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[economicsresearch]

page 564 panel a - Sorry to get a bit crude on the previous post.

I just mean what is AI but a regurgitation of what has come before. What is our consumption of it but increasingly empty calories. If we eat what has been eaten, there is less nourishment to find, and each repeated cycle means more chalk and cardboard pasting our mouths and leaving us hungry.

But I suppose if you think culture and art and communication and what it is to be human are just ways to make money you don't care about malnutrition, physical or spiritual.

[princessbellecerise]

Sweet Like Sugar

──── ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧ ────

summary | In which you’re Coryo’s sugar baby

warnings | smut, sugar daddy!coryo, slight public sex

this is an eighteen plus fic. minors do not enter

divider by @princessbellecerise

You’re not sure what to say at first when Coryo proposes this idea to you, but you have to say that you’re shocked

You’re nothing more than a district girl, having been raised in not quite poverty but not abundance either

You’ve never had anything other than the bare minimum, so when Snow offers to give you the world and to take care of your family as well?

Well, it’s obvious what you choose

Quickly, you end up being transported from your district to the Capitol in no time. While your family is given a high rise apartment and grocery deliveries every month, you’re given your own space; a house not too far from his own mansion

Snow likes to keep you close, as he does with all of his prized possessions

And first things first, you’re spoiled

There’s no one in Panem that has more than you, no one that has more jewels, clothes, makeup, etc. Not even Coriolanus himself

He takes such good care of you, making sure that you want for nothing and that you have everything you need

He’s surprisingly generous; but you both know that it doesn’t come without a cost

The world outside of the capitol is a harsh one; one that you desperately don’t want to experience again. You’ve seen people starving to death or being maimed by wild animals in your district and you do not wish to live that kind of life. You’re content, comfortable with how you live so any price he states, you pay

Usually it comes in the form of Coryo being on top of you, a hand around your pretty little neck while he fucks you on his desk

Or, sometimes it’s in his room, with your face stuffed into his luxurious pillows as he fucks you from behind

One way or another, he uses you like you use him. Whenever and however he pleases

You don’t mind of course, loving the way you’re bouncing on his cock one minute and then the next he’s buying you a diamond necklace

He likes for you to get dolled up for him, so he can show you off and make everyone around him jealous

He sees the way they look at you, and the way other men and even women envy him. He knows that they’d give to have you but they can’t. They can’t afford you

Sugar daddy!Coryo that always makes you call him ‘sir.’ He tell you that it’s the proper way to address him as he is the president, but really he just likes the way it sounds coming from your pretty little lips

Often times, he’ll call you nicknames such as ‘Doll,’ or ‘Pretty Girl’

They’re fitting seeing as you’re always dressed up, whether that be in fancy dresses or silk night gowns that he’s specifically picked out for you to wear

Sugar daddy!Coryo that takes you out for fancy dinners, only to end up fucking you in the bathroom like he’s a commoner. He always hates when he looses his self control like that but fuck—sometimes you just look so good that he can’t help but to stoop to that level

Sugar daddy!Coryo that kisses you desperately in some random bathroom stall, that has you pressed up against him and can’t stop rambling about how hard he is

Coryo that has you stepping out of that expensive dress in no time, even tearing it a little so he can reveal your pretty cunt

You’re always wet for him, always so eager and that’s what Coryo loves

He loves the feeling of you wrapped around him, moaning his name and begging him to let you cum

Of course, before it even reaches that point, he also has you on your knees, sucking him off to try and relive some of his desperation

Even after everything, Coryo likes to think that he’s a gentleman, so of course he lays his jacket on the floor so your knees won’t be hurting

It’s the least he can do because fuck—you always have him cumming in no time, and again once he’s fucking into your tight cunt

He never cums inside of you, always on your tits or in your mouth

He just loves the way that you look up at him, pretty face coated with his seed. He always take a few seconds to admire you before cleaning you up, making sure you’re presentable once again before finally settling down at your table, thirty minutes later

And of course, before he takes you home for the night, he also makes sure to fuck you one last time in his fancy limousine, windows fogging up and all of Panem having no clue what’s happening behind those tinted windows

[effieotto]

Just Effie Trinket —alternative universe

I. what if Effie was not from the Capitol

A seamstress’s daughter from district twelve. her mother was the owner of the only fancy boutique in the district and her father was a peacekeeper who had been forced to move back to the Capitol when their affair was reported, leaving her mother pregnant with their third child, a toddler and a five years old boy to feed on her own. Their relationship disgraced the Trinkets in society and harmed their business

Just like Asterid helped people from the seam for free, Effie used her abilities as a seamstress to make the seam girl’s dresses looks prettier for the reaping (free charge) so they could at least look good during their worst nightmare. She also fixed ordinary gowns into beautiful wedding dresses and mended simple suits for the grooms, charging very low prices. People warmed up for her then, and slowly she fixed her reputation

When her father was gone and the boutique affected by the unpopularity of her family, effie (as the eldest daughter) had to help her mother feeding their family, even though she sometimes had to rely on shameful ways to get money. It just ended when she was fifteen and her mother managed to remarry and regain people’s trust

She was the forth member of the Maysilee, Merilee and Asterid little girlfriends group

Effie was known for being gorgeous and seductive, and even though her mother wanted to marry her with a merchant guy as soon as possible, Effie had far too much fun in flirting and kissing boys behind the school after class

As a peacekeeper’s daughter, effie was raised to respect the law to the letter, without a single question. However, although she was obsessed with rules and regulations, she couldn’t help but sneak into the woods to swim in the lake with Asterid (who sometimes brought Burdock too)

In elementary school, Blair was in love with Effie —but he never said anything because he knew she had a crush on Haymitch (even though they claimed to hated each other’s guts and he wasn’t available). They were very good friends, though

[flowerfreya]

About Me/Masterlist :

Please include Age in bio of blog !

I have been reading fanfiction for the longest time and i thought it’s finally time for me to write some stuff lol.

I am currently obsessed with COD men , but I also like Bucky Barnes and The Witcher.

Ko-fi (commission open) ❤️❤️

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Dr. Dad

Anthology Just some post about Simon and Reader being doctors as well as parents.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Top Chef Reality TV

Simon is a videography and you are a contestant and quickly become obsessed with him.

