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Astarion x Tav

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request: for @aristenfromwarsaw

Fangtastic days of our lives

➹summary: a comforting day/evening in the life of Astarion and his love Aristen after post-game settling down, takes an unexpected turn as Astarion while enjoying his new found life and love, sees something of interest…

➹pairing: Spawn Astarion x F!Tav (Aristen by @aristenfromwarsaw)

➹content/tags: fluff, comfort, romance, smuty flirting, fun, slice of life, little tiny bit of angst and guilt

➹word count: 5,036

➹cameos: @evander-jane Devana Lysander @alpydk Ragnar @goromimii @pinkberrytea (by order)

➹a/n: another belated birthday present for @aristenfromwarsaw Thank you very much for all the great photoshoots you always did for me, just like that. Such things really fill my heart with joy. I hope you like it. Thank you for trusting me with your Tav Aristen. I take writing other OCs really serious, because an OC is very personal thing and it is way harder to get them in character. I used the infos/backstory you gave me once about Aristen for the best I could.

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Fangtastic days of our lives

Teak, mahogany, oakwood, dried tobacco with the hidden essence of vanilla. From somewhere the sweetness of honey and roasted nutmeg.

These were impressions of antique wood, boiling kettles, clanging beer mugs and laughing voices that filled the Elfsong tavern.

It was like a honey-colored, subterranean, starless sea.

A sea of people, scents, voices and music.

A sea of life that would envelop the coming evening when the sun would have completely disappeared, making way for the aurora again after the starry night.

Astarion was acutely aware of his surroundings. Perception meant survival.

But not today…not anymore.

He could simply explore and enjoy his surroundings while he waited for his beloved:

Aristen the storm sorceress and former daughter of Bhaal. She was able to walk in the sun and as a vampire spawn he had to wait until the sun had made the rays that were fatal to him disappear.

That didn't matter to Astarion. He was used to the night.

But he never wanted to go back to that cold, lonely life.

The Sorceress, along with the other companions, had freed him from slavery once and for all. But it was she alone who had given him back the vision of his eyes, of his entire senses. Astarion could sit in the tavern and just be, taking in the surroundings of life.

No more looking for victims. No more fear. Never again.

The Elfsong Tavern was full of life and he was part of it.

So after hundreds of years, Astarion could finally taste life again. See it. Hearing it with his pointy ears and feeling and smelling it warmly with the scent of pumpkin, butterscotch and spicy beer.

A quite pretty bard with white freckly tattoos on her face and braided crimson hair beneath her Tiefling horns played the lyre on the Elfsong stage. Astarion noticed dagger-shaped earrings on her pointed ears. The Avernus fire of her origins blazed in her blue eyes as she sang:

“Empty kisses, shallow words,

Fiery passion only hurts

When the sorrow takes an oblivion hint

Will you cure and begone with the wind…”

Astarion continued to look around while the sadly whispering voice reached his elf ears.

“I hope someone sings a song like that for me too. Such expressions of love really manage to make me weak,” sighed a tall black-haired woman, whose face bore at least as many tales of adventure as freckles.

"Me too. But I really hope that the ballad has a happy ending,” replied a long-haired beauty at her table. The human woman's wavy, light hair framed a gentle face with captivating blue eyes.

“Oh you heard that? Oh no! ", the adventuress, ashamed, put her hands on her head with her side-braided hair and covered cringing with embarrassment one of the green eyes. "I should stop talking loudly to myself."

The other woman laughed a little and her wavy hair swayed on the shoulders of the long, light dress with floral embroidery: “It’s all good. I won’t tell anyone else.”

She winked briefly.

“But tell me…” she took her hands away from her face with the little different eyes, “…you’re not from Baldur’s Gate either, right? You also speak with a different accent than me.”

"Correct. I come from the East..."

“What did she say? Sêlune guide me?”

Astarion was distracted by an almost desperate voice that sounded at least as concentrated and angry as it was beer-soaked.

He saw a barbarian sitting at the next table, holding his beer mug almost too tightly.

The raised dark blonde hair did not distract from the piercings and black war paint, which Lae'zel would certainly have approved of.

“Okay, can I memorize this Sêlune prayer or not?” he muttered to himself and downed the beer in one gulp.

Astarion had seen him before and that evening he had stared at Shadowheart the whole time. Was the barbarian building up – or drinking up - the courage to speak to Shadowheart next time?

The vampire was distracted from the barbarian when a pale woman walked past his table accompanied by a brown-haired man. He noticed them because they both had scars on their faces. But no, that wasn't it at all. Something else drew his attention to them...they smelled somehow, almost reeked of...swamp? No magic.

That same hidden scent of feymagic that came from the black haired adventuress with the freckles.

The woman's pale face was friendly, almost cheerful. She enjoyed the music and the sad ballad. Did she know the feelings and sad love that the Tiefling woman sang about?

Astarion was all the more struck by the face of the dark-clothed man with the scarred hands who accompanied her: he was rigid and joyless and his eyes had an almost malicious shimmer. He didn't seem to suit her. He walked rigidly like an aristocrat or a trained soldier, or was he rigid because of the blade - that was clearly visible to the Rogue - that he wore under his clothes?

The man's gaze fell on the bard's dagger earrings. But not only the brown-haired human looked at the earrings, but also a white-skinned, tall elf who walked behind him. Astarion didn't know what was more noticeable: his large deadly sword, the long white hair, the black tattoos on his face, or...or the earrings in the shape of a dagger that hung from his ears.

He nodded almost imperceptibly to the bard and she returned his nod briefly.

Frowning, Astarion averted his gaze and looked around the taproom.

Many of the guests listened attentively to the ballad. Couples in love held each other tightly and some wiped a tear from their face.

“…in the dark of the night I see your tears

Rubies glisten full of pain

Rage and misery

Don’t get lost in brandy, bergamot and rosemary”

The ballad finished gently and the bard stood up.

"Thanks! And now for the bard duet!”

With a wave of her hand, she invited her partner onto the stage.

Wild white hair adorned the scarred drow face. It looked like survival for Astarion.

She could be young and old at the same time, that's how it was always with the elves. Young pretty faces and centuries behind them. Sorrow, suffering, joy. Everything was possible.

The narrow waist with the subsequent curved hips and thighs with short pants was adorned with a weapon belt with a sword and a flute.

The skilled hand whirled out a shiny silver flute and the duo began to play:

„Two bards do the trick, because bards do it better

Drow or Tiefling, it doesn’t matter

Shiny white hair, or wagging tail

Their persuasion will never fail“

They quickly changed the melancholic mood and the silver flute had a captivating sound, as if it were a homage to a goddess.

“One plays the flute, the other smashes lutes

Buy us a drink and we’ll tell you who is who“

A Tiefling whose rosé colored hair matched her white pink frilly clothing cheered enthusiastically to the tavern song.

Astarion heard her applaud with a giggling laugh. Cute little laughs with a sweet smile upon her light face.

It was that kind of sweet laugh that told the vampire how innocent, unspoiled, kind and naive the person was.

Yes, the delicate Tiefling woman was a sweet, innocent thing, Astarion could tell that with just a sideways glance of his red eyes. The sweet and naive kind of girl that immediately fell for him. Who he easily ensnared and seduced for Cazador. Or was she one of the people he would have avoided because they were so naive...innocent, undeserving of it? He would probably have avoided her if possible because such a sweet, lovely person didn't deserve to fall victim to the vampires.

Astarion closed his eyes briefly and grimaced at the emerging memories that he immediately wanted to repress.

Thanks to his beloved Aristen, he no longer had to do this.

He was free.

Cazador dead.

All of Baldur's Gate saved, saved from the Empire of the Netherbrain and the Mind Flayers.

Yes, thanks to the blonde adventuress whose fate was forever intertwined with his and all her other companions, he had escaped his fate as a slave. Their courage and their determination, with the help of the other fighters, allowed him to defeat Cazador.

But not only that, the storm sorceress had also given him love and patience. And the confidence to be better than Cazador. He didn't need blood-soaked, soul-eating power to be safe, to be worth anything.

Astarion would never have to hurt innocent people against his will again.

All thanks to her.

And yet Aristen did not consider herself to be good, nor to be lovable.

She loathed herself for her actions as a born Bhaalspawn, which she only dimly remembered. No one could hate her more than she hates herself.

And perhaps it was even worse for her, imagining every day what atrocities she had committed in the name of the God of Murder instead of knowing for sure.

She didn't see herself as a lovable hero, a savior. Astarion wished so much that she could see herself through his eyes just once. Then she would finally forgive herself.

The problem was that the sarcastic vampire had never said that to her and perhaps never would. There would always be something gnawing inside him, at his battered heart, that would prevent him from casually revealing his innermost, deepest feelings. What if he did lose her to someone else one day? If it would not be an arrow or observer to steal her from him? How could he then pretend that his vain heart had not been destroyed for all eternity?

Darkness crossed Astarion's face at all the thoughts and he shook his head with his white curls to drive them away.

Once again he let his gaze wander over the audience, while his pointy elven ears only casually listened to the singing of the bards. It was only thanks to his beloved Aristen that he was able to recognize the diversity of the guests gathered. To be recognized again.

It had once been a faceless mass. At some point, after all the years of slavery under Cazador, the people in the taverns had become nothing more than a uniform mush to him. Victims, cattle like sheep, to his master. Criminals who hurt him and whom he hurt in return and they became victims of the vampire lord.

Dark, blank faces.

Without eyes, without soul. Just like Astarion himself had felt.

But after Aristen came into his life - with the craziest tentacle adventure of his life - everything had gradually changed.

First he recognized her blue eyes, then her face. The smile of her lips plagued by guilt and bloody ghosts of the past. The same smile as his own.

Then he saw all the faces, the people, their stories and lives again.

He saw the colors. The differences and the similarities. He heard the voices, the laughter, the music. He noticed the scents and smells again. Astarion saw joy and life again.

A scent that stood out from the rest of the tavern's smells suddenly tickled Astarion's nose.

Orchid drifted discreetly from the front door.

A slightly tickling shiver ran over the tips of his elf ears, while Astarion was already peering towards the door with large, round eyes.

Like the true epiphany she was, a blonde woman made her way through the elven song. Her appearance truly stood out from the rest of the tavern's audience:

Her delicately pinned hair and a ladylike, sweeping blue dress made her truly look like a lady of name and rank.

Astarion smiled as he looked at Aristen's appearance.

She always made an effort to look chic and beautiful, no matter what the circumstances. Like a true lady who belonged in a ballroom and not a tavern.

A ballroom, not a bhaalroom.

But Aristen loved all facets of life and also sat in the meadow under a tree in the forest with her fancy dress on.

If Astarion had his way, then very soon she would be pressed into the grass beneath him with the dress rumpled.

He chuckled dirtyly to himself as he couldn't help but think of that thought. And before he even thought about the first visit to his grave together, he shook his head and pushed it all away from his white curls.

"Darling..." Astarion stood up after Aristen made her way to him, having spotted him with a smile beaming with joy, "...you give me all sorts of ideas as always."

“What do you mean?” the high elf asked in surprise and blinked in confusion because she couldn’t follow him.

“Nevermind little love,” Astarion grinned mischievously and briefly kissed her delicate hand in greeting. He gently stroked Aristen's hand again as he slowly lowered it.

“The sun has already set enough for you to go out, Astarion,” his lover informed him. She would pick him up when it was safe for him outside.

"I've already run errands from a few merchants," Aristen spoke as the two left the tavern.

"Nice. Then we can now buy the rest together. Have you got everything so far?” asked Astarion.

