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[littlealienproducts]

Hi all!

I've just relauched my shop, Gizmo and Co on Etsy!

I had to remake my shop which means starting again without any reviews or shop 'fans', so it would mean a lot if you took a moment to take a peak at Gizmo and Co and favourite anything you or a friend might like ♡ ♡ ♡

You can find my full website here and folllow my ig for super cute piggy pics here!

[sweetbunbakeshop]

𝕎𝔼 ℍ𝔸𝕍𝔼 𝔸ℕ 𝔼𝕏ℂ𝕀𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔸ℕℕ𝕆𝕌ℕℂ𝔼𝕄𝔼ℕ𝕋 🤍

You can now find Sweet Bun Bake Shop products at Bosley's in Parksville (if you're in BC, Canada)! 👏🏻

Bosley's in Parksville does so much good for the bunnies and the beings who care for them, and we’re beyond excited to see our products here 🙌🏻🤍

[hasanalserr7]

Help My Family Survive and Find Safety in Gaza

Dear friends and merciful people

Imagine losing everything that is dear to you in one day. This is the harsh reality that my family is facing in Gaza. I am is Hasan Alserr, and I communicate with you with a heart full of pain and a desperate call for help.

On July 28, 2024, my world crashed when my mother and sister were tragically killed during an attack on the tent displaced in the safe areas of Muwasi Khan Yunis, as the Israeli occupation claims. Our family of seven has been destroyed - my father, my only sister four brothers. Now, we are only five people, struggling to survive under horrific conditions.

Donate Here:

Our home has been completely demolished and homeless. In addition, my father has the only source of income that supports us, as we have been displaced several times, and every transition strips us of stability and hope. One day the walls were safe, leaving the survivors' family in a temporary tent, holding on to hope amid their broken dreams.

We desperately need your support to survive and eventually evacuate from Gaza. Your donations will provide basic supplies, help us secure safer living conditions, and help evacuate efforts. Every contribution, no matter how small, will make a big difference in our battle for survival.

Your donation and sharing of our story will greatly help us build our lives, provide the necessary protection for all of us, and provide the main necessities of life, including food, treatment, and basics.

Thank you for your kindness and standing with us during this critical time.

With sincere appreciation,

Hasan Alserr,

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To follow up on what happens first to my family, on Instagram, @hasanalserr or X (Twitter) @hassanalserr7

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[gremlingottoosilly]

What if the pet of monster141! Were an artist? (Idk like she likes to draw, wrute or dance that stuff)

As a collective, monster 141 couldn't really care less about the nature of your hobby. You're babbling about your drawings, and they are getting you materials. You want to dance, and they're the willing audience. You sing? They would listen. Never doing much to actually explore what you like to do, none of them really understand it except for Soap, who also likes to draw. They just adore your interests and the way you are not whining and crying about sitting in your nest whole day. If they can give you a bit of fun by just finding you art supplies or giving you company for your performances, you'd be the happiest pet alive and they are the happiest owners. You will have special connection with Soap though - he is an artist himself, and if you're drawing or doing something similar like crafting, he would love to exchange little art pieces with you. Just sitting together in a nest, drawing for each other - he would love to be your model or your inspiration, always wearing things you made him with proud glint in his eyes. Drawing you and then encouraging you to try it out too - even if you're not an artist, he would hype you so so much, it's insane just how supportive he is. Price isn't like this - he would just accept your little gifts and kiss you for every little picture or handmade piece you gave him, but he wouldn't look too much into it. he can't say anything other than "it's a really good drawing, luv" Ghost is even worse, somehow. He wouldn't even say anything when you're giving him the drawings or the little pieces - he would just grunt and take it, hoarding everything in his bed. He can't say how treasured you made him feel - but he adores you, even if he can't say this a lot of the time. Gaz would be the one to always listen to your singing or go dancing with you. As a harpy, he is naturally driven to mating dances and songs - if you're more on a performative art side of things, he would love to participate! Making you learn the harpy mating dance and the songs you need to sing when you're horny, or just repeating whatever you're doing like a proud birdie! Gaz just adores you so so so much, it's not even fair...

