#niche jewelry

[xinyidecor]

Minimalist style necklace for daily commuting, low-key and exquisite The minimalist style is very versatile Especially basic clothing that goes well with daily commuting Simple and attractive Poor sense of presence But it can improve the sophistication of the entire outfit

[poetry-mall]

Embracing Elegance: The Allure of Natural Amethyst Necklaces and Personalized Jewelry Accessories

The Beauty of Natural Amethyst Necklaces Natural amethyst necklaces showcase a captivating array of colors, ranging from deep violet to soft lavender. This stunning gemstone, a variety of quartz, is renowned not only for its beauty but also for its unique properties. The way amethyst captures and refracts light creates a mesmerizing interplay of shadows and sparkle, making each piece of jewelry…

[velourria]

[gmanmedias]

What’s your favorite niche character from your current hyperfixation or special interest?

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[whalesharkgummer]

emmaeboddy on depop

[fairy-fleurs]

You could hear all of the fashion girlies whispering when she wore this

[harlequinfrog]

My DnD group's DM is collaborating with the players on worldbuilding and I'm the only one playing a gnome so she gave me the go-ahead to make up whatever the hell I want as long as it doesn't affect gameplay too much. MY CITY NOW

[biaswreckmepls]

Fan-Chosen BTS fics #1 - Jan 2024 - Day 3

I Told You So

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41221206

Author: NewBeginings

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Min Yoongi/Park Jimin

Status: Completed

Chapters: One-shot (12637 words)

Tags: Rapper AU

Summary:

Jimin loves only 3 things in his life. His craft, his family, and his best friend/ business partner.

He does not like idols.

But a collaboration with the world famous rap group, Cypher, not only challenges his views on idols, but his list of loves.

or Jewelry designer and co-CEO of up and coming South Korean fashion brand Promise, learns to open his mind and fall in love.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41221206

[xinyidecor]

Commuting accessories | 6 sets of exquisite commuting accessories for girls🍁✨ The beautiful golden colors for autumn and winter are here. Every set looks great! ! Come in as a set of eight early!

[ghost-proofbaby]

my favorite thing about this is how it's said "oh we're both weirdos" and nothing explicitly weird was done.

there was lore here that i said "i'll mention it in passing, but you'll have to pry the real details from my cold dead fingertips"

when you know, you know. (e.m.)

summary: air hockey has never been so romantic.

warnings: it's alluded to that reader is wearing red lipstick. not edited.

pairing: eddie munson x reader

wc: 1.8k+

a/n: a very late valentine's day gift for you all (and eddie). also, the fact i've never written proper mechanic eddie... what a shame.

“Yes!” 

If any of the nearby children flinched, you didn’t notice. You were too wrapped up in your victory, going as far as to partake in a terribly embarrassing dance on your end of the air hockey table as Eddie shakes his head slowly. 

“You definitely cheated,” he deadpans, a twitch of a smile nearly giving him away as he leans down to pick the puck out of the slot below on his end, “There’s no way you’re about to beat me in under five minutes, again.” 

You smile, lips painted red under the lowlights of the arcade as you lean over the table and taunt him, “Or maybe it’s just a skill issue. I wouldn’t keep beating you if you were actually a professional in air hockey like you’d claimed, Munson.” 

Three dates – tonight makes four – and you still hadn’t quite worked out how you’d managed to capture the attention of the boy before you. When he’d originally asked you out to coffee, you’d swallowed down all your excessive excitement just to answer him. The local mechanic that you’d been making heart eyes at every few months when you’d go in for an oil check, the one who hadn’t allowed the others at the shop to oversell you on a damn thing when you’d get your tires rotated. Who always smiled shyly as he’d bring you back your keys.

You’d figured the coffee date would last an hour if you were lucky. The two of you would spend more than five minutes in the same room together, he’d realize how overbearing you were, and that would be the end of it. Ridiculous crush effectively squashed. 

But it hadn’t. 

It had lasted hours, plural. Coffees finished and second lattes nursed until they’d gone cold, the outcome had been the exact opposite of your expectations. Your conversation had flowed effortlessly, common ground and common interests found with ease, and suddenly, Eddie was more than just some cute mechanic for your friends to tease you over. 

