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[raisingkidsinchicago]

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[lostintransist]

The Second Duchess

Y'all, Noona's brain worms got me again. AO3 | This will be three parts. | This will end bitter. A/B/O dynamics, vaguely victorian, there will be an actual ghost in part two & three, odd power dynamics.

When John found you, a foreign lady, visiting a neighboring earl, he thought he had found redemption.

His first wife had been designationless, like you. He and his pack, Johnny, Simon, and Kyle, had ill-treated the first duchess. Her final words, left in an open letter, lingered over them all, even now.

You were supposed to be better. Every tale of you spoke of your bravery, your dedication, your loyalty. I found them all to be lies. When my corpse haunts your memories, may you think on it with more fondness than you ever did me.

The people who claimed the right of parentage over you had sent you to a foreign court in the hopes that someone would take pity on you. Foolish attempt really. No one at home wanted you; no one here would either.

All your life you had been discarded. Set aside for your lack of designation, you learned to cope. The scarred skin at your neck where your gland had failed to grow in the womb became your favorite place to decorate. If not with necklaces, then with art. You had learned how to paint on your body and create wreaths that wound round your neck; you set new standards because you could not do much else. If people were going to stare, why not give them something to look at?

Running wild became your favorite way to use your lack of designation. You could ride a horse side saddle or sitting forward like a man. You could ride better than most men in either seat. The stable hands at home got used to a horse disappearing for a few hours. You always stabled the horses you used, fed them, and brushed them. They stopped complaining after they saw how well you cared for the animals.

You hired art teachers and painted nude bodies. Music teachers taught you how to listen to the lewd songs sung in the taverns and play them at dinner parties. Languages were mastered; the curses were the things you memorized first. The cooks blustered when you demanded to be taught, but when you threatened to hire someone to teach you they quickly gave in.

The maids taught you on the sly the cant and candor of the working class. When they told you of the needs in the community you worked directly with the women who headed each group in need. Connections were gathered like coins in a purse and guarded like a hen over her chicks.

Without quite knowing how you became a woman of influence. A whisper or a word in the right ear and you could turn the tide on harmful policies. If you declared a business untenable for their use of child labor or the way they treated their workers the working class would not patronize them again.

That same level of leverage never breached the bubble of the aristocracy; hence, how you found yourself shipped away to start again.

The weeks warning your mother had given you had been enough for any in your contact to fire off letters to kin and foe alike of your coming. Even letters to foes told of your abilities to conquer changes.

Dock workers had a penchant for overindulging in your country. Men overindulging left women and children bereft of comfort and stability. You had been working at the underpinnings of fact before you had been shipped off.

No one noticed where you wandered, even here in this new country. No one cared. Just this morning you had sat down with the head of the laundress of the city to see what pieces you could shift. Their letter had arrived first, and tending to their needs would become your first priority. They needed childcare.

Children often needed tending and older children needed to be taught reading, writing, and arithmetic. An aging governess or two could be convinced to play school teachers and a maid without a reference could become a tender. Most of the legwork would arise from connecting with the women who would care for and teach the children. The juxtaposing issue would be where to house them and the children during the day. The price per child needed to be reasonable to the laundress and enticing to the governesses and the maid.

Censure, while a familiar disrespect, never became easier to bear. It bit at your flesh like the slap of hands. You had been relegated to the piano in the corner of the room while the other women partook in after-dinner sherry.

You hated sherry. You hated all alcohol really but sherry most of all. It tastes of lies and disappointment in its syrupy sweetness. Shuttering those memories, you focused on playing through a key change and into a jaunty tune; lewd would be a more accurate word, for the song you had learned down at the docks.

All these thoughts swirled through your head as your fingers played without you. Being so deep in thought you failed to notice the men had rejoined the party.

The knuckles rapping the top of the piano before your eyes brought you back to your body. Your motions paused the last notes you played lingering in the air. It is doubtful anyone was listening to you anyway.

A broad man leaned against the piano. His hair was cut short and sprinkled with gray. A neatly maintained beard, sun-kissed wrinkles around his eyes, as well as the fine cut of his coat completed the look of a lord. Being unfamiliar with this county’s aristocracy you offered a demure smile.

“Can I help you, my lord?”

“Where did a thing like you learn a tune like that?” His voice is rich and cadence firm.

“It is astounding the things musicians will teach you for the right incentive.” Settling your hands back to the keys you began to play a medley of your favorite drinking songs.

“Why do you not hide it?” His voice is as a surprise as it is unexpected.

Decorum meant different things here. Like it being acceptable to ask about one’s secondary gender.

“Why would I hide something I am not ashamed of, my lord? I am not causing harm to others by existing,” you lift a brow as you glance at him quickly.

He stared at the paint ringing your neck. The style of dresses here, that your great aunt had draped you in despite your protests, involved low necklines and off-the-shoulder sleeves. The corset cinched around you held up the dress. You had painted flowers and vines. Now, if anyone stared overlong you could assume they were observing your skill with a brush and not the scar where your scent gland should be.

Transitioning into a light, airy tune that has been well accepted by “higher” society you stole glances at the lord. You had yet to be introduced, but his dismissal of decorum intrigued you. Not many men approached you for a chat, even less without being introduced as an oddity first.

“Would you take a turn around the room with me?”

And there went your interest. Like with anyone who did not conform to society’s standards, you were propositioned every so often. Pursing your lips, you don’t look at him again.

“If you can gain an introduction before I depart for the night, I will consider it.” Focusing back on your fingers you played around a key change into a moving piece.

This bit of music sounded a bit like weeping when you played it.

He would not find your aunt anywhere near this room. She had consumed a fair amount of dairy in the soup course and would be leaving rancid deposits for the maids to clean in the morning. Once she felt well enough to travel she would send someone to collect you to the carriage. No one else here could claim acquaintance to the point of introductions.

As you predicted the lord could be seen drifting from person to person questioning and pointing toward you where you played still. All shook their heads and peered around for your aunt. Nearing forty minutes later a maid approached you, hands clasped neatly in front of her white frock.

“Ma’am, your aunt awaits you in the carriage,” her voice is mouse quiet even as her eyes dart to and for.

“Thank you for telling me. Can you inform the butler I will need my things?”

The notes lingered before dying, suffocated under the volume of conversation. The lord noticed though. As you slipped around seats and finally into the front hall, he followed. The aged butler held out your shawl, gloves, and hat.

One glove on and buttoned at the wrist you started on the other one when he appeared. The lord gave a near-silent dismissal to the butler. When you turned you found your hat and shawl held hostage.

“My things, my lord,” your hand extended for your things.

“While I was not able to obtain a formal introduction, I wanted to introduce myself. Duke John Price, at your service.”

Plucking your bonnet from his hand, you hum. Duke Price glared at you as tied it in place.

“How wonderful I avoided the misfortune of being introduced to a duke then being as lowly as I am, hmm?” You glanced at his face.

His sun-kissed wrinkles are now plucked with frustration.

“Will you be returning my shawl or shall I brave the night with bare shoulders, Duke Price?”

You let the title remind him of his place in the scheme of life.

The blue of his eyes reminded you of the center of a flame, scorching in its heat. You saw the decision in the tilt of his head. Standing stiller than the statues you saw dotting this land, you did not fight when he settled the shawl around your shoulders.

“Travel safe. I look forward to our upcoming introduction,” Duke Price held to the end of the shawl as you stepped back.

“Must not have much to look forward to in this country,” you let derision drip from your tone.

One more step back and you are free. A hand behind your back finds the doorknob and you are out. Now the footmen are looking to the door as you descend the stairs.

“What kept you?” Your great aunt’s voice bites from the dark of the carriage.

“It took some time for the butler to gather my things,” you lie. Climbing in and sitting forward on the bench to peer out the door window, Duke Price watches you from the door.

Sliding back the darkness hides you from view.

John fired off a letter before the sun had risen. I have found her. I will return when wed.

It took weeks before he secured your acquaintance. He tried though, gods, the way he tried. You would have laughed if he didn’t disrupt so many damn meetings.

A local Chaplin had agreed to offer room and board to the two governesses and the two maids who would be watching and teaching the children. A different church, whose Bishop agreed, would serve as the care space and classroom. The two churches would have no fees, but negotiating the prices that would remain fair for the laundresses and the women caring for the children became the sticking point.

The women all raised their voices. It was as if they could shout a little louder than their neighbor they might be clearly heard. In times like these, you were grateful for your nose blindness. Someone had once explained that the overlapping scents of anger reminded them of a barn fire, acrid and dense.

You finished finalizing the numbers on your page before standing. Snatching up your mini abacus, because math in your head forever alluded you, you placed it in a pocket of your skirt. Both hands lifted your skirt. Once your feet could move freely, you stepped onto the chair and then onto the long table where the discussion had devolved.

Both boots planted firmly you released your skirt and shoved fingers in your mouth to whistle. The piercing sound cut through all of the noise. All of the women sat down and glowered at each other, and you.

Movement at the door of the room tipped your annoyance into rage. Duke Price stood in the doorway. This was the fourth meeting he had appeared in.

“The Duke of Price has two seconds to be gone from this room or he will be funding this project for a year.”

Your pointed glare and sharp words caused all the women at the table to turn and do the same. These were proud women. They would not accept charity, and the offer of it would be seen as offensive. The duke narrowed his eyes and stepped back into the shadows.

“Close the door, my lord. If you are incapable of such a feat one of these lovely women would be happy to assist.”

The iron lock clicking into place turned all eyes back to you. Pinching your fingers to the bridge of your nose you shut your eyes and took a deep breath.

“Here is the pricing that accommodates everyone. The women handling the children will not need to cover room and board, which will reduce their incoming monies. In turn, that reduces the burden per child for the laundresses. Now, you must decide among yourselves,” you open your eyes and scan the laundresses now, “If you wish to pay a per child fee or a flat fee. Tally your votes and inform me of your decision. This scheme will begin on the first.”

The women who handled the dirty laundry for the city nodded and rose. They spoke among themselves as they exited the room.

The older governess, Brenton, if you recall correctly spoke up now. Her white hair gleamed under her dowdy cap.

“Who will be supplying the learning materials? The pay for watching the children will not cover that.”

You climbed down as you thought over how to obtain the needed materials.

“There is an irksome lord that I will make pay for the displeasure of my constant annoyance.”

All four women shared a look. They had worked under several lords and ladies and knew this would be a formidable task.

“Well,” Miss Brenton clapped her hands twice, “We will leave you to your trial ma’am. If we can be of any assistance before our work begins, please reach out.”

“Thank you. I know this is going to be an odd period of transition for all of us.” Settling at the head of the table as the other stood, you gestured to the door. “Miss Brenton, if you don’t mind, could you play chaperone for a moment?”

“Must say, I am interested to see how this plays out.” Tucking her skirt back down Miss Brenton sat back down.

Pulling out a clean sheet you began to note down the needed items, chalk and chalkboards, readers, nappies, blankets, cribs, the list went on. The click of heavy-soled shoes stopped at your side. Paying it no mind, you continued. A second sheet joined the first, transferring a list of vendors that would help funnel money to the bottom where it was most needed. Some were spouses of the laundress, others were brothers, fathers, or uncles. All were low class and would provide solid work.

A total of three sheets filled you ensured each was dry before stacking them. Folding them into neat thirds, you turned and handed them to Lord Price.

“You are a difficult woman to make an acquaintance of,” he took the papers held in proffer. “What is this?”

“The bill.” Standing, you let the chair legs scrape against the floor. “Miss Brenton, can I interest you in having company on your walk home?”

The shrewd woman looked near apoplectic at your handling of a duke.

“This is a lengthy bill.”

If you didn’t know any better, you could have sworn there was a hint of a smile in his voice.

Lord Price’s eyes were upon you when you finally let your head finish turning. No smile graced his lips. Shame. For all he had made your last few weeks as painful as a throne in the thumb, he was nice to look at.

He wore a blue today. His eyes shone with the gold stitching on his jacket and vest.

“It has been extraordinary lengths you have gone to bother me; this seemed a fair request.”

Neither gaze shifts when Miss Brenton choked on air.

“Consider it done,” Duke Price tucked the list into his inner coat pocket. “May I join you ladies on your journey?”

“Of cour—”

You cut Miss Brenton off with a hand and a sharp look. Turning that sharp look on the lord, you speak your piece.

“No. I do not know what your intentions are with me, and frankly, I am tired of finding you amidst my business. The only men who pursue me do so for my,” you gesture to your scarred neck, “eccentricities.”

A string attached to your stomach could not have pulled tighter than if it were looped to a kite. This conversation made you wish you could skitter into a hole, a church mouse hiding from god. This would be the sixth time you had told a man no.

The duke huffed a laugh.

“I have enough eccentricities roaming my home. What I seek is a chance to see if we would get on well.”

His blue eyes left heated trails as they worked across your face. Goose flesh rose on your arms. Chest and further down where you dare not think of the flesh continued to rise. Every bit of you reacted.

“Why?” The question is breathy, haunted with questions.

