#gold tier

[vecnawrites]

Patreon Reward: Gold Standard: Flat No More

Wiess is sick of Yang constantly making jokes about her smaller chest, and finally finds a way to shut her up...

Weiss giggled in such a way that anyone who heard her would think that she was cackling rather than just merrily giggling over something she had done.

And what had she just done?

She had finally found a way to shut Yang up, once and for all!

And after all the flat jokes she had gotten from the blonde, she deserved it!

So she had toiled and worked through several different dust combinations, until she finally had achieved what she wanted.

She was finally going to give Yang a reason to not call her flat anymore.

~

Yang chuckled to herself as she thought about Weiss’s reaction to her saying her ‘expression was flat...just like her chest’. She had been so angry that she could practically see steam flowing off of her head!

Part of her felt bad, of course, but Weiss left herself open to all the jokes at her appearance by reacting so perfectly to it!

Maybe she’d ease off Weiss a bit...and use the time to think of new jokes for when the princess was being a little too snarky for her own good~

Lost in her thoughts, she failed to notice the door opening and Weiss slipping in, staring at her intently while holding a vial of flashing dust, slowly popping the top and sprinkling a little down her own top...before moving over and pouring the rest on her.

She would forever deny that she released a high pitched squeak to anyone who asked. It was cold! Cold enough that her nipples immediately hardened and pressed against the front of her crop top as she turned back to Weiss with wide eyes, a short laugh on her lips. “That was cold, Weissy~!” she tried to tease, wondering just what the shorter white haired girl had done to her.

Her eyes widened as Weiss shrugged her top down, revealing her breasts (small, but not flat like she always teased) the white haired girl reaching out and grabbing her hands and pressing them against her breasts, allowing her fingers to feel the softness of the shorter girl’s breasts.

“W-wh-what are you doing, Weiss!?” she sputtered, face going red, but unable to move her hands away, even as she physically tried to pull back. It was like her palms and fingers were glued to Weiss’s figure.

Her teammate only smiled, a wicked little smirk that made her stomach flip as she spoke. “Oh, I figured that considering I’m so flat, you’d be willing to help me with that…” Yang only felt a moment’s confusion before she felt a pulling sensation, and her eyes widened as she saw her hands being pulled into Weiss’s chest, the smallish orbs growing slowly but steadily the more of her hands and arms sank in.

She tried to dig her heels in, but more and more of her arms sank into Weiss’s body, leaving her looking up desperately at her teammate, who only smiled that same overly sweet way.

The last thing she saw? Weiss’s victorious smirk.

However, just because she couldn’t see, didn’t mean she didn’t feel the hands sinking into her, playing with her body and sending waves of sensation through her.

Nor did it stop her from hearing Weiss’s voice. “Great! Thanks for your help making sure I’m no longer flat, Yang~!...now I need to go for a new bra fitting…”

Yang yelped into the void as something wrapped around her, squeezing her tight before she began moving, the realization sinking in that she was now Weiss’s breasts.

All she could do was hope that people would find out where she was, otherwise...she and Weiss were going to be spending a lot of time together from now on.

[thelegendarymerchant]

Hello there, travelers of Tumblr!

(this is a gimmick blog owned by @themrmoki)

My name is Kristian, the now-Travelling Merchant, known to be from the video game Terraria. However, I will say that there isn't a 100% chance that I originate from those accursed yet beautiful lands.

In this account of mine, I shall price various items through my great intelligence of the economy. However, I don't use Earthen currency, unfortunately. I lack the insight into that. I use coins, commonly seen across fantastical worlds. There are four types I use:

Copper Coins, Silver Coins, Gold Coins, and Platinum Coins

One hundred Copper is equal to one Silver. One hundred Silver is equal to one Gold. One hundred Gold is equal to one Platinum.

Be warned, though, these aren't actually made of their respective materials! You cannot claim that items made from these are worth more than I price them. As well as this, some items cannot be valued in traditional coins, and warrant unique currency pricing. Trust me, however. I will label what tier an item is in the tags.

