, maybe it was your enthusiasm, or maybe the fact that you were so wet he could feel that, too, but something possessed him to start getting greedy.

But he paid for it. While you were encouraging him, a hand around his thick forearm, guiding and pushing it down, a gasp already on your breath-- you were both completely blinded.

No courtesy knock. Just a bright light and a loud screech. Asahi retracted his curious hand in a flash, but there was not much else to do to make this look less provocative.

Though the sound was higher-pitched, it was not made from anyone on your team.

Nishinoya dropped to his knees, slack-jawed, and that's all you were able to register before the door slammed shut again.

Suga scolded him from the other side, others were shushing incessantly.

"You were supposed to knock, Noya!!"

"Now Daichi's gonna wake up! Nice going, dumbass!"

It gave you both enough time to try and separate. However, without opening the door, you couldn't get fully off of one another.

You were shaking, beyond nervous, and forcefully sobered. Not exactly happy.

"Um- that was great. Thank you," It was a short, and curt, way of telling him you didn't expect much after this. You had one hand on the door.

Asahi grabbed you by the waist and dragged you back. "C'mere--,"

His rough, messy, desperate last kiss was enough to leave you dizzy. He readjusted himself during it with one last rub.

"We're not done yet," He told you. Another hasty peck to the top of your head, and he was leagues lighter in tone, "Uh, sorry- As far as I'm concerned. Do what you want, though!"

He turned the knob for you and pushed it open a crack. You stumbled out, wiping your mouth.

☆VIP☆

@integers @paradoxicalwritings @yuchacco @screamin-abt-haikyuu

potential for part two but i need to refrain from making promises. lmk if you're interested and i can make a taglist if i revisit!

my masterlist. more haikyuu. my imagines. requests open.

[teddybeartoji]

彡 HE'S ANNOYING AND BEAUTIFUL AND HE'S GOING TO RUIN YOUR FUCKING DAY

☆. contains: satoru gojo x gn!reader; con-artists au, crack, he's stupid, he also has a massive fucking crush on you (and you're no better btw), reader smokes a cigarette gasp!! oh and reader is wearing a suit wc: 2.2k

+ a few hours later...

the spring sun warms your skin as sit on a little bench on top of the hill that overlooks your destination. a castle – it's fancy, fanciest you've ever seen. it's fucking massive and you can't help but wonder, how it would feel to sprint through the long beautiful hallways of the place...

way too many super cars are lined up in front of it and their various colors are making your eyes hurt. people in stunning dresses and equally stunning suits spill out of the machines and they laugh and roar, smoke blowing from their noses and lips as they flex their expensive pipes and cigarette holders. bald men with terrible mustaches flood your vision and you decide that you've had enough for the moment and let your head fall back. this is your last chance to recharge before the work begins.

digging in your inner suit pocket, you pull out a silver cigarette case with a beautiful engraving on it. memories reside in the little crevices of the art and the thoughts make a sentimental (albeit an annoying one. you'd never do this in front of him.) smile tug at the corners of your lips. the tiny machine was part of a set, a gift for you.

you try not to think about that for too long.

patting the side of your upper thigh, you dig out a lighter. it's just a plastic one; it's old as hell and it has definitely seen better days. but despite its tired look, you still consider it a friend, a partner, a helping hand.

you grab a cig from the box and place it between your lips before pocket the case again. the lighter is warm in your hands as you stare at the design on it. swirls and lines run all across the silver, dancing and merging together. a lot of memories are buried in the cracks of them and a sentimental smile tugs on the corners of your lips.

click! click! click!

perhaps today is the day you'll lay it to rest. there's no fire, no heat, but you're not mad. the cigarette hangs from your lips and you let out a sigh. you lean back onto your hand and close your eyes; if you won't get your final energy boost from nicotine, the sun will have to do it.

a gust of wind brushes over your skin, it cards through your hair and you feel alive. the laughter from down below finds it way up to you and it makes you crack a grin yourself – these rich pricks won't know what hit them. this'll be an easy job, no sweat. in and out, it'll only take a few hours tops if everything goes without a hitc—

click!

time slows.

cracking open an eye, you watch the stick catch fire.