The first date had only ended due to his shift at the shop that afternoon. 

The subsequent sushi dinner date, and then the movie night the next week, had also lasted hours. 

“For someone who works on cars, you should be a lot better with your hands,” you poke gentle fun at him as he makes the first hit against the puck this time, far more careful than you had been when serving. 

“Or maybe I’m just determined to keep letting my pretty date win.” 

“And why would you ever do that?” 

Another hit from your mallet, the sharp tapping of your aggressive push ringing out over the sound of nearby machines. You don’t dare to glance in the direction of the ruckus, but you’re pretty sure someone has just won an exciting amount of tickets based on the squeals of glee. 

“I dunno,” Eddie pauses to shrug after he hits the puck once more, his guard dropping. You’re ruthless as you take the opportunity to shoot the puck straight into ‘goal’ on his side of the table. A straight shot, far too easy for your liking, but you still celebrate the victory with another embarrassing dance, “Maybe it’s because I’m into that ridiculous dance they keep doing whenever they score.” 

You immediately stop your little jumps, eyes widening, a rush of embarrassment heating you up from the inside out as Eddie’s eyes stay glued on you. The table powers down as he makes his way around it, feet bringing him right to you. 

You’d always thought Eddie would find you weird, or odd, or unappealing after that coffee date, but the outcome had been better than you could have possibly conceived.

He was an absolute weirdo as well. 

Fondness overtakes his features just like it had on that coffee date when you’d accidentally snorted at one of his jokes, and your heart flutters eagerly. You can’t believe there had been a time you’d only watch him from behind glass, trying to not get caught as you would blatantly stare at him as he’d work on your car. A time when you’d only see his curls up in loose buns rather than framing his face as they were now, a time when you couldn’t even shake his hand due to it being covered in oil. 

That had all only been a month ago, but you already couldn’t imagine your life without Eddie Munson in it. 

“Don’t go shy on me now,” he chuckles as he stops in front of you, smirk deepening the dimples you’d only noticed on your second date with him. He’d been too bashful the first date, ducking whenever his grin would grow too wide on you, biting his tongue on half the flirtatious remarks you wished he would have said. “You won, fair and square, so what’s your prize gonna be, valentine?” 

He also waited until the second date to kiss you. That had nearly killed you. 

“It’s not very fair if you let me win,” you whisper, unable to look away from his eyes. They’re a soft brown, a smooth honey, a nice sight for sore eyes. You kind of like the crinkles beside them, too. Kind of wonder what it would be like to wake up beside him, roll over, and kiss them – all before the sun ever rose. 

He reaches out and gingerly grabs your hand, calloused fingertips brushing your knuckles before he entangles your fingers with his. “Psh, who said I let you win? Maybe I just really suck at air hockey.”

“You just-”

You never get to finish your argument. He’s quick to swoop down, capturing your lips in his. The rudest of interruptions, and it still manages to weaken your knees. 

Each kiss only grows sweeter. And more confident, more sure. The first one had been timid, exchanged on your doorstep with boyish hesitation and meek desperation. But now, several kisses experienced since that night, all apprehension has melted. He lets his lips meld to yours, captures your bottom lip just tightly enough to give it a brief tug when he pulls away. Still soft, ever so sweet, and leaving you wanting for more. 

Four dates. All it took was four dates for him to make you a goner. 

“Now, that wasn’t fair,” you breathe out, betrayed by the smile that you wear. Your chest feels shaken up, impending explosion of mushiness and flowers and hearts and every single cliche the love songs on the radio could squeeze out.

“It was your prize.”

“I never said I wanted a kiss for my prize.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he puts a dramatic hand up to his chest, leaning back so dramatically that your hand instinctively reaches out to loop a finger in his jean pocket to keep him upright, “Would you like me to take it back, my fair maiden?” 

Four dates, and he makes it impossible to not imagine a future of this. Of silly banter, of gentle mornings spent kissing away crows feet, of cutting one another off with the most infuriating of methods. You’re starting to believe you’re just a hopeless romantic, and he’d spotted that from a mile away – he knew every single button to press to have you putty in his hands, and he was taking full advantage of it. 