The blonde nodded as they stepped outside.

Astarion sucked the air outside the elfsong into his lungs. Had breathing changed since he became a vampire? After all, he was undead.

Astarion didn't know. He couldn't remember, it had been too long.

In addition, the past no longer counted - smiling, he glanced furtively at Aristen who was carrying the basket with the purchases - only the present and the future counted.

“Yes, I did the grocery shopping that wasn’t of interest to you,” the blonde laughed and winked knowingly. “There was wonderful blossom honey, I couldn't resist,” enthused the sorceress, rolling her eyes heavenly at the thought of it and licking her lips in anticipation of the taste of the honey.

“Then I can taste it from your lips and tongue,” Astarion whispered seductively.

"What?"

“Oh, nothing…” the pale elf just grinned again.

His pointed ears were suddenly tickled by the brush of her lips as she leaned in very close to him.

“I heard you very well, my dear,” she whispered to him, her blue eyes sparkling meaningfully at him after she leaned back and gave him a knowing smile.

The vampire laughed. It was a serious laugh. It went from its sonorous, seductive, dirty murmur to a deep rumble before dying out in a high-pitched spike.

“I saw such a beautiful pair of earrings in the window at the Glitter Gala,” sighed Aristen languidly after she continued the story.

“So why didn’t you buy it, darling?”

Aristen shook her head: “Because it’s not necessary. I prefer to save our money for important things. After all, magical artifacts are expensive and the most important thing is that we find something that makes you immune to the sun.”

Yes, that was the ambition and current mission of Aristen and Astarion: to find a way for the vampire spawn to walk in the sun again.

Their friends also kept their ears and eyes open.

Gale read every book that might contain useful information.

Shadowheart, as well as Lae'zel on her travels through the astral planes, always sent them messages when they heard about mysterious artifacts.

And Halsin and Jaheira also reached out to all their acquaintances from near and far.

"If you hadn't used so much of our gold to rebuild the city and help its people, then you could afford any jewelry you wanted," Astarion nudged her with his shoulder and winked knowingly. The slightly accusatory tone was just an act.

“You know I wanted to try to somehow make amends for my actions when I was under Bhaal's control. This will never work, I know that. I can't bring back the people I killed. But I can at least try to help those left behind. It's too little. It’s no consolation…but at least it’s something.”

There was sadness in the blonde's voice. The look in her blue eyes was sincere before they slid slightly to the ground.

Astarion didn't like that, so he decided to cover up the whole thing: "I don't know what you're doing with this penance and compensation anyway."

He casually folded his arms behind his head and sounded as indifferent as he could.

“But…” he grinned playfully at the blonde Sorceress, “we could visit The Counting House again with Minsc. Then we have enough money to play benefactors and buy jewelry and beautiful clothes.”

Aristen raised an eyebrow with an amused grin: "You want to volunteer to do something with Minsc, really?"

“Now that you mention it…argh…better not. You may find him amusing, but he's always bursting in to chatter about his hamster at the most inopportune times. The guard almost caught me picking the lock of the Tabernacle when he suddenly stood loudly behind me, screaming my name and his hug almost broke every bone in my body.”

“What did you want at the Stormshore Tabernacle outside of opening hours?” Aristen asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, nothing!” Astarion quickly dismissed the topic. Too fast.

“What’s next on the list for today?”

“We really have to go to the Devil's Fee. It has finally opened since the devastating battle against the Netherbrain and the reprocessing. If there are special artifacts or information about them anywhere, it’s there!”

Astarion nodded eagerly and the two elves walked quickly through the streets of Baldur's Gate.

"Oh no! No no no!” Helsik shouted from afar as her eyes saw Aristen.

The Sorceress blinked in confusion at the violent reaction and she looked around to see if anyone else was behind her, as the shopkeeper thought she might be.

“Not you!”

"I? But…"

“Nothing but!” Helsik cut her off. “After last time, I already told you that it was too hot to be seen with you and that the store was off limits for now. After the fuss you caused with your little friend and the black-haired fuzzy head.”

Astarion grinned briefly. He knew exactly who the saleswoman was talking about. After all, they had learned of Bhaal's daughter's past and how she had been involved in the Grand Design.

“I have new business partners, so I don’t need loud attention, after all, hell operates quietly.”

“We don’t want to cause any problems, I swear!”

The vampire let his eyes wander over the lavish and devilishly mysterious display while Aristen soothed Helsik.

“We just want to buy an artifact or information. Nothing improper, nothing complicated, nothing dangerous. Just good old Mammon.”

“Child, you will never have as much gold as I want from you so that I can burn my fingers again because of you.”

"Are you sure? I'll pay any price...whether it's gold or otherwise. We're just looking for a way to break the vampire curse of being vulnerable to the sun. Please."

Helsik laughed briefly, compassionately, not maliciously: “Deary, at the Devil’s Fee we don’t break curses, it’s more about the other way. That should be clear to you from the name.”

“My Love…” Astarion slowly tore his eyes away from the display cases and stood next to Aristen again, “…let me talk to her. I think I can convince them better with less…emotional involvement based on old stories.”

“Are you sure?” Aristen asked, unconvinced.

“Of course, baby…” he was already pushed the Sorceress toward the exit, “…you go do the other errands in the meantime and leave this to me.”

Aristen left the devilish business and made her way to the large square of the lower city wall. She visited the arms dealers and her thoughts continued to dwell on the fact that if even devils couldn't find a way to free Astarion from his curse, who would?

She would never give up hope. Anyway, Helsik was probably right: if it was about help, then hell wouldn't be a good negotiating partner.

Maybe they should trust in nature, magic and clerics. The gods may not have heard Astarion then, but perhaps they could now request divine intervention?

The vampire could walk in the light of the Moon Maiden, perhaps Dame Aylin and Shadowheart could ask even more of Sêlune. Maybe she could expand her moonlight.

Perhaps…

“STOP IMMEDIATELY!”

Aristen was snapped out of her thoughts and the blacksmith who was stationed across from Sorcerous Sundries just handed her back Astarion's freshly sharpened dagger.

“COME BACK IMMEDIATELY!”

From the direction of the Devil's fee came rumbling, loud voices and, above all, lightning and sparks.

“Stop the criminal scum!” shouted a city guard. “Subject, let him stand still!”

“Where for?”

“That way!”

“Or rather there?”

“I thought I saw something in that direction…”

“Then I here, you there,” the steel armored guards rumbled.

The clatter of steel armor slowly faded from the blonde Sorceress's ears, but a perfume that differed from her own scent of orchid and rose reached her nose.

Aristen smelled cherries, musk, palmarosa, black pepper and…

“Does this belong to you, little mouse?”

…sulfur.

Raphael's slightly tanned complexion stood before her. His brown hair was done to perfection with meticulous work, as were his clothes. Large, sparkling brown eyes regarded her, both sublime and mischievous.

The devil in human disguise had the white-haired vampire in tow, holding him by the collar like a naughty schoolboy.

"Raphael..."

“So you still know my name. Ah…very good. Tell the wizard of yours that too. Hopefully he’s still looking for my crown?”

Aristen nodded: “We defeat the brain. The crown will then be at your disposal. That’s how it was settled.”

“Excuse me…” the vampire groused

The devil released Astarion, who grumbled and moved his shoulders.

“Stealing from a shop that has connections straight to hell, very very naughty.”

As was his style, Raphael moved his hands theatrically while his voice whispered mellifluously. The reprimand was more than just played as amusing.

“Anyway, you were there in vain. There is nothing to buy there that could solve the vampire's little “problem”. Otherwise they would all be walking around here freely in the sunlight. Or not?”

The devil made a sweeping gesture and looked around ostentatiously before laughing.

“I'll talk to Helsik and smooth things over, after all you don't sleep well in unmade beds like in clover. But tell your magician that it is my crown. When he finds it, he has agreed to hand it over to me immediately. Not to Mystra and he certainly shouldn’t get the foolish idea of using it himself.”

“He is not my magician,” Aristen clarified briefly, “Gale belongs to no one but himself. Mystra also has nothing to command him.”

“Does he see it that way too? Or does he like to be walked on a leash? He always just does what others tell him. After all, his own decisions are the stupidest I've ever seen...and I've literally seen it all."

“You mean as stupid as wanting to rule the crown of Karsus?”

“Haha…careful, little mouse,” laughed Raphael. “Just make sure I get the crown as quickly as possible.”

“When Gale finds it, you get the crown. That was the deal. We stick to that. But you'll have to be patient. It wasn't intended that the crown and the stones would be lost again, but it was hard to prevent it when the Netherbrain fell into the sea during the fight."

“I'm surprised you're so relaxed about this. You can't put me on a leash as easily as you can put the vampire spawn on a leash. Or was it rather the other way around and you Astarion put the former Bhaalspawn on a docile short leash?”

Mischief sparkled in the brown eyes of the human-shaped Cambion. There was a subtle, biting, malicious provocation in his words, which he spoke with a sonorous purr, as always.

Astarion's face contorted a little and the vampire barely suppressed a roll of his ruby-colored eyes. For a moment he seemed like a disgruntled cat.

"I think I liked you better when you just rhymed all the time," Astarion replied sassy.

Raphael laughed briefly, unimpressed: “Whatever. Less dawdling and making long fingers, but more diving for the crown,” reprimanded the devil with a raised eyebrow.

The devil wrinkled his nose slightly at the vampire spawn before turning back to Aristen and giving her his full attention.

“By the way, greetings from your fiery friend Karlach and her rapier-wielding colleague Wyll Ravengard.”

“Why are you ordering greetings from Karlach and Wyll? Have you met them?”

“Well, those two made themselves quite a name all around Avernus,” Raphael smiled in his smug way, “furthermore, I greatly welcome their actions against Zariel’s forces.”

He made one of his swinging hand movements with his manicured fingers: “I would like to invite you all to my House of Hope to linger, relax and chat. So you can catch up. You know, the Crown of Karsus is the key that grants you access. And until that happens…fare thee well, little mouse. I hope I will see you soon, knocking on the door of my house.”

As was his style, Raphael bowed expansively and his scent of leather, cedar, lily, rose, oud, vanilla and sandalwood disappeared into a swirl of sparks and sulphur.

“He hasn’t forgotten his flair for great performances. I don't know whether I should admire it or whether he's starting to get on my nerves with it," Astarion sighed briefly before straightening his shoulders and straightening his doublet with a quick tug.

"Anyways..." the vampire turned to another topic, "...I think it would be a good idea if we get out of the immediate area while the city guards are wandering around here."

The elf touched Aristen's elbow to encourage her to leave.

“What did you want to take from the store anyway, in the first place?” Aristen wanted to know from Astarion, curious and skeptical.

“Well…” he started to press and scratched the back of his white curls, “…I saw something…”

"And what was so terribly interesting that you would risk to be arrested by the Flaming Fist?"

“Well...it reminded me of you...and...I thought you should have it. But Helsik is really a cutthroat bitch with exorbitant prices.”

Aristen smiled good-naturedly: “Oh Astarion…”

“However…here…”

The vampire held out a white silk scarf to the storm sorceress.

Aristen's eyes widened. You could see from the shimmer and the way the fabric fell that it wasn't just silk that was woven there. It was definitely the weave itself and more that was at work there. Depending on how it fell and how you moved it, a golden blue shimmered.

“The scarf reminded me of the one you told me about. You know, the scarf with your name on it that you were found wearing as a baby in the Bhaal Temple. It’s one of the few memories you have left.”

