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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
#necklace#nichenecklace#necklace recommendation#charming clavicle chain#hundred yuan necklace#love necklace#niche jewelry#accessories sharing#try a new look#happy moments in daily life#jewelry#daily wear#my treasure Accessories#COMmutingAccessories#NecklaceSharing#WorkplaceCommutingWear#Minimalist
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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…
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#girlblogging#manic pixie dream girl#im just a girl#lana del rey#2000s#2014 tumblr#2010s nostalgia#girls with piercings#piercing#lip ring#aesthetic#niche esoterica#cool girl#pfp#jewelry
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What’s your favorite niche character from your current hyperfixation or special interest?
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#shes not really that niche considering shes 1/3 of clash at demonhead#but she has like 3 lines of dialogue ever. so#i guess i could have done like. comeau or crystal or dominique or simon lee or tamara or sandra or monique or lawrence or other scott or#jimmy or joseph or mobile or winifred hailey. but i didnt want to#deliver me from being perfect and complete [queue]#you dont ask questions about project mayhem [boards]#robots#mechanical#drums#drumming#music#shoes#boots#emo#punk#spikes#jewelry#black#gray#silver#red#stim#stim gif#stimboard
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emmaeboddy on depop
#niche#niche aesthetic#lana del ray aesthetic#lana stan#lana is god#lana unreleased#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#lana del rey#lana core#britney spears#britney jean spears#handmade jewelry#jewelry#jewellery#jewellery making#depop jewelry#dollette#coquette#coquette dollete#dollete aesthetic#bratz doll#coquette aesthetic#lizzy grant#born to die#honeymoon#lust for life#cotcc#blue banisters#dykttatuob#ultraviolence
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You could hear all of the fashion girlies whispering when she wore this
#Barbie#Chanel#jewelry#necklace#bejeweled#movie#margot robbie#niche#funny#barbie fandom#memes#même#clothes#culture
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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
#i decided all gnomes have tails and long sideburns (but not beards)#my character Meena shaves hers bc she's essentially nouveau riche and growing them out is considered old fashioned and provincial#and now i'm writing an essay about the cultural importance of sideburn styles in gnome communities#they start growing during puberty and having full sideburns is considered a sign of adulthood/maturity#nonbinary people traditionally had particular cultural niches and would style their facial hair according to their job/gender#but traditionally girls in her home region would wear them long and tied or braided in front#and when they got engaged they'd wear them pulled back with either end of a ribbon tied to each 'tail'#married gnome women have special jewelry for the same purpose but older women usually just tie theirs back like a ponytail#and the jewelry is just for show#men usually keep theirs fairly short#the tail thing is less interesting i just wanted Meena to have one bc i think it looks cool#i tried rearranging some of the tags to make it easier to read but they got scrambled even worse 😭#tumblr mobile i hate you. one thousand laser sword attack
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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
#bts fic rec#bangtan fic rec#yoonmin#yoonmin fic rec#i told you so#newbeginings#enemies to lovers#rapper au#jewelry designer is too niche for me to tag as a separate thing sorry lads#10k-20k#sigh sigh misunderstandings and stubbornness galore#completed#fan chosen bts fics#fan chosen bts fics 1
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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!
#Treasure Jewelry Revealed#birthday gift#niche jewelry#jewelry#My treasure jewelry#commuting wear#commuting jewelry#necklace#earrings#ring#Jewelry must be blingbling
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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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#teeth jewelry and true crime discussions that took place on the dates#odd rambles about niche interests that made it click better#eddie definitely went on one of his rants about dnd and reader really just egged him on about it#they both showed their nerdy sides during those dates and realized they aren't just manic pixie dream lovers to fantasize about#they are humans and they're funky and they're not everybody's cup of tea but they are each other's#ANYWAYS#icymi <3
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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?
#the good place#man on the inside#michael schur#also it was a very cute and heartwarming and you should watch man on the inside#I want more
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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?