You giggle, an honest to God giggle, as you say, “Hm, I’m not sure. I heard the return policies on those are a bit wonky.” 

If your friends thought you were insufferable when he was some stranger you just had a crush on, they would be vomiting at the sight of this. 

He leans into your space, close enough to smell his faint cologne and mint on his breath, “Are they? Well, lucky for you, I’m friends with the shop owner. Can definitely accept the return without a receipt. It won’t be a problem, ma’am. I swear it.”

He’s weird. He’s goofier than you could have imagined, snarkier than you could have dreamed, and more romantic than you had yet to uncover. He’s kind of perfect, but you wouldn’t dare say that to his face. Not yet, at least. 

You’re glad you had said yes when he’d asked days prior for you to be his Valentine. And you’re glad he hadn’t gone the boring route, showing up with just chocolates and flowers and calling it a day, but had instead dragged you out to this arcade for a night of adventures as he claimed. 

“And how would one go about returning a kiss, kind sir?” 

He answers wordlessly, bringing up a finger to tap on his lips. He goes as far as pouting them dramatically. 

He wants you to kiss him. 

Lucky for him, you want to kiss him, too. 

Your kiss is more chaste. Teasing as you lift up onto your tippy toes and only press your lips to his for a brief second before falling back. You leave him wanting more – it’s written all over his face, along with a blush that races right over the bridge of his nose. 

He’s cute. He’s cute, and he’s weird, and you really fucking like him. 

“Now that that’s over with,” you have to change the topic, move right along before your heart truly bursts from your chest, “I know what I want my prize to be.” 

He takes a moment to recover, pupils almost resembling hearts as he stares down at you. Eventually he pulls himself from your trance, shaking his head as he asks, “And what would that be?”

You’re the one taking his hand this time. If he gave you the time, you’d like to learn each callous and scar by heart. Trace over them in the middle of night, when it’s just you and him in the darkness beneath your sheets. Memorize the way they feel as he explores every curvature of your body and figure out which of the roughest patches would brush against your most sensitive bits in a way that would make you arch your back right into him. 

The two of you haven’t even discussed if that’s where the night might lead, but you’re sort of hoping the luck in the air doesn’t run out. 

“There’s an awfully pretty ring in the case up at the ticket counter,” you muse, knowing damn well the ring was the ugliest thing either of you had ever seen in your lives, “Think you’ve got the tickets to spare?” 

His hand gives you a squeeze. Something not too tight, something perfectly comfortable. It’s only the fourth date, it’s only the first month – it’s only the beginning. 

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he says, more earnestly than you’d expected, as he steals another kiss. 

You let him. You have this aching feeling in your chest that you’ll probably let him steal an endless amount from you for the rest of your life. 

When you know, you know. Or whatever the poets say.

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[kedreeva]

Someday I hope I find out what happened to Michael Schur between making The Office/Parks and Rec/B99, and making The Good Place.

I say this because I just watched the first season of "Man on the Inside" which is about an Old Guy that falls into helping a private investigator investigate an old folks home where some jewelry was reported missing, and some of the messages from The Good Place are reflected in it. The messages about community, and finding the goodness in humanity, and just... Both The Good Place and Man on the Inside have this gentle quality with regards to how it sees people that just isn't present AT ALL in The Office (what little I've been able to stomach of it, it's MEAN in a way that TGP and MotI are not), minimally in Parks and Rec, and at least started to emerge in B99 but still isn't present in the same way (at least in the first four seasons, I haven't seen the rest but I will. it has a moment here or there, but it's not ABOUT that the way TGP and MotI are).

Where did this come from for Schur? What happened to him that he first dug into this HIGH QUALITY niche where humans are good and we can be better tomorrow and we need each other? How do we replicate whatever it was, to give it to others?

[sw33tm0urningl4mb]

Deep/Fun Questions to Ask!

Do you like watching sunsets?

Have you ever started a rumor?

What makes you laugh hard?

What's the last concert you went to?

If you believed in it, what would you be reincarnated to?

What's your current vocal stim?

What shirt are you wearing?