The vampire took out a borealis blue thread from his pocket and began to embroider “Aristen” into the scarf.

“I wanted you to have something that you could never lose, that could never be destroyed, that had your name on it. Because if something ever happened again that made you forget...that made you forget yourself, at least you would always have your name with you. Then you know that you are Aristen. Not the daughter of the murder god. Not the chosen one of Bhaal. No Bhaalspawn. Just you. You are Aristen.”

The vampire began to embroider an “&” sign into the scarf.

“And well…” Astarion began to shuffle uncomfortably again and focused entirely on his work so that he didn’t have to look his lover in the eyes, “…if you ever forget something again, then you’ll know that we belong together. I don't want you to ever forget me. And so you also always carry my name with you.”

The vampire finished his work and the white scarf now embroidered with new memories read: "Aristen & Astarion"

“There is nothing in the world that would ever make me forget you, Astarion,” the high elf spoke softly.

She closed the distance between the two of them and kissed Astarion. The elf slowly closed his eyes as their lips met. His cool, hers warm. He felt her breathing life into him as they kissed.

"Thank you so much," the blonde said after they pulled away from each other, "you can't imagine how much this means to me. I love you, Astarion."

Aristen held the silky, white and blue scarf in her hands, stroked the pale elf's blue embroidery and smiled. "I think this used to be the color of your eyes too."

She smiled softly, as soft as the silky fabric of the scarf felt on her soft hands. Hands too soft for the crimes they had probably committed earlier in the name of Bhaal. In a previous life.

Aristen raised her eyes, which were also blue, and caught Astarion by surprise. Speechless.

That rarely happened.

Very rarely did the vampire find himself without words.

“Ah, I…” he took a breath to say something, but he lacked a suitable response, so he could only hold his breath, taken aback.

The gentle look in his lover's eyes and her words had triggered something in Astarion that he still couldn't handle: affection, sincere love.

Towards him and in his own heart.

The white-haired vampire exhaled and smiled just as gently at his beloved Aristen.

He reached out his cool hand to her and placed it against her rosy cheek. The blonde nestled herself a little in the vampire's hand and her gaze lingered lovingly in Astarion's now ruby-colored eyes.

“You never stop surprising me,” his whispering voice sounded sincere and just as genuine was the smile he continued to give her.

It was a smile that acknowledged how happy he was, partly surprised, partly just realizing that he wasn't really surprised anymore. And perhaps that was what surprised Astarion the most.

It was a day like any other.

A day like any other.

One day in the rest of their life.

Their life together.

And it was beautiful.

And he would never want it any other way.

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➹a/n: i just gave my own Tav Saulus a little cameo guest appearance 😉 in the style of AU I also inserted aristenfromwarsaws other OC Devana, like a little, what are all the other tavs doing when not being the main character

the great Tavs of my lovely mutuals also did a tiny cameo:

Nala Hartwick of @evander-jane

Thomas Rosewood and Nana of @alpydk

Lovely Vierith of @goromimii jamming with my Saulus, best bardic duo

Mavka of @pinkberrytea

I hope I did the slice of life good justice and you all could taste, feel, smell, hear the life through all the description of scents, etc.

#is anyone else hungry after the description of the tavern? 🥵#can someone please tell me how to tap with long nails on y keyboard?! please!#i decided to let my nails grow a few month ago and it seems i have not written very much since than #i always tap the UP/hold button when tapping the str/up putton for the quoting marks that make me hold my fingers otherwise now and it hurt #and when I say long I do not mean very long only a little bit longer than manly short #and when a lovely writer can finally tell me and give me advices and layouts to bring my ff on tumblr in form that would be very nice #fun fact:it is crazy to play the game in your nat language and than have to google what da fuck is the store called in english?no clue #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #bhaal battle beer bard #astarion #me #mine #bg3 tav #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #astarion x aristen #Tav: Aristen #Aristen: aristenfromwarsaw #aristenfromwarsaw #judasiskariot #my writing #writing #fanfiction #ff #fanfic #my fanfiction #bg3 fanfiction #astarion x f!tav

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lokimobius · 5 months ago

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❤️ first kiss / realization + lokius for the ask game :)

Um, so I kinda went overboard with this one... it's over 1.7k words.... apologies for the length. I hope you enjoy this take on this prompt 🥰

I've also uploaded this to ao3 if people prefer reading longer things there!

❤️ first kiss / realization

They shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be doing this. He was breaking every rule in the book and then some.

If Ravonna ever found out she’d prune him, then she’d find out a way to bring him back, just so she could prune him again. If anyone could figure out how to do that, it was her.

He couldn’t help it, though. Not when Loki had him pressed up against the wall of some unmarked supply closet, lips grazing his jawline, hot breath against his skin.

Loki was so gentle with him. And while it wasn’t unlike him per se, it wasn’t his usual behaviour either. The god of mischief had a reputation that preceded him, especially when it came to hook-ups.

The way that Loki treated him was different from how he'd treated others he was intimate with. He was slow with Mobius; each kiss was soft and deliberate as if he were committing each part of Mobius to his memory.

Loki seemed to melt when they were alone together, his tough exterior softening, begging for Mobius to be close to him.

He loved it when Mobius held him; whether it be his hips, shoulders, or arms, it didn’t matter. Loki craved his touch, and Mobius was more than willing to give him that.

This led Mobius to think, somewhat presumptuously and self-indulgently, that maybe, just maybe, Loki might have some kind of feelings for him. Feelings that at least made Mobius more important to him than just being someone he could kiss when he was bored.

He’d been collecting evidence for and against the possibility of Loki having romantic feelings for him. It was his own foolish secret mission—something that he thought about way too much when he was able to get time for himself.

A green, leather-bound notebook sat in the drawer of his bedside table, hidden under a vast collection of colourful, patterned socks that were definitely not up to TVA dress code.

He wasn’t sure why he hid it; no one would ever find it. It’s not like he had any guests in his bedroom, either. And during the few times that Loki visited his apartment, he was on his best behaviour. In fact, he almost seemed a bit shy and awkward, which was yet again unlike him.

Outside the quiet of his apartment walls, however, he tested Mobius’ patience daily. He always pushed the limits of Mobius’ very obvious fondness for him and often got into places he absolutely shouldn’t be, such as the closet they were in now.

The first time that they kissed, Loki had taken him by his elbow and guided him away from his desk under the guise of wanting to show him something that pertained to the case they were working on.

They’d weaved their way down busy hallways full of unsuspecting TVA workers, through multiple doors, down some stairs and... did they get in an elevator? Mobius wasn’t sure. He didn’t know where they were heading, but he knew the god of mischief was up to something, and he was intrigued.

He followed Loki silently, listening to him talk about whatever simple task had annoyed him that day, anticipation growing in his chest.

They reached their destination just as Loki finished his third rant. Something about how, considering the one token rule that applied to the canteen, the size of the juice boxes was inexcusable.

The door in front of them was inconspicuous. It blended into the teak wood panelling of the wall. There was a rectangle of discoloured wood in the middle of the door, where a sign used to be.

Loki had opened the door, pulled Mobius inside and pushed him up against it. His eyes searched Mobius’ for any unease before kissing him deeply. Mobius had reciprocated it eagerly.

Ever since then, the closet has become their go-to meeting spot. It was strange; Mobius had never even noticed the door before. It blended in so well that it seemed like something that Loki had conjured with his magic. But it was so obvious to him now. He’d never be able to forget what had gone on behind that unnoticeable door.

Now, Loki hummed against his ear. He pressed a gentle kiss behind his ear and ran a hand through his hair, stroking at the short silver strands.

He shivered as Loki grazed his fingernails across his scalp, carefully taking a handful of his hair in his hand and pulling it slightly to insinuate that he wanted Mobius to tip his head to the side.

He obliged and tilted his head, allowing Loki further access to his neck.

“Thank you,” Loki whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

The moment was so affectionate that it made his heart pound. He yet again became consumed by the possibility of Loki reciprocating his feelings.

He imagined being able to hold Loki’s hand as they walked the hallways of the TVA; being able to run his foot up Loki’s ankle as they tangled their legs in the cafeteria; and being able to hold him close as they slept.

It was overwhelming to be the subject of a god's desire. And it was even more overwhelming to be the subject of a god's desire when you’re harbouring romantic feelings for them. Especially if it’s to the point that it hurts his heart to look at him, unable to discern how long they would be able to do this before they’re either caught or, worse, Loki leaves.

His heart sank as he realised how silly his thoughts were. Even if there was a small chance that Loki felt the same way, he would never stick around. Not when all he’d been trying to do since they met was leave.

As if trying to bring him back into the present again, Loki nipped at his jaw hard. His head was upright again, and his eyes flicked to Loki’s for just a second. There was a question in Loki’s eyes, one that, if he looked any longer, might come spilling out. So, he tipped his head back, hitting it against the wall behind him, baring the kiss-stained skin on his neck for Loki’s pleasure.

He could see Loki smile from the corner of his eye, and he slowly lowered his lips to Mobius’ neck again, pressing heart-flutteringly small kisses to his skin before settling close to his collarbone. He kissed harder, and Mobius knew it was going to leave a mark, but he didn’t care. He wanted to be reminded of this moment every time he saw himself in the mirror. He would hold on to it for as long as he could, just in case it was the last time.

He reached out to grip his hands on Loki’s waist, moaning at the pressure that was building against his neck. He wanted so much more from Loki, but he didn’t know how to tell him that.

Aside from the fact that Loki seemed quite happy to give Mobius all of his attention and receive nothing in return, they never took their meet ups further than kissing.

It was one of the main reasons that Mobius believed that there might be something more to Loki’s feelings. He had written this point down in his little green notebook, highlighted it in orange, and underlined it, noting underneath: “Test this theory out – try going further.”

He could feel his composure slipping as Loki licked against his skin. The attention he gave him was all-consuming, and he only just realised that Loki was holding on to his waist.

It was becoming all too much. So, in an act of bravery, he gripped Loki’s hips hard and pulled his body close to his.

Loki gasped and pulled away from Mobius’ neck to look him dead in the eyes.

Mobius let out a breath he’d been holding. It was now or never.

“I want you, Loki,” he said simply.

Loki’s eyes widened and then softened. “You have me, Mobius.” He leant back down towards his neck, but Mobius stopped him with his hand.

“Wait, hang on. I do?” He asked, genuinely surprised.

Loki stepped back from Mobius completely, confusion evident on his face. Mobius thought he saw a flash of hurt in his eyes, too. But he hid it quickly, replacing it with a curious look.

Mobius wanted to step forward and hold him, but he was rooted to the spot, his breath caught in his throat.

“What do you think we’ve been doing all this time, Mobius?”

“Uh, well, I thought that maybe you were bored?” He laughed awkwardly, shifting his eyes away from Loki’s.

Good job, Mobius, he thought as he looked at Loki’s perplexed face. Outstanding work at testing your theory. He was just about to apologise when Loki put his hands on his knees and shook with laughter. He had no idea what to do in this situation, so he stood there tongue-tied.

“Well,” Loki said after calming down a bit. “I suppose communication has never been my strong point.”

That broke Mobius out of his daze. “You think?!” He exclaimed. “God, Loki, you could’ve said something!”

Loki put his hands on his hips and asked, “Why else do you think that I’ve been stealing you away so often?”

Mobius mirrored his stance and tipped his head to the side, exasperated. “Like I said: boredom.”

"Well, that definitely plays a part in it.” He smirked, stepping closer to Mobius again. “The work here is mind-numbing at best.”