engravings in silver – a perfect match to the ones on the case that's hiding comfortably in your chest pocket. right beside your heart. pale, slender fingers and manicured nails, a perfectly fitted sleeve – it's him. trailing up his arm with your eye, his cologne fills your nostrils and you realize that he's standing way closer than you thought.

it takes a mere two seconds and you craning your neck to meet his eyes. they match the clear sky, the only difference being that while birds twirl and dance in the blue ocean up above your heads, little stars twinkle in his.

satoru gojo.

and his stupid fucking smile.

you hate him.

he snaps the little silver machine shut before placing it back into his pocket with one swift move. his pearly white teeth shine under the blinding sun and the sight of his dimples makes your stomach churn. silly butterflies.

staring up at him, you hollow your cheeks and breathe in the smoke. it travels through your mouth and makes its way deep into your lungs. he's patient. the grey fog fills your organs and you let it simmer before letting out out again. you blow it at him but he doesn't budge; your eyes look so pretty in this light. he watches your lips curl into a pretty little smirk and then he's already being blessed with your saccharine voice. "gojo."

he does a dramatic bow as he stands before you – his one hand behind his back and the other on his heart. "my beloved."

the hum and the eye roll you award him with warm his insides. he straightens his spine and locks both his hands behind him, almost making him look like an innocent, virtuous person. it's that charming smile of his that's able to save him from just about everything. his ability to bare his teeth in the most endearing way pisses you off.

it really fucking does.

he twirls on his heel and the gentle gust of wind ruffles his snowy hair. he eyes the castle below and the little ant-people that buzz in front of it.

"you got an invite?" he asks in a sing-song voice. he seems excited. that's a bad thing for you. he will ruin your plans, you already know it.

"i did not."

you don't need to see his face to know that his smile has stretched even wider. you hate it. he quirps a little "hm" before spinning back around. his hand dips into his inner suit pocket and returns with an ivory envelope. his eyelashes flutter shut as he dramatically fans his face with it.

you hate him.

"that's too bad. they have this cool new system – they give you a keycard. they check it at the door, of course, but after that you can just go wild with it." he paces around in front of you while you just inhale the smoke back into your lungs as a way to alleviate the fact that he's going to ramble about a fucking key card. "there are tiers, you see. the smaller guys just get to use it as the invite while others..."

he turns to you with a big grin. "can actually open some super secret doors."

he flicks the envelope just to show it off some more and you wish you could suffocate him with the cigarette smoke. or maybe you should just push him off this damn hill instead.

"not that you would know anything about it though..." his words trail off as his eyes snake their way up from the ground and to your pretty face.

"and you're one of the big guys then, i presume?"

your remark is like water off a duck's back. it's the exact opposite actually – it only eggs him on. he watches the smoke slip from between your lips as you try to bite him back, he watches your chest fall; you look handsome in your suit. he's never seen you in an outfit like this - sure, he's seen you in some fancy fits before but this... takes the crown for sure.

you almost look like you belong here, though he skeptical on whether you'd think of that as a compliment or not. he doesn't say it, opting for something else.

"you look good– "

"you look good."

damn.

you blink up at him, he blinks down on you. he fiddles with his fingers behind his back and he bites back the comment he wants to make about you complimenting him, about you two speaking at the same time. something about being partners, something-something.

he does look good.

he's also wearing a gorgeous black suit on top of a pearly white shirt and a matching black bowtie adorns his neck, and it looks like he did try to style his hair just a little, but you know him – you know he likes it when the wind messes it up. he always says it makes him look more rugged.

you assume he doesn't know what the word means.

silence falls upon the two of you, engulfing you in this comfortable little bubble. your lips wrap around the cigarette again and he pockets the envelope in his hand.

"y'think so?"

he asks for praise so nonchalantly that you almost give in. "...maybe."

satoru's chest puff up and his eyes light up even more than ever – you regret your decision to tell him that. his lips part but you don't give him a chance to tease you any further.

you shake the cigarette butt before pushing yourself off the bench. satoru observes you, always so excited about everything you do. he can't tear his eyes from you. placing the cig back between your lips, you approach the man in front of you in a confident stride.

without locking eyes with him, you take your place a little bit too close in front of him and casually reach for his tie. satoru's breath hitches at the sudden proximity but he doesn't back away. you tug at the edges of it, your eyebrows furrowing in the process. you look cute, all concentrated and everything. his smile makes its way back onto his lips as he stares at you and his hands twitch at his sides.

smoke dances in the air as you take your time to fix his tie; the sun melts the two of you together as the silence settles around you again. the breeze plays with his hair some more, it grazes the apples of your cheeks and it's refreshing. this feels like the old times.

