#handmirror

[wily-advertise-led-board]

Tag a friend who needs this adorable hand mirror in their life! 💖

[rosemaze-reveries]

false hope mary in da brain.... imagine 👹👹....... her only recollection of her life comes from the fragments she sees in her mirrors. she finds scatterings of you across her memories, but no mirror reveals your fate. wherever she searches, all she can gather is a semblance of your existence. who are you? she's certain she'd find her answer to understanding everything through you. still, you remain untouchable, just a mirage looming in her long gone past.

as the queen of dreams, she fashions 'models' in your likeness, in hopes of sating the emptiness you left in her. none ever portray you perfectly enough, and she feels further disconnected from the 'you' she longs for

but, gradually, traces of her former self find their way back to her, and it occurs to her that she might have played a more direct hand in your undoing than she first expected

[nomemoriesnoproblem]

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[entinullbutno]

Having OCs are wild bc you can just make anything you want canon canon

[catboynutsack]

Got some of The Items of all time at the thrift shop today and I couldn't be happier

[arcadian-vampire]

Watching a professional hairdresser cut my mom's hair like 👀 [takes notes]

[pearlescentparade]

could you make a fic or HCs for 1x1x1x1 but the Betrayed 1x1x1x1 skin if you could :3 maybe something to do with his hair but its up to you :D

im not even gonna lie ive been basing 1x's personality off of his betrayed skin's bc those voicelines are the only hints i get at knowing how this dude acts so the only difference is that she's got hair 💔💔

grooming ❎ betrayed 1x1x1x1 x reader fluff💝

"y0u just c4n't g3t 3n0ugh 0f m3~" 1x1x1x1 boldly claims as you run your fingers through their luscious white hair, watching the strands seamlessly part as you comb through.

you roll your eyes, "ever the narcissist, aren't you? in any case, it's your hair i'm obsessed with, not you. just how do you get it to be so smooth...?" taking a small lock in your hand, you observe it in awe. seriously, no knots or tangles? they could star in a pantene commercial if he didn't look so damn scary.

a devious snicker escapes from them, and you're already mentally preparing yourself to hear what she has to say next.

"1 w4sh w1th th3 b100d 0f my v1ct1ms- AUGH!" with the piece of hair that's already in your hand, you firmly pull it as a way to scold them.

"ew! whatever, edgelord."

1x1x1x1 turns back to look at you when they feel you withdraw your hands to dig in your bag, perturbed by the loss of contact. the chains that sit around their body clink from the movement. "1 d0n't r3m3mb3r s4y1ng y0u c0u1d st0p."

"oh, be patient! i only stopped so i could get these." after scolding her gently, you emerge from your bag, revealing a brush, some hairties, and a few cutesy clips. the face 1x1x1x1 makes at the objects could be described as something akin to disgust yet intrigue. she slightly backs away, letting out a hiss, "y0u w4nt t0 d3c0r4t3 m3 l1ke 1'm s0m3 k1nd 0f p3t? hhhh.. 1 w0n't 4110w 1t."

you step forward, closing the distance he attempted to create. "don't be dramatic, it's only a few accessories! you have all that nice hair, you ought do something fun with it every now and then." the being of hatred starts to retort, but completely gives up when you begin brushing, losing himself in the pleasant feeling. you swear you can hear them faintly purring.

after a bit of brushing out, you split the back of their hair down the middle, sectioning it into two. then, collecting all of the hair on one side, you pull it into a hairtie and start tying a pigtail. the same goes for the other side. finally, to top it all off, you fasten some clips on their bangs. 1x1x1x1 suspects something is up when she hears you giggling, and confronts you when you've finished. "1 d0n't 3v3n w4nt t0 kn0w wh4t y0u'v3 d0n3 w1th m3."

"aww, c'mon, you don't, heh, you don't wanna see what you look like? not even a liiiittle?" teasingly, you hold your handmirror out to her and invite her to take a look as you struggle to stifle your laughter. if 1x1x1x1 could destroy objects with his glare, that mirror would've shattered in your hands. they growl as they snatch it from you, hesitantly lifting it to behold themself in the glass.

safe to say, he absolutely hates it. the cutesy pastel clips with bows and small animals appear alien alongside 1x1x1x1's harsh and saturated color palette, and don't even get her started on the dumb pigtails. "..th1s 1s 4WFUL! 1 l00k utt3r1y stup1d—hurry 4nd t4ke 1t 0ff!" in a fit of embarrassment, she violently shuts the mirror with a loud clap, and hurls it at you. you're barely able to catch it through your laughter.

"but—snrk—but 1x, you look so cute! keep them on, pleaaseeee?"

"4bs0lut41y n0t. th3s3 4r3 c0m1ng 0ff." one by one, 1x1x1x1 yanks the clips out of his hair and discards them onto the ground. before they can take out the pigtails, you stop them by gently grabbing her wrist.