Duke John Price held the sword of Damocles at your neck. The blade yearned for a taste.

You spent your days in the shadows. Confronting men who could take what they wanted was the only time you thought you knew what it was like to be whole. Acid bullied the back of your nose.

“I am in need of a wife. Someone who has the skills to manage others.”

He is not done. You don’t care.

“Choose any of your fashionably young countrywomen then.” Ripping your eyes from him, you stack your papers and close your ink well for travel. “There is a full troop of them yet unwed who would kill for the chance to lay in a duke’s bed. They have all been trained to manage households.”

The string in your body is cut. A tangle now lives in your chest.

“Miss Brenton, was it?”

“Yes, m’lord.”

“Can you give us the room for a moment?” The kind command would take more fortitude than the aged governess possessed.

A beseeching look to the matronly woman did not save you. Her wrinkles quivered as she slowly stood.

“I can give you three minutes m’lord.”

He inclined his head as if accepting a toast from a royal.

As the door swung shut you formed a plan. Stepping to the opposite side of the table, for distance and a barrier, failed. The toe of your boot caught the leg of the table. Papers fluttered from your hands as your knees cracked against the stone floor. Duke Price was there in an instant. He lifted each paper, laying it neatly in a stack.

Tears pricked at your eyes. You hadn’t moved from your fallen position. Head hanging to your chest you held back from weeping by the breadth of a string.

“Why will you not leave me be?” The words are harsh, strangled by the tightness in your throat.

“When hunting foxes, one strategy to attempt is sending them to ground. Where do they hide when they can no longer run?” His demeanor was cool, his voice soothing. “You run in circles, managing to better every bird, twig, and rock you brush against in your escape.”

Sniffing, you set about finding a handkerchief to wipe your face; you refused to face the laundress’ if they knew you used your skirts as rags.

A blue handkerchief in a gloved hand drifted below your nose. Lifting it, careful to not touch even his glove, you dab your nose.

Somehow you had managed to drip ink into the crease where your nail becomes flesh. Gloves hurt your hands after a time. You had managed to work around wearing them. No one noticed. No one ever noticed. And if they did they didn’t care to police a grown woman who had no prospects.

“I have a pack, they are wonderful and I would burn the world for them. I need a wife who can see. I am looking for someone who notices the needs overlooked, connects with those unheard, and sends war captains on impossible journeys. If you had allowed an acquaintance between us weeks ago, I could have courted you slowly.”

Duke Price holds out your papers. They crinkle in your delicate grip as you press them to your breast.

“I do not believe you.”

His cloth pressed to your nose cannot prevent all the vile feelings filling up your bones from injecting themselves into the words.

No one wanted you. Even the one who had lied in word and deed to make you believe he did.

Brokenness allowed you to see because you could not smell; that did not make you valuable.

“And what would make you believe me?” He curls nearly in half to peer up at you.

A duke is on his knees, craning his need to get a look at you. What the hell had this world turned into?

Sniffing again, you straighten. Plans. You can make plans.

“A contract. Legally binding even in marriage. Make it two. One to court me and become engaged and the second retaining my rights to leave this country unhindered, if I so desire, if marriage were to come to pass.” You study him now. The wheels are turning in his mind.

“And what of the consequences of reneging on either contract?” A single brow is lifted in your direction.

“I imagine your solicitor has worked with you a long time, my lord. If he does not think of something suitable, I would be happy to revise and return it for review,” you lift a brow in response.

Games were easier. The rules never changed. Once understood, you could slide below notice and return to living life and helping where you could.

The man before you lifted both cheeks into a full smile. Your heart dropped into your heels still below your butt. He had a beautiful smile.

“They will be at your door for review before the week is out.”

“You have not yet gained an acquaintance, my lord, it might be rejected at the door,” you gave him a saucy wink and a watery laugh.

“I think a contract will be introduction enough.”

He held out a hand. You shook it, grip firm. Twice it bobbed before he turned your hand over and laid a kiss on your knuckles.

Catching sight of your lifted brow from his position he threw you off balance, again.

You had been to sea. Once only, were you out during a storm.

Then you had clung to the railing until a man in a slicker had slid a rope around your waist and helped haul you below deck. That wild energy that had commanded you to land came now. This time though? You longed to dive below the waves. If only to see if the storm could touch the seabed below.

Solicitor Allchin sat stiffly in the sitting room of your great aunt’s home. He wore black as if born to it, hair flounced the appropriate amount to show he would be fastidious and dogged in a task.

Your nails, trimmed short, bite into the fabric coating the arms of the wing-back chair. The crazy fool had actually done it. Two contracts lay strewn on the tea table before you. Unable to continue to read, they had been thrown down.

“Allchin?”

The man startled at being addressed. He had been taking surreptitiously deep breaths. If anyone believed you to be afflicted with no scent gland upon meeting you would call them a liar.

“Yes ma’am?”

“What is your opinion of Duke Price?”

You refused to call him John. It felt like ceding ground in a war you didn’t intend to entrench in.

“He is a fair man, mostly. Cares well for those that he considers his, discards those he doesn’t.” Allchin spoke firmly. Confident in his honesty.

“Thank you. That will be all. I will return these with any adjustments within three business days.” Standing would be beyond your power. If you rose the only thing you would manage is the three steps to vomit in an oriental vase.

“Ma’am,” Allchin rose, tugging his coat neatly into place. “If I may? I have a question.”

“You may not.”

Rage fluttered in your chest with hummingbird wings; it stung your eyes, water filling them.

Allchin nodded once and saw himself out. Lifting the paperwork, you read what you could. He had tilted everything in your favor. If you agreed to an engagement you could keep it quiet until the bans were read. Either party could break the engagement and you would receive a settlement for cover “pain and suffering.” You would retain full autonomy and legal status as a person in the event of a marriage. Property bought or sold in your name would remain yours.

Working itself out seemed to be working in Lord Price’s favor.

Someone, and if you ever found them you might actually hurl them down the stairs, had told your great aunt about the visit and the paperwork.

“What is this I hear about an offer?”

The testy old woman had called you to her office like a child. She opened and shut a fan in one hand. Open. Shut. Open. Shut.

Blinking slowly, you release a breath.

“I did not think you could hear at all anymore, Aunt.”

Slam. The fan cracked against the edge of her desk.

“Do not test me, child! Have you had an offer?” Her frail voice betrays none of her age as she shouts.

Disdain drips from your canines like blood from a throat you clenched between your teeth.

“I lost my childhood to bigotry and hate. I will not lose my adulthood to it as well. Any business between myself and any man who might make an offer is none of your damn business. Only those who care about my welfare are welcome to that knowledge.” The temperature in the room changed, flashing cool before heating up with a rage you knew waited to boil over.

Turning on a heel, you stride from the room.

Any calls from your aunt fall on deaf ears. You lock yourself in your room and squirrel away the paperwork. Not well enough.

One of the maids must have found them. Word reached you as you were fitted for a wedding gown that your aunt had offered a hefty reward for the person who could pry the information from you. You thank the young woman pinning the skirt and ask after her children. She smiles as she tells you of her daughters and their clumsy attempts at stitches.

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[fungateshortcakes]

Crochet me a mistletoe

Got this idea because, well, it's christmas and I recently started crocheting! I am nowwhere near as good as I described the skills of the reader. I can't even crochet a simple scarf. But practice makes perfect, and a girl can dream right? (Reader is gender neutral)

Pairing: Logan Howlett x reader

Summary: Its christmas at the mansion and you've crocheted everyone a special gift. What will Logan think about the present you made especially for him?

Wordcount: 4.9k

Warnings/tags: english is not my first language, none, fluff, slowburn-ish, friends to lovers, reader can crochet, painfully sappy, missunderstandings?, itty bitty bits of angst, happy ending

The x-men mansion in december felt like stepping into a festive snow globe. Frosted windows framed the place, a hord of students racing through the halls as they were excited to spent the christmas holidays at home with their families, their laughter mingling with the soft strains of christmas jingles that seemed to follow you wherever you went.

The large tree in the main living room was a masterpiece, each ornament carefully placed by a team effort of students and teachers. Even Logan had been forced politely asked to string the lights, grumbling about it the whole time while he was secretly ensuring that every lightbulb was perfectly in its place. Despite your reassurance that it was fine and that he could come down from the ladder already, he shook his head, a deep frown on his face as he munched on his bottom lip as he rearranged the lights for the 1000th time.

You sighed with a smile, deciding to let him do his thing. Yet you found yourself sneaking glances at him, something you had been doing more often than you cared to admit over the last few months.

He was rugged, rough around the edges and seemingly utterly out of place among the cheery holiday decorations, but there was something about seeing him standing by the firelight, a string of glittery garlands for the tree slung over his shoulder, that made your heart flutter.

But Logan was just your friend. A good one. And you weren’t about to mess that up by acting on a silly crush that wasn't anything more than that. So, instead of drooling at the way his muscles strained and dipped under the wife beater he wore even in this freezing weather while he helped decorating the place, you threw yourself into your newest hobby: crocheting.

For weeks, you had been holed up in your room, learning and practicing how to crochet everything from scarves, mittens and hats to cute plushies and useful items such as cup coasters or little bags.

It had started as a way to pass the time, especially when there was no mission you were sent to. And now that you were deep into the christmas holidays, you didn't even have a class to teach. That's when you realised you had nothing to do and it was time to find a new hobby.

But once you got the hang of it and felt like it wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be, the idea of creating handmade gifts for your friends at the mansion had blossomed and you were eager to make a perfect present for everyone.

The work was slow but rewarding. You had already finished a soft scarf for Ororo in her favorite lavender colour that complimented her snow white hair and a set of soft, fingerless gloves for Hank in a deep navy blue. Each project felt like a little piece of yourself, stitched into every loop and knot.

But Logans gift had been different from the start.

It had taken you three tries to find the right yarn until you finally settled on a charcoal gray that would suit his style and features without standing out too much.

You decided on a sweater, something warm and practical that he could wear during the long, cold nights he spent patrolling the grounds. And, because you couldn’t help yourself, you added a small, personal touch. A tiny design embroidered over the heart, a pair of crossed claws encircled by a wreath of holly. You might as well, right? This project would take you a long ass time anyway, so a little embroidery wouldn’t hurt.

Crocheting actual clothing pieces like sweaters and jackets was a painstacking process, taking up lots and lots of yarn and taking forever. Only people you loved were worth that effort. You hoped Logan would know that once he held the finished products in hand.

Now with christmas eve approaching fast, the sweater was nearly finished. But you had other projects that you worked on simultaniously. If the task of crocheting another long chain for a scarf became too dreading and boring, you switched it up by continuing to work on a plushie.

“Darlin’, you’re gonna get yourself snowed in if you keep sittin’ there.”

Logans voice startled you, making you lose the stitch you were in. You looked up from your crocheting to find him leaning against the doorframe of the common room. The fireplace crackled warm beside you and outside the tall open window, there were snowflakes swirling in a gentle flurry. You sat cozy on the windowsill in your warmest clothes, enjoying the crisp breeze against your face and watching how the snow painted the garden of the mansion in a dazzling bright white, all while absentmindely crocheting your gifts.

“I like the view” you answered him with a soft smile, the yarn rolling between your feet as you pull at it “And I’m almost done.”

Logan left his spot at the door and stepped into the room, his boots making soft thuds on the wooden floor. “What’re you makin’?” You shook your head as you did only a little to hide the plushie you were crocheting “It’s a surprise” you teased.

Logan raised an eyebrow, hand in his pant pockets, his lips quirking into a smirk. “For me?”

You rolled your eyes with a soft giggle. “Only if you want a teddy bear plush in Scott's outfit" you said, throwing him a knowing look.

He shuddered in mild disgust, chuckled, then settled into the armchair across from you. “Nah, I'm good" he replied, putting his hands up in defence. Then his gaze landed on the bottom of the sweater, his soon to be sweater, that poked out from under your blanket draped over your lap. He pointed to it "I think one of 'em ugly christmas sweaters you are makin' would suit Summers better" he joked, thinking you would laugh along, but he noted your slight hurt frown. Him saying that he thought christmas sweaters were ugly made your heart sting painfully. You pulled the sweater under your blanket completely, shielding it from Logan. “It’s not ugly,” you mumbled, averting eyecontact with him.

In that moment, you weren't too sure about your gift for Logan anymore. The sweater you would give him wasn’t the usual christmas sweater with bright colours and corny patterns, but still, maybe he wasn't a sweater person? What if he didn't like it? He would never say it to your face, but just imagining his unimpressed face, a forced smile as he reluctantly thanked you, already thinking about the best and fastes way to get rid of the clothing piece, it made you want to cry already. All this effort for nothing?

You hadn't realised that you stared at Logan while you where deep in thought, a lit cigar hanging lazily between his lips. “Why’re you always starin’ at me?” Logan asked suddenly, his voice breaking the silence.

Your face heated. “I wasn’t staring. Just thinking” you pressed out, quickly picking up your crocheting again.