"smoking kills, you know."

his voice is barely above a whisper and you snort at him. "so do cars, dipshit."

"hm, douche."

you send a sharp glare at him and he doesn't even try to hold his ever-growing grin. the stupid fucking butterflies in your stomach are making you sick. he's about to say something ridiculous again, so you rush to give his earlobe a gentle-not-so-gentle tug. you laugh at the way he winces and the way his skin turns a dark shade of pink in a matter of seconds; it manages to bloom all over his ears and the apples of his cheeks before he decides to swat your hand away.

your eyes and the tingling pain in his ear are enough to distract him from your wandering hands. skilled fingers dip under the front of his suit jacket as you lean forward to whisper to him. "it's touché."

his eyes glue themselves onto the cigarette in your mouth, between your pretty lips, giving you more than enough time to swipe the envelope from his chest pocket with ease.

"right..."

dusting off some imaginary dust from his shoulder, you cock your head to the side and take the cigarette from your lips while giving him another good look. how could you not? despite his god-awful personality and his tendency to screw up every single one of your plans in one way or another – he's the most beautiful man you've ever seen. from this angle you could count the freckles that are scattered across his nose and cheeks, hell – you could count his damn eyelashes if you really wanted to.

(you kind of do.)

while he's being bewitched by you and your eyes and your perfume and the damn smoking stick in your hand, you hide the envelope behind your back. you make use of the promiximity between you two, your own body concealing the movement of you tucking the thing under your own suit jacket and into the waistband of your pants. you're here to steal afterall.

satoru rubs his ear and feigns a pout. it's the fakest one you've seen yet, but then a dopey smile makes it's way onto his lips and for a second you think that your plan didn't work, that he felt it, that he saw it—

"you know... if you wanted satoru to just get you an invite, you should've just said so, sweetheart."

...

you stare at him with a blank face and he shines right back at you. he plucks the cigarette from your hand and throws it to the ground, stomping on the thing, he puts out the light with the heel of his foot.

"but... since you didn't ask for it, since you didn't ask for satoru's help... you'll have to find your own way in, yeah?" he's way too smug, too arrongant and the only thing that's making you feel better is the thought of him being shut out from the party because he doesn't have the invite. anymore.

"stop referring to yourself in third person, it makes you look stupid."

"you don't think i look stupid in the first place then?"

.............

you can't wait for this day to be over.

"alright. go now. run along, little prince." you give his shoulder a shove but he refuses to back away, leaning closer a little instead.

"are you gonna be okay out here, hm? all alone? no keycard or nothing?"

even his breath smells good. you want to punch him.

"don't worry about me, gojo. i'm sure i'll figure something out."

"ahh! you always do! and that's why you're the greatest, baby!" wincing at the volume of his tone, you clench your jaw and press your teeth together. satoru loves it when you do that. "don't take too long, okay? i'll miss you."

he offers you another fake pout and turns around on his heel, but not before giving you a wink. he looks over his shoulder for the last time and...

"don't forget to throw away the cig! littering isn't sexy!"

he's so overbearingly annoying and he will so ruin your fucking plans.

[jasmines-library]

could I request a batman and Damian x daughter/sister reader who has native american heritage from their mom's side and since meeting their paternal family as an adult often gifts them things like traditional handicrafts like beaded lanyards, ribbon shirts, card holders, brooches, beaded moccasins, moose hyde gloves and even a beautiful beaded hyde jacket (that she dyed black🤭) and it gets to the point where they're rooms and even the cave is full of little items made by them. Also, it'd be cute if she teaches Damian how to do traditional crafts and even shows him how to cut up & make dry meat because they never had a younger sibling to teach it too and got excited upon meeting Damian.

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Note: I hope this is okay. I also hope i did my research right, but please correct me if im wrong!