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hiii! If your not swamped with requests could I do a Moon/Sun where its a fem reader and Sun is a hopeless romantic and totally falls in love with reader but moon is more hesitant to admit his feelings? If u can ty sm! If u can’t that’s totally okay too🫶🏼

Sun and Moon crushing on the reader

OOOUUUUGH I love getting fnaf sb requests esp for the DCA!!!!/gen

Notes: reader is GN, written in separate segments but can easily be combined, reader is a human and works in the daycare as an assistant, no virus moon au

CWs: none

SUN

sun is painfully obvious when hes interacting with you, it would be a true miracle (or curse) if you somehow didnt notice

hes always tagging behind you when the kids arent around and even then if they dont need constant supervision hes going to be checking in on you- while constantly rotating his head and looking over his shoulder!

makes you handmade gifts with some of the supplies in the daycare; cards, paper flowers, crowns, things like that!

his rays spin so fast as hes looking at you, and if you return his energy his neck just !!! snaps right up before resting as it usually does.. its a little funny to look at actually

if you let him hes going to gush on and on about you

and hes not afraid to show off his crush!.... at least when appropriate; hes making sure to prioritize his duties

constantly hyping you up as well, nothing gets past him hes going to make sure you know ALL of your efforts are seen

MOON

moon is a lot more... to himself when it comes to his feelings for you

he doesnt avoid you and he doesnt seem to fully reject any affection from you, but you do notice that he seems a bit off around you

similar to sun, he makes you little crafts with stuff from the daycare... but he never really gives them to you in the end- instead they end up collecting dust in their room

perches himself up on the play structures during naptime and watches you work away at your desk, passing the time

his behavior is kind of like that of a cat; distant but alert, may let you pet if you approach slow enough

when he does talk to you about his thoughts on you theyre a lot more collected and put together compared to sun who just lets it spill out

though he still teases you when he gets the chance, sometimes snatching something that belongs to you when he wants your attention and feels brave enough to have you close to him

[angelkhi]

santa's little helper - j.m

pairing: joel miller x reader

summary: you get more than you bargained for being santa’s little helper.

warnings: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), thigh riding, fingering, dirty talk, some cursing, unprotected sex in an apocalypse (big dumb bitches), creampie (even bigger dumber bitches), pet names, age gap, low-key feral joel, a little bit of pining if you take off your glasses and squint. idk i’m writing this post crimbo dinner prep i’m tired.

word count: 2k

a little note: the logistics of when the breakout started and when the reader was born do not make sense but that is not my fault i'm not a scientist and i'm bad at math. anyways here's my singular christmas fic. to anyone that celebrates merry christmas, and to those who don't, have a lovely december 🫶🏾 (also not proofread i’m tired and it’s christmas)

Christmas is one of the few traditions kept alive in Jackson, with handmade paper decorations about the houses, small Christmas trees nursed to health with the help of Joel, children running around singing festive songs you'd missed for so many years. You felt truly alive for the first time in a long time.

Joel's smile is light, barely visible behind the beard curated from yarn, but you’re close enough to see his upturned lips. His eyes flick over your outfit, a green t-shirt turned dress, some striped tights and a stroke of damn near magic with long expired makeup transforming you into Santa’s little helper.

"Cute as a button." He mumbles. A steady stream of children enter the makeshift grotto and you don't get to enquire. Not that you would. Your whole body is ablaze with nervousness, Joel's comment striking deep, so deep in fact you probably could've foreign caking deep pink out of date blush to your cheeks. He’s one of the few good men left in this world, and his rugged looks are an added bonus, so it’s no wonder you keen for his approval.

The day goes off without a hitch, the smiles on the children's faces when they got to meet the Father Christmas, the endless amounts of crayon covered decorations each kid got to design, the supply of sugar cookies that dwindled far too quickly. You almost felt bad for the sugar rush their parents would have to deal with later on in the evening. But they wouldn’t care. It’s Christmas.

By the end of the night you’re beyond tired. A few stranglers help with some off he menial tidying, but you send them on their way, your morning plans of self indulgent cleaning spree at risk of being disrupted.

The town is quiet, but brightly lit when you lock the double doors, and you use the rare moment of peace and quiet to appreciate all that you’ve endured.

"Let me walk you home." You yelp quietly, the voice from the darkness unexpected. Though not unwelcome when you spy Joel's broad shoulder leaning against the old barn.

"You scared the shot out of me" You pause to catch your beating. He looks apologetic and for a moment you're worried you upset him "You don't have to do that."

"Walk you home or scare the shit out of you?" You chuckle.

"Not scaring the shit out of me would be nice, but you don’t have to walk me home Joel." In fact you can see your home from where you’re standing it’s so close.