Logan blew smoke from out of his nostrils “Sure you weren’t” he said, but there was no teasing in his tone. If anything, he sounded curious, curious of what exactly you where thinking with your brows knitted together.

You focused on the yarn in your hands, on the way your hook looped easily through every stitch, willing yourself to act normal. This was fine. You were fine. “You’re workin’ too hard” Logan muttered after a moment. “Spendin’ all your time on this.”

You shrugged “It’s worth it” you smiled without looking up. “I want everyone to have something special this year. And what's more special than a present made especially for them. I guess the best gift is when someone thinks of you”

Logan looked at you. Looked at you for a long second and didn’t respond right away. When you finally glanced at him, his expression was unreadable, his gaze already turned away and fixed on the fire. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” he said quietly, almost to himself.

Your heart skipped a beat, but before you could respond, ask him what he meant by that, Logan stood up, stretching his arms over his head. His white tank top rode up slightly as he stretched, your eyes staring at the dimples on his back before you shook your head, your cheeks on fire.

“Don’t stay up too late” he called, heading towards the door. “Santa don’t visit if you’re awake.”

You laughed, nodding your head dismissive manner “Goodnight, Logan.”

Logan smiled softly as he looked back at you one more time “Night, darlin’.” And then he was gone. You looked down at the half-finished sweater under your blanket, your chest tight as you sighed.

The mansion was alive with holiday excitement the next morning, despite the kids not being there. But if they were, you just knew that they would be buzzing about presents and sneaking peaks under the towering Christmas tree already.

You spent most of the day putting the finishing touches to most of your gifts, tucked away in a quiet corner of the common room. All your presents were nearly finished, except for the sweater you had planned on gifting Logan. You couldn't bring yourself to work on it anymore. You couldn't even look at it, too ashamed that you even came up with this idea.

It wasn’t until late afternoon that Logan appeared in the common room, carrying an armful of firewood. He always looked so effortlessly strong when he carried stuff, it almost made you drool over his forearms and hands. His flannel shirt was rolled up to his elbows, exposing his hairy forearms that had tiny snowflakes clinging to it.

You glanced up from your crocheting, trying not to stare too obviously.

“You been at that all day?” Logan asked, dropping the firewood near the fireplace with a loud thunk. He tried not to smile as he saw you bundled up with balls of yarn and wrapping paper surrounding you, a few ready gifts already stacked on top of the other, a hot cocoa with marshmallows steaming next to you on the coffee table.

“Almost done wrapping everything” you cheered, holding up a crocheted beanie for charles to keep his head warm.

Logans gaze locked onto the garment in your hands. His expression softened for a brief moment before he caught himself and cleared his throat. “Looks good” he said gruffly, turning his attention to the fireplace again.

You smiled faintly, folding the beanie neatly and tucking it into a small box with a gift card and putting it on the stack of finished presents after you wrote Charles name on it “Thanks.”

Logan unsheathed his claws and striked a match on one of them, shaking the tiny flame on a stick before throwing it to the pile of freshly chooped logs “You should take a break. All that knittin' and crochetin' must your fingers” Logan grumbled, blowing at the fire until the flames started to flicker to life, casting a warm glow across the room.

“I will once I am done with all of this” you replied to him, wrapping the next present aside. “it won't take long" Logan straightened back up, brushing his rugged hands on his jeans. “So, what are your plans tonight? Besides playin’ Santa Claus.”

“Ororo planned to watch a christmas movie with the team, I guess I will join them later” you replied, stretching your back a littlesince you had been sitting like a shrimp for the past few days, hunched over your projects. “Why, what about you?”

Logan shrugged "Not much" he cleared his throat “Might head out for a bit. Get some air.”

“On Christmas Eve?”

Logan gave a small, almost shy smile and shrugged “Never been much for all the holiday stuff.”

You tilted your head, studying him. “You could stay in. Watch the movie with us.”

He hesitated, his gaze flickering to yours. “Yeah? You think they wouldn’t mind?”

Your eyebrows raised as he seemed so unsure “Of course not" you denied, smiling warmly. “I can promise that they all want you there, Logan. I know I do"

That evening, the two of you settled into the couch along with Jean and Scott, a bowl of popcorn between you. Ororo sat draped over the seat next to the sofa, Rouge and Remy sitting in front of you on the ground while Kurt was sprawled out right in front of the TV, looking up at the flimmering box with a toothy smile. Even Charles had rolled in to join.

The movie, a classic Christmas move, The Grinch, to be exact, played on the screen, and even though it was one of your favourite christmas movies, you found yourself paying more attention to Logan than the plot.

He was unusually relaxed despite everyone being so huddled up together, leaning back against the cushions with his arms crossed over his chest. You fleetingly looked over to the present neatly tucked away under the tree. His sweater. You had decided to finish it after bickering over it for so long. Well, you didn't exactly have time to make him anything else. And if you did, it would only be half assed. And you didn't want that, Logan deserved more. Something special.

Halfway through the movie, Logan reached for the popcorn, his hand brushing against yours briefly. The contact was fleeting, but it sent a spark up your arm and you felt like you were part of a cheesy and cliche slowburn fanfiction.

You quickly pulled your hand away, your heart racing. “Sorry” he muttered, his voice gruff and quiet as to not alert the others. “It’s okay” you whispered back, trying to sound normal.

The room fell into a comfortable silence again, the only sounds coming from the TV, the crackling fire and a little hushed banter between Rouge and Remy. But you couldn’t stop stealing glances at Logan, your chest tightening with every second you spent sitting so close to him.

“Thanks for talkin' me into this” Logan said suddenly, his voice low. “Didn’t think I’d enjoy it much, but… it’s nice.” Your lips curved into a soft smile. “I’m glad.”

He looked at you then, his dark eyes catching the light of the fire. There was something in his gaze you couldn’t quite place, something warm and unguarded, even though a lot of people were around that could potentionally witness it. For a moment, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared, leaving just the two of you sitting by the fire, the glow of the Christmas lights reflecting in his eyes.

Then Logan cleared his throat quietly, breaking the spell. “You’re really something else, I hope you know that” he muttered, his voice rough but sincere.

Your cheeks heated, and you looked down at your lap. There they were again, his words from yesterday. The thoughts you had repeated in your head the whole night, not knowing what they represented. “What do you mean?”

“You put all this work into makin’ people happy, to make 'em feel included even though they weren't into it at first.” He explained, draping a muscled arm over the frame of the couch. "You force people into their luck, ya know? Haven't seen anything quite like it"

You brushed a lock behind your ear. "I guess I just wanted to do something nice” you smiled softly. Logan let out a deep, content breath through his nose, looking at you, his eyes soft “Well, you did." Logan said, his gaze lingering on you.

For a second, you thought he might reach out and let the arm that rested over the couch snake around your shoulder to pull you into him, but then he shifted in his seat, his hand retreating to his side.

By the time the movie ended, everyone said their goodbyes and goodnights, swarming out to their rooms to sleep, letting the mansion fall quiet. Only Logan and you were left. You also wanted to just fall into your bed and sleep, but you were too tired already to get yourself moving.

Logan was the first to stand, stretching his arms over his head and giving you a good view of the prominent vein that cascaded below his waistband. You started to think he was doing this on purpose. “Guess I’ll head to bed too" he yawned, his tone thick.

Goodnight, Logan” you replied, watching as he headed toward the door.

He paused before leaving, turning back to look at you. His expression was unreadable, but his voice was soft when he spoke. “Night, darlin’. Sleep well.”

When he was gone, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

The morning sun filtered through the frosted windows of the mansion, bathing the common room in a golden glow.

Christmas Day had finally arrived, and the mansion buzzed with the christmas spirit of all. It was a bit overwhelming to see everyone in their christmas pyjamas sitting around the tree, eager for presents.

Logan was already there too, leaning against the mantle with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. Well, you liked to sleep in okay? It wasn’t hard to be down in the common room before you.

Logans presence was as steady as ever, but there was a quiet contentment to him this morning, you noted. He looked up as you entered and something in his expression softened.

“Mornin’” he greeted, his voice low, smooth and warm from the hot coffee he was drinking. You lifted your hand in a tiny wave “Morning” you yawned, smiling as you made your way to the tree, the rest of carefully wrapped gifts in your arms that you had finished just the night before after the movie. You couldn't sleep anyway since the thought of Logan made you stay awake, might as well perfect your presents.

After a while, it was your turn to hand out your presents. You crawled under the large tree, gifting them one by one. You watched in glee as the room filled with laughter and delighted exclamations. Ororo beamed when she unwrapped the lavender scarf you had made for her and Hank was already slipping on his navy gloves. Charles shooked his head with a chuckle as he saw the beanie you had crocheted for him, letting his fingers trace over it.

Logan waited patiently, allthough he didn'texpect there to be something for him, his dark eyes following you as you worked your way through the pile of gifts, quietly enjoying the unfiltered reactions from everyone.

When there was only one wrapped gift left you had to hand out, Logan wondered who it could be for since everyone had gotten their present already. But as you turned to him, handing him the neatly wrapped box containing his sweater, his brow lifted in surprise.

“For me?” he asked, as if the idea of receiving a gift was foreign to him.

You giggled at his reaction "Of course. Did you really think I wouldn't give you something?" you asked, smiling shyly. You were just as nervous for him to open the present as he was.

Logan carefully peeled back the paper, his hands oddly delicate for a man who seemed to handle everything with brute strength. When the sweater emerged, he stared at it for a long moment, his thumb brushing over the tiny embroidered design near the heart. He remembered the colour. This was the sweater he had called ugly. He had called your thoughtful gift ugly. He was a horrible person.

“You made this? For me?" he whispered in awe, a little more to himself, his eyes tearing up slightly.

“I did” you nodded, fiddling with your fingers as your nerves ate away at your insides. “Do you like it?”

He looked up at you, his gaze piercing. “I...this is…” he trailed off, shaking his head as if he couldn’t find the words. Instead, he unfolded the sweater and pulled it on right then and there over his tank top. The fit was perfect and the sight of him in something you made with your own hands sent a warm flush through your chest. He looked like a chunky teddy bear and the urge to hug him was growing strong in your chest.

“Looks good on you” you said instead.

Logan’s lips twitched into a rare smile. “Feels good, too. Thank you.”

The rest of the day passed in a blur of holiday cheer, but you couldn’t help noticing how Logan stuck close to you. He lingered near the kitchen while you baked cookies with Ororo and Rouge, his presence steady and reassuring. At one point, you caught him running his fingers over the sweaters fabric, his expression distant but content. He protected the sweater with his life, making sure no one ruined it by accidentally pouring wine over it. If just one atom of a cookie crumb were to touch the fabric, he would lash out.

It wasn’t until later that evening, after most had gone to bed and the mansion had settled into a peaceful quiet, that Logan found you sitting by the fire.

“You’ve been busy” he mumbled, his voice low as he sat down beside you.

“I guess I have,” you said, smiling. “It was worth it, though.”

Logan studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable like usual. Then he shifted and the next second, his big hand presented you a tiny wooden figurine, a little cat, carefully hand carved by him. "S'for you" he muttered, averting his gaze. The light of the fire did only so little to hide his embarrassed blush.

You gasped, taking the cat into your hands as if it was made out of glass and would break if you looked at it the wrong way "Did you....did you make this?" you asked him and he nodded reluctantly. You never thought Logan was into wood carving. But now that you knew, it made sense. "Yeah...didn't want to give it to you when everyone else was 'round. No need for 'em to know I have this hobby" he explained to you, picking at a loose thread on his sweater. Your stomach felt warm as you thanked him, holding onto his little present tightly.

You could feel Logans gaze on you as you admired his neat craftmansship, warm and steady and it took everything in you not to lean into him.

“Y’know” he said, breaking the drawn out silence between you “this is the best christmas I’ve had in a long time. Maybe ever.”

You looked up at him “Really?” you asked, your mouth agape in wonder.

“Yeah” he said, his lips curving into a small, genuine smile that was rare to see from him “And I think I’ve got you to thank for that.” Your heart swelled and before you could stop yourself, you reached out and placed your hand over his. Logan stiffened for only a short moment, his gaze darting to your hand, but then he relaxed, his fingers curling around yours.

“You’re welcome” you whispered softly. Logan didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes.

The fire started to die out, only faintly gleaming but still enough to wrap you and Logan in a light of warmth. Logans hand was still in yours, his warmth seeping into your skin as the quiet surrounded you both. You couldn’t remember how long you had been sitting there, since when you started to lean against him, head on his shoulder, but time seemed to stretch and slow, every second weighted with something unsaid.

“Darlin’” Logan finally murmured, his voice so soft it felt like it was meant for you alone. “Do you ever think about… settlin’ down?” the question caught you off guard for a second and you turned your head to look at him, your heart thudding in your chest. “Settling down?”

“Yeah” he breathed, his gaze fixed on the low fire. He found an iron rod to dig and shove between the wooden logs that had long turned into coal and ash, trying to distract himself so the words would come easier. “Findin’ somethin’, someone, you can hold onto. Somethin’ real. Y'know, not these kinds of meaningless situationships.”