⛧ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛧

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"What you got there?" Damian asked as he entered the dining room. You were sat at the table by the window where the lighting was good, craft supplies sprawled out in front of you as your trained hands worked.

You held up the delicate fabric up to him. A handmade ribbon shirt, with neat patchwork sewn in. You had been working on the project all day, trying to perfect it. You liked to make them gifts, and they liked to receive them twice as much. Each thing you made them was intricately crafted by and and with a great sense of love and care. Weather it was a beaded lanyard to hand their bits and bobs from, or a brooch, or something larger like the ribbon shirts you liked to sew, they treasured each and every thing. You also felt a great sense of pride giving your family the things you made; it made them feel included in your culture that you were so proud of. Damian's absolute favourite was the black hyde jacket that you had gifted him.

Your family adored your gifts and culture so much that it had gotten to the point where your trinkets were scattered all over the cave, adding a homely and personal touch to something usually so dark and dindgey.

"It's for Tim." You said, placing the shirt back on the table to examine your work.

"It's beautiful." Damian said, looking it over. "You'll have to teach me someday."

your face lit up. "Really? you want to learn?! I'd love to teach you!"

"If you're willing to teach me, yeah."

you scooted your chair over to the side making room for him to pull up another before reaching over for your craft box, filled with beads and delicate feathers and strings to weave and craft with. "Come sit! i'll show you."

Damian took a seat beside you watching closely as you demonstrated how to craft something. He watched keenly, repeating your movements, though with slightly less expertise, though you were sure that in no time, you would have another set of hands to help you craft.

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BATFAM TAGS

@hearts4robs @xxrougefangxx @hell-o-kittys @harleycao @batfamsstuff @alicedawitchbish @killxz @rosecentury @lara20aral

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[meelusinee]

CHRISTMAS MARKETS | R.L X READER

word count \ 1.0k | christmas fluff | slash / remus lupin x reader

in which you and remus go christmas gift shopping for everyone else! author's note at the end!

FOR THE FICMAS MASTERLIST

CHRISTMAS SHOPPING | REMUS LUPIN X READER

It was snowing outside, your body bundled up in layer after layer of jacket. 

Remus found it rather cute, if he was being honest. You had a sweater over a collared shirt, with a turtleneck underneath both of those. Leggings under your tights, your ankle-length skirt bundled with a petticoat underneath. You layered a red  button-up cardigan above all of that, which Remus was pretty sure was his.

On top of all of that, you had a huge scarf covering both your ears and nose. 

“Are you toasty in there?” Remus asked, his hands wrapping around the bundle of fabric separating his hand from your waist. 

“Yup.” you nodded, voice muffled from the scarf. Your body made a loud shuffling noise as you turned around, waddling through his dormitory to grab your shopping bag. 

Remus smiled softly at the sight of it.

“Alright.” he said, grabbing his tote bag and holding your hand. “Shall we go, then?”

You nodded again. “Yup.”

Remus chuckled softly, walking slow to match the pace of your waddling fabric.

“These apples look nice.” you said, eyes crinkling at the side as you held them up. “A nice, shiny red color I tell you. They’d be perfect for pie.”

Remus smiled softly, kissing the inch of your forehead that wasn’t covered by your beanie. You had bought it at the beginning of the flea market extravaganza, along with a pair of mittens that matched your fuzzy socks.

“We could make pie together.” he said, noticing how his breath fogged through the air. Snow was falling down gently from the sky, mainly covering him in small specks that melted in a couple of seconds. Your arms stayed wrapped firm around one of his almost all of the time, making sure that you kept warm throughout the trip.

“Do you have Christmas gifts for everyone?” you asked him curiously, continuing to walk with him.

“Just you.” he hummed softly, looking around the flea market. There were at least ten or twenty more shops that you two would be going through, the tote bag he brought levitating behind him full of small gifts and trinkets you collected

“I think we should get you some gifts.” you said.

Remus followed you around, smiling as you dragged him from shop to shop.

“Look at this little rabbit!” you said, holding up a ceramic rabbit pen holder. “It’s adorable, isn’t it?”

“You could decorate it by stamping flower designs onto it.” Remus suggested to you, holding your pinky as you examined the pen holder.

“You’re right.” you said in awe, your gloved hand tracing where you imagined the shapes to go.