He returned his hands to Mobius’ hips, pressing him flush against the wall.

“So, this is real, then?” The words spilt out of Mobius’ mouth before he could stop them. “You like me?”

“Yes, you’re the most interesting person here, Mobius.” He responded truthfully, then, “I’m sorry that shoving you up against a wall and kissing you wasn’t obvious enough.”

Mobius rolled his eyes fondly, “Have you met yourself?”

“I have, actually. Yes.”

“Ok smart-ass,” He pushed himself away from the wall, kissing Loki softly on the lips. He took Loki’s hand in his and turned him towards the door and paused before asking, “You wanna come back to mine?”

Loki’s eyes crinkled as he smiled, and butterflies returned to his chest at the sight.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

On the way back to his apartment, Mobius thought again about his green notebook. He made a mental note to destroy it as soon as possible. Things were about to change drastically, and he could not let Loki find it.

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deepfivetraveller · 1 year ago

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Moriarty the patriot x Sick!Child!reader. Chapter 1 (Platonic)

Chapter 2 here

The MI6 could only gather little information about them since they were new to the circle of rich aristocrats.

The Quinn family owned luxurious hotels whose popularity and income just went above the roof, which is surprising since they’ve only been in the industry for a few years. Due to this, they were suspected of smuggling drugs across countries. Only problem was that the military had no evidence. Albert was instructed to check the family out, but since he had to do some preparations on ‘The final problem’ William decided to go instead.

As the carriage stopped, William turned towards the window and saw a large mansion. It had british architecture and was lavishly decorated in the family’s signature colour purple.

He was greeted by the master and mistress of the family as he exited the carriage. “Welcome Mr Moriarty it’s finally good to meet you.” Richard Quinn says this as he shakes William’s hand a little too vigorously. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too Mr Quinn.” He replies. “Please come in. We have prepared some special Darjeeling tea just for you.” Elisabeth Quinn motions him towards the garden of the estate. After that all three engage in small talk to which William could only pretend to like. Eventually, a topic peaked his interest. “Yes,yes our daughter too has the same habit.”

“Daughter? You both have a daughter?” William sips tea from his cup. “Yes,we just adopted her a few days ago.” She slices her cake with more force than needed creating an unpleasant cling sound. “She is still adapting to her surroundings so we didn’t bring her here.” she continues. William too was once an adopted kid and yes, it does take time to adapt but he started to get a bit suspicious of them.

"Is it possible for me to meet her personally?"

The couple both look at each other after William says this. “Sure. Let me lead you to her.” Richard gets up from his chair and so does William. While walking, Mr Quinn says “Our daughter has a medical condition due to which she cannot talk much, so please don’t force her to talk.” he nodded and kept this point in mind. A mute child is perfect if the parents want to keep a secret from society.

After a few minutes of walking they both enter a grand library.The shelves were made from a wood of dark colour possibly walnut or teak. All the books there were binded by some sort of luxurious leather. After going in a little deeper William sees a small girl sitting on the table copying something from a book. Richard whispers “I’ll introduce you to her and then leave you alone.”

William nods again and both of them come up to you. “Y/n?” Mr Quinn taps on the table. You immediately stop writing and look at both of them. “This is our guest Mr William James Moriarty.” He points at William. “I’m going to leave both of you alone now.”

After Mr Quinn leaves William sits next to you. “Like your father said, My name is William. What’s yours?” He felt a bit guilty making you talk in your condition but for the sake of the mission some things need to be done.

You take a bunch of flash cards connected to a flash card ring. You flip to a page with you name on it and show it to him. Clever. “Y/n. What a lovely name. How are you adjusting to your new life?” He turns slightly towards you. You immediately flip to an empty card and write ‘It’s going alright.’

He notices this was not a direct reply to his question. Either you don’t have much to say or you were threatened by your parents. Though he does try to eliminate the second option since you are wearing a luxurious dress. Nevertheless he still doubts.

“I see.” He leans onto the table.

“Are you happy with your new life?” He enquires. You write ‘Yes I’m quite content with my life.’ He smiles and then looks at what you were reading. “On the Origin of species…” he reads the title out loud. He also looks at the notes you were writing and sees the key points of the book written neatly.

“You should explore other parts of science as well. Why don’t we try to find other books on physics and chemistry here?” He gets up and extends his arm. In reply, you hold his hand.

“Can you take me to the science section?” You nod to his question and take him there

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“Yes, yes, maybe…no.” William picks a few books and takes them in and out of the shelf. All the books he thought were suitable to read were given to you to hold. “That’s about it.” he turns towards you. “Let’s go back and sit down.” He takes the books from you and carries them.

“Thank you.” This is the first time you spoke to him. He didn’t know what you were thanking for, maybe for holding the books, maybe for helping you select books or maybe for something else. But more importantly he was taken aback by your voice. Your voice did crack a bit due to your lack of talking, but in his ears they were melodious; like crunchy sweet.

Suddenly the clock chimes, an indication that it is now evening. “Oh my, time went by fast. It seems it’s time for me to go now.” he replies. He kept the books on a small wooden chair but when he was about to leave you grab onto his sleeve. He could see you mouthing ‘Don’t leave’.

“Why?” he questions. You slowly take back your hand from his sleeve and mouth him ‘Sorry’. William kneels down to your level, expecting you to say a reason for your action.

‘The first person to not make fun of me is you.’ he frowns as he looks at your card. “What about your parents?” he inquired. ‘Well they aren’t mean to me but that doesn’t mean that they are kind.’ you’re hesitant to show this card and he can tell.

He tries to calm you down by patting your head and to some extent, it works. “Don’t worry,” he reassured. “I’ll take care of this.” “But how?” You questioned back. “That…” He gets up and looks at you. “Is my problem. You just relax” He tilts his head as a sign of respect and leaves the room, leaving you a bit confused and dumbfounded.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty x yn #william james moriarty x reader

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tabletoptrinketsbyjj · 10 months ago

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Trinkets, 68: Interesting baubles, semi magical objects and items touched by mystery.

A brass horn of dark elven design. Grim resolve fills the heart of those that hear this clarion.

A pitcher rimmed with marble and has dozens of tiny iron charms pressed into it, each shaped like a tiny fruit stand. When a single slice of fruit is placed into it along with any drinkable liquid, the liquid is infused with the flavor of that fruit as if a full day had passed.

A little teak box whose lid is shut tight. If opened, despair hits nearby creatures like a kick to the chest and whispers of darkness fills their heads. Within the container packed around straw padding is a nickel jackal idol, covered in frost. Knowledgeable PC's can determine that the statuette can absorb pain, misery and madness in a wide area lessening the woes of a building such as a hospital. This object has been fully charged and is now in the process of boiling off into that same energy back into the world. A fiend, divine being or extremely practiced mage are able to draw all the energy out of the idol in order to gain power for themselves.A self-lighting pipe carved from a red dragon's fang.

A dark, red-veined rock that bulges and pulses with Daemon blood. Religious PC's can determine that the object is a fragment of the blood-soaked realm of Khorne the Chaos God of Blood and Murder.

A long dress made of violet linen without pattern or embellishment except for a small porcelain badge of igniting flame sewn over the heart. When worn it ripples and undulates away from the porcelain badge like flames licking outward.

A haunted-looking skull covered in ominous runes, with gems in its eye sockets. The gems are just glass, and the skull is made of painted wood. Casual investigation will reveal that it's a stage prop, signed by a famous actor on the night of his final performance. It could be extremely valuable to the right collector. Spiritually attuned creatures can determine that the skull is haunted, but only by the actor's ghost. He wants it returned to his old theater and used in performances in his memory

A tiny onyx figurine of a dark elf wielding two scimitars.

A short, five-holed musical instrument made from a human femur. When the flute is played, it produces a complex, haunting tune in a minor key. The melody is never the same and emerges with in-difference to the flautist's ability or intentions.

A shell decanter from an ancient Triton empire.

An over the shoulder messenger bag containing a strange game with a thick rule book, colorful dice in various denominations, and tiny figurines. Some of the figurines look like the player characters.

—Click Here to be directed to the Hotlinks To All Tables post, which provides (As you might have guessed) convenient links to all of the loot and resource tables this blog has.

—Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.

A brass horn of dark elven design. Grim resolve fills the heart of those that hear this clarion.

A dark, red-veined rock that bulges and pulses with Daemon blood. Religious PC's can determine that the object is a fragment of the blood-soaked realm of Khorne the Chaos God of Blood and Murder.

A tiny onyx figurine of a dark elf wielding two scimitars.

A shell decanter from an ancient Triton empire.

An over the shoulder messenger bag containing a strange game with a thick rule book, colorful dice in various denominations, and tiny figurines. Some of the figurines look like the player characters.

A single person hide tent covered in rude charcoal drawings.

A green glass bottle of Waste Gin, a searingly potent alcohol from the Worthless North. The liquor is so high in alcohol content that it evaporates in the mouth. It's a much cheaper alternative to lamp or medicinal alcohol when it's pure, which is most of the time. When it's not, the drinker usually vomits for days, goes blind, suffers from limb paralysis or just dies. It's traditional on opening a new bottle to give the first drink to a random Halfling.

A miniature throne that could fit in one’s palm, recognizably modeled on one of a mythical ruler.

A shard of pure aqua, its surface ripples with a malevolent curse bestowed upon it by the Trickster.

A hideous ritual mask crafted of ropes, wood, hair, iron nails and hide, heavily infused with the fears of the its owner`s defeated foes.

A finely tailored bodice made from the softest, most supple leather taken from yearling lambs. The bodice is lined with samite and trimmed with beaded lace.

A blue woolen mantle the color of the clear sky, overlaid with an intricate pattern of brightly-colored feathers taken from a variety of bird species, including iridescent feathers.

A beautifully complex crystalline bauble of fey glass, blown by fairies that has a sheen of the colors of the rainbow.

A delicate music box that plays an enchanting melody, its inner workings intricately intertwined with the trapped souls, each of which adds another note to the song.

A collection of letters between and alchemist and a colleague arguing over the cultural terminology of a philosopher's stone and a sorcerer's stone.

A jagged green stone slab that looks like it's a part of a strange puzzle.

An elegant painting of a pair of twisted trees. One is blooming life with vibrant leaves and fruit which the other is dead with vultures perching on its bare withered limbs.

An iron scepter with a baleful sigil carved into the head

A dwarven brass puzzle cube with runes on it. Numerous rectangular pieces are interwoven with each other, and need to be moved in a particularly complex order to take it apart. Once solved, the puzzle dissembles to reveal a small sphere with the words “So you think you’re smart do you? Fuck off.” written on it.

A silver candlestick with a seahorse chop on the base.

A brass rod. Tapping it with another metal object or against a solid object causes it to resonate a full song for one minute.

A chunk of dogestone. Such color. Many shine. So heavy. Wow!

A cute pair of turquoise armbands decorated with vines and enameled flowers.

A fresh slice of cake that looks ordinary, but it has a faint aroma of roses and vanilla. It is wrapped in a silver foil with a crest of a lion and a unicorn. A small card attached to it reads: “A gift from the Duke of Montrose. Enjoy with discretion.”

A small ruby carved into the shape of a fiend's head. It can be worn as a pendant or set into a ring or other jewelry.

A flamboyant, and a somewhat impractical mask, made in the Feywild. It is fashioned out of several interposed, big and elongated butterfly wings that have an iridescent coloration and shift slightly, as if they were alive.

An old, cracked chamber pot made of pale pink porcelain and repaired with bronze to fill cracks like licking flames. Firelight in the presence of this pot dims and flickers, making the area pleasantly dark.