"I know. I want to."

Joel fears that's about as close as hell get to a confession. He admired your normalcy in a world far beyond it. He admired you, albeit secretly.

The two of you walk in silence, until he’s walking up your porch stairs and you’re panicking about the once welcomed silence, filling it with an invitation into your home. He accepts with a quiet smile, taking in the festive lights and handcrafted decor.

You guide him through the small hallway into a tiny living room, filled with random trinkets and furniture that’s worse for wear. Its more homely than his humble abode, and it screams you, warm and inviting.

He leans back into the worn sofa, his legs spread. Even in the Santa Clause get up you're not sure how to place yourself. It's Joel Miller for heavens sakes. A part of him secretly enjoys your nervous energy as you hover in front of him, not sure what exactly to do with yourself.

"Here come sit." Joel pats the faded velour, "tell me what you want."

He suggested it without thinking, and of course you comply. You’d walk into a building full of infected if he asked. Something shifts when you find yourself in his lap, you wonder if he notices it too, the way the air in the room suddenly grew thicker filled with something you’re not sure you’d ever be brave enough to act on. Your palms grow clammy. Breathe.

Joel is dumbfounded at just how perfect you look in his lap. He’d keep you there forever if he could. His hands rest on your thighs, thumbs guiding a small driving small patterns into the striped tights. He dips his head low, trying to meet your downcast eyes.

“I want you Joel.” The admission has your cheeks tingling in slight embarrassment and an underlying fear of rejection.

"That's it sweet girl. Use your words and i'll give you anything you want."

Those hands slip beneath your dress, a wide palm cupping your warm cunt. He holds your gaze, watching and waiting.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“That so?” He hums, eyes raking over your almost innocent face, then down to where your hips meet his. Two fingers tap your thigh and a commanding ‘up’ is spoken. You raise your hips as he asks, you’d do anything he asked in that moment. Joel’s hands snake around the back of your thighs, pausing for a brief moment before gripping the scratchy tights and pulling with vigor. They split easily under the force, exposing you to him. He thumbs the edge of your panties for a moment, the small creases in his forehead deepening when he takes you in.

"Red lace? Where on earth did you get these?" His tone is light, punching through the heavy thickness in his throat and he tries to collect himself, just for a moment.

"I don't scavenge and tell Mr Miller." You chide playfully.

“Don't care where you got em from as long as I get to keep em."

"Then earn them." Joel smiles, not one to back down from a challenge, giving you a small and simple nod.

He’s so gentle when he places you on the sofa you’re lost for a moment, then he’s on his knees in front of you, hands on your thighs spreading you open. His thumb traces over the wet gusset of the almost transparent lace, a perfectly harsh pressure building when he rests on your clit. He doesn’t bother wasting time taking off the pretty underwear opting to pull them aside instead.

All of that sweetness, all of the hesitation flies out of the window when he finally catches a glimpse of you, so ready for him. Joel’s sharp tongue is sweeping against you in a bruising rhythm, nipping and sucking on your exposed clit. He’s impatient and determined, losing himself in how good you taste, showing no mercy when you grind yourself against him, gasping when your clit swipes against the soft bump of his nose. Your hands swipe through his salt and pepper waves, pulling him closer and he decides then that he’d happily die between your thighs. Your soft whimpers grow louder until they’re high pitched whines whilst you chase the orgasm he’s so desperate to give you.

“Fuck Joel.” Your fingers tighten around his soft hair, his rough fingers curling your weeping hole. All it takes is on hooked finger pressing up against that spot, one more soft drag of his tongue and you’re finished. Joel’s hips buck up at nothing when you cum on his face, making those pretty noises, hips clean off the couch cushions as you ride out your orgasm. But he doesn’t let up, fingers moving at a languid pace.

"Gimme one more. One more and i'll fuck your pretty cunt so good you'll feel me for days." Cocky bastard.

You’ve clearly lost all sense, because you nod like you have anything left to give.

He doesn’t stop, not until you’re thighs are practically shaking around his head, and you can barely keep your head on your shoulders. He looks so proud of himself when you find the energy to open your eyes. Like he could walk away untouched, your release giving him all the pleasure he needs.

He manoeuvres your pliant body back into his lap, hands cupping your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek.