And onto that!

I have a few unique tags that I will use to connect my pricing back to me, and help others view the economy.

#kristian pricing - My general tag you can use to find me. #copper tier - For pricing that's only worth Copper. #silver tier - For pricing that's worth Silver. #gold tier - For pricing that's worth good old Gold. #platinum tier - For pricing that's worth pricy Platinum! No tier tag - I'm not pricing anything in the post.

To inquire the price of an item (it can be almost anything!), simply send an ask with an image! You can also send gifs or videos with a clear focus on an item. Below will be some rules!

No incredibly realistic gore. Stuff like The Crimson is okay.

No not-safe-for-work. Please don't send blatant porn.

No politically-hot related topics. No Nazi flags.

Keep kitties to a minimum. That's for @kittybroker to manage!

DO NOT bring The ANGLER into this blog.

Profile Background Coin Pile Image House Image, and Me!

See you travelers later!

[thelegendarymerchant]

Bees, lots of bees!

You can buy one for 5 Silver Coins, or a stack of ten for 40 Silver and 70 Copper!

But the bees aren't the subject of this post, no? In order to summon the Wall of Flesh opening against a bee-less opponent, you're gonna need 1 Soul of a Guide!

Hey, y'all, does anyone know how to counter the Wall of Flesh opening????? The answer is time sensitive.

[yourcoffeeguru]

Vintage Pewter Hors d'oeuvres Cocktail 6 Mini Fork Golf Bat and Bag Set SPAIN

Golf Roy Kirkham 1997 Fine Bone China Footed Mug made in ENGLAND Collectable VTG

HENRY SCHEIN REGIONAL KEY RING Holder with Magnetic Golf Tier Boxed

[flutterbyoz]

I will never understand anyone who says these two don't have chemistry

I mean, look at them

Andy and Danai got me to watch a whole show simply because I saw a few GIFS of them, the reason I watch TWD is Richonne

This level of chemistry can not be denied, no matter how much some people try, and I need to see more of it, please bring them back to me

[theonewhowails]

Golden Fleece

[thelegendarymerchant]

Knuckles of the Golden Clam! A new way to punch those damned sharks, now estimated to be at a price of 63 Gold and 24 Silver!

Item: Knuckles of the Golden Clam; adds +1 to Punching damage, plus if you can hold a speck of dirt or gravel in your hand for 24 hours it will turn into a pearl.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Favorite Otps/Pairings: Pacey Witter & Joey Potter (Dawson's Creek) "You're off the hook. What? You're off the hook. I've never really put much faith in all that "If you love someone set them free" crap, as evidenced by everything I've done in my life up to this very moment, but I am determined to be happy, Joey. Happy in this life. And I love you. I mean, I always..I have always, always loved you. But our timing has just never been right. And the way I figure it, time is no man's friend. So I have to get right with that and be happy now. Because this is it. I mean, this is all that we get. If there's one thing I've learned from losing Jen, that's what I've learned. Pacey, I..Actually, um, hold on. I'm not done yet. Because I also want for you to be happy. It's really important for me that you be happy. So I want you to be with someone, whether it be Dawson or New York Guy or some man that you haven't even met yet, but I want you to be with someone who can be a part of the life that you want for yourself. I want you to be with someone who makes you feel like I feel when I'm with you. So, I guess the point to this long, run-on sentence that's been the last 10 years of our lives is just that the simple act of being in love with you is enough for me. So you're off the hook. "

[sillybeanies]

today's beanie: blinky the octopus

[loganslowdown4]

Dom stealing Roman’s rhyming bit 😂

This is what we mean when we say ‘offended Princey noises’ hahaha ❤️🤍

[thelegendarymerchant]

A friendly wizard in red, with magical services to offer if you have the right amount of currency! Perhaps you could request a transformation spell for three Gold Coins and 55 Silver?

a magical red wizard

what do you think....................?