A lifelike bronze statuette depicting lovers feeding each other chunks of bread dripping honey, their limbs entwined. Their lips are stained red with dried blood.

A bleached linen sash embroidered with a prodigious vineyard growing from ash-thick earth, the grapes made of tiny amethysts. The ends of the sash feature small bronze plates with violet silk tassels.

A pair of silken sunset-orange knee-high socks features opaline arrows swirling like flames across the top of the foot.

A fiddle with bold lines, a walnut patina and craftsmanship that would impress even the most jaded artisan. The brass roundels and pure white gut reveals this instrument is truly made for a courtly musician. No matter the intention of the player... the song is always the same. A slow, droning hum followed by a maniacal overture of ferocious scraping.

A thick tin bracelet is etched with a screaming falcon, its gaping beak made of cracked marble; held aloft, shadows nearby flicker as if something races across them.

A small iron brooch shaped like a pair of puckered lips, its reverse engraved with a dozen names in tiny script.

A small ink brush’s whose handle is porcelain glazed with the lifelike image of a falcon soaring, with bristles from an eyas of the same.

A bronze disc engraved with an ancient juniper thick with berries, piles of the berries building small mounds all around the base. From the top of the disc dangles a rich blue silk ribbon, long enough to tie.

A thick dawn-gray linen jacket stuffed with goose down and features golden thread woven into the hems and into an esoteric rune on the back which looks like a distorted snowflake made of arrowheads. The wearer never feels the cold though their breath always clouds in a thick fog. Snow which lands on the jacket is immediately subsumed by it, disappearing in a flash of steam.

A tunic woven from some alchemically cultivated form of mint, and it smells strongly like it. Darker leaves are woven around the hem in the shape of storm clouds.

A leather wallet stamped with the image of a sailboat at full sail. It contains a full set of certified identification papers denoting that the bearer is a member of the shipwrights and sailmakers guild. The section containing the member's physical description (Height, weight, sex, race, eye, skin and hair color) is completely blank and could be filled in by anyone with half decent handwriting.

A small jasper pebble polished smooth and soft to the touch, almost squishy when held between two fingers. The swirls in its surface are reminiscent of a starting flame, just now catching hold.

A porcelain handled woodsaw with a bronze blade, the teeth immaculate but shaped like a terrifyingly bloodstained grin. Anything cut with this saw appears to bleed, regardless of material, seeping a small amount of fresh blood.

A pair of copper shears, the handles banded with porcelain etched like crashing waves. The blades are shaped like the prows of warships rather than practical triangles.

A tribal lyre made from a human skull, antelope horns, skin, gut and hair.

A dried reed scroll case containing a rolled parchment upon which is an apparent treasure map of the local area. It is written in a local dialect with cryptic script and markings. It clearly holds the key to discovering something of major value to anyone who can decipher what it is saying.

A calendar going back months with days crossed off, leading to blanks and a circle a few days from now.

A small bundle of letters, all from the same person, signed the same way, "See you soon love!"

An invitation to a charity ball rewarded for substantial devotion and contribution to community and individual wellbeing.

A tattered love letter dated years ago.

A small box wrapped in colorful paper. On the outside is written “For My Little Princess.” Inside is a music box; When wound, it plays a lullaby.

A boiled and waxed linen shirt featuring a silver-threaded peach tree espaliered; on inspection, the leaves are sewn with tiny eyes. Several of the branches seem to have already had their fruit plucked.

A written receipt from a transaction at an apothecary shop. Knowledgeable PC's or can determine that there's no such herb as Widows Grudge, and the note is actually written in the underground language of rogues Thieves Cant ordering an assassination.

A bill from a sorcerer listing an exorbitant amount of gold for a spell to cure a terminally ill child.

A letter to an unknown author's parents discussing the great time they are having at camp. It is written poorly and disjointed, and uses slang from other languages oddly within the writing. Knowledgeable PC's can determine that it is a coded letter from the author to their parents. They are being kept in a dungeon and have overheard plans to sell them to an underdark lord. It tells the reader to not believe any of their letters, and to send help immediately.

A small chest lined with soft fabric containing small eggs from various songbirds, a delicacy.

A series of intricately carved wooden tablets, each depicting a scene from yuan-ti mythology or history. The tablets are housed in an ornately decorated chest with intricate carvings and golden filigree work.

A staff that appears to be made of metallic bone and has a horned skull fitted to its top.

An obsidian draconic scale that shimmers with faint multicolored lights within its depths.

An old map of an unfamiliar location. If the parchment exposed to heat, indecipherable runes faintly appear. Are they magically inscribed, or is written in some sort of invisible ink?

A small stone statue of what is probably an eagle at rest about six inches high.

A knee-length linen tunic so fine as to be nearly sheer, with multicolored embroidered bands at all hems depicting wildlife, flowers and fantastical beasts.

A gnarled and fearsome mask riddled with eerie power which emanates from its bored-out eye sockets.

An underground map of the city. A few places are marked, but any text is illegible due to bad handwriting and water damage.

A palm-sized mirror in a copper frame.

A red ribbon that moves idly even when there is no breeze.

A one gallon cask filled with an alcoholic concoction known as Bilgewater. The liquid is not uniform in color, ranging from a blue-brownish to jet black depending on the ingredients and the crafter’s skill. Made by soaking the inner organs of various sea creatures in a fermented brine, the mixture is then run through a sieve to remove the bones and viscera. After drinking, the lingering taste of rotten, brackish seafood remains on the palette for a few hours. While foul to drink, you only need a little to get drunk and the marine offal it’s remarkably nutritious and a shot a day will keep you tipsy and stave off scurvy.

A press for making wax seals, complete with purple wax.

A brass figurine of a warrior with a spear.

An oversized ale stein plated with cold iron.

A reddish crystal shard wrapped in a wire cage and strung on a cord as an amulet. The crystal faintly glows and once it has been worn for a day and a night, it flickers in tune to the wearer’s heartbeat. Knowledgeable PC's can determine that the crystal was made from the fragment of a hero's hear that was magically turned to crystal after their death.

A bracelet made from braided iridescent cloth.

A chip of stone brick taken from the largest temple of the God of Random Domain on the continent. It is a pilgrim’s relic and remembrance of their long journey.

A decorative cloth with small shells sewn onto it an ocean pattern.

A blown-glass sculpture of an elephant small enough to hold in a palm.

A water skin that changes water into saltwater on command but not the reverse.

A baby blue ceramic pitcher that cools down water that's poured into it.

A wanted poster for a very handsome young thief.

A dining plate that was once shattered but put back together with golden glue.

A painted bird skull intended as a luck charm.

A wooden button for a tunic, designed to look like a shield.

A tin drinking cup that folds into a palm-sized disk.

A broadsheet from a nearby town filled with social gossip.

A child’s ceramic piggy bank that can only be opened by smashing it. If shaken, a few coins can be heard clinking inside. If smashed open, the coins are two copper pieces and one silver piece, all from a distant kingdom.

A dwarven crafted warhorn made from the tusk of the famous orc warrior and priest, Kuluk. The instrument is used to strike fear and terror in the hearts of humanoids. Its loud tone deafens any orc or goblin ear that its sound falls upon like the shriek of a dying cat.

A single pawn chess piece of almost inspiring ivory white wood.

A pair of fine, brightly colored silk scarves commonly used for elaborate dances.

A druid's wand that looks to be nothing more than narrow crooked branch of yew, with numerous, jagged twigs jutting off at random angles. Closer inspection a handful of bands of silver regularly affixed to its length.

A long, bony, decaying, blackened finger once belonged to the powerful necromancer Akaron.

A sacred silver mirror that does not reflect the viewer, but instead shows omens of their past or destiny.

A pair of brass goggles with smoked glass eyepieces. The strap is shaped like metallic serpents.

A sealed bottle of top shelf bourbon.

A black candle that burns a deep purple flame that produces no brightness, and a wispy, musty smelling smoke.

A rusted and chipped spade with an ancient wooden haft, it seems to whisper incomprehensible mutterings into the mind of whomever holds it.

A threadbare tapestry depicting the Apotheosis of Adam in Zlatoust, a fairly well known religious historical event.

A leather wallet stamped with images of woodworking tools. It contains a full set of certified identification papers denoting that the bearer is a member of the woodcarvers, coopers, and bowyers guild. The section containing the member's physical description (Height, weight, sex, race, eye, skin and hair color) is completely blank and could be filled in by anyone with half decent handwriting.

A child's leather vest with a small insignia of a wooden club on the back.

A gold anklet set with tiny iron charms in the beautifully abstract form of a clouded moon.

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Gravity Falls/Doctor Who - Mabel Vs The Toymaker

Mabel stood in front of the small toy store in the Gravity Falls Mall, her face set in an uncharacteristic determined frown.

It wasn’t really that much to look at. It was a faux-retro structure, the facade make of dyed red teak, with a black sign above it that read ‘The Toyroom Toys and Gifts.’ There were puppets and dolls displayed in the window next to the big wooden door, each of them painted and dressed in bright colourful costumes - clowns, jesters, harlequins, all garish in tone.

Soos swallowed as they approached the shop, gazing at the window. He looked closely at a doll with brown skin and messy hair, wearing a purple-and-white clown suit with a big red nose.

“You sure they’re here, dood?” he asked.

“The mysterious toy store that appeared overnight?” replied Mabel. “Of course Dipper would’ve come here. He couldn’t pass up a mystery like that!”

“Oh, okay.” Soos tugged on his collar. “But shouldn’t we get Stan and Ford before we go in?”

“I left a note on the table,” replied Mabel. “If anything awful happens to us, they’ll come to the rescue!”

“Oh.” Soos gulped. “Good.”

Mabel pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The store was dark, eerily lit by old electric lights that left long shadows over the creaking wooden floorboards. There were rows and rows of toys on shelves to the left and right, hidden by the darkness, but the middle of the shop was clear like a gangway, leading to the black oak counter. Behind this were more puppets, hung on hooks liked hanged men, and a few dusty old board games on small shelves below. There was nobody at the counter, but an old bell stood by the equally ancient-looking cash register.

Mabel and Soos walked to the counter, the floors squeaking and groaning under their weight. Without hesitation, Mabel began pressing the button on the bell – the dinging echoed.

“Heh, guess nobody’s home,” said Soos. “We should–”

He turned around.

“Wilkommen to mein shop.”

Soos jumped and screamed. A man had appeared behind him – he wore a cowboy’s outfit, a clearly plastic badge on his white buttoned shirt and a big black hat framing his forehead. He seemed an older gentlemen, grey-haired and somewhat weathered, but the wide smile seemed almost childish. Were it not for the strange glimmer in his blue eyes, he’d almost seem like an ordinary, if eccentric, shopkeeper.

“Oh! Sorry dude, you crept up on me!” Soos rubbed the back of his head. “Uh, we’re just here to…”

“Cut the act!” snapped Mabel, pointing accusingly at the shopkeeper. “Where’s Dipper? What did you do to him?”

The man’s brows shot up.

“Dipper?” He rubbed his chin. “Do we have ein Dipper? Let me think…”

He walked behind the counter, kneeling down to look beneath it.

“I think I saw the Dipper,” he said. “Would he have been with the red-haired girl? Green flannel, freckles?”

“Yeah,” replied Mabel, crossing her arms. “Where are they?”

“Let me see… that would be filed under das ‘Pine Tree,” mused the man. “Und das ice bag…”

Mabel smacked her hands on the counter.

“Where are they?” she demanded again.