"I ain't gonna be sweet on ya." Lies. He's already more than sweet on you, half way to smitten and too much of a coward to confess. If he were one for making rash decisions he'd be on one knee begging you to marry him and making you cum on his face. Though he wouldn't need a rash decision for the latter.

"Don't want you to be soft on me Joel. Please." You grind your hips into his growing bulge, shuddering breaths drowning out your weak plea. You make quick work of pulling down the handmade red trousers, hesitating only for a moment when your fingers rest on the waistband of his boxer shorts.

Joel’s chest heaves a little when your soft hands grip him, dragging the shiny pink head of his cock against your wet cunt, slipping him into your sopping hole with ease.

“That’s it. Take what you need.” He rests a guiding hand on your hip, until your flush against him, taking him to the hilt.

“So good for me.” This man and his fucking mouth.

He presses his mouth against yours, kissing you and claiming you all at once. His lips are surprisingly soft, a heavy contrast to the way he’s gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him. It’s not lost on you that he’s doing all the work but there’s not a single thought left in your head, just Joel and how he feels and sounds.

"Got you nice and full don't I?" You try to speak, honestly you do, but all that comes out is a pathetic whine. "Too fucked out to speak. Look at ya', so perfect all for me."

There is nothing that could pry you away from each other in that moment, your panting breaths, the slight tinge of sweat, burnt sugar and pine in the air. Joel's illicit grunts and your soft screams.

He finds some restraint and pauses, somehow placing you flat on your back, the soft couch cushions moulding around your body, worn out springs creaking beneath the weight of you both.

He cages you in, relishing as you practically melt into the worn leather sofa. His fingers hook under your knee, lifting your thigh higher, the small amount of strain forgotten when he sinks back into you hard and deep.

He takes almost as much as he gives, driving his hips in a harsh rhythm chasing his release, watching the way your body responds to him. Pretty lips parted, eyes closed so tight, pussy clenching around him. Nothing will ever feel this good. Joel thumbs at your clit once again, and he completely surrounds you. He’s so deep you can just about breathe, his deep grunts and guttural moans floating about your once boring living room.

He gives you your third orgasm of the evening, and you feel everything but nothing all at once. There’s nothing but him and you and the knowing that you’d never felt this good before and nothing would ever come close again. His thrusts are relentless, your wet cunt clenching around him sending him over that perfect ledge. Your name is the only thing on his lips when he cums so deep, you’re not sure where he ends and you begin. He’s completely still, muscles taught goading himself through his orgasm, the feeling nothing short of euphoric.

Joel’s hands find your face again, that softness ever present and he melts into your body, your lips.

“Honey you with me?" He asks after a short moment, his voice hoarse. You nod at first, but he’s looking for words, words you’re struggling to find with what little bit of energy you have left.

"I'm with you. Seeing fucking stars but i'm with you." Joel's shoulders grow less tense at your reassurance. He nods, calloused fingers exploring your cool skin all over again. You gasp in unison when he slips out of you, tucking himself into his boxers and pulling your panties back into place.

"So. Did I earn my keep?" The elastic twangs against your skin and the pair of you share a breathy laugh.

"Sure did. I'm all about giving, in the spirit of christmas of course." He smiles, more triumphant than cocky, though it morphs into a look of pure determination when you speak again.

"Did I mention I have them in black too?"

[eddsworld-nonsense]

Very random thought of an ask, but what would make the best present for each of them? (Can be main or all I lorve them)

Will probably draw some of these out later, but here is the list and explaination:

Edd: Literally Anything

• He is somehow astonished by even the dumbest of gifts, he still gets sparkles in his eyes when Ringo brings him dead mice

• He is also big on the "its the thought that counts" mindset, so even if he doesn't like it he will still be grateful just to receive a gift

• Wow hopefully this doesnt stem from childhood trauma

Tom: Handmade Gifts

• While he tends to ASK for things like music supplies and booze, anytime he gets something handmade his heart just melts

• The thought of someone putting in any amount of dedication to a present makes it something he cherishes forever

• It also reminds him of his childhood, when him and Jon would make each other goofy little gifts when things got rough

Matt: A Painting of Himself

• Yes, he still has a massive ego and would love a giant picture of himself

• But he likes getting paintings because it 1) shows how that person sees him and 2) it lets him see himself again since mirrors don't work anymore

• I imagine he has a wall of his room dedicated to paintings of himself, occasionally swapping them out with newer ones (He still saves the older ones dw)

Tord: A Hug

• "Ew cringe wtf do you mean a hug for Tord, he is an asshole and--" SHUT UP AND LET ME COOK

• Anything you could give Tord, they could ignore. They are so heavily convinced they are horrible that most items will be assumed to be some sort of threat/bribe/danger.