#send asks#asks#inbox open#send me shit#ask me shit#art#aesthetic#fandom#fanfiction#writing#wattpad#ao3#community#lgbt#lgbtq community#queer#tyler joseph#josh dun#funny#questions#opinions#just curious#sherlock holmes#john watson#johnlock#shipping#ship#supernatural#dean winchester#twenty one pilots
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for no reason (a fic), i spent the last hour(???) trying to learn about the history of local music in austin, tx (idk!) and find out what was the earliest established record store there for what's just gonna be a passing mention lmao. and it's Not maldonado's!
#its either discount 'disc' records (est sometime in 1969 or earlier)#(source? two separate individuals on the world wide web saying they went there in 1969. and evidence is kinda on their side)#or it's volmon's jewelry (a newspaper explicitly states that it was a competitor of maldonado when maldonado began in '67)#(so it was already there. but the only mention of that damn place is the newspaper where i first saw it!)#and sure i couldve just stopped at maldonado and called it a day but the article says it started specifically as a spanish music niche#so it stands to reason other records already existed prior to that in the city#plus im able to parse here and there that record stores Did exist in austin prior to 1967 but i cant find their damn names#anyway none of this even matters!#rambles
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First ask, kinda nervous - but let's go (I found your blog yesterday, and I already became a fan✨️)
I saw you like love and deepspace, do you have a headcanon about one of the characters?
I swear, before the new update (that they put a period calendar), one of my biggest headcanons was that Zayne has a period app in his cellphone because of the MC. So he knows when she is moody because of the period, then he gives her a lot of sweets and hugs and cuddles ❤️
rafayel headcanons
♱⋅── Don't be nervous, love~ That's such a sweet headcanon for Zayne, I definitely can see it happening as well! If you've been following my blog then you already know I'm obsessed with a certain fishie, so here are some (a lot) of headcanons I have for him~

general headcanons:
If this were a normal!AU I definitely headcanon Rafayel being younger than the MC (she'd be 27, a full-time bodyguard and he'd be 24 but a famous art protegee since 15), but Rafayel insists he's the older one to everyone you meet. It drives you insane.
He canonically has a Mercedes Benz AMG Gran Turismo and Ferrari 250GT, but I think he has at least three sports cars.
It's not a symbol of wealth to him because, honestly, Rafayel simply doesn't check the price tags on anything-- if it's a beautifully designed car, suit, jewelry, or painting, he buys it without another thought.
And vice versa. If an expensive label offers to sponsor him but he hates the designer he'll refuse no matter what the pay is.
Also suuuch a niche thought but I can so see normal!AU Raf and you first hooking up in a club or bar. You disappear the morning after mind-blowing sex, and Rafayel can't get you out of his head-- but he doesn't even know your name.
He makes paintings of hidden freckles on your body, of your blurry figure dancing in the dress you wore that night, of colors and swirls that remind him of your touch. The media goes crazy over this mystery woman who's taken over the famous artist's heart.
He has no reservations about calling you his muse and within hours the press is abuzz with speculation on this mystery person who has captured the artist's heart.
"Love? Yes, I'm in love with her."
You, on the other hand, are mortified. You try to forget about him and move on but cue a series of further coincidences and shenanigans that tie you and Rafayel closer and closer together.
Also, he would fuck you in the passenger seat of his sportscar while the paparazzi are swarming outside.
And since it's a cold January, of course Rafayel would use any excuse to whisk you away somewhere warmer:
Rafayel would love taking you on vacation to different islands.
Beautiful secluded villas on the ocean with no one around to disturb the two of you as you spend your days lounging around the open-air rooms, Rafayel’s paintings strewn about the entire villa, splashing it with more color anytime you're not walking along the beach, cooking something together, swimming in the ocean at sunset, or fucking on every possible surface.
On days the two of you would want to go into civilization, he'd take you to lively local bars and restaurants, and as soon as reggae music starts playing you best believe he's tugging you up to dance. Especially if he has a drink or three in his system.
Laughing, one arm laces around your waist as the other spins you around. Rafayel chases away any sort of anxiety or awkwardness you might initially feel just by how happy and natural this seems for him. You're the only person he cares about, so what does it matter if no one else is dancing? Or if a dozen other couples are doing the same? As long as you're in his arms, happy, Rafayel couldn't care less.