Quick Fire : Eggs

Elimination Challenge : Ribs

Cancelled - A famous athlete didn't like what reader had to say about her wedding gown and sends all her follows to cancel the reader , but then Simon fixes it

Yes, Chef , Part 2 , Part 3- Reader works at Simons fancy and exclusive restaurant but there is a rude guest and then the reader embarrasses herself after getting saved by Simon

Hockey AU - Simon is a famous hockey player and he is in a long term secret relationship with reader

Football!Simon - Reader is a sport Journalist and Simon is an American football quarterback. Just drabbles and other thoughts.

John Price

No knock Raid - Mafia AU

John Price is the head of the mafia and you know that. You have three children together.

Part 1

Part 2

Practice (E) (daughters best friend)

Your John’s daughter’s best friend. And you’ve wanted him for a long time and tonight’s the night

Did you want a picture?

Reader is an influencer and John Price is a retired celebrity athlete with two teenage daughters that are obsessed with putting him on TikTok. Reader think John wants a picture with her , John thinks reader want a picture with him, chaos ensues.

Weaponized Incompetence (Multi Chapter)

John is not a good husband. Weaponized incompetence is his middle name and you have tried to get him to be better but it only works for two weeks until he’s right back where he started.

Kate Laswell x Reader

An Understanding

reader is bi but has never been with a women. Price knows someone that can help with that.

Poly!141

The Office (Multi Part)

Well I was watching the office and got inspired.

Ghoap x Reader

Cherry Wish (Multi Part)

Johnny and Simon are in a established ten year relationship and Reader works at a grocery store, hasnt been in a relationship in three years and can't go to sleep without Nyquil, and they want her but she likes to be alone (not really, in fact it's quite the opposite)

Drabbles

Ramblings

Ramblings

Ramblings

Rambling

Song Fics

First Thing to Go - Hayley Williams

[submissive-wandering-girl]

After this slut sent me a message earlier, we have come to an agreement on a task. She is going to donate something designer to a charity shop and buy the sluttiest outfit possible on the way home, sucking one cock for every £10 spent.

So I took my dark red Christian Dior ball gown to the charity shop. It cost me £2,900 brand new and is so elegant and classy. I love it so much but was told I had to take one of my favourite outfits. I was told I could buy it back if I wanted. But I would have to pay double the price they valued it at. And I had to tell them how expensive and classy it was seeing as I always bang on about how classy I am. So they took it off my hands and I asked them how much they would sell it for and they told me £800 and I told them that was ridiculous. It was worth at least £1,200 and before I realised it they agreed and I ended up having to pay £2,400 just to get a dress I already owned back.

Feeling pretty stupid I walked around the shop looking for some skanky clothes to buy. I found a red tight mini skirt for £6 and a light blue crop top for £8. I went to the shoes section and there was a pair of black 4 inch heels that looked so slutty for £15. I bought it all and it came to £29. Plus the £2,400 for my dress. So I would have to suck 3 cocks on my way home.

The first guy i decided would be from the shop, seeing as i was giving so much to charity. A 19 year old needy charity shop worker seemed perfect. I asked him if they have an employee bathroom and he directed me to it and I got changed into my new skanky outfit. I beckoned him in when I was changed and got to my knees and he grabbed my hate roughly. Clearly a virgin with no clue what he was doing and ended up banging my head against the wall as I sucked him and he came in my mouth. He was in euphoria as I left him. Sorting my hair in a mirror.

The second guy I found on tinder and went round to his house on the way to mine. He let me in and told me I looked suitable dressed. Asking what was in the bag. I said it was an expensive ballgown plus some other clothes (the ones I’d worn to the charity shop). He decided he wanted me to give him head in the ballgown. I told him it was very expensive and he would have to take care and his response was to hurry up or he’d fuck me in it. I got changed and stood in front of him, looking elegant and fancy as he pushed me to my knees and I got to work on teasing his balks with my tongue as he snapped pics of me telling me it was like having a Disney princess suck his cock. He kept his end of the bargain and cum in my mouth and got none on the dress. But told me if I wanted to change back into my slut outfit before I left I would leave my panties with him.

So I left his house. In the slut outfit, pantyless, carrying the bag with my ball gown and other clothes and realised I was only a street from a guy I used to work with and played around with before. I went round and knocked on his door and his eyes widened when he opened. I asked if he wanted a quickie for old time sake and before I knew it he’d ushered me in and I was in my knees sucking my 3rd cock of the evening. He played with my hair as I sucked and teased me by pulling his cock in and out before, just as he was about to cum he pulled out and cum over my face. He had hold of my hair so I couldn’t move as he placed his cock back into my mouth and told me that he knew I had spoken against him and that’s why his contract hadn’t been renewed as I pulled out to argue he started pissing on my face and laughed, holding my hair so I couldn’t move and telling me how pathetic the company princess looked right now. He told me to leave, covered in piss and cum and I walked back to my house, wet and needy and feeling very pathetic

[the-californicationist]

I must inform you I’ve reach peak grandma status I’ve been spotted my coworker today in a nightgown, bonnet, knitting while smoking a FAT blunt while on my porch. And this made me think of how price and Simon would react to seeing their spouse looking like an old woman

why do i feel like price prefers you like this? he wants to come home to you just fully undone. like even if you get dressed up and have a fancy dinner, as soon as you're back at the house, he's got your robe and bonnet out, your skin care all lined up, and he's so ready to get his filthy paws up under your nightgown to pinch and squeeze and sink his fingers into you. you're half-heartedly fighting him off, begging him to let you finish knitting your row, and he's just hiking up your gown, notching himself against your hole, mumbling something about "...just the tip, sweetheart."

but idk why for some reason i feel like ghost just wants to join you. like he asks for his own bonnet (in black of course) and when you're doing your eye masks, he makes you do his, too. so he's out there with you on the porch, staring your neighbors down, his arm slung around your shoulders, nudging you - "cmon love, pass the smoke, would'ya?"

[ladykailitha]

Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 14

I'm thinking about writing an epilogue/sequel to this because after reading the ending, I feel like I've cheated you out of something special, but the story feels like it should have ended after the rut. So let me know in the comments if you would like see the bonding and birth of their first child.

First of two chapters being posted today.