• The one thing that they can't chalk up to lying is physical affection, so hugs are the best way for them to actually realize "this person wants me to feel good"

Eduardo: Costumes for His Dog

• Eduardo doesn't really like gifts, he appreciates the thought but he isn't really attached to any of his items

• But, he always gets a kick out of dressing Doguardo up in silly little outfits

• He goes from total jerk to total softie if he sees the dog in a goofy ass sweafer

Mark: A Spa Day

• Mark hasn't been able to take care of himself as much as he wants to, mainly due to work and depression

• So being able to take a day just to focus on himself, with everything he could worry about being covered

• He would like, probably smile at you and that is big for him

Jon: A Companion of Some Kind

• Jon gets pretty lonely with Mark and Eduardo working most of the week

• He doesn't want to get a pet because of his fear of hurting them on accident (he already worries a lot over Doguardo)

• So either a pet he 100% couldn't hurt or something that could keep him company when alone

Laurel: Pot

• She is a simple women with simple wants

• She would 100% want to get high and watch adult swim

• Either that or just give her money

Fawn: Therapy

• She insists that she wants Tom, she just needs to talk to a professional

• She should also probably go to jail because girl has committed crimes

• She would be fine if she actually got help, but instead she just stalks a stranger

Margo: A Ticket Out of Here

• Margo wouldn't need to kill his doppelganger if he didn't live in the same town

• He isn't supposed to leave, Bing won't let him, but if he could book it without being found he would

• He just wants to live a normal life without the looming guilt of Tord

Mim: Nothing

• They wouldn't understand anything you try to give them/do

• You would need to explain any gift given

• Idk they would probably like stuffed animals once they understand them

[lesuccube]

➚ 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 : ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ — ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — bark bark bark .

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — fluff infection

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — not beta'd , constructive criticism is welcomed . reblogs and comments are appreciated .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 —

ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢʀᴀɴᴛ

steven would be wary at first because he worries the dog might make an even bigger mess of his stuff on the floor.

he'd be forced to clean up, might grumble a little in the beginning but will eventually enjoy the clean up process.

he finds it therapeutic in a way.

steven will 100% spoil the pupper. treats? yes. toys? he's bought it. clothes? he'll learn how to sew just so he can dress the dog up.

spoiler alert: he sometimes makes dog clothes similar to his printed button downs and goes out on walks with the matching clothes.

steven gives the dog the name, something like jackie or didi depending on the gender.

steven buys them a bed but will always let the dog sleep on his bed every single night.

steven will totally exhaust himself playing with their new pet. sometimes you'll come home and find him passed out on the floor with the dog snoozing on top of him or snuggled to his side.

steven will fill up his phone memory just to take pictures of the dog. silly, candid ones or where he lets their furry companion model his handmade clothes.

steven doesn't like bathing them though, he'll whine when he gets himself wet plus his flat doesn't have a tub to keep the water from (mostly) getting on him.

ᴍᴀʀᴄ ꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ

marc loves the dog. internally. you'll rarely catch him showing the pupper affection though he'll grow into the dog soon enough.

marc is the only one who trains the dog like sit, heel, shake and all that stuff.

marc who finds comfort in the dog whenever you're not around. if you're out working or are unable to come home, he'll turn to the dog and give them love. he'll make it up to you when you're back.

marc who grumbles and frowns whenever his headmates tease him about hiding his affections.

marc who buys proper pet supplies like a leash, bowls and a pet drinking fountain.

marc takes the dog out for early morning runs.

marc who hates cleaning up after dog fur when they start shedding, mutters under his breath as he vacuums the couch, the carpet and even the bed because steven trained the dog to sleep on their bed instead of the dog bed.

marc who, funny enough, is the only one who doesn't complain when bathing the dog. probably out of military experience?

marc who only ever uses the colored towels to dry the dog and never the white ones.

marc who scolds steven for overfeeding the pup to which the latter would defend himself saying he's been trying to control himself from giving them too many treats.