Your breath hitched and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him. Logan, the man who had always seemed like a force of nature. Wild, untamed and unyielding—looked almost vulnerable now, his expression open and unguarded.

“I guess I’ve thought about it. It would be nice to have that someone. The right person you can lean onto any time” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. You felt like you were leaning against that one person just now. “Have you?”

He let out a soft, almost self-deprecating laugh. “I didn’t think I had to. Thought I wasn’t the type for all that. But lately…” He trailed off, finally turning to meet your gaze, looking down at you cuddled up against him “Lately, I’ve been thinkin’ maybe I was wrong.”

The room felt impossibly still, the weight of his words settling over you like a blanket. “Logan” you began, your voice trembling slightly “what are you trying to say?” allthough the answer seemed obvious, you feared you weren't understanding him correctly.

He let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair. “I’m tryin’ to say that I care about you. More than I’ve cared about anyone in a long time. And I know I’m not the easiest guy to be around, but… you make me wanna try. Make me wanna be better.”

Your chest tightened, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “Logan…” were you imagining things? Were you actually by the windowstill, all alone, dying from the cold Logan warned you about? The cold that looked gorgeous from inside a warm room but was vicious in its beauty, killing you because you wouldn't listen and close the window? Were you just taking your last breath, your mind tricking you into dreaming about what could be?

“I know I’m probably messin’ this up" he swallowed deeply, his voice rough with emotion. “But I had to tell you. Couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

His words were real, his warmth, his soft breath fanning across your face. You weren't dying. You were just starting to live. “You’re not messing anything up" you shook your head, voice breaking slightly.

His eyes searched yours and for the first time, you saw a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze. “You mean that?”

Instead of answering, you leaned up, closing the space between you. Logan froze for a split second before his arms came around you, pulling you close into his lap as your lips met in a kiss that felt like coming home after a harsh and straining day out in the cold.

It was soft and tentative at first, but as the seconds stretched on, it deepened, the barriers between you dissolving like snow in the sun. Your hands laid flat against his chest, feeling the warm and fuzzy fabric underneath your fingers. Logan sighed from his nose as the kiss deepened, a quiet, longing noise forming in the back of his throat.

When you finally pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, your breath mingling in the silence of the room.

“I care about you too” you whispered. “More than I can even put into words.”

Logan let out a soft, shaky laugh, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Guess that makes us both pretty bad at talkin’ about feelings.”

You laughed, the sound light and full of relief. “Maybe. But I think we’re doing okay.”

Logan nodded “Better than okay" he murmured, pressing another kiss to your mouth. He was already getting addicted to this.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of warmth and quiet joy. Logan stayed by your side, his hand never straying far from yours as the two of you talked about everything and nothing. You felt like two teenagers that had sneaked away from everyone else to enjoy the thrill of making out and cuddling like in a sappy romance novel.

By the time the first light of dawn crept through the windows, you found yourselves curled up on the couch together, a soft blanket draped over you both. Logans arm was around your shoulders, and your head rested against his chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling you into a sense of peace you hadn’t felt in a long while. The sweater he still hadn't taken off (and wouldn’t for a while) acting like a soft pillow under your face.

“Good night, darlin'” Logan murmured, his lips brushing against your hair before he looked out the window, the sun rising slowly. He knew it wouldn’t take long before the others flodded the room, but he wanted you to sleep and rest, even if it was just for an hour. He kind of felt bad for keeping you up until the sun literally rose again, but how was he supposed to fall asleep when he just found out you loved him back?

“Good night, Logan” you whispered, smiling as you closed your eyes.

For the first time, you knew without a doubt that this was where you were meant to be - wrapped in Logans arms, your hearts stitched together like the threads of a handmade gift, stronger and more beautiful for the care put into every moment you shared with him.

I've never tried putting dividers like this before, how do we like it? I am also sorry that I am not quite posting this on christmas anymore. I just always get the ideas so late and randomly that I can't get it out on time.

I can't type anymore bc my hands are literally that cold and now, update, i read over it and corrected some mistakes. If you still see any, im sorry😔🙏🏻 I've fallen you all

Merry christmas🎄🎀

[inkyami]

As a foreigner, I am curious. What are the main differences between kokoshniks and other types of headresses?

Why thank you for asking!1 First and foremost, kokoshnik is a festive headdress of a married woman. It is essentially a hat and is meant to cover the hair — a huge difference in status (unmarried girls wear a single braid, married women pin hair around the head in two braids and cover it). It comes in an amazing variety of shapes depending on a region, though the south of Russia had their own amazing thing for most of history. We're used to see the ornate arch of kokoshnik, but the back was also very rich.

All the headdresses that have just a front piece and don't cover the top&back of the head would be a venets/koruna etc (wreath/crown) — a headband, a young woman's festive and wedding headgear. Those can also get ridiculously high and wide, but don't provide full coverage. They could also be paired with a braid decoration.

Now, the mixing up starts as early as late XVIII for aristocracy and XIX for everyone else. Thanks to Peter I's "embrace Europe, reject tradition" policy the upper class was pretty much entirely cut from Russian traditional culture. When the "slavic" style came back in trend (several times during wars) it ignored all original symbolism and was heavily changed to fit international beauty standards of the time. By the time of Nicholas II (and yet another wave of slavomania pre-revolution) every court headdress we see is clearly a headband/diadem in its structure but every description states "kokoshnik".

Important note: in 1830s court dress regulations there is still a clear difference between kokoshnik and a headband for married and unmarried ladies accordingly. However, every history text elects to call every headpiece a "modernized kokoshnik" In the latest years the "kokoshnik" (BUT ACTUALLY A VENETS/HEADBAND) became an insanely popular accessory in Russia and is made in tons of materials but in a very limited number of shapes. The results vary from beautiful to silly to atrocious (I'll spare you from looking at patriotic take on the mater). I'd love to wear one, but, to quote marquis de Custine, "it flatters beautiful faces and makes ugly ones even more so"

In short (HA) — kokoshnik is a full-covering headdress for married women. Every young heroine wearing what looks like a kokoshik from the front but sports a braid — wears a venets. Thankfully there are also a lot of artists dedicated to keeping the traditional crafts and garments alive, like Johann Nikadimus who does both replicas and modern designs and never fails to call things accordingly. Its breathtaking and very expensive, just like it was before. About southern kichka headdress

[merrock]

WINTRY HOLIDAY CELEBRATION GUIDE

To make the holiday season a little more fun and a lot easier to plot… this is your guide to all things winter and Christmas in Merrock! I've compiled a fun list of places to see and things to do, a master list of events happening in town, and some ideas that you can run with if you're looking for fun ways to plot with one another. This is not the be-all, end-all. If something you see here inspires you to do something else, great! If you want to do something totally unrelated, awesome! This is just to help those who might be looking for a place to start, or a master list of what's going on in town. Hop under the cut for more, and feel free to bookmark this post. (Check back for updates now and then, too.)

MOD NOTE: if you own a business, and would like to offer something special, please let me know and I can adjust this post to let others know.

EVENTS IN TOWN

THANKSGIVING -- join us at the Community Center for a dinner that's both for those who need a place to be, and also for those who just want to join their community. You can come to eat, or come to help! (November 28.)

BLACK FRIDAY -- shopping all around your little town; see our list of shops below! (November 29.)

PLAY OFF FOOTBALL -- the Merrock Rangers come up against their final opponent for the season. take a little trip to support the boys, but bundle up! (November 29.)

SMALL BUSINESS SATURDAY -- the perfect opportunity to shop in some of your local favorites, making sure to support Merrockites! (November 30.)

GIVING TUESDAY -- a chance to give back to your community, whether it be through making donations to a charity, or helping someone in need. (December 3.)

NATIONAL COOKIE DAY -- stop into Flour Co. at 7PM to take a class on cookie decorating! this is open for kids and adults alike, and the cost of entry will go back to the community. (December 4.)

GINGERBREAD DAY -- the community center is opening their doors for all who want to come decorate gingerbread houses and watch Rankin Bass Christmas movies! (December 12.)

WINTER HOLIDAY MARKET -- the big event in town! the market will run for one week, and all are welcome to come out and enjoy. (December 14-21.) *

UGLY SWEATER DAY -- the chance for you to don an ugly sweater, no matter where you are! post pics to #merrocksocial so we can all see. (December 20.)

NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY -- hosted at Evolution, the party is adults only, and the dress code is cocktail attire. fireworks and champagne at midnight! (December 31.) *

POLAR PLUNGE -- a fun chance to shed off the badness of the previous year and head into the new year feeling good. hosted by Mawk Tales! (January 1.) *

MOD NOTE: events marked with a * are designated events in town with OOC durations (December 14-21 for our Market, December 29-January 4 for the NYE Party and Polar Plunge). You are more than welcome to create threads for all other mini events whenever you would like, but we do ask that for those specific three events, you hold off and don't create them until the event is taking place on dash!

HELP OUT AROUND TOWN

help decorate the town! various businesses are always looking for people to paint their windows and hang lights. you can help set up the light displays at Cityview Park, as well!

pick up a child's wishlist at the Town Hall and fulfill their Christmas dreams by buying what they want and dropping it off for them.

stop into the Merrock Hospital Center and help make some crafts and gift baskets for the patients that need a little bright spot during their stay.

drop off your gently used clothes and toys at the Community Center, so that we can give back to those who might need something during this holiday season.

we're digging up the community garden beds! they all must be cleaned out, so stop by and get your hands dirty if you have a bed reserved, or even if you just want to help out!

if you would like to brighten up the cemetery, we will be placing small flower arrangements and wreaths on gravestones. all you have to do is stop by the main building to pick some up and set out to do a row or two whenever you have the time.

the senior citizens at North Shore would love for people to come help them decorate for the season, drop off gifts, or just swing by to brighten their day.

FOOD & DRINK AROUND TOWN

BONNE MERDE (downtown) -- stop in for drinks and a show while you're out shopping or enjoying the holiday.

EVOLUTION (downtown) -- perfect place for a fancy night out with your friends, to eat, or to drink!

MACK'S (downtown) -- try out Mack's signature burger and nacho platters, on sale all season.

OJICHAN NO SUSHI RESHIPI (downtown) -- find your favorite food truck and get some good eats!

ROSSI'S (downtown) -- drop by for lasagna and your favorite Italian desserts (and coffee).

TASTE (downtown) -- need a break from shopping? stop in for wine and cheese and other treats.

TOUCHBACK (downtown) -- the perfect stop to catch a holiday game & grab a beer.

🎄 WHAT'S THE TEA (downtown) -- specialty holiday blends of teas for sale & for drinking!

& CHIPS (coastal area) -- the perfect fish and chip meal for on the go shopping.

🎄 ANCHORS AWAY (coastal area) -- will be serving Grinch-themed drinks, it just fits.

DEIDRE'S DELI (coastal area) -- pop in for a warm bowl of soup, paired with your favorite sandwich.

FRESH (coastal area) -- healthy options for those looking for a snack while shopping.

THE HUT (coastal area) -- perfect quick stop for a burger and fries.

MAWK TALES (coastal area) -- stop in for your favorite mocktail to help make the season bright.

SANDCASTLES (coastal area) -- best bet if you want a date night in town!

🎄 SEA BREEZE (coastal area) -- debuting winter and holiday flavors of gelato after Thanksgiving!

🎄 THE CREAMERY (suburbs) -- peppermint, cinnamon, toffee, oh my! come try the new flavors.

CUL-DE-SAC DINER (suburbs) -- open late with amazing new dinner specials or holiday shoppers.

🎄 FLOUR CO. (suburbs) -- testing out all of the holiday baked goods they've worked hard on.

THE GARDEN (suburbs) -- good deals on good eats and even better beer. stop by to play pool and throw some darts, too!

GOLDEN HOUSE (suburbs) -- the perfect place for takeout orders.

🎄 PACO'S (suburbs) -- did someone say red and green chips for their nachos?!

PIZZA THYME (suburbs) -- when you need a breather, stop by for some pizza!

OVERLOOK (countryside) -- with views of all of Merrock, it's the best place to eat (many holiday specials) during the season.

TUMBLEWEED (countryside) -- the best place to grab a beer in the countryside!

SNACK SHACK (hideaway) -- when you need a break from shopping, grab a snack!

PLACES TO DO YOUR SHOPPING

BOOKENDS (downtown) -- stop by to pick up some holiday favorite novels.

THE HOLIDAY SHOPPE (downtown) -- deep, deep discounts on all holiday decor!

PAGE TURNERS (downtown) -- pick up some graphic novels for your favorite nerds.

THE VINYL HUB (downtown) -- huge sales on all classic Christmas albums!

BELLA'S BOUTIQUE (coastal area) -- drop by to pick up holiday deals on clothing!

CASSIDY'S CANDIES (coastal area) -- every possible favorite Christmas candy and Hanukkah coin you can think of is on sale.