The after party. Tommy makes an appearance and Chrissy comes to rescue...well so do everyone in Stevie's corner, but especially her.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

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The after party was buzzing with the who’s who of the industry. Producers and artists mingled with label execs and the best escorts Starcourt had to offer.

Steve had been invited to a couple of these in his time and always had fun.

Eddie was talking to this beautiful actress in a long purple and black gown. She had song on the soundtrack of her latest movie, surprising a lot of people with her vocal talents in addition to her acting.

Steve gulped down a bit of champagne to chase the bile of jealousy that he had forced back down.

“Well if it isn’t, Steve Harrington,” a cool voice said behind him.

Steve schooled his expression and turned around.

There was Tommy Hagan.

It had been a lovely couple of months where they hadn’t run into each at an event at all.

Steve smiled. “Hey, Tommy, you working a client or just the room tonight?”

When Starcourt supplied omegas to after parties like this one, they were allowed to network to get new clients. So not only were they paid well, they could bring in even more money by picking up new clients.

“He doesn’t love you, you know,” Tommy sneered. “This is all stunt to take the attention off of the fact that he fucked up with two omegas and nearly caused a scandal for the label both times.”

Steve knew that was the reason for the ‘fake dating’ contract. It was his business to know. “What’s the matter, Tommy? Upset that I get to fuck your favorite rockstar? You must have been so livid when you found out that I got invited to their charity gala and you didn’t.”

“You think you’re so special getting a million dollar cherry pop price,” Tommy snapped. “But that just means that you had to stay longer to pay it off, stupid.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yes, and I made that my first year. I didn’t have to stay, but I know my worth, sweetie. And it is a hell of a lot more than a million dollars.”

“You’ve got your claws in him now,” Tommy hissed, “but he’ll figure out that you’re as shallow as your intelligence.”

Steve flushed and Tommy smirked, knowing he hit the mark. The one thing that Steve was always worried about and that was coming across as the dumb bunny.

“I’m not stupid,” he whispered harshly. “Just because I haven’t gone to fancy schools doesn’t mean I’m dumb.”

Tommy laughed cruelly. “Look around you, Steve. This is all you’ll ever have. All you’ll know. You’re only worth is what’s between your legs, not what’s between your ears.”

Tears stung at the corner of Steve’s eyes.

Then there was a warm arm that slid around his waist and Steve leaned into the embrace.

“You okay, baby?” Eddie murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“Much better now that you’re here,” Steve whispered back, nuzzling the under side of his throat.

“Stevie and I were just having a little chat,” Tommy said all false smiles, “weren’t we?”

Steve pressed further into Eddie’s side.

Eddie scoffed. “I heard what you were saying, it’s why I came over.”

Tommy blanched. “What?”

“And I did not like what you said at all.” He kissed Steve soundly on the lips. “Troy and Robin are waiting for you, babe. They’ll take you somewhere where you can calm down and I’ll be right behind you, okay?”

Steve nodded and went right into the waiting arms of Robin, Troy covering Steve from behind so no one could see how upset he was.

“You’re Tommy Hagan, right?” Eddie asked, low and menacing.

Tommy nodded.

“I’ve been hearing about your supposed rivalry with Steve from a couple different people tonight.” Eddie’s tone grew even darker.

Tommy opened his mouth, but Eddie held up his hand to stop him, “And no, Steve was not one of them. From other handlers and escorts. From what I could gather, you’re pissed because he rose to the top of the company faster than you did. He’s prettier, more charming, and better at his job.”

“Think whatever you like,” Tommy scoffed. But the red flush to his cheeks belied his statement.

“And now he’s dating the lead singer of your favorite band and you are just eaten up with envy and jealousy,” Eddie continued. “So you decided to go after Steve’s intelligence knowing it was a soft spot for him. But there are different kinds of intelligence and Steve’s is all emotional. And that’s what makes him brilliant at what he does.”

“Still makes him as dumb as a rock,” Tommy hissed.

Eddie just shook his head. “I’m making a complaint against you with the agency. This is really bad behavior for a Starcourt omega and doesn’t reflect well on them.”

Then Tommy really did pale. All color drained from his face, leaving his freckles more pronounced in the absence of color on his cheeks.

Eddie just shook his head and went in search of Steve.

Troy spotted him first and waved him over to a small alcove where Robin was rubbing Steve’s back as he struggled to calm down.

Eddie knelt in front of him and began rubbing his arms. “Hey, sweetheart. Do you need to leave?”

Steve took in a deep shuddering breath and held in his a moment. “No. Tommy is an ass but I can handle it.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Eddie murmured, caressing Steve’s cheek with his thumb. “With the horrible questions, the sexist alpha, and now this asshole. You admit it affected you and we can go home.”

Steve’s lip quivered. “But what about you, don’t you have to be here?”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie said, cupping his cheeks, “I have been here. I could duck out. The rest of the band is still here as well as Benny and our producer Alexi. They could hold court if you really needed us to go right now.”

“Tommy’s already been reported to management,” Troy said, cradling his ear. “They still want Eddie to make a formal complaint, but they’re pulling Tommy out and replacing him with Chrissy Cunningham.”

Robin nodded. “Elinor and a couple other omegas who were here with actual clients had run afoul of him as well.”

Steve raised his head. “Wait, really? He’s pissed that he was only here to work the room as opposed to being with a client? Is he stupid?”

Troy raised his hand and rocked his fingers back and forth. “The jury is still out on that one.”

Eddie looked back between Troy and Steve in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

“It depends on the client,” Steve said, “but an escort can make $1000-5000 a night. But working a room, you’re paid an five grand plus the chance to pick up future clients. Alphas that aren’t there with anyone who might have an event coming up that would be improved by having an escort. Maybe their rut is coming up soon. Working a room can net an escort closer to ten to fifteen grand.”

Eddie blinked. “Holy shit. Now, I’m wondering how he could be so stupid.”

“I could answer that,” a warm female voice said behind them.

Steve looked up and grinned. “Chrissy!”

Eddie stood up and turned around to see one of the prettiest female omegas he ever seen. Her strawberry blonde hair was artfully pulled back in a wavy bun, highlighting her green eyes and dazzling smile. She wore a pink mermaid tail dress that had feathers on her hips and on the train. She held a matching clutch.