Who or what is on your mind?

What are your favorite pair of shoes?

What would easily win you over if someone gave you it?

What three words describe you?

What's a funny memory you have?

Do you have any drunk stories?

What's one thing you own that you're sure no one else has?

Do you have any superstitions?

What is your guilty pleasure?

What weird thing do you do when you're alone?

What is the worst food you've ever had?

What fictional character would you bring to life if you could?

If you could join a career immediately, what would it be?

What keeps you going during the day?

Current song on repeat?

Funniest inside joke?

What's your favorite piece of jewelry you own?

Favorite niche topic?

What fandom are you currently in?

Most controversial take?

Favorite ship and why?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos, and what are they?

What is your worst & best quality?

[11thsense]

At some point could we see nightcrawler in your style? I think he aesthetically fits neatly into the “ppl 11thsense draws as hotties decked out in gold jewelry in cool modern fits” niche and id really love to see ur take on him, when you feel like it/if you feel like it

I tried :)....

[ashstfu]

2024 ins –

being happy <3

celebrating small wins

complimenting people

limited screen time

wool & cashmere

classic literature

taking responsibility & being accountable

niche fragrances

smart games. chess is nice. or poker.

listening without interrupting

empowering self talk

weird jewelry

dancing in the kitchen

[xinyidecor]

After falling in love with the new Chinese style, I completely realized it! ! The new Chinese aesthetics that make people fall, and I am no exception

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could do the gang(separate) with a fem!reader who is odd? Like zoned out a lot(kinda in her own world), she likes to connect random things like rocks or bottle caps or dice. 

The reader will go on a walk and then come back with a pocket full of things she's found and then she's like: “I found this thingy it reminded me of you” 

Summary: The gang with an "odd" reader

Warnings: none

Authors Note: none

PONYBOY describes your "oddness" as whimsy. He thinks it makes you more mysterious and adds to your charm. He'll always accept your gifts and remember all the context behind them. Pony likes to mirror thinks that you do, so if you give him rocks, he'll get you rocks. He's always a very detailed oriented person, so he's always filling you out on the things you missed when you zone out.

JOHNNY is totally whimsical with you. He loves collecting rocks, he's all for giving fits from the heart and not the materialistic stuff. He's always going on walks with you, just enjoying the scenery. If you're not talking to him or interacting he'll zone out like you. The gang thinks you guys are both so weird because you're sitting together staring out in the distance.

SODAPOP always think the "odd" girls are cute. He likes the dreamy and philosophical girls that just blurt out their random thoughts. For some reason he really likes doing your hair, so you always have a neat braid or two. He also likes your rock collection and has names for all your big rocks. They're all silly names, but they make you crack up so you keep them. Soda also likes to watch you zone out. He's always curious about what you're thinking or what you're looking at.

STEVE is also a bit absent minded and aloof. He's always zoning out too and he's totally missed important things because of it. He likes when you get him silver trinkets. He says it makes him feel like he's dating a crow, but he's got them all displayed up somewhere. He's always covering for you, if you zone out during class and a teacher tries to pick on you he'll secretly tell you the answer. He feels totally and completely responsible for you!

TWO BIT is secretly always attentive. It's stemmed from something into childhood but he learned that he could make better jokes with niche details that no one would really notice. He loves it when you have messy hair, he thinks it's cute. He has a BIG collection of beer caps and bottles that you try to add to whenever you either drink a beer or find a cap somewhere. Once you found a really special one that he was looking for and he couldn't stop hugging you.

DARRY loves "odd" girls, he finds that their dreamy and philosophical esque personality makes them feel effortlessly more mature, which was always what he was into. He'll always try and help you with things such as collecting. He'll try and give you things to add to your collections and tries to find the ones that are hard to find for you. He also loves going on walks with you but he admires you rather than nature.

DALLAS thinks that "odd" girls are just weirdos. He's not a very nice person, and it shows. He collects beer caps and silver jewlery, and the best gift you'll ever get is an important piece of his jewelry collection or you to wear. He likes hearing your thoughts because it lowkey makes him feel smart when he thinks about stuff like you. He also is an avid zoner outer and you two literally never know what's happening.