[desertbcrnnobody]

[rxttenfish]

honestly im calling it now. the silt verses is one of those rare perfect pieces of art for me. absolutely flawless. perfectly fitting end to the story. excellent.

[sailing-through-hawkins]

okay i originally wrote this for the steddie microfic challenge but failed epically when i realized i was way over the word count 〒▽〒 still i really like this so i'm gonna tag @wynnyfryd and hope you enjoy it regardless! it's set around steve's senior year i'd say idk

So here's the thing.

Eddie knows he's not supposed to be at the pool after-hours for like, security or whatever but -

But sometimes you drop one of your lucky guitar picks while watching swim practice (respectfully of course) and only realize it halfway through your Hellfire session, which means after-hours sneaking in it is.

And he expected to have to double back and bring Frank along to pick the lock but the doors aren't even locked.

Is this a good idea, Eddie thinks, to wander unsuspectingly into an unlocked sports facility frequented by assholes who would probably half-drown someone if they thought it'd be funny?

No.

But Eddie's always been down for bad ideas.

He sneaks his way in, barely makes a sound, and is immediately shoved up against the wall by -

"Munson?"

Steve Harrington.

"What -" Eddie chokes, Harrington's arm making for a heavy pressure on his neck that is definitely cutting off his air supply. "Dude -"

Harrington blinks at him, any sliver of that predatory gaze melting away, before letting go and stepping back. "Oh, sorry. You okay?"

Bent over, hands on his knees, Eddie tries to catch his breath and stare up at Harrington as incredulously as he can at the same time.

"Sorry, stupid question, right." Harrington rubs the back of his neck with a wince and Eddie - realizes he's shirtless. And wet.

"Are you - are you seriously swimming right now?" He coughs out, straining to keep his eyes up above that jawline. "In the middle of winter?"

The guy just shrugs.

What the hell.

"Also," Eddie stands up straight, crossing his arms with a squint, doing his best to hide the shivers racking up his spine. Harrington's eyes catch on something behind him. "What the fuck was that, man? Your first instinct at getting caught under the bleachers is to fucking jump people?"

No response from the King, who apparently finds Eddie's hair more interesting than a damn conversation, considering how fucking unfocused his eyes are. Probably just wants to get back to whoever he's sucking face with, the dick.

"Whatever, man, just let me find my shit and I'll get out of -"

"Here," Harrington says, swiftly taking Eddie's hand, leaving him zero time to react, and pressing his guitar pick into his palm?! He pushes Eddie’s fingers to curl over the pick, patting the fist gently. "Try to stay out of here after school, Munson. Shit gets dangerous."

"Wha - how - what the fuck?" Eddie snatches his hand back. He stares.

The pool water reflects across Harrington's face, a blue glow that makes him look...otherworldly. Ethereal, even. Brown locks of hair turned damp, stuck to his skin, framing his face and curling around his eyes that look too dark for the evening light, barely distinct from the dilated pupils they hold. Water drips down his nose, fingers, chest, audibly splashing onto the wet pool floor, echoing out into the empty space.

"What..." Eddie hesitates, looking back up at those deep, void-like eyes. "What are you doing here, Harrington?"

The guy smiles, tilting his head at Eddie, eyes half-lidded. "Go home, Munson."

He steps closer to Eddie, leaning in, flooding the air with an acrid smell, some combination of chlorine and smoke. He stares at Eddie, giving a small nod and smiles again.

There's no light reflecting off his eyes, Eddie realizes before he steps back, keeps stepping until his back hits the exit door.

Harrington waves a hand, fingers bending up and down one by one. "Try to stay out of the dark."

The door shuts in Eddie's face and he runs.

[thelegendarymerchant]

Not at all angry Hello Kitty! Also, she's a fire wizard! That's gotta be worth 60 Gold and 32 Silver.

[usertoxicyaoi]

“Are you okay now?” THE EIGHTH SENSE (2023) - Episode 7 + 8.