“Now really, there’s a lot under here,” replied the shopkeeper. “I need a little time to… aha!”

He stood up, his hands cupped together.

“Now, you is looking for the Dipper, ja?” he said. “Und the Wendy?”

“Yeah!” snapped Mabel. “Where are they?”

“Uh… dood,” Soos put a hand on Mabel’s shoulder. “We never told him Wendy’s name.”

“Here ist das Dipper…” The man placed a small object on the counter. “...und das Wendy.” He placed another next to it.

Mabel took up the objects with trembling hands. One was a wooden figurine teenage boy, wearing a vest, orange shirt and shorts, and clad in a familiar blue and white hat, smiling fairly neutrally up at her. The other was a teenage girl with long red hair, a trapper hat, a green flannel shirt and jeans, again with an easy smile. Their features were printed on the front and back of the flat figures, with the sides an unpainted wood colour. They were like little figures from an old wooden train set.

“What did you do to them?!” Mabel exclaimed, horrified.

“Ah, you see, little Dipper wanted to see what the ‘mystery’ of this little shop was,” replied the man, “so he dragged his little girlfriend here to snoop around, see what they could see. Und that’s when they found me, and all of my toys, and Dipper, he was so confident, he wanted me to let them go. So I told him I would play a game with him. If he won, I’d give him all my toys. But if I won…”

He grinned, and Mabel noticed he seemed to have far too many teeth. A single golden tooth shimmered in the left side of his mouth.

“Ah, but I did win,” he continued. “And now we both have what we wanted, ja? Dipper und Wendy get to know the mystery of the toy shop, forever und ever, and I get some more new toys to have fun with.”

“But why?” asked Mabel. “Why make them this? Who are you?”

The man took the wooden Dipper and Wendy out of Mabel’s hands, placing them on the table.

“I am the Toymaker,” he replied, his accent slipping from a faux German to a deep British.

“Yeah, kinda guess that, dood,” said Soos, looking around. “I mean I guess it’s a hobby.”

“Soos!”

“What? You gotta hand it to him, there’s some pretty neat stuff in here,” Soos shrugged.

Mabel narrowed her eyes.

“Yeah, sorry, I deserve that.” Soos looked at his feet.

Mabel turned back to the Toymaker, reaching for the wooden figures.

“Ah-ah-ah!” the Toymaker raised his hand. “You cannot be having my toys. That is theft! Scandalous!”

“They’re not yours!” shouted Mabel.

“But they are,” replied the Toymaker. “I won them, fair und square! If you want them back, you must be winning the game yourself.”

Mabel and Soos exchanged glances.

“Soos,” she said, “go tell Grunkle Stan what’s happening.”

“On it!” Soos saluted and headed for the door. He reached it, pushed on it - and slammed into it as it failed to move.

“Aw man, I always do that…”

He tried pulling, but to no avail.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” said the Toymaker. “No leaving until the game is complete.”

Mabel furrowed her brow.

“Fine,” she said. “I’ll play your game. I mean, I don’t really have a choice…”

The Toymaker leaned in.

“Well then,” he said, and the store shifted around them. Suddenly, the counter was a table, and Mabel was swept onto a chair across from the Toymaker. She heard a yelp, and Soos was pushed into place next to them.

The Toymaker narrowed his eyes.

“What shall we play?”

He leaned back, producing a deck of cards which he began to shuffle.

“I have been busy since I found your brother, you know,” he said, his accent becoming British again. “Your town has been an interesting little distraction from my… current game. So much more colourful than that joyless Doctor…”

He flipped through the cards impossibly quickly.

“I beat the Time Baby in a game of snap,” he said, “and made him into so many marbles. I trapped the unicorns in slide-puzzles, and exiled the Shapeshifter to the Baltic Avenue space - though I prefer Coventry Street myself. I made Blendin Blandin my Joker card…”

He held up the Joker, revealing a picture of the time traveller on the front. He tossed it away contemptuously.

“Bill Cipher played for his freedom,” he continued. “He lost. I made him a talking board.”

“Bill?” Mabel’s eyes widened. “But how?”

“I still wait for the main game,” said the Toymaker, ignoring Mabel’s response. “The final contest against the Doctor. But I do enjoy a few extra games on the side.”

“Who’s the Doctor?” asked Soos.

“I don’t get it,” said Mabel. “Dipper and Wendy only disappeared last night. How’d you get the time to play against all those other people?”

“You really think I would be so boring as to obey the rules of linear time?” sniffed the Toymaker.

Mabel stared at the Dipper and Wendy figures.

“So they could’ve actually been here for…”

“We have spoken enough!” The Toymaker’s German accent briefly returned. “Now… what shall we play, Mabel Pines?”

“How do we know you won’t cheat?” asked Mabel.

The Toymaker’s eyes widened.

“Never!” he exclaimed. “Outrageous! For shame! I must abide by the rules of the game! To do otherwise would be unthinkable!”

Mabel and Soos exchanged glances.

“Go fish,” declared Mabel. “We’ll play that.”

“Sehr gut!” The German accent was back again as he dealt the cards - seven for him, seven for Mabel. He shuffled the cards again and placed them face down in the middle. “Most matches win?”

“You’re on.”

The Toymaker leaned in.

“By all means,” he said. “You first.”

Mabel looked down at her hand - ten of spades, queen of hearts, eight of hearts, seven of diamonds, ace of diamonds, seven of clubs and nine of clubs. She swallowed.

“Do you have any sevens?” she asked.

The Toymaker pulled a single card from his deck and handed it over - the seven of diamonds. Soos began to lean over to see his hand - he slapped him away.

“Okay… do you have any tens?”

The Toymaker smirked.

“Go fish.”

Mabel picked up another card - the nine of spades. The Toymaker studied his cards.

“You know, your brother challenged me to a game of logic,” he said. “Chess. Do you have any eights?”

Mabel swallowed, handing over her eight of hearts.

“Chess?” she quizzed.

“Ja,” the Toymaker nodded. “Nearly won too. Just made one tiny wrong move… but sometimes that’s all it takes.”

He smirked.

“Show me your Queens.”

Mabel handed over the queen of hearts.

“Aw man, dood, I can’t watch…” Soos covered his eyes.

“It’s always the ones that be thinking they are the cleverest,” sneered the Toymaker. “I would like to play your Großonkel Ford after we’ve finished here. Fours?”

Mabel shook her head. “Go fish.”

The Toymaker shrugged, drawing a card.

“It is always fun to play against the hubristic,” he said.

“Got any aces?” demanded Mabel.

The Toymaker smirked again. “Go fish.”

Mabel drew once more - the Jack of clubs.

“Ford would clean you up,” she snorted.

“No, I think I would be doing the cleaning,” he replied. “He is, as they say, too clever by half. Like the poor Dipper. Got any nines?”

With a shaking hand, Mabel handed over her two nines.

“Wunderbar,” said the Toymaker. “And any fives?”

“Go fish, jerk,” spat Mabel.

“Ooh, bad sportsmanship.” The toymaker shook his head as he drew a card. “But I am right, no? Sooner or later he was always going to end up in a fight he couldn’t win.”

“Jacks?” asked Mabel, trying not to take the bait.

“You must be going fishing!” The Toymaker clapped his hands together.

Mabel gritted her teeth, drawing the king of diamonds. The Toymaker grinned unpleasantly.

“Sevens?”

Mabel gulped - she had three, nearly a match. Still, she reluctantly handed them over.

“And poor Wendy,” he continued. “She tried to fight me when he lost – can you believe that? So uncivilised. Threes?”

“Go fish.”

“But what can you expect from her kind?” asked the Toymaker, drawing the card. “So headstrong. So foolish. If she wanted so badly to stay with her Dipper, I could only oblige.”

“Got any fours?”

“Go und fish!”

Mabel drew a card - the ace of hearts.

“So many possibilities for matches,” said the Toymaker, looking at his hand. “Any nines?”

“Go fish.”

The Toymaker shrugged, drawing a card.

“Jacks?” asked Mabel.

The Toymaker handed over a card - the Jack of hearts.

“How about you give me my sevens back?” she demanded.

The Toymaker smiled wryly and did so.

“How ‘bout any tens?”

“Go fish.”

She drew a three of hearts.

It continued like this for a few more turns. The Toymaker quickly seized the three but had to go fish asking for twos. Mabel claimed the three of clubs from him but lost out asking for fours - she ‘fished’ a four of diamonds, ironically enough. The Toymaker took Mabel’s aces, but went fishing when she had no fives. Mabel asked for Jacks and got nothing, fishing a ten of hearts.

The Toymaker smirked.

“Your sevens, fraulein.”

Mabel handed them over with a shaking hand, and the Toymaker laid them out in front of him, along with a single seven of spades from his hand.

“Ein point for me.”

“Uh, when we get turned into toys and stuff,” said Soos, “can I be a teddy bear? Feels like that’d hurt less.”

“Soos!” exclaimed Mabel.

“Any tens?”

Mabel swallowed as she handed them over.

“Just sayin’,” Soos shrugged.

“How about twos?”

“Go fish,” grunted Mabel.

She looked at her hand as the Toymaker did so.

“Any nines?” she asked.

The Toymaker handed over the nines of clubs, spades and hearts.

“You would be making good playing cards, I think,” he said.

“Shut up,” said Mabel. “Threes?”

“Go und fish.”

She drew the five of spades…

“Any Kings?”

…and handed over the King of Diamonds. She had no sixes, though, so the Toymaker drew.

On the game went. Mabel got two eights, spades and hearts, but the Toymaker had no fours, so she drew a four of clubs. The Toymaker asks for eights but got none. Mabel took three twos from him, missing only the two of spades, and reclaimed the nines, but he had no threes, so she drew. The Toymaker requested aces but got nothing.

“Any fives?”

The Toymaker handed over three cards. She gathered them with her five of spades and slapped them on the table in front of her.

“Read ‘em and weep, sucker!” she snapped. “One to me! Now show me a three!”

“Nein, go fish.”

Mabel slapped her forehead and drew. As she did so, her eyes widened, and she gathered the new jack with her three other jacks and put them in front of her.

“Two to me.”

“Ja, ja, very good,” the Toymaker said dismissively. “Your nines.”

Mabel shook her head as she handed over her three nines.

“Und your aces?”

“Go fish,” snorted Mabel.

The Toymaker drew.

“Show me your fours.”

“Nein, go fish.”

She drew an eight of diamonds, and immediately had to hand it over as the Toymaker asked for eights. She had no Kings, so he drew again.

On it went. Mabel asked for tens and got nothing, but drew the ten of clubs anyway. The Toymaker took back the nines and unsuccessfully tried for eights. Mabel took back the Kings but had no luck on threes. She drew a queen of diamonds that the Toymaker promptly took, along with her twos. These he drew in front of him - another set. He had no luck on nines, and Mabel took the queens back. He’d no threes so she drew again - eight of clubs.

The Toymaker took her tens. He had no luck on aces, but drew the nine of diamonds and made another match. Mabels took his aces, but drew when he had no kings. He took her fours, and then looked at her over the cards.

“Shall we up the ante?” he asked. “One turn each from now on. We keep going until we have no cards.”

Mabel scratched her chin.

“Wouldn’t that be messing with the rules?” she asked.

“Not,” replied the Toymaker, “if they are house rules.”

Mabel nodded.

“Fine,” she said.

She looked at her cards.

“Eights?”

The Toymaker handed over three - another set!

“Sixes?” he asked.

Mabel handed over her six, and the Toymaker made another set.

“Aw dood…” Soos clutched his head, sweating.