She gave Steve a hug. “I’m sorry Tommy was an douchebag tonight, cher. But I’m here now.”

Steve relaxed, the last bit of tension bleeding from his frame with her casual support.

“So why would d-bag want a client over working the room if the gains are greater working the room?” Eddie asked, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

He had changed, too. The tuxedo pants had been replaced by leather ones, and he wore a band tee under a leather jacket. His knee high boots gave him a little extra height on Steve even in his own heels.

Chrissy smiled up at him. “Because if you’re working the room, that means you weren’t good enough to get a client going to the Grammy’s. It’s about the prestige of being with a big name artist. And that clout can’t be bought. Steve here is going to get more requests being at Eddie’s side, then I will from working the room.”

Robin snorted. “Only because Steve’s that hot.”

Steve ducked his head to hide his blush. He really did have the best of friends.

Chrissy giggled. “There’s a little bit to that, sure. But the salient point is that Tommy is jealous because he knows that even with Eddie courting Steve, Steve is going to make a hell of a lot more money than Tommy could hope to dream of in just this year.”

“He was trying to upset the escorts on jobs so that they would leave,” Troy said, “which would free up the clients for those only working the room.”

Steve and Chrissy gave Troy an appraising eyebrow, impressed.

“Sounds about right,” Steve said. “Which means leaving would be giving in to his schemes. Plus, Chrissy is here now. That makes the party way more fun.”

Eddie held out his hand and helped Steve to his feet. “Whatever you want, princess. I am but yours to command.”

Steve wagged his eyebrows. “Something I’ll consider for tonight.”

Robin and Chrissy wolf whistled.

Troy just shook his head. With Robin in tow, Troy melded back into the crowds to keep an eye on Steve from a distance.

Chrissy was introduced to the band. Jeff was immediately smitten by her charms.

He was falling over his feet to impress her.

“Jeffy here writes our music,” Eddie told her and Steve. “I write the lyrics and he turns them into songs. Really I have the easy part. He does all the heavy lifting.”

Gareth, immediately picking up on where Eddie was going with this followed that up with, “Yeah. Which considering he boxes to stay in shape it’s really easy for him.”

“You box?” Chrissy asked, all interest. “Do you actually get in the ring or do you just go up against punching bags to prevent ruining the prettiest face of the band?”

Steve hissed at her, “You take that back! Eddie is the hottest member of the band.”

“Hottest guitarist, maybe,” Elinor huffed. “Hottest member is clearly Gareth.”

The three alphas were starting to growl when Brian stepped in. “Guys, guys. You’re all very pretty. The prettiest. Now can we move on?”

Just when everyone had calmed down, he said, “Besides we all know the best looking one in the band is me!”

His friends dogpiled him and wrestled him to the ground.

Chrissy leaned over to Steve as the four of the tussled. “Do they do this often?”

Steve just shrugged. He hadn’t had the chance to hang out with band yet.

Elinor rolled her eyes. “They are like this all the time. In a minute or so, they’ll get tired, give up and move on like nothing has happened. They’ll straighten their clothes and hair, all the better for it.”

Sure enough they did just that.

Brian looked the worst for wear considering he had been the one under attack, but nothing was torn or out of place and quite quickly they were looking like nothing had happened.

“I love these dorks,” Eddie murmured. “So, so much.”

Steve kissed his cheek. “That’s good, because I think you’re stuck with them, being in a band and all.”

Jeff giggled. “Is he stuck in here with us, or are we stuck in here with him?”

Steve tapped his lips thoughtfully. “Oh, definitely the latter.”

“Hey!” Eddie protested.

Gareth shook his head. “No, no. I’m with Steve on this one. We are definitely stuck in here with you.”

“Traitors,” he muttered darkly.

Steve nuzzled his scent gland and Eddie’s alpha purred. It took every ounce of Steve’s professionalism he had to keep the replying chirp quiet enough that only Eddie could hear.

Eddie grinned. “Just let me make the rounds one more time and then you and I will get out of here.”

Steve nodded and then watched him go. He grabbed another glass of champagne from a passing waiter and downed in one gulp.

Chrissy’s eyes went wide and she slipped her arm through his and murmured, “Come on, cher. Let’s talk, you look like you need it.”

Steve nodded and followed her outside to get some fresh air. Once there he told her all about his night and not just the Tommy fuckery.

“I was standing there already feeling jealous about the gorgeous female omega actress that he was talking to and then Tommy came in and poked at my other biggest insecurity and I just crumpled...”

Chrissy put her arm around his shoulder and laid her head on his chest.

“You’re going to have to decide if that side of his job is going to be worth it, because if you’re freaking out over him just talking to an actress,” she said gently, “how are you going to fare when he goes on tour?”

Steve sighed. It was one of the reasons that Neil never requested to court him. Being on tour all the time, the constantly being away from Steve who was very much of fixture of LA.

“I don’t know,” he admitted softly. “But he stirs something inside me that I have never felt before and it’s addicting. It feels like flying and I worry that I’ll fly too close to the sun and fall.”

“Soar anyway, Steve,” she advised him. “It’s scary and it’s new. But soar anyway. You deserve a chance at happiness, just be sure to tell Eddie when you feel this way. Because he’s not a mind reader. He can’t see what’s happening behind his back.”

Steve frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Eddie was told Tommy was harassing you,” Chrissy said. She held up her hand before Steve could say anything. “Now before you get all in your head thinking that he had to be told to come to your rescue, we both know that’s not true. But he had to be told you were in danger. Because it was happening where he couldn’t see. So you have to tell him when you’re feeling left out or jealous, because if it’s happening where he can’t see, he can’t fix it.”

Steve let out a long sigh. “Yeah, I see what you mean. If I had been more honest about the actress, Eddie would have already been by my side and maybe Tommy would have still approached or not, but probably not.”

She nodded. She turned around and saw Eddie looking for Steve. She spun Steve around and pushed him toward Eddie.

“Now go get your man.”

Steve stumbled into the venue and began moving quickly so he could reach Eddie faster.

Suddenly Eddie had an armful of soft omega.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured into Steve’s ear, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist. “You ready to go home?”

“Yeah,” Steve said softly. “Take me home, Eds.”