"at least keep the pigtails in... think about it like the ponytail you always have, just on both sides of your head." he narrows their sharp red eyes, elf ears twitching in annoyance as you attempt to convince them to keep any evidence of your mini makeover.

after a long and gravelly exhale from him, he resigns, "f1n3. but d0n't th1nk y0u'll g3t 4w4y w1th th1s.. 1'll g3t b4ck 4t y0u!"

when the next round rolls around, 1x1x1x1 targets you heavily, stopping at nothing to ensure you lose. despite the other survivors' valiant efforts to protect you, she gets you. but damn, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't worth it seeing 1x1x1x1 in cutesy pigtails, even if they were enraged and chasing you.

(parade postscript: i think i'll have 1x1x1x1 talk with leetspeak bc i see a lot of ppl make him do that so why not teehee im afraid itll make her rlly similar to griefer but i think i can write them to be different enough......)

[noisycroissant]

Meus Amor (Part 1)

Read part 2 here

SoftDom!Ascended Astarion x Reader

(This was previously called Amica Mea till a dear reader corrected me. Also, I cannot write him as an asshole. I tried, it simply will not materialise 😔)

You could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer to the grand oak door of your bed chamber. The long hallway outside was mostly empty save for a few candelabra and paintings, the entire bed chamber was in a separate wing of the castle.

He'd designed it that way for privacy.

"I don't want anyone else to hear those pretty moans you sing for me, pet," he'd cooed when you'd asked about the odd placement of your chambers, "For my ears and eyes only."

The doors swing open as Astarion strides in. "Come to me, my sweet. I have a gift for you. Took forever for the jeweller to deliver, but I am rather pleased with how it turned out," he says as he walks towards the bed, stripping off his clothes along the way.

He sits on the bed, shirtless, pale skin glowing in the candlelight. Placing a jewellery box on the bed, he takes your hand and pulls you to sit beside him.

"Another piece of jewellery, Astarion? Gods, you do realise I only have one neck. I cannot possibly wear every necklace you've gotten me already!" you tease.

"I thought you'd prefer the sparkling rocks cover up all the ways I've marked that lovely neck, darling," he teases back, "I know you're not an exhibitionist."

Your cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink at his comment. All this time, and you'd think you'd run out of shame but no, his teasing will always have the blood rushing to your face.

"Open the box, I want to see how it looks on you."

You open the box to see a simple circlet of gold on a velvet cushion. There's a clasp at the back. And a simple locket dangling from it.

"I have to admit, this is one of the more tamer pieces you've gotten me," you say, picking up the circlet, confusion on your face.

"You're so going to regret your choice of words, my love," he laughs out as he takes the circlet from your hands and moves behind you to help you put it on.

You hold up your hair as he clasps it into place. The locket is against your throat. The circlet is a tighter fit than you'd thought it would be.

Almost like a collar.

He wouldn't...

"Oh yes I would, because I did," he whispers in your ear, "My gorgeous pet, would you wear this for me? Only when it's just us?"

"What does the locket say?"

"Take a look in the mirror. See for yourself," he passes you a handmirror.

Meus Amor

My beloved

Astarion lifts the locket with his fingers, his face close to yours, "Meus amor, would you wear this for me?"

You take a moment to look at his face. Anticipation, love...and hunger reflect in his eyes. For you.

Your heart flutters as you hear yourself say, "Yes, Astarion, for you, I would."

His lips are on yours the second you finish speaking. A hungry depraved kiss, his tongue stroking yours, his fangs catching your lower lip. You moan into his mouth and he leans you to your back, his knee moving to spread your legs as you lie down.

"You never stop surprising me, my love," he confesses quietly, moving to your shoulder. You feel his fangs prick the tender skin as he says, "I'm going to make you sing till dawn, sweetheart. I hope you're ready."

[hellisntreal]

The Masters on their own! Plus, Fires has a hat.

Design comments under the cut bc I had a lot of fun

Mirrors: A silver handmirror, with red and gold vines fitting the domain of dreams

Veils: An owl! The least thematic faceplate and a rather simple design, but Veils is a sneaky one. The Masters are metaphorically owls sometimes, and I think a sharp subtle look suits it.

Cups: The final one I drew because I didn't know what to do. Like Veils, Cups isn't everything it seems. I went with the "empty, flowing cup" look.

Pages: Reading a lil book :3 Pages' face is shaped like a book and so is its robe. Tried to get every neathbow colour in there.