“Threes.”

“Go fish.”

Mabel drew a card - three of diamonds.

“Fours?”

Mabel swallowed. “Go fish.”

He drew a card.

“Kings?”

“Go fish.”

She drew the four of spades.

“Tens?”

“Go fish.”

He drew as she looked at her cards, sweating.

She inhaled deeply.

“Aces?”

He handed over two cards, and Mabel made another set.

“Fours?” he asked again.

Mabel handed over hers - he made a set once more. She looked at her cards - three threes, three queens, three kings.

“Q-queens?” she stammered.

“Go und fish.”

She drew with trembling hand, and produced the king of spades. She laid them out - one more match.

“We are tied!” exclaimed the Toymaker. “With three suits left in play. Oh, I am so excited! Now… your threes.”

Mabel swallowed, handing them over.

“Now,” exclaimed the Toymaker. “The gamble! I have six cards, you have three. To complete the set, one of us must draw. Will it be you?”

Mabel looked down at the deck - there were a paltry few cards left. She took a deep breath and channelled her inner Grunkle Stan.

“Got any queens?” she asked, knowing full-well he didn’t.

He gestured to the cards, and she drew.

She looked down at the Three of Spades in her hand.

“Your turn.”

“Hmm…” the Toymaker scratched his chin. “If I correctly guess what you have, I can take it, and you lose. But if I don’t… a roll of the dice. A pure gamble.”

He leaned in, studying Mabel closely.

“Do you have any… tens?”

Mabel let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

“Go fish.”

He did so.

“Ten of diamonds,” he said, “a set.”

He laid them in front of him.

“Got any threes?” demanded Mabel.

He handed three over, and she too made a set.

“No cards,” said the Toymaker. “I have no choice but to draw… and we both know I’ll get…”

He drew the card.

“Got any queens?” asked Mabel.

“The Queen of Spades,” nodded the Toymaker. “The last remaining card.”

He handed it over, and Mabel laid her remaining cards in front of her.

“Seven points,” said Mabel. “You’ve only got six. I win.”

The Toymaker nodded, impressed.

“A bold gamble at the end,” he said. “You would put so much on the line to save your brother. It… puzzles me.”

Mabel leaned over the table.

“Give them back,” she snarled. “Now.”

The Toymaker adjusted his hat.

“Well why didn’t y’all just say so?” he asked in an exaggerated cowboy accent. “One Dipper n’ one Wendy comin’ right up!”

He clapped his hands together.

“O’ course,” he continued, “you never specified in what condition you’d get ‘em, sooo…”

“Wait, what?” exclaimed Mabel.

“Aw dood! He tricked us with genie logic!” blurted Soos.

“No, I want them back as people!” shouted Mabel. “You hear me? As peo–”

“Guten tag, fraulein! Danke for playing!”

Mabel felt herself being sucked backwards, flying through the air towards the door - which seemed a lot farther away then it had been when she entered. With a mighty crash, she slammed through the door, skidding along the cold, marble floors of the mall and coming to a stop in front of a bench. Soos flew out after her, flying across the mall and into a garbage can on the other side.

“Mabel!”

Mabel looked up, rubbing her head. Grunkle Stan was leaning over her, clutching her shoulders.

“What happened?!” he exclaimed. “What did that shyster do to you? I’m gonna give him a piece o’...”

“That might not be possible, Stanley.”

Ford was looking back towards the store front - the toy shop was gone, replaced with a close shutter and a ‘new store opening soon’ banner. He shook his head, turning back to Mabel.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Where’s Dipper and Wendy?”

Mabel felt something hard in her hand - she opened it, and the little figures that were her brother and friend sat on her palm, as inanimate as any object.

“Ford,” said Stan, his voice dangerously calm. “We’re gonna find this jerk, right?”

Ford shook his head.

“I don’t know, Stan,” he replied. “The Celestial Toymaker might only be found if he wants to be found. It’s possible he’s tracking an, uh, mutual acquaintance, but if anything that man’s even more difficult to find.”

“But we can turn them back, right?” Mabel asked.

Ford put a hand on her shoulder.

“I don’t know,” he replied. “But I will try, I promise.”

“And if we can’t?” demanded Stan.

Ford took a deep breath.

“Then we track him,” he said. “And if we can’t track him… we wait.”

Mabel looked down at the small figures, wondering what they must be feeling right now. She blinked some tears out of her eyes and held them close to her heart, hoping they could at least feel the beat.

“I’ll fix this, guys,” she whispered. “I promise.”

Dipper and Wendy didn’t reply.

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saharanpurfurnitures · 6 months ago

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Crafting Elegance: Saharanpur Furniture's Artisanal Dressing Tables

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In the world of interior design, every piece of furniture tells a story. Among these, the dressing table stands out as a symbol of timeless elegance and functionality. When it comes to dressing table manufacturers, Saharanpur Furniture shines as a beacon of exquisite craftsmanship and heritage. Let's delve into the artistry and legacy behind Saharanpur Furniture's dressing tables.

Legacy of Craftsmanship

Saharanpur, a city in Uttar Pradesh, India, has long been renowned for its rich tradition of woodworking and furniture craftsmanship. The artisans here inherit centuries-old techniques passed down through generations, blending traditional skills with contemporary designs. Saharanpur Furniture embodies this legacy, with each piece bearing the mark of meticulous handcraftsmanship.

Attention to Detail

What sets Saharanpur Furniture apart is its unwavering commitment to detail. Every dressing table undergoes a painstaking process, from the selection of premium quality wood to the intricate carving and finishing touches. Skilled artisans pour their expertise into every curve, every joint, ensuring not just functionality but also aesthetic appeal.

Variety in Design

Saharanpur Furniture understands that each customer is unique, with distinct tastes and preferences. That's why their range of dressing tables encompasses a diverse array of designs. Whether you prefer a classic, ornately carved table reminiscent of bygone eras or a sleek, modern piece with clean lines and minimalist appeal, Saharanpur Furniture has something to suit every style.

Quality Materials

Central to Saharanpur Furniture's philosophy is the use of premium materials. They source the finest woods, such as teak, rosewood, and mahogany, known for their durability and natural beauty. This commitment to quality ensures that each dressing table not only looks exquisite but also stands the test of time, becoming a cherished heirloom in your home.

Functional Excellence

A dressing table is more than just a piece of furniture; it's a functional space where you start and end your day. Saharanpur Furniture understands this, incorporating thoughtful features into their designs. Ample storage compartments, well-placed mirrors, and convenient drawers characterize their dressing tables, offering both style and practicality.

Customization Options

While Saharanpur Furniture offers a stunning collection of ready-made dressing tables, they also welcome customization. Have a specific design in mind? They can bring your vision to life, tailoring every aspect from dimensions to finishes to ensure it seamlessly integrates into your space.

Ethical and Sustainable Practices

In an age where sustainability is paramount, Saharanpur Furniture remains committed to ethical and eco-friendly practices. They prioritize responsible sourcing of materials, ensuring minimal environmental impact. Additionally, by supporting local artisans and craftsmen, they contribute to the preservation of traditional skills and livelihoods.

Global Reach, Local Touch

While Saharanpur Furniture's reputation extends globally, their roots remain firmly grounded in the local community. By showcasing Saharanpur's craftsmanship on a global stage, they not only promote the city's heritage but also empower local artisans and foster economic growth.

Timeless Elegance

Ultimately, a Saharanpur Furniture dressing table is more than just furniture; it's a statement of timeless elegance and impeccable craftsmanship. Each piece tells a story of tradition, passion, and artistry, making it a valuable addition to any home.

In conclusion, Saharanpur Furniture stands as a testament to the enduring legacy of Indian craftsmanship. Their dressing tables encapsulate the perfect blend of heritage and modernity, offering customers not just furniture but a piece of art that enriches their living spaces. Whether you're seeking a classic design or a contemporary masterpiece, Saharanpur Furniture's artisanal touch ensures you find a dressing table that reflects your style and personality.

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craftedproducts · 2 years ago

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The Timeless Elegance of a Wooden Dressing Table: A Must-Have for Your Bedroom

When it comes to bedroom furniture, there is no denying the elegant charm of a wooden dressing table. Wooden dressing tables have been a classic addition to bedrooms for centuries, and their beauty has yet to fade. The warmth and sophistication of wood add an element of luxury and style to a bedroom, that is hard to achieve with other materials. From modern to traditional, wooden dressing tables can fit in with any style and can be customized to suit individual design preferences. In this blog post, we will discuss why a wooden dressing table is a must-have in your bedroom.

Wooden dressing tables not only serve as a functional piece of furniture but also add a visual aesthetic appeal to your bedroom. They provide a space to store your beauty products, accessories, and even jewelry while allowing you to have a designated area for getting ready in the morning. Furthermore, wooden dressing tables have a timeless quality to them, which means they are a fantastic value for money investment. They are made from high-quality materials that are durable

The natural beauty of wood adds warmth and charm to any decor.

There is an undeniable elegance to a well-crafted wooden dressing table. The natural beauty of wood adds warmth and charm to any decor, making it a must-have for anyone looking to enhance the visual appeal of their bedroom. One of the most popular options for a wooden dressing table is teak wood. Teak wood furniture is known for its durability, resistance to moisture, and ease of maintenance. A teak wood dressing table not only adds to the aesthetic appeal of your bedroom but also offers functionality by providing ample storage space for your makeup, jewelry, and other essentials. Investing in a dressing table in teak wood is a wise decision, as it ensures longevity and the classic beauty of wood that will never go out of style.

A wooden dressing table is a versatile piece of furniture that can be customized to suit any style.

A wooden dressing table is a versatile piece of furniture that can be customized to suit any style. Teak wood, in particular, is an excellent material for a dressing table as it is highly durable, resistant to moisture, and has a natural warmth and beauty that adds elegance to any space. When choosing a dressing table in teak wood furniture, it’s important to consider the size and style that best fits your room’s aesthetics. A minimalistic design with sleek lines is suitable for modern interiors, while ornate carvings and decorative details lend a more traditional or vintage vibe. Additionally, a teak wood dressing table can be customized with accessories like lighting, mirrors, and drawer compartments to enhance its functionality. Whether you’re looking to add a touch of luxury to your bedroom or create extra storage space for your makeup and accessories, a wooden dressing table in teak wood is a must-have piece of furniture that combines timeless elegance and practicality.

The durability and longevity of wood ensure your investment will last for years to come.

The durability and longevity of wood make wooden dressing tables, such as teak wood dressing tables, a must-have for any bedroom. Investing in teak wood furniture, especially a dressing table crafted from teak wood, ensures that the piece will last for years to come, providing timeless elegance and practical functionality to any living space. Wooden dressing tables are a great choice for those who value quality and longevity in their furniture. Not only do they look stunning, but they are also easy to maintain and clean. Moreover, teak wood furniture is resistant to decay, termites, and pests, making it an ideal choice for dressing tables in teak wood. Overall, if you are looking for a durable and long-lasting option for your bedroom furniture, a wooden dressing table in teak wood should be at the top of your list.

The ample storage space provided by a dressing table is perfect for organizing your beauty products and accessories.

A wooden dressing table provides timeless elegance and is a must-have for any bedroom. The ample storage space provided by a dressing table is perfect for organizing your beauty products and accessories. If you are looking to invest in a piece of furniture that can enhance the beauty and functionality of your bedroom for years to come, a teak wood dressing table is an excellent choice. Teak wood furniture has been esteemed for centuries for its durability and its natural beauty. A dressing table in teak wood is not only practical, but also adds a touch of sophistication to any bedroom décor. Whether you prefer a minimalist design or ornate details, a wooden dressing table can be customized to fit your style and practical needs. Choose a teak wood dressing table that suits your personal taste, and enjoy the convenience and beauty it brings to your daily routine.