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Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

The confrontation with Tommy had been stewing in my head since I first starting writing the story, originally it was going to be with the Nancy and Billy at New Yorker party but there was already too much going on in that chapter so it got moved here.

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A Masked Promise

Ch.15

Dick Grayson(Nightwing) x Reader

It was the kind of night that made you want to hide under the covers and never come out.

Dick’s text had caught you off guard, though it had no right to. He’d asked you to come with him to Gotham for a fundraising gala hosted by Bruce Wayne, and the more you thought about it, the more anxious you became. The whole thing felt out of your league—beyond your world entirely. The glittering lights, the fancy clothes, the wealthy people. It wasn’t just about meeting Bruce Wayne, someone you’d only ever heard about in passing. It was about being thrust into a world you didn’t belong to, surrounded by people you didn’t know, in an environment you couldn’t even imagine yourself fitting in.

You spent the better part of the evening pacing around your apartment, your mind a swirl of questions and uncertainties. How could you possibly fit in at a place like that? What would you wear? Your closet was filled with casual clothes—nothing even close to what you’d need for something like this. You didn’t even have the budget for anything remotely fancy.

After a while, you ended up texting him back, though your hands trembled as you did. “I don’t know, Gray… I’m not sure I’m the kind of person who belongs at an event like that.”

You almost expected him to text back with an insistence, a plea, or even a little joke to make you feel better. But when his reply came, it was simple, reassuring.

“Hey, I wouldn’t ask you to come if I didn’t want you there. Besides, I’d feel better having you with me. So, what do you say?”

His words, just like him, were steady and warm, like a quiet anchor. They had a way of easing your worries, even if only for a moment. Still, there was a sinking feeling in your stomach. There were so many unknowns. So many things that seemed far beyond your reach.

With a sigh, you typed out your response. “Okay, I’ll go. But what do I even wear? I don’t have anything fancy, and I’m not exactly rolling in money to buy something.”

You almost expected him to respond with an insistence, a plea, or even a little joke to make you feel better. But when his reply came, it was simple, reassuring.

“I’ll take care of everything, so you don’t have to worry about the details. You just need to show up.”

The certainty in his message should’ve made you feel better. Instead, you only grew more anxious. You could practically hear the doubts swirling in your mind—was he just being polite? Would he regret bringing you along when you felt so out of place?

You debated the idea for hours, wringing your hands, pacing from room to room. Finally, after a moment of silence, you sighed deeply, knowing there was no way you could back out now. You’d agreed, even if it meant stepping into something that felt too big for you.

…

When you met Dick the next day, he seemed completely at ease, and that made you feel even more out of place. You’d barely said hello before he was pulling you toward the jet, insisting you get on board. And just as you were getting ready to step into the sleek aircraft, the weight of everything hit you like a ton of bricks.

As the jet took off toward Gotham, you couldn’t shake the nerves gnawing at you. Once you landed, you were whisked away by Dick to the most luxurious private boutiques, the kind that didn’t just carry expensive clothes but felt like an exclusive club of unattainable luxury.

The idea of trying on anything in those shops felt like a joke. You could barely breathe as the prices on the labels stared back at you, as if daring you to touch them, let alone wear them. Each dress you picked out felt more like an insult to your budget, yet Dick was so insistent.

You finally emerged from the fitting room, dressed in a deep red gown that made your heart race when you looked at yourself in the mirror. The moment you stepped out, Dick’s eyes softened. He stared at you, mouth slightly open in appreciation.

“You look amazing,” he said. And he meant it, there was no hesitation, no reservation. But when you looked at the price tag, your stomach flipped over.

“I can’t,” you said, voice faltering. “This is ridiculous. I can’t let you spend this kind of money on me.”

Dick just shook his head, the smile never leaving his face. “You don’t have to worry about it. I told you, I’m taking care of everything. It’s not a big deal.”

“Yes, it is!” you protested, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s too much. I don’t care if you have the money. I can’t just take something this expensive from you. It’s not right.”

You could feel your chest tightening with anxiety as Dick stepped closer, placing a hand gently on your shoulder. “Y/n, please,” he said softly, his voice low and calming. “I want to do this for you. Let me spoil you a little. You deserve it.”

You shook your head, stubbornness setting in. “I can’t let you buy me a dress that costs more than my rent, Gray. I won’t do it.”

He gave you that look again, the one that was both teasing and unwavering. “I’m not asking for permission, Y/n. This is happening. And whether you like it or not, I’m buying this dress for you.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words caught in your throat as he turned to the assistant and handed over his credit card, the swiping of it sounding final and unwavering. You stood there, feeling caught between gratitude and frustration, your fingers clenching into fists at your sides.

“Gray, stop,” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly. “I can’t take this.”

“I’m not asking you to take anything,” he said as he reached for your hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m giving it to you, because you deserve it. And I’m doing this because I want to.”

As the assistant rang up the dress, you finally gave in, the knot in your chest loosening just slightly. It was like being caught between a rock and a hard place. You didn’t want to accept something so lavish, but Dick wasn’t letting you argue anymore.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, knowing it wasn’t enough to truly express how much you appreciated his gesture.

Dick just smiled and winked at you. “No need to thank me.”

“Okay,” you said reluctantly, though you still felt an unease settle in your chest. “But I’m still paying you back for whatever this costs, you know.”

He chuckled softly. “You can try, but you’ll lose.”

As the day went on, you allowed yourself to relax, letting the bubble of luxury wrap itself around you. But deep inside, a small part of you still couldn’t shake the overwhelming sense of being in a world far beyond your own.

…

When you arrived at Wayne Manor, the towering estate seemed to rise before you like a fairytale castle—too grand, too perfect, too… intimidating. Dick grinned as he glanced over at you, clearly used to this world, while you could feel your nerves tightening at every step toward the front door. The deep hum of the massive estate and its grandiose architecture was almost surreal, like stepping into a dream you weren’t sure you should be a part of.

Alfred was waiting at the entrance as you walked through the heavy oak doors, his impeccable manners offering a sense of warmth that helped calm your racing heart.

“Miss Y/n, welcome to Wayne Manor,” Alfred greeted with a smile, his voice as kind as it was refined. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person.”