Wines: The first one I drew and thus honestly understated. Its face is shaped like a wineglass and there's a lil crown on its head

Spices: Variety is the Spices of life? As one wanting the domain of Parabola, I went with honey and a touch of tiger. Its face is a plant, I was thinking specifically of the lotus-eaters, you also are welcome to read it as Weird Weed

Fires: Flames and charred ashes. A bit of extra splatter on the cloak which could be burnt, covered in oil, or just dyed by the blood of the proletariat. It's face is meant to be a phoenix

Candles: A melting candle with some sacrificial victim vibes. A circular face for an absence, a well.

Irons: I kept trying to stick to 'approximately these are robes' but Iron... Iron has had a tailor mock its robe up into a beautiful iron casket. I wanted a bit of a pen/dagger shape too.

Happles: Wanted to mix both Apples and Hearts things, so a candy apple, zigsag jaws, sausage, dripping blood... Happles faceplate is an apple dangling from a stem

Stones: Absolutely decked out and glammed up, diamond in hand, shine on, slayyy. Stones just kinda has a canon design and aesthetic it was really easy to adapt

[quirkthieves]

ok so the reason the camera quality is ass is bc i dug up these pics from high school which is also why the art is ass but

DID SOMEONE SAY SOUL EATER AU

[plounce]

ffxiv fics will often have people bathing/washing in the lake near the bookman's shelves which is a nice image and makes good use of the beautiful il mheg landscape, but it also makes me ? because hey um. that lake's full of malicious trickster squirtles who really want to drown you. thancred says right before dohn mheg that they "avoided the lake at all costs" so i really dont think any of them would ever take off their armor to go bathe in it, especially urianger who is especially vulnerable to being drowned due to not being able to swim. plus i think urianger is kind of fussy and squeamish about certain things so he wouldn't be super into bathing amongst algae and aquatic weeds (which longmirror lake is full of, along with destroyed voeburtite buildings and nefarious dead children turtles). so i suppose the question is: how does one bathe at the bookman's shelves?

urianger bartered for mountain cave spring water from the nu mou

there might be a well or small spring near the manor itself

something something water crystals

urianger could have rigged a pulley system to haul water up from handmirror lake, the lake on the west side of il mheg beneath a precipitous cliff by the bookman's shelves that may not have fuath in it

urianger has a bathtub that MUST stay dry at all costs and if anyone were to fill it with water he would be forced to use up his favorite soaps in order to fix it which would make him MOST frustrated and despondent

[nomemoriesnoproblem]

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[zeebreezin]

Joining @lord-emerson ‘s trend of doing these for FL characters, it looked fun :)

[elsewhereuniversity]

On behalf of a group of students who you once helped, and who would prefer to remain anonymous, I offer you an unmaking for any three objects in your safekeeping, within reason. Unmaking is slower than destruction, but much safer and more reliable. I cannot unmake living beings. I will only unmake sentient objects that attempt to or express a desire to harm people. I cannot unmake the fabric of reality. I can unmake memories but I do not recommend this. If you have anything that is impossible to destroy, consider having it unmade instead.

There is no better unmaker than me. I unmade the King of the Burning Peak's cursed crown and Alder Hill Fort and the Buried Eye.

There is no need to take up this offer immediately. If there are more things you want unmade afterwards my prices are reasonable. I prefer payment in gold. I am also happy to recklessly destroy anything for free if it burns well. This is how the Burning Peak got its name.

- Hawthorn of the High Tower of the Burning Peak of the Louring Mountains

Three charms for you, Unmaker Hawthorn, which I have turned over and over and over before surrendering them to your care:

A stolen baguette-cut aquamarine, each facet showing a sliver of a different, desperate face, faint as a reflection in a dark window. I do not know who the poor souls trapped within are, nor how many they number, but I can find no way to free them. Unmaking it may do the trick, or it may destroy them. From the agony conveyed in those contorted expressions, I think either might be preferable to letting it continue to exist.

A handmirror of rose-gold, the back decorated with ornate Victorian memento mori imagery. Looking upon yourself in this mirror kills your reflection, viscerally, before your eyes. Subsequent viewings show only your own corpse, rotting away. Your reflection in other mirrors becomes just out-of-time after, and I don't think any possible good can come of it.

A ship in a bottle, a splintered wreck on the verge of sinking, born up on a sloshing sea of what seems for all intents and purposes to be dark, opaque venous blood. I do not want it, I do not want to look at it, I do not want to know it exists any longer.

[mellowwillowy]

Doll Reader: *tugs Yan's hand while pointing at the shop's window* look, a handmirror!

Yan: *looks at the mirror and couldn't see his own reflection* huh? Weird...

Doll Reader: *looks at the mirror and sees your own reflection* why am I the only one who shows up in the reflection? *looks at yan*

Handmirror: *reflects Human Reader scowling toward yan*

Yan: ... *walks away from the shop* let's go. This shop is no good. I'll give you all the mirrors you want but this.