“I’m always right, love.” he whispered, chuckling softly as your gloved hand whacked his arm playfully. “That’s harassment!”

“Ka-show!” you said back, before breaking out into a fit of giggles. Remus loved when you made random sounds up on the spot like that, especially when he could reference it with nobody else understanding. It made him feel special.

“Who’s that pen going to be for?” he asked.

“Lily, probably.” you said. “She writes the most. Or maybe Regulus, I heard Sirius and him were making amends again.”

“Did James tell Sirius about them?” Remus asked you, smiling softly at your confused expression. At least, what he could see of it. "You know, how him and Lily are dating Regulus?"

“Uh,” you mumbled, looking up at him with an innocent expression. “They’re planning on doing it at the Christmas dinner party?”

“Remind me not to go.” he said, chuckling softly as you nodded in firm agreement.

“Okay, so what do we have?”

Remus watched as you splayed the gifts that you bought across the floor, wrapping paper and boxes left to the side. You had quite a bit of presents, each marked with an index card for their use.

“I want to write letters along with them, you know?” you explained to Remus. “So I made a list of bullet points to cover so I didn’t get off track too much when writing them.”

“You’re absolutely adorable.” he said, smiling lovingly at the sight of your blush.

You had definitely dressed down quite a bit, the fireplace beside you two warming you up more than outside did. You had his collared shirt on still, though the shirt was very unbuttoned. Along with that, you had a pair of tights that clung to your legs firmly, showing off every curve and contour.

“This one is for Lily,” you pointed at the rabbit that you found, along with a small children’s book, a murder mystery book, and herbal teas. “I know that she’s been writing to de-stress with Harry and everything, so I think the herbal teas will help.”

“Is that book for our book club?” Remus asked curiously, pointing to the two copies of the same book stacked on top of one another.

You nodded, placing the other one in a pile you made for Regulus’ presents. It was a club that you had wanted to make for a while, in order to escape the stress that came with war and extremely extra friend groups. So, you resorted to book readings between you, Remus, Regulus, and Lily.

“This one is for James.” you said, holding up the spoon holder you found. It was a crab-shaped spoon holder with a Gryffindor scarf on it, the claws acting to hold the spoon over the pot when cooking. “I think he’d like it.”

“What about Sirius?” Remus asked curiously.

“Well, I wasn’t sure what to get him at first.” you said, before pulling out a large bag that held a black dog stuffed animal in it. “But then I saw this big dog, well, it’s a stuffed animal dog. But still a dog! And I know dogs like being in their packs.” 

“So you bought him a pack mate?” Remus said, bursting out in laughter at the sight of it. “Oh, love that is too perfect.”

“Maybe we can steal one of his Gryffindor scarves to wrap around it!” you said, putting it inside the biggest of the boxes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely work on that.” Remus said, grabbing the wrapping paper for you.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

REMUSSSSSS he is finally HERE everybody clap for the man, myth, and legend that is remus john lupin. i decided that he would be the best guy to waddle around with at flea markets, mainly because he would have the coziest sweaters. but also just because he seems the most christmasy of the maraduers??? like when you think pop christmas and excited, child-like kinda christmas, then you probably think sirius or james. but see, me? i love me a cozy cup of hot cocoa and writing to candle light kinda christmas. AND THAT CHRISTMAS IS A REMUS KINDA CHRISTMAS.

anyways, enough about remus christmas. AS ALWAYS, please like, reblog, and commment! it means so much to me yawl and i really appreciate everyone who does TRUST ME LOVELIES I SEE U!!! thank u guys sm and have an awesome day and month and year and all of that jazzy tazzy taz

[f4unlette]

𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑑

⌗ bake for other people, like family, friends, colleagues

⌗ watch mukbang videos, informative documentaries about internet phenomenons, history (political, fashion) crime or strange occurrences

⌗ listen to new music and learn more about the artist or the band itself, make new playlists

⌗ watch a gameplay on youtube or play childhood nostalgic video games

⌗ learn new makeup styles, hairstyles and build outfits based off of different fashion styles

⌗ get a homemade manicure

⌗ create your own website (ex. carrd)