JADE'S JEWELS (coastal area) -- don't think, just do it. buy her jewelry!

SOLES (coastal area) -- big deals on shoes for anyone doing their shopping.

TRINKETS (coastal area) -- buy one, get one free for all souvenirs in the store until Christmas!

BENNY'S (suburbs) -- the best place to do most of your holiday shopping!

JACK IN THE BOX (suburbs) -- pop in to pick out the best toy you can imagine for your little one(s).

LITTLE CORNER MARKET (suburbs) -- get all of your meal must-haves here at the market!

SPROUTS (suburbs) -- do a little shopping for the kids & babies in your life.

THE SUPPLY SHACK (suburbs) -- perfect for buying things for the artsy people in your life or getting what you need to enjoy holiday crafts!

TREASURE CHEST (suburbs) -- pick up discounted secondhand Christmas gifts and decor!

GARDEN MARKET (countryside) -- stock up on what you need to make your meals!

GREAT OUTDOORS (countryside) -- whether you need things for yourself or your friends, shop for your favorite outdoorspeople.

PET HAVEN (countryside) -- get something for your favorite kids this year -- your pets!

POLISHED BRASS MARKET (countryside) -- shop for antiques for yourself, or whoever loves old things!

ROCKY RIDGE HARDWARE (countryside) -- the handyperson in your life wants new tools. buy 'em!

COLLAB (hideaway) -- shop the little market place within our marketplace.

CREEKSIDE (hideaway) -- buy up some handmade holiday decor or order pieces!

UNIVERSAL ROCKS (hideaway) -- the very best place for your metaphysical needs.

THINGS TO DO DURING THE HOLIDAYS

CITYVIEW PARK (downtown) -- walk through the holiday light display! the park has been converted into a winter wonderland with tons of lights in the trees, on the ground, around the fountain and benches, with lots to see on our walk-through course.

MERROCK RAILWAY (downtown) -- hop on the train and take a little ride through their holiday light display! everyone who attends gets a package of cookies and cup of hot cocoa, as well!

THE MIRAGE (downtown) -- on top of the usual merriment, on Friday and Saturday nights, The Mirage will be having Christmas karaoke! everyone's welcome, just make sure that you've brought along your dancing and singing shoes!

STUBS (downtown) -- stop into Stubs to see a variety of fun Christmas movies… or check out their app, where almost any Christmas movie that you can imagine is available for you to watch for one flat fee when downloading.

VIBRATIONS (downtown) -- on Friday nights, Vibrations will be transformed into a winter wonderland, with fake snow flying and Christmas tunes blaring throughout the club. specialty drinks will be served all night, as well!

AQUATIC CONSERVATORY (coastal area) -- bring the kids (or yourself!) down to the Aquatic Conservatory for some educational demonstrations and walk-throughs of the conservatory, where you can learn all about Merrock's wildlife in the winter time, and how they survive!

FROM BRUSH TO CANVAS (coastal area) -- the gallery's current exhibition features paintings themed with Christmas and winter, in all sorts of art styles. come by to make a purchase, or just to wander through and enjoy what you see.

THE MARINA (coastal area) -- take a boat ride with any one of our companies that is offering them -- their boats are decorated for the season, playing music, and perfect for a romantic night out or a little family trip if you want something different!

CHILDREN'S MUSEUM (suburbs) -- arts and crafts all season long for the kids! there will always be afternoon movies and snacks for a small fee for parents who want to do some kids-free shopping.

THE FUN SPOT (suburbs) -- holiday skate nights are every Wednedsay night! On Thursdays, the bowling alleys will be green and red and playing Christmas music. And on Fridays, you play to win… Christmas squishmallows in the arcade! don't miss out!

LUPINE LANE (suburbs) -- a perfect chance to walk through the streets of the mobile park in the suburbs, and see all of the holiday light displays! most homes participate, and there's always something pretty for you to see on your adventure!

MEMORIAL LIBRARY (suburbs) -- take some time to check out your favorite Christmas-themed books, or bring your kids by for all sorts of arts, crafts and of course, hearing some of their favorite Christmas stories read by the librarians or volunteers!

SILVER PINES JR. (suburbs) -- for those who don't mind braving the cold weather… come check out the miniature golf course, which has been modified for the winter season with all sorts of fun decor! they're also giving out free hot chocolate!

BLACK CREEK (countryside) -- take a hike along the creek to see some gorgeous waterfalls and enjoy the sights! please be mindful and careful that the trails can be slippery and dangerous this time of year, though. you're on your own if you're outside f the state park!

BLADES (countryside) -- open for the season, stop by to do some ice skating, get a game of hockey going with your friends, or hit one of the many hills nearby to do some sledding!

FARMER'S MARKET (countryside) -- the farmer's market remains open on Wednesdays and Saturdays! you can stop by and do all of your indoor shopping in their barn, or head outside to find some food and drinks at the food trucks. lots of crafts available, too!

HANDPICK'D (countryside) -- every Sunday afternoon, Handpick'd will be having a sip and shop special, where you can come in, try out some wines, and browse holiday vendors that are selling their goods! open to anyone 21+ only, obviously.

HARMONY RANCH (countryside) -- winter rides, come get your winter rides! these are recommended for intermediate to advanced riders, only, as they may take some wintry trails that could be precarious, but they should be fun, none the less!

LAKE MALORY (countryside) -- once it gets cold enough and the lake freezes over, ice fishing is popular in town. you can get equipment at Great Outdoors, or find someone to help you out at the lake. there are some great catches to be made!

LAVENDER LANE (countryside) -- visit the tree lot! it's open daily and has fresh cut trees, wreaths, swags and more arrangements. you can also take an axe and hit the Christmas tree field to cut down your own if you're feeling adventurous!

PARADISE GARDENS (countryside) -- with the garden displays all lit up and festive, come by and spend a peaceful afternoon just enjoying some decorations and a little bit of nature. a perfect educational experience for the kids, as well!

PINE GROVE GARDENS (countryside) -- take a tour of the oldest home in Merrock, decorated in traditional Christmas garb. you can stop in the tea room for a bit to drink (and eat!), or explore the grounds, which are also decorated for the season.

STATE PARK (countryside) -- smaller, easy to navigate trails are open for hiking. campfire sessions will happen near the lodge, with Christmas stories read by the fire, and s'mores and hot chocolate ready to keep you warm. a number of fun demonstrations and educational lessons will happen to teach you about winter in Merrock's forests, too!

THE WHEEL (countryside) -- stop in and throw some pottery on a wheel! and yes, before you ask, we do have those infamous ceramic Christmas tree molds, and all of your other favorite classics. plus pieces ready to paint, if you don't want to make them yourself!

THE COLOR WINE (hideaway) -- have a great time with Mandy and co. doing some sip and paint! bring your girlfriends and make a whole evening of it. the studio is also open for those who might be looking to practice their painting, as well!

THE PLOT THOUGHT BUBBLE

go sledding with your friends, drink hot chocolate in the park while walking the light display, take a trip out to the countryside to go ice skating, offer to help decorate your loved one's house, treat each other to an ugly sweater just to make you laugh, try to bake something new, take a trip out of town to do some shopping, or visit a relative together, make some festive cocktails together. catch a movie at the theater, or watch one at home curled up on the couch. challenge someone to make the perfect cup of hot cocoa, sit down and decide to paint wooden houses together, go to the arcade to see who can win the biggest prize, make your own Santa hats at home, stuff stockings for each other, try to wrap all of the gifts that you've bought, make your own Christmas-themed blankets. handmake keepsake ornaments for each other, or just hang out and color in a coloring book. when it snows, go make snow angels or build an army of snowmen, get into a snowball fight, plow and shovel out your neighbors together, or build an igloo that you swear you might sleep in. have a sleepover complete with Christmas pajamas, or go shopping for the perfect holiday party outfit, decide to hit up the antique store for the most ugly-cute decorations that you can find.

OTHER IMPORTANT INFORMATION

Merrock School district will be closed December 23 - January 3. The last day of school will be Friday, December 20th, and students will return on January 6th.

The Merrock Community College will be closing on December 17th, and have off from December 18th through January 14th, returning on January 15th.

This winter, we will be expecting a decent amount of snow around Merrock! This can lead to power outages, or school cancelations. We'll let you know when and if this happens!

We will be doing a gift exchange within the group (IC, of course!), and more information about this will be coming in December. It will be by participation only, to keep it fair, and anonymous.

[steelbluehome]

"What the hell are otter pops?!" You say. Well,

Meet the Otters!

Sir Isaac Lime is a brilliant otter-space scientist and he has the British accent to prove it. A jovial supergenius who loves a good joke, Sir Isaac can unlock the mysteries of the universe but he can’t find his car keys. He’s a whimsical whiz kid in a quirky grandpa’s body with his own catchphrase, “Look for the stars in the eyes of others.”

A lifelong researcher, Sir Isaac encourages kids to keep their imaginations alive and ask every question under the sun because “life would be boring if we ran out of questions.”

With his trusty telescope, Sir Isaac brings the wonders of the cosmos into view and shares them with us through pictures. He loves making guest appearances at planetariums, and is an ardent supporter of solar power.

Brilliant, benevolent, and beloved by all, Sir Isaac is Cosmic Coconut’s #1 hero! And the feeling is mutual. Sir Isaac sees a special spark in Cosmic. He shares his research with her, and in return she shares her dreams.

Louie-Bloo Raspberry is a gentle soul, with a lilting French accent who says, “Follow your heart because there’s art in it.” He’s a creative genius with his own web channel where he shows us how to make everything from cool T-shirt designs, to glow-in-the-dark bikes, and hand-crafted sweet nothings.

This guy is a true innovator who sees art everywhere and shows us that there’s more than one way to look at the world. The only thing Louie-Bloo likes more than art is Strawberry Short Kook. He doesn’t let a day go by without giving her a flower.

“Louie-Bloo Sees the Artist in You” is the title of his theme song which was written by Poncho Punch, and performed by DJ Tropicool.

Strawberry Short Kook is an Otter-winning actor turned movie mogul. Now, she makes her own movies and calls the shots at her own major studio, Otternational Pictures. Kook specializes in working with strong female writers and directors, giving them a spotlight to shine.

As a child, Kook dreamed of being an actress but her road to success wasn’t an easy one. While in school, she felt left out and had low self-esteem because she was so short. But she never lost sight of her dream, and after years of waiting tables she got her big break, and the rest, as Alexander the Grape says, is history.

When Kook isn’t in the boardroom making multi-picture deals, or on the red carpet making star-studded appearances, she supports Lil’s animal rescue work, enjoys yoga classes, and loves having everyone over for dinner. But she doesn’t like to cook. She lets Louie Bloo do that. He loves to cook and he’s the best chef around.

Alexander the Grape is a whimsical “odder” and wanna-be time traveler who is absolutely fascinated and overjoyed by the origin of everything. From the history of ketsup to the origin of the high-five, this toga-clad history buff knows it all! And shares it all with wide-eyed enthusiasm!

A lovebale eccentric, he wears a toga because it’s comfy and he wears a laurel wreath on his head because he won it in a trivia game where he knew that fireworks began as a cooking accident in ancient China. Wacky and wonderful, Alexander is an amazing storyteller whom the other otters love to bits. Especially Lil, DJ, and Cosmic. They love him like a favorite uncle and are glued to every word of his magical tales of yesteryear.

Anita was blown away to learn that the high-five was created by a women’s volleyball team in 1961. “Cool that!” Louie Bloo was amazed to learn that Leon-otter DaVinci created scissors. “How cutting edge!” And Major Mango absolutely adores Alexander’s voluminous tales of the Otterman Empire. “Who doesn’t?”

Poncho Punch is a brilliant song writer and musician on a quest to discover the world’s most unusual musical instruments. And there are a ton of them! He prefers acoustical instruments but doesn’t shy away from the occasional electronic oddity. Poncho is a global music ambassador who celebrates diversity and the never-ending rhythm of fun.

When not strumming his guitar at Kook’s dinner parties, or accompanying Lil, Poncho hits the road for adventure, visiting cultures far and wide and making great friends everywhere he goes. “Hola, amigo!” Being multi-lingual helps on his quest. He speaks fluent English and Spanish.

As Poncho dives into every culture on Earth, he explores their customs, their dances, and their traditional-wear aka how they fiesta! As Poncho plays their wonderful instruments in jam sessions galore, he records his beats and brings them home to DJ Tropicool who mixes them into hit dance songs.

Little Orphan Orange likes to be called Lil and she wants you to know that she’s not frowning, that’s just how she smiles*! With Melon Collie by her side, she smiles a lot. Especially when she paints his toenails pink. It tickles, and Melon Collie’s laugh is infectious. These two are quite a pair. They crack each other up and always see the good in others.

A true lover of all animals, Lil may be small but her heart is as big as an elephant. She spends her days helping animals in need, and spends her nights singing them to sleep. She has a lovely voice, and likes to accompany Poncho Punch on his guitar.