Doll Reader: *glances toward the mirror and sees your doll reflection*

[koolaidoverliving]

random candymaker rant

these two live in my head rent free... they are straight (gay) chaos. both of them are highkey insane so their relationship matches that.

they've known each other for ten years, or more. candy pop and the toymaker have a mutual understanding of each others' powers. they acknowledge each other as "equals" and though they had a rivalry in the beginning parts of their relationship, that fell apart. candy pop was more than overwhelming with his traps and tricks. it became a one-sided thing that jason has to suffer from. 

their first encounter involved jason fixing candy pop's hammer. only pierrot had been able to fix it in the past, so candy pop was impressed. unfortunately, jason's arrogant personality pissed off candy pop. he tried to kill him the moment he got his hammer back.

despite this, they have some friendly ties to each other. they're frenemies!!! candy pop always celebrates jason's birthday. even when jason doesn't ask for a celebration, candy pop still brings 1-2 people and a cake. also, candy pop doesn't have a birthday of his own. so when jason asked for candy pop's birthday, he didn't have an answer. for that reason, jason made up a date for him. candy pop forgot about it a few minutes later, but jason remembered it. sooo thanks to the toymaker, candy pop's birthday is july 12th. 

candy pop refers to jason as his personal chef. jason buys him food, makes him food, teaches him how to make food. it was super cute at first but now jason wants to fucking kill himself. why can't this jester just learn how to FUCKING COOK. it doesn't help that jason's the only one with an actual job so he has to pay for basically everything. 

jason overworks himself all the time so candy pop runs errands for him. just so he doesn't fall over and die from something that isn't his hammer. "nothing is allowed to kill you except for me!" candy pop also tries to make jason some food but it goes so terribly wrong. he just gives jason some candy instead. jason does NOT thank him. this shit is the bare minimum. candy pop is constantly trying to get the toymaker to do things other than work in his workshop all day.

candy pop sets up traps to "catch" the toymaker. they rarely work. the one time it did work, the toymaker was so disappointed in himself he had to drink ten bottles of wine just to forget about it. the toymaker barricades his door so candy pop doesn't enter his workshop, but candy pop finds a way in no matter what. whether it's climbing in through the window or digging in from the floor, he will find a way in.

jason finds candy pop's crying to be really fucking annoying (or funny, it depends). candy pop cries a LOT. he has such terrible mood swings. he's like a girl on her period. but jason is one of the two people candy pop goes to when he's upset (the other being nathan), so jason has to deal with it. candy pop just bugs him till he breaks down. and now they're BOTH on the verge of tears! HOORAY!!! 

when candy pop has a genuinely good reason to be sad, jason will give him ice cream and tell him to sit in a corner while he works. if that doesn't work, he shows him some cool magic tricks. speaking of magic tricks, candy pop is always amazed by them. no matter how basic they are. candy pop's magic tricks are NOT as good as jason the toymaker's. 

the way the care for each other is really confusing. candy pop acknowledges that jason's a manipulative piece of shit dickhead and jason acknowledges that candy pop's a disrespectful loudmouth freak... but at the same time, they work together pretty efficiently... which is saying a lot because they both hate working with people.

smaller headcanons that i will not elaborate on unless asked

candy pop and the toymaker gang up on the puppeteer, taking turns calling him poor and homeless. usually happens when they're drunk.

jason only uses handmirrors due to candy pop's fear of mirrors.

jason loves his reflection though he'll always stop in front of store-windows just to see himself. 

candy pop is one of the only ones to see jason's true form. this is simply because he's pissed jason off so much.

jason the toymaker probably thought candy pop was a girl when they first met. he was another victim to the feminine jester.

rivals... with benefits. it's not gay if he looks like a woman

jason throws out all the "birthday shirts" candy pop gives to him. he does NOT want 10 shirts with candy pop's face on it.

jason is a famous and popular toymaker. candy pop is an unemployed homeless man who tries to ruin his career by posting ads calling him a misogynist and an abuser.

candy pop spreads the worst rumors about jason. it's actually crazy. 

there are too many people out there who think candy pop is jason's son. and another group of people who think candy pop and jason HAVE a son. 

THE TOYMAKER IS A WOOD EATER. HE EATS WOOD. CHEWS ON WOOD. EATS SAWDUST. 

jason had to make an entire new email and hide it from candy pop because he kept enlisting jason into the US army.

list of candy pop's names for the toymaker

jason

jas

jacey

toyboy

the toymaker

toymaker

the

redhead

favourite redhead

leprechaun

jason t. toymaker

misogynist

whiny bitch

annoying narcissistic asshole

list of the toymaker's names for candy pop

candy

GET OUT OF MY WORKSHOP

LEAVE

PLEASE 

HOW DID YOU GET PAST THE BARRICADES

ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS

I AM GOING TO KILL YOU