⌗ deep cleaning: making your bed, doing laundry, going through a pile of clothing, throwing away old/expired makeup products, de-cluttering, cleaning the bathroom, deep cleaning the kitchen and the pantry by throwing away expired products, cleaning bags, boxes, wallets and pencil cases, changing the aesthetic of your bedroom

⌗ gardening or taking care of house plants

⌗ learn more about certain species of flowers, animals, subjects (like astronomy, philosophy, sociology, biology) and take notes

⌗ make a shopping list for necessities (food, cleaning supplies, hygiene necessities) and wishes (makeup, clothing, collectibles) on paper and by making pinterest boards and sections

⌗ re-watch old nostalgic movies or series (comedy anime like azumanga daioh, lucky star, nichijou, gakuen handsome and saiki k, horror/thriller and comedy movies, novelas)

⌗ read a book, whether it’s classic literature or a comic book

⌗ studying: watching videos, taking notes, reciting out loud

⌗ take an everything shower with music playing. from skincare, to hair care, brushing teeth and body care

⌗ skincare: do a face mask and a gua sha massage, learn more about your skin type and how to take care of it

⌗ make handmade gifts:

customized cds/playlists

paper crafts: stickers, bookmarks, collages, keychains with shrink paper, decorated envelopes (drawings, glitter, paint, gluing things like buttons and lace, 3d open envelope drawings), scenery stands, fake food and objects, strings, drawing posters, paper stars, paper crowns, flower bouquets, realistic camera;

clay crafts: vases, boxes, plates, bowls, spoons, jewelry holders, cups and mugs, charms, rings, playhouses, paint palettes, animal sculptures, candle and incense stands, lighter cases;

crocheting and sewing: hats, gloves, scarves, plushies, keychains, pillow covers/pillows, bags, cup stands, book cases, water bottle bags, pencil cases, creating new clothes out of old ones, mixed/leftover fabric rugs or blankets.

bracelets: patterned, beaded, with a string and buttons;

other: door handle hangers, painted wooden spoons, painted tiles, painted tea bags, pins, painted rocks, decorated journal cases, soap making, altoid wallets, decorate your phone case, hair wraps, decorate a photo frame, recycle an old candle (seashell and can candles), flags, window beads, hair accessories (decorated headbands, hairpins), decorated sunglasses, soda tab friend, bleached t-shirts, surfboard necklace, washi tape, gift baskets.

gift ideas

diy ideas when you’re bored

clay crafts ideas

cinnamon roll trinket box (just really wanted to share this one, it’s absoluty adorable ♡)

⌗ try out a new sport: ex. badminton, volleyball, dance, swimming, tennis, basketball, martial arts, athletics.

⌗ do pilates or a 1980s workout, play just dance or do a karaoke session

⌗ play a board/card game (monopoly, trivial pursuit, uno, cluedo, guess who)

⌗ take a walk and explore your surroundings

⌗ write down new recipes you haven’t tried yet including the necessary steps to make them and make a grocery shopping list of everything you need

[plushflower]

Give a card ….easy yet extra …..find it @ TikTokShop/PlushGemArt, linktr.ee/PlushGemArt

[tixdixl]

‘happy birthday,’ came a soft, monotonous voice from behind oisín.

upon turning, the ramshackle prefect stood before them holding a plain, forest green box in their hands. a deck holder.

“got my own deck,” gia said, pulling out the duel beasts cards for them to see, “from ortho.”

from their side bag, they pulled out another small box— wrapped like a gift in blue-silver and black. they don’t smile, but there’s an unmistakeable glint of challenge in their eyes. “wanna duel?”

[Oh!! You got me *Ultra Rare Card 1st Ed*!!! Dude??? That must've cost you an arm and a leg!!! Thank you!!!]

[But uh...]

[You wanna Duel, huh?]

[Cute. You're on.]