“Thank you,” you said, forcing a smile as your eyes glance around the entrance hall. It was bigger than anything you could have imagined—grand marble floors, intricate tapestries, and walls that seemed to hum with history. You felt incredibly out of place, like a speck in this vast, polished world.

Dick, noticing your discomfort, gently nudged you as you followed Alfred further into the manor. “Relax. You’ll be fine,” he whispered, his presence grounding you even in the overwhelming splendor around you.

…

The grandeur of Wayne Manor wrapped around you like an overwhelming presence—beautiful and imposing, but entirely alien. You felt like a small piece of driftwood in a vast ocean, untethered and unsure. Every polished banister, every glittering chandelier seemed to echo the sentiment that this wasn’t your world.

Alfred’s warm demeanor, however, was a balm to your unease. He guided you through the endless halls with an ease that came from decades of familiarity, narrating pieces of history and quirks about the manor that made you feel, if only a little, more welcome. You listened intently, but your nerves kept you glued to Dick’s side, his occasional hand brushing against yours grounding you like an anchor.

When Alfred brought you to Dick’s childhood room, you stopped in the doorway, startled by how ordinary it was compared to the opulence of the rest of the manor. It wasn’t enormous or extravagant—it was cozy, filled with pieces of his past. A well-worn bookshelf stood by the window, a few framed photos sat atop a modest desk, and the faint scent of cedar lingered in the air.

“This was your room?” you asked softly, stepping in as Dick leaned casually against the doorframe.

“Yup. This is where the magic happened,” he quipped with a small grin, his eyes lighting up as he took in the familiar space.

Alfred cleared his throat, his expression neutral but his tone tinged with subtle amusement. “I’ve taken the liberty of preparing this room for both of you during your stay.”

Your head snapped up, your eyes widening. “Both of us?”

Your cheeks flushed as Alfred exited with a nod. Dick’s calm demeanor only made you more flustered, but he placed a hand gently on your back, guiding you further inside.

“See? Cozy, right?” he asked, plopping down onto the bed with an exaggerated sigh, arms stretched wide as if to claim it. “Welcome to my humble beginnings.”

You snorted, sitting cautiously on the edge of the bed. “Humble? Pretty sure this room is still bigger than my entire apartment.”

He grinned up at you, propping himself up on his elbows. “Oh, come on. You’re not giving it the full experience. This place has stories.”

“Yeah? Like what?” you asked, turning slightly to face him.

He pushed himself up fully, settling beside you and gesturing dramatically to the window. “That window right there? That’s where I made my grand escape after Bruce grounded me for trying to do a triple backflip off the second-floor balcony.”

You gasped, half in disbelief, half laughing. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, I did,” he said, his grin widening. “And let’s just say that Alfred wasn’t thrilled when he found me tangled in the ivy. Bruce was less than amused too.”

You shook your head, laughing as you relaxed a little more. “You were a menace, weren’t you?”

“A lovable menace,” he corrected, nudging your shoulder lightly.

“Debatable,” you teased, nudging him back.

The two of you fell into a rhythm, trading stories—his of daring escapades around the manor, yours of your quieter childhood memories. He listened to you with an attentiveness that made your chest ache, like he was savoring every word.

At one point, he shifted, his arm draping casually around your shoulders as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You stiffened at first, not used to the closeness, but his touch was warm and familiar, melting away the tension in your muscles.

“Comfortable?” he asked softly, glancing down at you.

You hesitated for a moment before nodding, resting your head against his chest. “Yeah,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, his hand brushing gently along your arm in slow, soothing motions. “You know, I never thought I’d bring someone here,” he admitted quietly, his voice carrying a vulnerability that made your heart tighten. “But it feels… right, having you here. Like this place isn’t so heavy when you’re around.”

The sincerity in his words sent warmth flooding through you. You tilted your head to look up at him, your eyes meeting his. “I’m glad you wanted me to be here,” you said softly, your fingers grazing his where they rested against your arm.

He leaned his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “You make everything feel lighter, even here, where it’s always felt… complicated.”

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, the room seemed to shrink around the two of you, the rest of the world fading into nothing. “I’m just happy you feel that way,” you replied, your voice trembling with the softness of the moment.

He smiled gently, pressing a feather-light kiss to your temple. “I don’t just feel it—I know it,” he said.

You stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s presence, his arm holding you close as you let the stillness settle between you.

“I like it here,” you murmured eventually, your voice sleepy but content.

Dick’s smile widened as he tightened his arm around you. “Good,” he whispered. “Because I like having you here. A lot.”———————————————————————————-

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Kabal x Reader: Usual Visit

~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Pleasure doing business with ya as always, Flash." The red eyed Aussie grins wickedly at Kabal after handing him today's cut. The fast man smirks beneath the mask, counting through his pay like a child in triumph after doing such simple allowance.

Simple tasks such as terrorizing and killing a few people for Kano due to late fees they never paid back. How unfortunate for them, but to Kabal - and definitely Kano - a job is a job.

"Don't spend it all on hooks and hookers." Kano joked before dismissing Kabal off.

"Right," Kabal scoffed with amusement. "I have better things to spend it on." Without giving Kano the chance to pretend to be interested enough to ask, Kabal dashed off in his usual abnormal speed. Far outside the clan, he runs to a big house on a hill. Thank the gods, no cars were outside, and he's willing to bet there isn't one inside the garage.

Carefully, he walks around the house to the back and knocks on a specific window.

...

You peered at the window, putting down your brush and walking to see who it was. Pushing the blinds away, you smile happily to see your masked friend. Opening the window with a little struggle, you greet him. "Kabal!" You lean over to kiss his cheek affectionately. If only you see the goofy, flustered smirk beneath his mask.

"Hey, Y/n! Doing well today?" He asks charmingly.

"Fine as usual. I don't take my medication until about an hour, so I'm not drowsy yet." You shrug with an aloof hint. But you didn't want to bring down the mood. "What did you do today? Beat any bad guys?!" Your eyes sparkled, hoping he has a cool story on how great of a hero he is.

"Ehh, just a few." Kabal says, tilting his hand side to side. "No one too powerful, but I still got a good amount of money from it." The boasting continues. You were slightly disappointed, not because there wasn't much of a story today, but-

"I thought heroes don't get paid." You murmur with furrowed brows. You folded your arms on the window frame and rested your chin, looking at him, downed.