Innocent and kind, Lil sees the world through pure kid logic. With her adorable chalky-sounding voice, she asks the questions that all kids want answered. Does the tooth fairy visit a shark a thousand times? How do you give a fish a bath? Do fancy cats use glitter boxes? Her friend and mentor, Strawberry Short Kook, says, “Yes, fancy cats do use glitter boxes.” And Kook should know. She works in ottertainment.

* She originally looked like this

(My apologies if these pictures look huge to you, I downsized them and for some reason that was worse)

Part 1 of 2

[followmetoyourdoom]

Cute story time

So Christmas is my favourite holiday, I get to see my extended family when we do present drop offs, and my mum cooks an amazing pick your own spread with enough desserts to feed a family of 16. We are often only 3 or 4 at Christmas dinner. We usually have either an animated film or an old film on in the background and have no social pressures to maintain. We have dumb crackers with dumb jokes and we all like to wear the little hats and play with the toys. My mum insists on getting me more than I've asked for, even as an adult, so gifts are always fun, especially when I can one up her and make her giggle like a schoolgirl with the present/s my dad and I pick out for her. We got her a Steiff Pomeranian one year, and my mum called it Channel, and insisted on having it on the sofa next to her throughout the holiday season and kept cooing and petting it, it was delightful. My dad and I tend to play video games in the evening, like we did when I was a kid. There's a dog running around wanting lil scraps of meat, playing with new toys that she's been lavished with. It's all very wholesome and cute and silly.

Now, my nesting partner on the other hand, grew up in a rather uptight middle class society, missing 3 family Christmases entirely as he was singing in the Queen's Westminster youth choir. The one they show live on TV on Christmas day. When he was at home for Christmas, there was a lot of social pressure to be Well Behaved and to be Polite. There was also a lot of judgement as he got older, a lot of backhanded compliments and a lot of dreams crushed. A lot of yelling and a lot of slammed doors. Needless to say, he kind of hates Christmas.

This year however, the first year we've had a Christmas together, he insisted we decorate the entire house and get a wreath for the door and Santa hats for us to wear here and there in the build up to Christmas. Every evening, he would turn the fairy lights on so I got home to a warm and Christmas-y house. He wrote a Christmas card from our dog for me. He pushed himself to get into the Christmas spirit for me, without me pressuring him to, just bc he wanted to make this special for me, bc he knows how much this holiday means to me. We had Christmas dinner at my parents, and he introduced my parents to a tradition of his - whiskey tasting - which they hated and we all laughed at the face my dad pulled. We dropped off presents at my cousin's place, they had all been practising how to say his name and insisted on being corrected so they would get it right, my partner chatted to my nephew about Pokémon the entire time. My aunt said we looked perfect together. My mum got us board games to play together, and slipper socks for my partner who had been wanting some for months - he mentioned it offhandedly in July - but couldn't settle on a design. She got him plain black with a white geometric pattern, subtle enough that it could be Christmas-y, or it could just be a pattern. He loves them. We watched the Italian job, and my partner fell asleep on the sofa while my dad and I played a game from 2002 on his old PS2, and my mum nudged me and, with a smile on her face, quietly pointed to my partner fast asleep and snoring with his mouth open and said 'bless him'.

And yeah, bless him indeed. I know not everyone has fond memories of Christmas, I know it brings some people a lot of pain and a lot of sadness, I've seen it first hand. But there is something beautiful about being able to pull yourself out of that, of your own accord, for someone, and I'm honoured I get to be that someone for my partner, and I appreciate him so much for doing that for me. I'm so lucky.

[kintsug1kitsune]

deployment

"Circuit, brace for combat."

"Received and deploying, handler."

The circuit, the pilot of their mech, was nestled in the wires of its heartmount; cables hooked into their neural ports, wrapping around their brainstem and invading their nervous system. They hadn't synched yet, but they were prepared.

Fifty meters of white-gold eschatalium, sharp and pseudo-organic in design, artfully painted black to intersperse with the gold, colors of the Empyrean. Two legs on heel-mount feet, stiletto-like greaves for agility; two arms, long and spiked with clawed hands and packed full of the best weaponry humanity could produce. An armored torso with a head atop, sleek and like a knight's helm, massive sharp-toothed jaws that could snap steel girders in half; four camera eyes, diagonally-spaced, with a wreath of decorative red feathers signifying its position: solo work, sovereign from any squadron.

A Mechanical Eden, one of the finest and greatest weapons of the Empyrean. And within, its circuit, a pilot called Killy, short for Killer. They looked over the hardlight screens before them, ensured all systems were green, and hit the button to synch: all at once, a flood of chemicals surged through the wires and into their body. The lovechild of opium, methamphetamine, cannabis, and psilocybin, derived from human spinal fluid and currently smashing a hole in Killy's consciousness.

Their spirit expanded out through their body and into the soul matrix of their Eden; they meshed together, an amalgamate machine consciousness and its pilot, a beautiful union of identity put to one purpose--war.

Hey, pretty. Hello, circuit. Good to be back. Good to have you back.

Through the Eden's eyes--their own eyes, now--they surveyed the beach. They had been dropped down from orbit onto this small island to await orders in case a battle some kilometers away went badly. Through their body's eyes, now just another part in the war machine, they received signals on-screen from the Athame, the Arbiter-class doll overseeing battle on this, the moon of Illulia.

"Witch summoning imminent. Eliminate or contain threat."

Killy didn't hesitate, and their body--as well as their Eden--broke out into a manic grin. It was time for battle.

Massive golden wings unfurled from the Eden's back, spell circles humming to life as ether coursed through them, and Killy was off: maneuvering thrusters ignited and glassed sand underneath as the wings lofted them over the ocean at mach speeds, coming in low over the waves.

Soon the objective was in sight: an island with smoke curling off it, palm trees and underbrush devastated by the fires of war, with a towering metal building up on a mountain at its center.

"Killy," their handler's voice came into their mind through neural connection, "Your target is the Witch of Scripts. It's a master strategist that uses spells to manipulate the mind and body. Any second, it's going to breach and come into reality. Full force permitted. Destroy it."

Killy licked their lips, drooling in anticipation, already wetting their crotch tubes with cum due to the chems. "Received. Affirmative, handler."

It took no seconds for the island in front of Killy to explode.

The corporate tower on the mountain shattered apart in a spray of molten steel and rubble; the Empyrean forces that had been surrounding it were crushed and scattered. Killy could feel Athame sending orders to gather and retreat to the beachhead, and could see combat dolls and infantry fleeing and trying their best to follow the command.

As they kept closing the distance, cresting the ocean, and now flying over the island's beach, they could also see… A swathe of death. Doll parts, drone parts, human corpses still clad in advanced armor, blood and oil everywhere… Killy came to a stop over the ashy, ruined ground and the mountain of bodies.

And there was a girl there. In the middle of it all, far below, there was a girl.

The Eden looked down on her, and she looked far, far up to the Eden. She was wearing some kind of battle-dress, shimmering brilliantly and beautifully in the eternal night.

"Oh, an Eden? Really? My Witch is that big of a deal?" The Innocence smiled up at the mech and pointed her halberd at it. "Well! Not like it matters, it's already here!"

That was true; the Eden looked up and around at the scene. Steel raining from the sky, and a towering cloud of nightmarish, stained glass darkness was erupting from where the corporate building once stood.

Killy looked back down at the Innocence, and opened the Eden's jaw to let a grinding, destructive voice boom from it, "I am going to kill it. Don't get in the way."

"Oh…?" The Innocence pursed her lips. "No you aren't. I'll stop you right here and now!" Suddenly--she jumped up, far up, flying into the air on glittering magical wings, twirling her halberd and drawing seals in the air with witchfire--

The Eden rose an arm to swat her, but she danced aside--the battle began.

Rays of witchfire shot from the Innocence's seals, splashing off the Eden's heavy armor, as Killy swung levers in their cockpit and danced their legs in their sheathes; their eyes dilated, and they grinned fiercely.

The Innocence flew around, arcing through the air while raining beams down on the Eden; the Eden leaped back, gaining distance, and released the support assault guns from its arms. Hardlight bullets rained out of them, pelting the Innocence as she ducked around, whirled through the air, bounced shells off magical barriers and parried them with her weapon.

"I bet you weren't expecting this!" She flew straight at the Eden and drew a seal with her halberd in shining witchfire--the spell resolved, and suddenly, it staggered and stumbled.

In its heartmount, Killy screamed as the connection between themself and their Eden was scrambled, the mesh forcefully torn-at and damaged.

The Innocence plunged in, spear wreathed in flames, and dove at the mech's leg--and exploded through it, a dart of molten force, laughing triumphantly.

Killy screamed again, in further pain, and the Eden shot towards the Innocence to pursue, wheeling a kick at her.

It was fast, unexpected--her eyes got wide as the incoming leg, a tower of hard metal, careened into her and flung her to the ground, scraping across its ashes and rocks and bloodying her form.

At last she came to a stop and looked up, frantic--but Killy wasn't paying attention to her. The Eden was looking towards the column of emanation coming from the mountaintop, where the Witch of Scripts was entering the world.

Killy felt their entire world focus to a single point, and a euphoria surged through them, not only at beating the Innocence but in anticipation of the next step.

They unfurled their wings and took to the sky, up to where the Witch awaited…

[2ofpentacles]

I'm a basic person. I want to draw my OTP dressed up for a ball. This is for Chapter 2 of The Pride of Elusia. I know it looks like he's asking for her hand, but it's supposed to be more of an "are you ready to go" gesture. Extensive notes about the inspirations for these outfits below the cut.

So I've said this before, but I think the designs of Engage are partly inspired by late 1700s–very early 1800s France. Ivy's dress here is like 1780-ish. But a big thing in Engage is asymmetry, so I twisted everything to the side. The decorative part on her chest would be like the stomacher which would normally go down the center of the chest. It's not as obvious on the skirt from the angle I drew it, but the split is off to the side rather than the middle. The scarf is partly like a fichu which would be tucked into the neckline and partly like the stole Ivy wears in her advanced class. The tiara she's wearing is actually the same design as Hortensia's, but I made it green and it ended up looking like a laurel wreath which is kind of interesting. The color scheme was taken from one of the Elusian villager variations. Zelkov's outfit is more early 1800s although it definitely took inspiration from the halberdier uniform. The double breasted coat is very Napoleonic. By Engage standards these outfits are very plain, but the decorations on them are somewhat like the sort of organic swirls on Ivy's fascinator as well as the designs on Kagetsu's pants actually.

[vuetyris]

Slowly tinkering two systems to the point of satisfaction - mainly in establishing a stable habitable planet and solar pairing. One a recreation (Tishuru) and the other still with a placeholder name until I decide on one in the future.

Tishuru is slightly smaller than earth, possesses two small moons, and a celestial ring its gathered by passing through the asteroid field. Once before I had a save of an initial system, but it somehow gotten lost before functional cloud saves.

It's inhabitants are called Nellusy; their appearance is alike that of salamanders, skinks, and iguanas - stocky, durable on land and in the water, most would make their life half above and half below the tides. Reworking their general design, but retaining their characteristic sails and secondary arms.

[Unnamed] is one of a trio of planetoids circling the M-class star - through its proximity to the star is daunting, a perpetual cold grips it. The other planets were not as lucky; one perpetually sorched white.

It's inhabitants are the Pachyrsis; semi-equine, their unaltered posture is crouched to bare the weight of their heavy set body made to weather the cold nights and blinding light of the amber sun. Dense feather-fur covers them against the harsh cold, their heads wreathed by dense keratin that covers them chin, crown, and spine.

[I tried tinkering with the magnetosphere but it doesnt really interact with any of the composition settings that would make sense hghgh]

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Peter Paul Rubens, Dance of Mythological Figures and Villagers (Antwerp, 1630–35.)

A group of figures dance to the tune of a flute played by a man perched on an oak tree, and to the bells that some dancers have attached to their lower legs. The scene evokes the dances that are part of Ancient Greek history and myths and the tradition that followed—the book Hypnerotomachia Poliphili includes a description and a woodcut of a similar dance. The painting also evokes the arcadian settings of pastoral lyric and drama inspired by Theocritus’s Idylls. In that tradition, and in Rubens’s interpretation of it in numerous paintings, the countryside is considered as an ideal place of plenitude, romance, and sexual fantasy for men. The setting is enlivened by the handling of brown, green, and blue paint. The texture builds on the panel support defining the folds of draperies, head buns and ornaments, and the areas where the light hits the trees. In the middle distance is a farm building with a Palladian motif of arch and lintel—if we were to take this literally, we would place the scene in the Veneto. Rubens favoured this style of sixteenth-century Italian architecture, as witnessed by his designs for his own palatial house and garden in Antwerp.

The dancing figures move their limbs and contort their bodies, an expression of the passionate feelings involved in dancing as it is described in Greek literature. Two dogs positioned as mirror images of each other emphasise the circular movement, and the flowing draperies also contribute to the sense of motion. Many of the figures seem concentrated on the mechanics of the complicated dance, as they try not to lose the hands of the others. In the centre foreground, one of the women appears to be upset by the proximity between a woman with a bare breast and a large bearded man with an ivy wreath; his lascivious attitude is intimidating. To the right another couple come close to kissing. Dionysius, ressed in his tiger skin and crowned with a wreath of leaves, looks back apparently pleased by what he sees.