[UwU PLAY YOUR STRONGEST CARDS, PREFECT, AND YOU MIGHT AVOID CROSSING THE BRIDGE]

[OwO It's your move, Prefect. Draw a card.]

~~~

I just wanna point out-- I somehow summoned the essence of Masashi Kishimoto when trying to replicate the Yami/Yugi dynamic and idk how to feel about it.

Also if you need to know whats playing in the background, its this:

Tag list: @ramshacklerumble @rainesol @boopshoops @thehollowwriter @starry-night-rose

@cyanide-latte @blithesharem @theleechyskrunkly @elenauaurs @inmateofthemind

@lumdays @twstinginthewind @the-trinket-witch

Lmk if you want added/removed

[sunniedesi]

All Future Diary Merch (Part 3)

~~ A comprehensive list

The final finale finally, under the cut!

~ TCG games

While I’ve seen a couple trading card games feature cards with Yuno, or characters who very closely resemble her appearance, Future Diary has only had two official trading card games to my knowledge (both of which I’ve made in-depth posts about in the past):

Victory Spark

Project Revolution

Bushiroad, the company that created Victory Spark, also released other TCG goodies, such as two sets of card sleeves and a card-holder themed after Future Diary.

~ Pachinko and Pachisuro

I’m planning on making a more detailed post about this in the future, so I’ll hold off on the details for now. Like many popular franchises in Japan, Future Diary has two slot machines: a pachinko and pachisuro. You can find many videos of the animation and gameplays on Youtube.

~ Another World

This is another one I’m planning to talk about more in-depth in the future, but Future Diary had a live-action adaptation that was released shortly after the anime. It is titled “Future Diary: Another World.” I’m mentioning it here because it has a few products associated to it:

The Another World DVD/Blu-Ray set. The limited edition set included a special DVD box and 50-page booklet (which also included an Esuno interview).

The show’s theme song in disk form. 

A Deus (live action ver.) keychain. I've seen it before, but can't find the picture for the life of me, so just imagine this exact image with a keyring.

Postcards drawn by Esuno, which feature the leads of the show in the manga’s style.

Also, random fact: Nissan was one of the sponsors behind this show (yes, the car company) and they made a series of video adverts featuring this same illustration as an end-card. We only have an image of the ad, as none of the adverts have yet to surface online (yay, lost media). All we know about the adverts is that they followed a short and unique storyline about a girl who gained a Future Diary called the "Diet Diary," as she's trying to lose weight (gotta give it to Japan for inserting weight loss in literally anything, including car comercials).

~ Illustrated Cards/Papers

I left the best for last. And by best I mean the one that drove me the most nuts, because there is a ton of promotional cards for Future Diary. A great portion of these came as “thank you” gifts for purchasing a volume of the manga, others were part of limited edition promos, and others I’m not too sure of their origin. I can't show each card individually due to Tumblr's photo limit, so I created a few lineups to show them together. I hate doing this because it nerfs the little quality these pictures have, but it is what it is.

To start, the guidebook thankfully compiles plenty of the illustrated papers:

The guidebook goes into detail about where each one of these is from (look forward to the TL for that!), but to keep a long story short, these came as "thank you" notes for purchasing a volume of the main series or one of the spin-offs.

In the same vein as that, there are other three cards I've found online which came as "thank you" gifts for purchasing the manga. These don't appear in the guidebook for some reason, though:

The first one appears to be for volume 6 (can't be too sure since I can't read it), the second is for volume 2 and the third for volume 9. Also, the art from the first card is actually scrapped art that Esuno once posted on his blog!

Besides the papers, some editions of the manga also came with bonus poster cards. I think these might've been for special editions of the manga, but I'm not entirely certain:

The first from the top is from volume 8, the second from volume 7, and the third is actually from the special edition of the first DVD volume. The first from the bottom is from volume 9, and the next one from volume 6.

As I mentioned earlier, some illustrated cards were created as promotional material. Such is the case for a famous store in Akihabara called "Gamers," which produced some limited edition Future Diary cards. How many of these cards exist is a mystery to me, but I know of at least these six:

Note: the photo of the Minene card on the top-right has sample text I couldn't remove, so it's not supposed to look like that. Very annoying.

While it feels good to know where everything comes from, we can't always be so lucky. This last lineup I call: who, what and why are you?