"Well, yeah- but I need to eat too, you know?"

"I guess." You agree with the easy excuse, much to his relief.

"I've actually forgot something for you! I'll be back in not even three seconds." Kabal promises. You lifted your head up and raised an eyebrow at him. It feels like a dare.

"Really? One-"

A gust of wind flew through your hair as Kabal rushes off, your heart skipping a beat or two before he suddenly appears back with a small bouquet of flowers. He makes sure to rip the price tag off before you notice. "Sorry, a few of the petals came off on the way back." He hands his gift to you.

The flowers were still pretty nevertheless. They brought a warm smile to your face, the joy radiating from you to Kabal. "They're beautiful! Thanks!"

"No problem. Is there something else I can do for you?"

Setting your gift gently aside, you thought for a moment. "Well, father doesn't let me order food online. For awhile, I've been wanting to try that bakery from down-" You weren't given the chance to finish your sentence before he rushes off again.

Briefly he returns with a fancy bag for you. Inside was a fancy plastic box of macarons - and you knew those were pricy - along with fresh strawberries, covered in chocolate. One of your favorite treats that made you disregard sadness. "Ohh, thank you so much, Kabal. I'll go get my-"

"No need, princess." Kabal 'humbly' raises his hand. "It's my treat to treat you."

You softly coo at him before you hear the garage open. Readjusting your gown you stood up, alerted. "My dad's back. You should probably go now." You warn him. He nods and steps back.

"I'll visit you again soon, okay?"

"Okay." You smile once more. "Thank you for stopping by."

Kabal takes off before he gets caught. As for you, you hid the flowers somewhere. Before you hid your treats, you took one out to eat it before hiding it.

What an admirable hero Kabal is. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Anne Baxter (The Ten Commandments, All About Eve)—her soft, gentle voice in "all about eve", those gentle eyes with something odd behind them, the way she flips from Sweet Innocent to Viper on a dime......there was something Built Different about anne baxter, man, and it makes her so good for playing people who are Built Wrong. also one of my favorite batmen villains (her joint episode w vincent price is a delight) and of course I'm obsessed with her columbo episode where she bosses around edith head and does fabulous movie star things for no good reason. and i would be REMISS if i didn't mention her slink—oh the slink—in the ten commandments...................pardon me i must go think of sinning again

Edana Romney (Corridor of Mirrors)— Look. It is definitely a case for your discretion. Edana Romney had only one major film role and then foundered in a Britain/Hollywood that didn’t like her look. But the film she starred in was also one she CO-WROTE and co-founded a whole production company to make happen, and it is a lavish, imaginative gothic romance where she runs around in fanciful medieval gowns and has incredible eyelashes. She was also known in later years as a Hollywood hostess who had popular “twelfth night” parties, gayest of all Shakespeare plays to have a party about.

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Anne:

The prettiest murderer in that film. Just so beautifully evil as Nefertari.

Anne Baxter was part of my Bisexual Awakening. My family has a tradition that every Palm Sunday we watch The ten commandments on TV together... And starting from a very young age, I essentially developed a crushes on Anne Baxter's Nefertiri & Yul Brynner's Ramses. Dude, the woman was HOT! They both were! My crush definitely wasn't helped by the fact that Anne Baxter's costumes were a bit on the sheer side. She had a way of capturing you with her eyes, and I never understood why Charlton heston's Moses didn't just have a threesome with Nefertiri and Ramses. LOL

Her Nefertiri in The Ten Commandments was FORMATIVE TO ME. If not the hottest old movie lady, then she definitely played the hottest old movie character. if that makes sense.

Look. Listen. I only *just* discovered her on a post from the Have You Seen This Romcom poll blog. Saw she had the same last name as me and went OOH hi hello. Went to her IMdB and saw she was born in Indiana like moi. I am now even more intrigued. Been eagerly telling my partner this, and he was like "maybe you guys are distantly related?" And after 2 hrs of going down the tumblr tag + her imdb photos, I'm In Deep(tm) and I can't stop looking at her like 😍 When I go to my grandma's house, bet your ass I'm gonna check my grandpa's genealogy and see if we're somehow related. Sorry that's not really propaganda I just got real excited, esp when I saw that the submission deadline was extended (bless your soul). Narrowing down the movies where she's hottest in was Hell tyvm. I've only just discovered her, she looks gorgeous to me in every movie still I see of her gdi lol.

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Kinktober Day 8 - Fancy Dress

Full circle back to dad Price! Enjoy!~

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How you had been talked into this, you had no innate idea. You were never one for fancy get-ups; you didn’t do well in front of people, and dressing in just about anything that wasn’t issued to you by the military felt…odd. But here you were, surrounded by soft lighting, piano music, and a sea of tuxedos and ball gowns.

There was one upside to this all of course; you weren’t alone. All but Ghost, naturally for privacy reasons, were just as gussied up as you were. Soap had tried so hard to talk Laswell out of making him get fitted for his tux, but she gave him that signature look that nobody could tell her no on.

The best of all though, had to be your dear Captain. John Price was a classy man to begin with, but wow did he know how to clean up. His facial hair was neatly trimmed, not as scraggy from what you were used to seeing on the battlefield. In general, he was just as attractive covered in soot and rubble as he was dressed to the nines. 

He caught you looking several times throughout the night, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been blushing each time you tore your eyes away. There’s no way he knew…right? Granted, a fancy gig like this could be just as dangerous as the battlefield, but…no, there was no way.

“Y/N! Having a good time my friend?” You heard, suddenly. Nikolai was clapping his broad hand down onto your shoulder, cheery as can be. Your whole body jumped as you were ripped from your reverie so abruptly.

“Y-yeah, it’s…” You fought with you frazzled mind for a good answer before sighing in defeat. “I’m so shit with social gatherings like this Nik. I think I might turn in for the night.” You rubbed the back of your neck nervously; fancy parties weren’t something you signed up for when you agreed to join the task force.

“I believe the Captain has been feeling the same,” Nik said, somewhat sadly. “He has never been one for parties or big crowds. You two share that in common.”

“Huh…” you mumbled, more to yourself than to the big Russian man with you.