Only the young Dionysius is clad in attributes that allow us to identify him; the exotic tiger skin alludes to his exploits in the Orient. The epic poem Dionysiaca by Nonnos is full of references to such animals. It also mentions a dance that was part of a celebration of Dionysius’s conquest of India: "The foot-soldiers of Bromios danced round with their oxhides and mimicked the pattern of the shieldbearing Corybants, wildly circling in the quick dance under arms". This is not to imply that Rubens is depicting that specific dance, but a reminder of the very frequent descriptions of such activity in Ancient Greek texts, including whirlwind-like ones similar to the one Rubens painted. The most famous is perhaps one of the scenes that Hephaestus designed on the shield he made for Achilles, as described by Homer in the Iliad: "And young men were whirling in the dance, and with them flutes and lyres sounded continually". Other than Dionysius, the identity of the figures in this painting is ambiguous. I see them as timeless, generic characters inspired by ancient texts.

The flute player takes on the role of Pan, the sex driven, pipe playing shepherd god, but he has no animal features. The other dancers bring to my mind the satyrs, frequent companions of Dionysius (but none bear their animal features). Silenus usually formed part of Dionysius’s train as well; perhaps he inspired the large bearded man between the two women in blue in the foreground.

Some women wear high end outfit and sandals, others are barefoot and seem more peasant like. In fact, none of the figures in the scene dress the way high class or countrywomen did during Rubens’s time (as they are shown in his own paintings and in those by Jan Brueghel, David Teniers, or other roughly contemporary Flemish artists). Necks, breasts, and shoulders are more exposed here than they would have been in contemporary society and their uncovered hair and bare feet are also evocative of a different time and place. What the women dancers resemble is a host of timeless allegorical and mythological female figures painted by Rubens throughout his life. They also remind me of some of the bacchantes and nymphs that Titian painted in his Bachanals, following descriptions by Philostratus the Elder—dancing was a favourite activity of both types of creatures, which had the form of beautiful women.

Text translated from Alejandro Vergara, 'Comentario' in: Pasiones mitológicas, Madrid, Museo Nacional del Prado, 2021, p.110-113 nº10

[flowerdubai]

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 2.4 Weddings & Celebrations

 Floral hoop wreaths, reception decor, table centerpieces—wedding planners turn to a quality wreaths store in dubai for designs that evoke romance and grandeur.

 2.5 Home Decor

 Trend-driven styles like eucalyptus or boho dried-flowers wreaths cater to interiors, creating inviting accents that elevate any living space.

 3.  Noteworthy Wreath Shops & Examples

 Several wreaths store in dubai vendors stand out with unique offerings and service:

 Cherry Blossom Dubai

 This boutique offers a celebrated “Magical Evergreen Wreath” priced at crafted with fresh pine, South African botanicals, and seasonal accents.  Delivery the same day across Dubai makes it convenient. Fellora Flower Boutique via Flowwow

 They deliver funeral wreaths with stands— mixed colours for and white wreaths for AED 499—backed by high user ratings and reliable logistics.

 Plaisir Cadeaux et Fleurs

 Their large white funeral wreath emphasizes size and luxury, symbolizing peace and reverence .

 Aroma Flowers

 Offers funeral tribute bouquets and arrangements, with sympathy options featuring white lilies and roses from.

 4.  Choosing the Right Wreaths Store in Dubai

 4.1 Occasion-Based Selection

 Define your need—whether funeral, festive, corporate, wedding, or home décor—then consult a wreaths store in dubai proficient in that style.

 4.2 Budget & Offers

 Shop pricing to.  Funeral wreaths often stay within but premium corporate and large wreaths.

 4.3 Read Reviews

 Customer feedback highlights quality and timeliness: Cherry Blossom boasts “timely & reliable delivery” and premium craftsmanship; Flowwow wreaths hold high service ratings .

 4.4 Delivery Options

 Same‑day is crucial for funerals: both Cherry Blossom and Fellora/Flowwow offer same‑day services if ordered early enough, simplifying urgent tributes .

 5.  Ordering Guide from Your Wreaths Store in Dubai

 How to make sure your wreath is perfect: Decide on category: funeral, festive, corporate, etc.

 Set preferences: size, shape (round, standing, hoop), colour palette.

 Personalization: names, ribbons, branding details.

 6.  Caring for Your Wreath

 Hydration: light misting enhances longevity.

 Placement: avoid direct sun or wind to maintain freshness.

 Refrigeration (funeral wreaths): for sensitive blooms in warm interiors.

 Post‑event reuse: fresh greenery can be dried or repurposed into keepsakes.

 7.  Why They Are Important Symbolic design: the circle signifies eternal life and remembrance.

 Emotive expression: wreaths convey empathy, celebration, reflection.

 Aesthetic enhancement: styling elevates interiors and ceremony spaces.

 Personal connection: customization allows deep emotional resonance

 Conclusion

 Finding a premium wreaths store in dubai means accessing refined designs, thoughtful service, and reliable delivery across all tiers of occasions—from heartfelt memorials to festive elegance.  With expert craftsmanship, timely logistics, and rich personalization, these wreaths stand as eloquent expressions of sentiment and style.

 Whether honoring a loved one or adorning a celebration, select your trusted wreaths store in dubai today for wreaths that speak volumes, comfort hearts, and elevate every moment.

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Why a Florist in Glebe Offers Unique Floral Creations for Every Occasion

A florist in Glebe provides more than just bouquets — it offers a curated floral experience that reflects the suburb’s artistic and community-driven spirit. Known for its historic charm, creative residents, and proximity to Sydney’s inner-city markets, Glebe is home to florists who blend traditional techniques with modern design sensibilities. Whether you're looking for wedding flowers, sympathy arrangements, or a fresh bouquet for your home, visiting a local florist ensures access to seasonal blooms, custom designs, and expert advice on flower care and presentation.

What Sets a Local Florist Apart?

Choosing a florist in Glebe comes with several distinct advantages:

Fresh, Locally Sourced Flowers : Many Glebe florists source from nearby growers and markets, ensuring quality and sustainability.

Custom Design Expertise : Unlike mass-produced arrangements from chain stores, local florists create one-of-a-kind pieces tailored to your event or space.

Seasonal Flower Knowledge : Understanding which blooms are at their peak allows for more vibrant and cost-effective arrangements.

Same-Day and Next-Day Delivery Options : Many florists offer delivery within Glebe and surrounding suburbs like Annandale, Newtown, and Rozelle.

Workshops and DIY Flower Arranging : Some studios provide classes where customers can learn floral design while supporting small businesses.

These factors make local florists a valuable part of the community.

How Do Florists in Glebe Cater to Different Occasions?

Floral services in Glebe are designed to suit a wide range of needs:

Wedding and Event Flowers : From bridal bouquets to venue styling, local florists help couples bring their dream aesthetics to life.

Birthday and Celebration Bouquets : Bright, cheerful arrangements tailored to personal preferences and recipient tastes.

Sympathy and Funeral Tributes : Dignified, handcrafted wreaths, sprays, and urns that reflect both tradition and individuality.

Corporate and Office Arrangements : Fresh, elegant floral displays for restaurants, cafes, and businesses seeking a welcoming environment.

Houseplants and Terrariums : Some florists combine cut flowers with indoor greenery, offering long-lasting botanical gifts and décor.

Each service highlights the versatility and creativity of Glebe-based florists.

What Should You Look for in a Quality Florist?

Finding the right florist in Glebe involves assessing several key qualities:

Reputation and Reviews : Online feedback and word-of-mouth recommendations guide decisions when choosing a reliable provider.

Design Style and Portfolio : Viewing past work helps determine whether the florist’s aesthetic matches your vision.

Use of Sustainable Practices : Some florists use recyclable wrapping, locally grown flowers, and minimal plastic to reduce environmental impact.

Flexibility in Custom Orders : The best florists accommodate special requests, including rare flowers, specific colour schemes, or unique containers.

Timely Delivery and Communication : Ensuring that orders arrive as scheduled and that any changes or concerns are addressed promptly.

These traits contribute to a satisfying and memorable floral experience.

How Can a Florist Enhance Your Home Décor?

Beyond events and gifting, a florist in Glebe plays a role in interior styling:

Table Centrepieces : Seasonal arrangements add warmth and elegance to dining tables and living spaces.

Window Box and Garden Planting Services : Some florists also handle outdoor floral and plant maintenance.

Dried and Preserved Flower Displays : Long-lasting arrangements that complement modern and rustic interiors alike.

Customised Vase and Container Choices : Florists often offer rental vases or suggest eco-friendly alternatives to traditional plastic setups.

Themed Decor for Holidays and Special Events : Christmas wreaths, Easter baskets, and Halloween-themed arrangements bring festive cheer to homes.

This broader approach makes florists an essential part of everyday life beyond special occasions.

Where to Find the Best Florists in Glebe

Residents have several reputable options for flower shops in Glebe :

Local Independent Stores : Small, boutique-style florists often provide the most personalised service and unique floral selections.

Farmers Markets and Community Stalls : Weekly markets sometimes feature independent florists selling fresh, affordable bunches directly from growers.

Online Florists with Local Pickup : Some digital floristry services allow online ordering with pickup or delivery from a Glebe-based studio.

Event and Wedding Specialists : These florists focus on large-scale arrangements but may also offer smaller custom orders.

Gift and Lifestyle Stores with Flower Departments : Some lifestyle boutiques include a dedicated floral section for convenience.

Each option presents different benefits depending on urgency, budget, and occasion.

Final Thoughts

A florist in Glebe is more than a vendor — they are artists and curators of nature’s beauty, enhancing homes, celebrations, and daily life with thoughtful floral arrangements. Whether you're sourcing flowers for a milestone event or simply treating yourself to a fresh bouquet, working with a local florist supports small businesses and promotes sustainable practices. As appreciation for handmade, locally sourced products continues to grow, Glebe remains a hub for floral craftsmanship and customer-centric service.

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Celebrate Endurance & Glory with the Perfect Marathon Trophy

In the world of sports, few events push human endurance to its absolute limit like a marathon. With each mile, runners battle exhaustion, push through pain, and dig deep into their inner reserves of strength, discipline, and determination. Whether it's a local charity run, a city-wide competition, or a prestigious international race, finishing a marathon is a monumental achievement.

Recognizing that achievement requires more than just applause—it deserves a symbol of honor. That’s where a thoughtfully crafted Marathon Trophy from TrophyMall comes in.

Far beyond being just a physical reward, a Marathon Trophy represents the courage, perseverance, and spirit that every finisher and champion brings to the race. It marks not just a moment of victory, but the long journey that led there.

In this article, we’ll explore what makes a marathon trophy meaningful, how to choose the perfect design for your event, and why unique options from TrophyMall—like the Italian Tornado Trophy, Full Silver Championship Trophy, and Best Tournament Trophy—are quickly becoming popular among organizers who want their awards to leave a lasting impression.

🏃‍♂️ The Significance of a Marathon Trophy

A marathon trophy doesn’t just sit on a shelf. It tells a story. Each curve, shine, engraving, and design embodies the effort poured into months of training, the beating sun, the pounding heartbeat, and the joy of completing the final stretch.

It serves multiple purposes:

Recognition of Achievement: Acknowledge the dedication and discipline of the winners.

Memory Maker: Becomes a lasting memory for participants who pushed their limits.

Brand Promotion: When customized, it becomes a branding opportunity for sponsors and hosts.

Community Motivation: Inspires more participation in future events.

Whether it's a school 5K or a national marathon, the Marathon Trophy adds a touch of prestige and excitement to the winner's moment.

🏆 What Makes the Perfect Marathon Trophy?

Choosing a marathon trophy involves more than just picking a shiny piece of metal. It’s about design, material, size, message, and emotion.

1. Design with a Story

Look for designs that capture motion, energy, and human spirit. A runner mid-stride or a laurel wreath symbolizes classic victory. The Marathon Trophy from TrophyMall.shop is a fine example of combining simplicity with athletic essence.

2. Material Matters

High-quality materials such as:

Acrylic for modern sleekness

Metal for a traditional premium feel

Crystal or glass for elegance

Unique options like the Full Silver Championship Trophy are perfect for high-end marathon events. Its full-metal finish adds gravitas and class to the winner’s shelf.

3. Customization Options

An engraved message, sponsor logo, or event name enhances personal value. A custom marathon trophy tells the recipient that their effort was uniquely recognized.

4. Weight & Size

A trophy that feels solid in hand, not too flimsy, adds perceived value. For marathons, slightly taller designs make a statement, especially for first-place winners.

🥇 Why the Marathon Trophy from TrophyMall.shop Stands Out

TrophyMall.shop understands the emotion behind every trophy. Their Marathon Trophy is designed to suit both budget-conscious organizers and premium event planners.