He's a damn fine dancer too. Being a swimmer and all he has to have good control of his body, and we all saw him be a natural center during that lnds dance show lmao.
You best believe you're also fucking nasty in the sand.
Disguised as a cute dinner date, he blindfolds you and leads you to a hidden cover decorated with string lights, a candle-lit dinner on a picnic blanket waiting for you, which he spent all day preparing while feigning fighting art block.
It’s romantic and sweet, the way Rafayel expects praise for all his hard work and the way you’re more than happy to shower him with it. You feed each other as the sun sets behind the ocean’s horizon, yet you can’t even get to dessert before kissing him senseless.
"Wow, someone's excited."
"Shut up and kiss me."
Rafayel's smug grin is swallowed up by your lips, and he barely has the sense to shove aside plates of food before pulling you down atop him on the blanket.
You're grinding on each other like lovesick teens, moaning and giggling between yourselves before you pepper kisses down Rafayel's neck as you thank him for everything— for planning this wonderful vacation, for setting up this romantic diner, for being yours.
And being called yours? Being lovingly, irreversibly claimed?
That does things to Rafayel.
"Ya, I'm all yours cutie, my muse, my sweet darling." Rafayel smiles up at you, covered in the deep red of your lipstick from his cheeks to the jut of his collarbone peaking out under his ruffled shirt. "Yours."
He flips the both of you around, swallowing your yelp with a kiss and cushioning your head with his hand as it hits the sand. Hooking your leg onto his shoulder, Rafayel kisses the delicate bone of your ankle, lips tracing up the curve of your calf, up to the tender bend of your knee, all watching your expression twist with desire as his other hand teases your inner thigh.
I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours. It's a promise, a prayer whispered into your skin between love bites, between suckles on your skin that taste like seasalt and desire.
When Rafayel does finally kiss your cunt, it's light, teasing, and he admires the pretty lace, bunching up your dress just enough to still hold eye contact over the folds as he sucks your swollen clit through the fabric.
One of your hands tugs against his hair, Rafayel moaning at the sudden pressure as you bring the other up to stifle your cries.
"No, no, please don't do that," he whines, nuzzling into your thigh, looking up at you with puppy eyes before roughly fucking two fingers into your weeping cunt. "Wanna hear you, my little siren. My heart."
Greedy. Rafayel is greedy for everything you give him, taking your hand from your mouth and gently kissing your knuckles as every precise curl and thrust of his hand makes you moan and writhe against the sand. Each sound you make a melody, each cry of his name intoxicating.
It's not long before Rafayel goes back to eating you out, unable to keep his mouth off you for long. He forces you to hold eye contact as he makes out with your cunt, eyes rolling back at the wet, sloppy sounds in between his pussydrunk moans and the distant roar of the ocean.
Only when you cum for the third time, desperately tugging his hair between pleas for mercy, does Rafayel relent with a whine.
Placing one last kiss on your swollen clit, his dazed smile meets yours, the dark pink blush covering his face matching the hearts in his eyes. Your lipstick stains are still visible, branding your kisses into his high cheekbones, neck, and sweat-slick chest. Shit, even his undoubtedly expensive shirt is stained around the collar.
But the marks around his lips and down his jaw are all smudged by your release, marring Rafayel's pale skin with a dark red, dripping down his throat as he swallows the taste of you once more. And when you meet his eyes again, you realize he's far from done.
"Say I'm yours. Say I'm yours again."
#ask 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓#I had so much fun with this! I might take requests more often#lads rafayel#love and deepspace rafayel#rafayel love and deepspace#rafayel x reader#rafayel x mc#rafayel x you#lnds#love and deepspace x reader#poison's raf obsession#lnds smut#lnds rafayel#love and deepspace#rafayel headcanons
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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 :)....
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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
#Braided Rope#Hand Rope#Benmingnian Red Rope#Handmade Rope#accessoriessharing#oriental aesthetic#girls heart bracelet#gift recommendation#more suitable for Chinese baby#more suitable for Chinese baby physique#pearl bracelet#daily aesthetic sharing#niche designer brand#personalized jewelry#treasure jewelry disclosed#My treasure jewelry#jewelry#niche jewelry
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