A wooden dressing table is a classic and timeless addition to any bedroom that will never go out of style.

A wooden dressing table is a classic and timeless addition to any bedroom, offering a touch of elegance and functionality that will never go out of style. Teak wood dressing tables, in particular, are a popular choice due to their durability and natural beauty. This high-quality wood is known for its resistance to moisture, heat, and pests, making it a smart investment that will last for years to come. The warm tones and unique grain patterns of teak wood furniture also add a touch of sophistication to any bedroom decor. Whether you prefer a minimalist, modern style or a more ornate, traditional design, a dressing table in teak wood is a luxurious and practical choice. Don’t miss out on the timeless elegance of a wooden dressing table for your bedroom.

In conclusion, there’s just something about wooden dressing tables that speaks to the soul. They offer a timeless elegance and a level of sophistication that is hard to replicate with other materials. Not only do they provide a stylish addition to your bedroom, but they are also functional, bringing practicality to your daily routine. Whether you prefer a classic, traditional look or a more modern, minimalist design, there’s a wooden dressing table out there for you. Consider investing in this must-have bedroom item to elevate your space and daily routine.

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woodenexport · 11 months ago

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What all Furnitures we have

BED ROOM

A comfortable bedroom is everyone's need. Who doesn't want a bed that is utterly comfortable and looks ravishing at the same time? Well, do not forget about the other accessories such as mattress. We have all the furniture you need for a well-equipped bedroom like the bed with storage, single bed, double bed, divan bed, wooden tray, dressing table, bunk bed, cupboards, and required storage units. If you too are looking to buy bedroom furniture, then Wooden Market is your destination.

OFFICE FURNITURE

Every piece of furniture is versatile to use anywhere around your house as you like, but that's not the case with office furniture. Even though our office furniture would be a perfect piece to showcase the utmost functionality and versatility, it is necessary to make sure you buy ergonomic and multi-functional pieces for your work corner/office. Our office furniture has all the suitable furniture and decor that would make the most out of your working space in terms of comfort and functionality.

LIVING ROOM

Living Room is the heart of the home. So, embellishing it with the teak wood that captures everyone's sight is essential. At Wooden Market, you will find a wonderful collection of breathtaking pieces that are perfect to adorn the living room. Whether you are looking for chairs like lounge chairs, rocking chair, office chair, sofa chair, computer chair, Shoe Rack, executive chair, ergonomic chair, revolving chair, folding chairs, recliners, coffee tables, sofa, fabric sofa, office tables, 2 seater sofa, couches, bookshelves, office desk, carpets, artificial flowers or the wall shelves, we have it all.

DINING TABLE

A happy meal time can be relished in the dining area of the house. A room occupied with a chic dining table, dining chairs, kitchen cabinets, crockery units, extendable dining tables, and sideboards make it a complete one for a perfect wine and dine.

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furnifiesta · 1 year ago

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Navratri Extravaganza: Unbelievable Deals Await You

Navratri is here, and it's the perfect time to revamp your home with exquisite furniture pieces. Whether you're looking for a cozy sofa to entertain guests or a majestic bed for a peaceful night's sleep, the Navratri sale offers you a chance to upgrade your living space without breaking the bank.

8 Seater LHS L Shape Sofa In With Centre Table & 2 Puffy (Blue)

Imagine lounging in style on a spacious L-shaped sofa, complete with a center table and puffy cushions. This elegant blue sofa not only adds a pop of color to your living room but also provides ample seating for your family and friends during Navratri gatherings.

Malawi Sheesham Rosewood Wooden King Size Bed

Experience the regal comfort of a king-size bed made from premium Malawi Sheesham Rosewood. This bed is not just a piece of furniture; it's a masterpiece that transforms your bedroom into a sanctuary of relaxation and luxury.

Tahoe Sheesham Wood 4-Seater Dining Set

Create lasting memories with your loved ones over delicious Navratri meals. The Tahoe dining set, crafted from Sheesham wood, accommodates four diners comfortably. Its timeless design and durability make it a perfect addition to your dining area.

Tasmania Double Seater Hanging Swing

Navratri is a time for celebration, and what better way to enjoy the festivities than on a double-seater hanging swing? Hang it on your porch or in your garden and experience the joy of swinging under the stars.

Bruges Wooden Shoe Rack in Exotic Teak Finish

Keep your home organized and clutter-free with the Bruges wooden shoe rack. Its exotic teak finish not only adds a touch of sophistication to your space but also helps you neatly store your footwear.

Brick Style Vanity Stool (One Pack Contains 2 Pieces)

Enhance your dressing area with these stylish and comfortable vanity stools. Their brick-style design adds a contemporary flair, making your morning routine a delightful experience.

Apkainterior - Your Trusted Furniture Destination

When it comes to quality furniture, Apkainterior is your go-to choice. With a reputation for delivering top-notch furniture at unbeatable prices, Apkainterior has been transforming homes across the country. With their extensive range of products and a commitment to customer satisfaction, you can trust them to make your Navratri sales experience exceptional.

Conclusion:

This Navratri, let the festivities extend to your home with exquisite furniture pieces that reflect your style and personality. Whether you're upgrading your living room, bedroom, or dining area, the Navratri sale offers an opportunity to do so without straining your budget. Explore Apkainterior's impressive collection and make your home a symbol of comfort, elegance, and celebration. Don't miss out on these incredible offers; your dream home awaits.

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woodencitycrafts · 1 year ago

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woodencity Crafts

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Wooden City Crafts is a furniture manufacturer in Saharanpur, Uttar Pradesh, India. We specialize in handcrafted wooden furniture, including sofa sets, beds, dining tables, and more. Our furniture is made from high-quality teak wood and is known for its intricate carvings and beautiful designs. Wooden City Crafts has been in business for over 20 years and has a reputation for quality and craftsmanship. We are a popular choice for customers who are looking for unique and stylish wooden furniture. contact :- +919760009121

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fabulivonline · 2 years ago

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Dressing Table

Tired of searching through shops for the perfect dressing table? Then look no further—buy a dressing table online and make life easier. Whether you're looking for something traditional or modern, there are endless possibilities when it comes to dressing table design. In fact, with so many options available at your fingertips, you can find the right furniture piece that effortlessly reflects your style. From compact pieces in wood finishes to grand mirrored styles with intricate carving details, there's sure to be an ideal solution waiting just around the corner!

What is a dressing table?

A dressing table is a type of furniture used to store and display cosmetics, jewelry, and other personal items. It typically consists of drawers or shelves with an attached mirror.

Dressing tables have been around for centuries as part of traditional bedroom furniture collections, but today there are more modern designs available online that offer a range of sizes, materials, and styles to suit different tastes and budgets

Different Types of Dressing Tables

One of the most essential pieces of furniture in the home is the dressing table. The dressing table must be situated conveniently and have enough room to hold all of your toiletries, makeup, and other goods.

There are several varieties of dressing tables on the market. Some are made for small areas, while others are made for large ones. A dressing table that meets their wants and requirements is preferred by many people. Also, they wish to get a dressing table with adequate drawer space for their personal belongings.

Also, today's market offers a variety of dressing tables, including:

Contemporary Dressing Tables: These dressing tables have a sleek and modern design with clean lines and minimalistic features. They are often made of materials like metal, glass, and plastic and come in various colors to match any decor.

Traditional Dressing Tables: These dressing tables have a more ornate design with intricate carvings and embellishments. They are usually made of wood and come in rich colors like mahogany, teak, and cherry.

Foldable Dressing Tables: These dressing tables are perfect for small spaces as they can be folded and stored away when not in use. They usually have a simple design with a few drawers and a mirror that can be easily folded down.

Wall-mounted dressing tables: These dressing tables are ideal for those who have limited floor space. They are mounted on the wall and come with a small mirror and a few shelves for storing makeup and other accessories.

Dual-purpose Dressing Tables: These dressing tables serve a dual purpose, such as a study table or a console table. They usually have a simple design with a few drawers and a mirror that can be easily removed when not in use.

Antique Dressing Tables: These dressing tables are designed to evoke a sense of nostalgia and charm. They are often made of wood and feature intricate carvings and designs from a bygone era.

Customized Dressing Tables: These dressing tables are made to order, and customers can choose the size, design, and features according to their needs and preferences. They are often more expensive but offer the opportunity to have a unique piece of furniture that reflects one's personality.

The Best Places to Buy a Dressing Table

There are several ways to buy a dressing table. You can buy a pre-made one or make your own. If you want to build your dressing table, there are many different options available. Here, we will discuss some of the best places to buy a dressing table, including:

Hometown:

Hometown is a popular online furniture store that offers a wide range of dressing tables in different styles and designs. The store offers affordable prices and good-quality products, along with free delivery and installation services.

Home Centre:

Home Centre is a leading home decor and furniture store that offers a wide range of dressing tables in different styles and designs. The store has a good collection of dressing tables that are suitable for both small and large bedrooms.

Pepperfry:

Pepperfry is a popular online furniture store that offers a huge selection of dressing tables in different styles and sizes. The store offers free delivery and installation services in many cities across India.

Fabuliv Experience Center:

Fabuliv offers a wide range of quality designer dressing tables in India to suit your needs. Their experience center provides users with premier furniture solutions that create an elegant and functional space for any home.

Meanwhile, if you’re looking for something minimalist or ornate, they will have the perfect option to make any room stand out. From contemporary styles to traditional pieces and even classic items available in all shapes, sizes, and colors, Fabuliv guarantees customers get a one-of-a-kind piece of timeless craftsmanship just waiting to be enjoyed.

Tips on Choosing Decor and Accessories for Your Dressing Table

Decorating your dressing table can be a fun project, but it doesn't have to be hard. Here are some tips on how to choose the right furnishings and accessories for your space.

Choose a Style

While you're choosing new furniture for your dressing table, you want to make sure that it complements your existing decor. For example, if you already have an eclectic style in place, then adding a modern piece or two should be easy. If you have more traditional tastes that lean towards classicism, then contemporary pieces should work out just as well.

Consider Size

Your dressing table is going to be the focal point of your room when you're not using it, so it must be big enough for all of your belongings. It's also important that whatever you buy has enough storage space so that everything can be stored away easily when not in use (and to protect the items from dust and dirt).

Consider your style:

Your dressing table should reflect your style, so choose decor and accessories that align with your tastes. If you love vintage or retro looks, consider adding antique perfume bottles or vintage makeup cases. If you prefer a more modern aesthetic, choose sleek and minimalist decor.

Incorporate functional items:

Your dressing table should not only look great but also be functional. Consider adding items that serve a purpose, such as a jewelry box, a hand mirror, or a tray for organizing your makeup brushes.

Add some greenery

Plants can add a touch of nature and freshness to your dressing table. Choose small potted plants, such as succulents or air plants, that are easy to care for and won't take up too much space.

Add lights:

Good lighting is crucial when it comes to getting ready in the morning. Consider adding a table lamp or a lighted mirror to your dressing table set up to ensure that you have ample light to get ready.

Conclusion

With the increase in online shopping, buying a dressing table has become easier than ever. You can choose from a variety of designs and furniture, ensuring that you get the best design for your home. With this newly easy accessibility to good-quality pieces at affordable prices, it's no wonder why people are choosing to buy their dressing tables online more often now!

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