ᴊᴀ���ᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋʟᴇʏ

jake who absolutely adores the dog.

jake brings them with him whenever he works.

jake who bought a pet seat in his cab and some portable cleaning supplies in case the dog shits while they're on the road.

jake is the little shit who secretly gives the pupper extra treats without the other two knowing, not even you.

jake who dotes on the puppy, sings to them and plays fetch in parks when it's a slow day working as a cabbie.

jake, although loves the furball to bits, doesn't like it when they sleep next to him though. he overheats with the additional warmth and sticking a leg out doesn't help anymore.

jake who loves, loves, loves bringing the dog with him to pubs or any establishments (pet friendly ones). if he was single he definitely picks up ladies this way.

marc snitched on him about that thought and it resulted in you ignoring him which led to you not coming home for two days until he apologized and said he meant nothing when he thought that.

jake who teaches the dog more silly tricks like play dead, stand and talk.

jake who holds the doggo like a baby which you take notice of and comment on how he'll look good holding an actual baby like that too.

[annab-nana]

Making handmade cards then sending them to your dearest people, where the reader sends one to each of the pogues and rafe too!!

i did a similar one here with sarah if you want to read that too, but here you go sweetheart :))) this turned out to be more rafe-centered than pogues-centered, but i think it still turned out well

warnings: not proofread, kinda cocky rafe, use of pet names (sweetheart)

❀ masterlist ❀

when wheezie asked if you could help her make homemade cards for her class's holiday card exchange, you immediately said yes. it wasn't like you could ever turn down the small curly-haired brunette. after collecting several craft supplies and looking to the internet for some ideas, you worked alongside her as she made cards for her class and you for your friends.

"i thought you were only making cards for your friends?" wheezie inquired upon seeing you pull out another piece of paper to make another card.

"i am," you stated, unsure where she was going with this.

"well, you've already made one for sarah, john b, jj, pope, and kiara, so if my memory serves me correctly, that's all the friends you have." you loved the girl, but damn if she wasn't brutally honest.

you chuckled lightly. "that's true."

"so..." she dragged out.

"so?"

"so," she started dramatically, "who's that card for?"

"someone."

she wasn't satisfied with your answer. "someone?"

you gave in. "rafe."

"rafe? rafe isn't your friend." your cheeks warmed when you thought about the boy.

"no, he isn't."

"then, why are you making him a card?" she pressed. "if it goes like anything i've ever made him, he'll probably toss it in a week."

"because i want to."

wheezie's lips curved up into a teasing grin. "you like him."

"i do not."

"yeah, you do," she jeered.

a silence settled over the two of you before you spoke. "i'll be right back."

"so you like me?" rafe piped up when you saw him behind the wall you'd just passed. your hand flew to your chest in an attempt to get your heart to settle, but rafe taking a step closer to you only made the organ behave more erratically.

"i- uh-" he'd caught you by surprise and his increasingly closer proximity was making the words die in your throat.

"hey, hey," he began while he slipped his hand up to cup your cheek, "the feeling's mutual, sweetheart."

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COMMISSIONS & CRAFTS FOR SALE 2024:

For those that may not know, I've been having troubles getting some kind of cash assistance. Even though I'm on food assistance, I can't get any more cash assistance because I'm "Disabled, but not too disabled to work." (Despite my physical and mental health slowly getting worse, and not being able to get a full diagnosis and treatment for my current health issues.)

Until my appeal goes through, I'm trying to advertise my crafts and commissions on more of the platforms I'm on.

(NOTE: All money I get from commissions and the things I sell, are split into helping my partner and family, along with necessities for myself, more crafts supplies, pet food/pet care, etc. Once I'm more financially stable in the future, I hope to be able to maybe give some of my money back to the community to help people in need. Or use that money to create something that can help people in need.)

ART COMMISSIONS:

You may already know that I draw art. (Both traditionally and digitally.) My current prices are listed below, but if you want to see more examples, feel free to message me and I'll be happy to show you some pics of my most recent pieces! ☺️

CRAFTS:

I have a small online shop where I sell handmade items. I've made bookmarks, plushies, dragon eggs, jewelry, and more! (If you'd like to see more examples, feel free to message me on here and I'd be happy to show you/tell you about the other things I make. ☺️)

FUTURE PROJECTS:

1. Sometime in the future, depending on if I can get a diagnosis/help with my joints/fatigue, I want to be able to design/alter clothes inspired by the Harajuku/Ouji/Alternative fashion styles, and sell them to people. Until then, I'm only (slowly) making/altering clothes for myself. You can see some of my clothes alteration projects at:

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2. I also plan on customizing and selling furbys once I'm in a better spot to do so, financially and physically.