If anyone knows the origin of these weird little guys, please let me know! Also, this is certainly not all the illustrated cards and papers that exist, but they're all I can get ahold of. Again, if anyone has more to share, please do.

Bonus: does anyone remember that Lucky Star x Future Diary art? It was actually made into a tosho card!

This marks the end of the merch list. If you've made it through all three parts, thank you! This is one of three larger posts I had planned for a while, but it’s been on the backburner due to the sheer amount of information I needed to parse through. It soon became pretty overwhelming. However, I think I managed to curate everything to the best of my abilities. I know some stuff is likely still missing, but I’m satisfied with having covered most of it. As I mentioned earlier in the post, my other two projects involve diving deeper into the live action and the pachinko. They’re also pretty overwhelming, but hopefully they won’t be sitting in the backburner as long as this one. Till then, toodles (^.~)〜☆

[neptunedada]

Gift ideas for daddy’s day

🌙 Finger painted card

☕️ Pipe cleaner flowers

🛁 Baked goods

📓 Care package/basket

🕯️ Popsicle stick photo frame

📷 Painted rocks

🎧 Matching bracelets

🍪 Clay magnets

☁️ Recycled can pencil holder

🧦 Compliments jar

🕰️ Dry pasta collage

💫 Snackle box

🤍 Handprint painting

🪵 Clay trinket dish

🥞 Foam coaster

🐾 Colored pictures

🍂 Shrink plastic keychain

💭 Tie dye bandana

🧶 Breakfast in bed

🩹 Sharpie decorated mug

[i-like-anything-water]

chlonette secret admirer au where pollen leaves her gifts to Marinette because

1.) she can't run fast enough so she'd get caught since for some reason Marinette is both clumsy but athletic af

2.) Pollen can go undetected by technology and people in general

3.) She's trying to be better so she won't abuse her powers as Queen Bee and Pollen offered so technically...

Pollen looks at her holder who's pacing in a circle along the carpeted floor. A bouquet of flowers they handpicked this morning lay on the table along with a box of cupcakes Chloe had made (she lent the materials and ingredients needed because she can't bake to save her life) with Alya's mother and a scented card with her message. It was the common apology gift that humans have had since she was brought to this world yet she finds it cute everytime.

"She's going to think someone broke into her house and left some random objects! Oh god, what if she thinks she has a stalker and feels scared instead?!" Pollen couldn't help but buzz in amusement. She was pretty sure her holder's subject of affections wasn't easily deterred by a stalker. Plus, it wasn't stalking! It was just... mysteriously dropping gifts to a person's room. Huh, she really needs to read more regarding this generation's rules on courtship.

"I don't think that will be the case, My Queen," she's sure Tikki would see her anyway. And she's sure Tikki wouldn't snitch on them, yet. "I can safely deposit the gifts without drawing suspicion or ill-will! However, if you feel as if we are taking a step too far forward, I can leave it in her doorstep instead." While she wanted to help her chosen very much regarding her feelings for the ladybug holder, she valued her comfort and decisions above it.

It will take time, and she's frankly not sure if the feelings would be reciprocated. Granted, the previous ladybug and bee holders did end up eventually and happily but she didn't want to bet her holder's love on simply luck. Still, it was worth taking a risk and she's always excited whenever it's a ladybug holder that's gotten her holder's attention.

"I don't know..." Chloe still looked unsure, her eyes darting to the gifts on the table and back to the floating Kwami. "I'm Chloe Bourgeois and I'm panicking, which is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"

Pollen simply looked at her.

Chloe sighed, her shoulders sagging, "but I'm also Chloe Bourgeois and Queen Bee. I'm changing and... Marinette is a good person. If she ever finds out, I at least know she won't make fun of me for it. But god I'd rather wear the same outfit twice than have her find out!"

Pollen smiled as she flew close to the blabbering blonde and laid a paw on her cheek, "We shall find out together, My Queen."

That seemed to ease the hero's nerves, her nervous expression replaced with a confident grin and determination. "Thanks, Pollen. We should get going now. I wouldn't want to miss seeing her!"

"Thank you, Pollen," she smiled warmly at the Kwami, the sun shining through her blonde locks and calm blue eyes. The crown sat snuggly on her head, the gem gleaming like the ocean on a sunny morning. Pollen smiled back, floating to rest atop the blonde's shoulder. "We should get going now. I wouldn't want to miss seeing her!"

Ah, fate. Bees did find ways to see Ladybugs. Pollen wonders how this would turn out this time.

"Pollen, Buzz On!"

The familiar burst of energy flew through the Kwami and she couldn't help the little jump before she was sucked in the comb.