Highlights:

Sleek Acrylic Base: Durable, lightweight, and elegant.

Dynamic Design: Reflects motion and athleticism.

Personalization Available: Add runner’s name, event date, or sponsor details.

Fast Turnaround: Ideal for urgent events or last-minute needs.

Affordable Bulk Pricing: Perfect for organizers handling large participation numbers.

Whether you’re hosting a corporate wellness run or a competitive marathon, this trophy adds the right tone of celebration and achievement.

🌀 Spotlight: The Italian Tornado Trophy

Want something different for your marathon's standout performer? The Italian Tornado Trophy is a favorite for MVP awards or fastest-finisher categories. Its spiral design symbolizes speed and power—a great metaphor for runners who break their limits.

Why Choose It:

Eye-catching European-inspired design

Perfect for top-category awards

Suitable for marathons that aim to create a premium, international vibe

Pair this with your main marathon trophy to differentiate award levels (e.g., overall winner vs. category winner).

🥈 The Elegance of the Full Silver Championship Trophy

If your marathon is a major city event or part of a national campaign, consider upgrading to the Full Silver Championship Trophy.

Ideal for:

Government-sponsored health events

Corporate marathons

Inter-city or inter-college championships

The full silver finish catches the light beautifully during award ceremonies. It also photographs well—a key feature in today’s social-media-driven world.

A trophy that looks great in photos helps with:

Event branding

Media coverage

Sponsor visibility

This makes the Full Silver Championship Trophy not just a reward, but a marketing asset.

🏁 Awarding the Best Tournament Trophy in Your Marathon Series

If your organization runs multiple marathon events throughout the year (like seasonal 10Ks, themed fun runs, etc.), a Best Tournament Trophy is a perfect annual or seasonal award.

Purpose:

Recognizes top participants across multiple races

Encourages consistent performance

Adds a competitive edge

TrophyMall.shop offers customizable tournament trophies that let you engrave cumulative achievements—something serious runners strive for.

This goes beyond one-off victory and becomes a symbol of year-long dedication and excellence.

💡 Tips for Organizing a Marathon Awards Ceremony

An impactful marathon trophy becomes even more memorable when presented the right way.

1. Create a Victory Podium: Even a small platform and backdrop can elevate the moment. Place the marathon trophy in the spotlight.

2. Use Announcers or Hosts: Let them share a snippet of the runner’s journey before handing over the trophy. It humanizes the experience.

3. Allow Photo Time: Let winners take photos with their trophies. Share them on social media with event hashtags and sponsor mentions.

4. Include Runners-Up Awards: Everyone loves recognition. Mini acrylic trophies, medals, or certificates for all finishers create a feel-good atmosphere.

✅ Why Buy from TrophyMall.shop?

Here’s why organizers love shopping at TrophyMall:

🎖 Wide Selection: From budget-friendly to premium options.

✨ Customization: Make each Marathon Trophy uniquely yours.

🚚 Quick Delivery: Reliable service across India.

💰 Bulk Discounts: Affordable for events of any size.

🌟 Trusted by Corporate & Sports Communities: Proven track record.

With just a few clicks, you can get the ideal trophy that fits your event’s theme, audience, and budget.

Final Thoughts

The marathon trophy is more than a piece of hardware. It’s a reward for resilience, a story of strength, and a memory that lives forever on someone’s shelf or heart.

Whether you opt for the sleek and modern Marathon Trophy, the iconic Italian Tornado Trophy, or the majestic Full Silver Championship Trophy, your selection speaks volumes about your event.

So go ahead—celebrate runners not just for crossing the finish line, but for the journey they undertook to get there. Let the Best Tournament Trophy be the symbol of ongoing achievement and passion for running.

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Obtain the Best Wreaths Shop in Dubai for Gorgeous Floral Wreaths

Death never arrives soon, and it is rarely simple to determine how to convey your condolences. Flowers have remained a traditional representation of condolences, love, and respect in such situations for many years. If you want a classy and elegant means of showing respect for the deceased individual's memory, then picking a proper wreath matters. Here in this blog, we will take you to find the best wreaths store in dubai that is famous for having beautiful and emotional flower arrangements.

Why Wreaths Are Important During Times Of Grief

Wreaths are more than circular flower arrangements. They represent perpetual life, continuity, and the never-ending cycle of love and remembrance. During times of bereavement, a quality funeral wreath speaks volumes. It is a comfort to bereaved families and provides a touch of dignity to any memorial service.

This is where a Dubai funeral flower shop comes in handy. Dubai has a lot of florists, yet few of them know how to create beautiful, elegant arrangements conveying the sincerity of your sympathy.

What to Look for in a Wreath Shop in Dubai

In selecting a wreaths store in Dubai, particularly for a serious event such as a funeral, quality, class, and sensitivity are at the top of one's mind. The following are some of the things to bear in mind:

Design Options: Select a shop that provides different wreath designs—circle, cross, heart, or special designs.

Fresh Flowers: Only fresh flowers should be used to depict the dignity and respect of the occasion.

Delivery Services: Timely delivery to mortuaries or churches is of utmost importance at this moment.

Personalization Options: Placing ribbons, photographs, or messages on it can also make the wreath more personalized.

These attributes place an average flower seller above the best flower shop in Dubai for funeral flowers.

Why FlowerStoreDubai Is a Reliable Name

Of all the many flower shops in the city, FlowerStoreDubai stands out because of its commitment to excellence and humanity. The personnel who work for FlowerStoreDubai care about the feelings that come with every order and handle every order with integrity. They handle every order by utilizing only the best flowers and make every artwork elegant and long-lasting.

Whether you’re looking for a traditional all-white wreath or a vibrant tribute that reflects the life of the departed, FlowerStoreDubai has an option that meets your needs. The wreaths store in dubai also offers same-day delivery within Dubai, ensuring your sentiments arrive when they matter most.

A Touch of Elegance for Every Tribute

One of the reasons why FlowerStoreDubai is one of the leading Dubai flower stores for funeral flowers is that it can blend classic design with contemporary elegance. The florists are particularly careful with color harmony, flower symbolism, and presentation, so that every wreath speaks volumes without actually saying anything.

Their arrangements are often lilies for purity, roses for love, and chrysanthemums for respect—a beautiful and powerful tribute. Their wreaths store in dubai not only serve as a memory of the lost but also a one that gives peace to the grieving family. 

Final Thoughts

Funeral flowers date back centuries to convey sympathy, and a skillfully crafted wreaths store in dubai brings comfort and elegance in life's most difficult times. With the highest-quality floral memorials when you need them in Dubai, FlowerStoreDubai is the answer. Their human touches, prompt delivery, and dedication to excellence make them the ideal choice.

When words aren't enough, let flowers talk. Select a wreath that remembers, mourns, and comforts.

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The Timeless Journey of Mercedes: A Legacy in Motion

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Few brands in the automotive industry hold as much prestige and historical value as Mercedes-Benz. The brand is synonymous with innovation, luxury, and engineering prowess and has set the standard for quality cars worldwide. Mercedes’ company history is not merely that of a car maker—it’s a tale of technological achievements, visionary creators, and an unrelenting quest for perfection that transformed the world automotive industry.

Origins: The Invention of the Automobile

Mercedes’ company history dates back to the late 19th century, when two innovative German engineers, Karl Benz and Gottlieb Daimler, independently invented some of the first gasoline-powered vehicles. In 1886, Karl Benz invented the world’s first true car, the Benz Patent-Motorwagen. Around the same time, Daimler and his partner Wilhelm Maybach were working on similar motorised carriages.

While working independently, both inventors’ innovations formed the foundation of the contemporary automobile industry. Their innovations are regarded as the foundation of Mercedes’ heritage, which was established before the official establishment of the brand.

The Birth of Mercedes

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The brand “Mercedes” was born out of Emil Jellinek, a powerful auto dealer and entrepreneur who was an early admirer of Daimler’s cars. In 1900, Jellinek ordered a new range of cars in the name of his daughter, Mercedes. The new car—the Mercedes 35 HP—was an innovative vehicle of its time, forging new benchmarks in terms of design and performance.

By 1901, the “Mercedes” name had begun to catch on in the European market. The popularity of these early models ensured the reputation of the brand, and in 1902, Daimler-Motoren-Gesellschaft (DMG) registered “Mercedes” as a trademark.

The Merger: Formation of Mercedes-Benz

The contemporary Mercedes company history officially commenced in 1926 when Daimler-Motoren-Gesellschaft and Benz & Cie merged to create the company we know today as Mercedes-Benz. This was a strategic union primarily motivated by economic imperatives in post-World War I Germany and the imperative to merge resources in a more competitive automobile market.

The new company’s logo—a laurel wreath surrounding a three-pointed star—was a combination of Daimler and Benz’s original logos. The star’s three points signified Daimler’s vision to rule transport on land, water, and in the air.

Engineering Milestones and Innovation

During the 20th century, Mercedes-Benz established a reputation for excellence in engineering, innovation, and safety. Among its main technological milestones:

1936: Inauguration of the 260 D, the world’s first mass-produced diesel passenger car.

1951: Introduction of the “crumple zone” that improves the safety of passengers in the event of a crash.

1954: Introduction of the legendary Mercedes-Benz 300 SL Gullwing, remembered for its signature upward-opening doors and innovative fuel injection system.

1978: First manufacturer to provide the Anti-lock Braking System (ABS), which marked a new generation of automotive safety.

These developments showcased the company’s consistent dedication to precision, safety, and performance, establishing Mercedes as a class apart from its peers.

Global Expansion and Prestige

After World War II, Mercedes’ company history began its new period of global expansion. As demand grew in North America and the emerging economies, Mercedes-Benz became a globally recognised brand.

By the 1980s and 1990s, Mercedes-Benz cars were status symbols globally. The S-Class was the gold standard of luxury sedans, and the G-Class set the standard for rugged luxury with its off-road features.

The company expanded its product line to include compact cars, luxury coupes, SUVS, and commercial vehicles, yet still held on to its reputation as a symbol of class and craftsmanship.

Sustainability and Technological Evolution

When the world entered the 21st century, Mercedes-Benz stepped boldly towards innovation in mobility and sustainability. Realising the increasing value of environmental responsibility, the company heavily invested in hybrid and electric technologies.

Mercedes’ serious foray into the electric vehicle (EV) segment came in 2016 with the launch of the EQ brand. The EQC and EQS models reveal not only Mercedes’ technical excellence but also its dedication to a greener future.

Mercedes-Benz also led the way in autonomous driving technology, combining AI-based systems such as DISTRONIC Plus, PRE-SAFE, and Drive Pilot that bring the company nearer to fully autonomous vehicles.

Also Read: Unfolding the Secrets of the Toyota Production System

Corporate Shifts and Global Footprint

The parent firm, Daimler AG, recently went through intense restructuring to intensify its focus. In 2021, Daimler spun off its truck business and rebranded itself as Mercedes-Benz Group AG, reaffirming its dedication to passenger cars and luxury mobility.

Mercedes-Benz nowadays operates factories in more than 20 nations, hiring thousands of employees and reaching millions of buyers. The “Made in Germany” heritage of the brand still holds a premium position in its psyche, yet its presence is unambiguously international.

The Brand in Pop Culture and Motorsports

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Any summary of Mercedes’ company history would not be exhaustive without addressing its long-established involvement in popular culture and motor sports.

Mercedes-Benz has been a reigning giant of Formula One auto racing, particularly with the Mercedes-AMG Petronas team. Under the guidance of legends such as Lewis Hamilton and fueled by high-performance design, the team has won several world championships.

Outside of the racetrack, Mercedes vehicles have appeared in hundreds of movies, television shows, and music videos. From James Bond to Fast & Furious, the brand’s elegant design and power have made it a Hollywood darling and beyond.

Also Read: You Won’t Believe the Price Tag! Meet the Most Expensive Car in the World

Challenges and the Road Ahead

With all its rich history, Mercedes’ company history is not without its pitfalls. From economic recessions and worldwide financial downturns to growing competition from technology-savvy electric vehicle manufacturers such as Tesla, Mercedes has had to continue evolving.

To counter this, the company has accepted digitalisation, bringing onboard capabilities such as smart connectivity features, over-the-air updates, and voice-assist technologies to its cars. Sustainability is at its core, with Mercedes-Benz planning to go fully electric in its key markets by 2030 and carbon neutral by 2039.

Conclusion: A Legacy in Motion

Mercedes’ company history is a fascinating story of survival, transformation, and unwavering determination to be perfect. From the initial gasoline car to electric sedans in the future, Mercedes-Benz not only keep up with progress—it leads it.

For over a century, the brand has remained a symbol of elegance and engineering excellence. As Mercedes-Benz steers into a future defined by sustainability and intelligent mobility, its legacy continues to shine on roads across the world.

Whether you’re looking at its history, technological achievements, or cultural impact, one thing is clear: Mercedes-Benz is not just about building cars—it’s about shaping the future of mobility.