3. Before my joints got bad, I used to be a freelance front-end web designer/developer. Unfortunately I've had to stop doing that for now due to chronic joint pain and fatigue. If I ever get help for these issues, I plan on going back into web design and offer my services to people again.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. ☺️

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Top 10 Business with less capital

Top 10 small business idea with less capital

Here are ten small business ideas that require relatively low capital to start:

Freelance Services: Offer your skills and expertise as a freelancer in areas such as writing, graphic design, web development, social media management, or virtual assistance. All you need is a computer and an internet connection.

2. Home Cleaning Services: Start a residential cleaning service, offering regular or one-time cleaning to homeowners in your area. You'll need cleaning supplies and basic equipment to get started.

3. Personal Training: If you have a passion for fitness, become a personal trainer. You can offer your services either in clients' homes or at local gyms, and you can start with minimal equipment.

4. Tutoring: If you excel in a particular subject or have specialized knowledge, you can start a tutoring business. Offer your services to students of all ages and levels, either in-person or online.

5. Handmade Products: If you're skilled in crafts or have a creative hobby, consider selling handmade products. These can include jewelry, artwork, candles, soaps, or personalized gifts.

6. Mobile Food Truck: Start a mobile food business by operating a food truck or cart. Identify a niche or popular cuisine, create a unique menu, and serve customers at various locations or events.

7. Event Planning: If you have organizational skills and a knack for planning, start an event planning business. Help clients with weddings, parties, corporate events, or special occasions.

8. Pet Services: Offer pet sitting, dog walking, or grooming services to pet owners in your area. This business idea is ideal for animal lovers and requires minimal upfront investment.

9. E-commerce Store: Start an online store selling products in a niche market. You can use platforms like Shopify or Etsy to create your store and sell products sourced from wholesalers or made by yourself.

10. Social Media Management: Many businesses struggle with managing their social media presence. If you're knowledgeable about various social media platforms, you can offer your services to manage and grow their online presence.

Remember, while these ideas require less capital to start, it's essential to create a solid business plan, conduct market research, and provide excellent customer service to increase your chances of success.

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Tabby's Writing Game: Day 1

Melancholy Monday!!

In retrospect, I should have switched the first Monday for a different one, but... too late now 😅

Bring on the meowch! (that's "meow" and "ouch" combined, btw)

TRIGGER WARNING: animal death

Louis watched from his little corner in Harry’s altar room as his partner frantically rushed around the space, clearly stressed as they moved jerkily, their hands trembling. With the Winter Solstice only two and a half weeks away, they had very little time to prepare all the supplies they needed and to craft all the items they wanted before the solar-celebrative Sabbat arrived. It wouldn’t have been so bad had their last set of Winter Solstice candles not burned down completely last year, but alas, they had, so they had to make new ones from scratch. Louis felt his heart ache as he caught Harry occasionally wiping a stray tear from their cheeks. They were desperately missing their former Familiar, Shadow, who had passed away around this time four years ago. Shadow had been a large black tomcat with one grey ear, who Harry had received as their first pet as a child (hence the very uncreative name given by the then eight-year-old Harry, not that Shadow himself seemed to mind) and later discovered that he was their first Familiar. Shadow had passed about a week after the Solstice that year, holding on just long enough for one last Sabbat and the joy that came with Louis’ birthday and Christmas, too. On the day he’d passed, Harry had curled up with him in bed upstairs and Louis had joined them, too, after a while. He’d also dearly loved Shadow during the two years he’d known Harry’s Familiar, and Shadow loved him, too, though their connection was nowhere near as deep as the one between Shadow and Harry. Shadow purred the entire time they doted over him, his jowls seeming to lift with a cattish almost-smile. When those purrs began to stutter and weaken, though, Harry had quietly told Shadow that he could let go, that it was okay. Shadow held on as long as he could, nuzzling into Harry’s neck as he took his last few breaths, purring until the last. Louis had held onto both of them as Harry held Shadow’s lifeless body and cried, crying into Harry’s curls himself. The next day, Shadow had been cremated, and the small urn his ashes were in, along with an ink print of his paw, a tuft of his fur, his collar and a colour photo in a frame that Harry had handmade never left their altar after that, always there in tribute to their loved and lost Familiar.