“You know…he could probably use a hand finding his jacket,” came Nik’s voice again. “He’s getting up in age and all you know.” You laughed softly and thanked the pilot before wandering off. As he watches you go, Nikolai doesn’t miss another figure sauntering up beside him.

“Think they’ll finally get together?” Laswell asks, a confident smirk on her face. Her and Nikolai had been trying to get you and Price together for some time now. Tonight they had tried multiple times, sadly in vain. This was their final opportunity.

“I don’t see why not,” Nik responded. “The coat closet is a rather small space. But plenty of space for them to work out their…unresolved tensions.” Slowly, so as not to make himself known, the Russian man began to follow you, hidden behind the crowds as you finally caught up to the captain and yourself. “Sorry to squeeze in with you Cap,” you chuckled, sliding into the coat room alongside Price. Your body was so close to his is was nearly suffocating. You could smell his cologne plain as day, trying not to get distracted as he told you it was fine. 

The silence was excruciating until the captain spoke up. “Saw your eyes wandering quite a bit tonight,” Price mused, no longer looking for his suit jacket. He was watching you carefully out of the corner of his eye, waiting for your reaction. “Fancy me in a suit do you? Don’t lie to me now.”

Your hand froze as you actually managed to find Price’s jacket. Had he really been paying that much attention. “I…” you swallowed the lump in your throat and cleared it harshly before you answered. “I’d be lying if I didn’t Captain. You clean up well.”

“As do you,” you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard Price’s voice so close. “But these penguin suits are getting a bit old yeah? I say we do away with them.” You were frozen in shock, but didn’t dare stop him 

You couldn’t help the pleased shiver and you felt your captain’s rough hands slip beneath your dress shirt to touch you. You bit your lip harshly to muffle your moan as you felt one hand rub over your nipple while the other slips beneath the waistband of your slacks and underwear. Your hips bucked forward the moment his calloused fingers make contact with your sex, a harsh exhale ripping from your throat.

“Shh, pup,” Price hushes, kissing along your neck. His facial hair tickles as much as it burns along your skin in the most pleasant way. “Good god you’re eager. I’ll have to get dressed like this more often hmm?” You can’t help but nod as you lean into his touch, your ass grinding against his clothed member.

“That’s it sweetheart,” And there’s that growled praise that made your knees weak. “Being so good for me, so good and quiet while everyone outside this room is none the wiser.” His words turned your bones to jelly, spun through your mind. 

Between that, the warm breath along your neck, and the pleasure revolving around your sex, you literally couldn’t hold the flood gates closed. Your climax had your knees buckling as you moan out against Price’s hand. Strong arms held you close and helped you to the floor, despite the man’s eager member still erect against your ass. 

“Very good Y/N, very good,” your captain praised, sliding his hand out from near your sex. “Take some nice deep breaths, I’ll find my jacket, and we’ll continue this somewhere more…secluded, yeah?” You nod, barely comprehending his words. You raise a shaky hand to point behind the both of you to where you had seen the man’s jacket last. Price chuckles softly. 

“Thank you sweetheart, this fancy dress is more trouble than it’s worth.”

[superbfirnacho]

Preparations

Ivy’s hooves tapped against the cobblestone street. The bustling streets of the merch’s alley were long and winding, the shops painted bright and cheerful colours that couldn’t be found in Nightmare’s twisting black marble castle, so this was a nice change of pace.

The sweet scent of sweets and cakes alike filled her nostrils as she continued trotting down the crowded streets, searching for a particular shop that sold ball gowns….

Ivy watched the pedestrians the frantically scrambled to catch the latest deals in time for the upcoming ball, noblewoman and men alike crowded around the the most expensive shops, but that’s not what ivy was here for. It was time for her to attend the first ball of this season, and Nightmare (although reluctantly) agreed for her to come. Ivy decided his reluctance was stemming from the fact he may think of her as too charming in a dress, but she didn't want that. In no scenario.

She passed a small child stuffing their face with some sort of pastry. Ivy remembered how she used to eat exactly like that when she first became the royal gardener. Being so used to snarfing down food in the forest, in fear someone or something may take it, she had stuffed as much as she could in her mouth and scampered away. It was a difficult habit to break, even when the looming threat of having food stolen away was long gone.

Ivy found herself walking up the doorstep of one of the shops, the entrance had some intricate wood carving surrounding the door and windows, the paint chipping away here and there as a sign of wear and tear.

The Shop went by the name "Agni's Attire for Monsters, Humans and creatures alike." As Ivy opened the door, a warm feeling filled her chest as she smelt the smell of fire, and warmth; a reminder of the forest in summer. The inside of the shop had colorful dresses hung up on racks neatly, the more expensive ones up for display. Ivy's hooves tapped on the mahogany floor, her eyes darting curiously from dress to dress. her ears twitched as she heard someone speak up.

"Miss? is there anything I can do for you?"

The individuals voice was smooth, almost like a calming lullaby. And When Ivy turned her head, she was met with a peculiar monster at the counter.

They were Agni, Ivy assumed, and they were unusual indeed. The were clearly some sort of hybrid, with the a deer skull for a face, and skeletal arms and as far as she could see, legs. Agni's eyelights were a light blue, and they had a small flame burning in between their twisting antlers that sat atop their head. She paused.

"I'm searching for a dress of.... lets say generous low pricing."

Ivy said sheepishly, hoping that the 600 lunarian gold coins she had saved would be enough to hopefully find a dress capable of surviving one night with her as its owner... just one night... She was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts by Agni speaking up.

"Of course miss! We have a large selection of dresses that are perfectly affordable for those folks that don't have enough money for silks and gems. All stitched by yours truly."

Agni got up and Ivy followed them, watching as they waved a hoof with puffs of magic in order to shift the racks of dresses to get those of desired pricing, eventually gesturing to a surprisingly large selection of ballgowns and dresses.

"Anything to your fancy?"

Ivy paused, there were so many beautiful dresses, may holding intricately stitched patterns and puffy frills. She thought of what would be the most eye-catching, what would everyone think of her? What would she look best in? How could she show Nightmare that she was better then him and wasn't the social runt of the litter when it came to nobles. She sighed.

"That one, may I see it?"

Ivy pointed to a light green dress, and as Agni took it off the rack, she could make out more details. The patterns stitched with glass beads resembling small leaves paired with small fabric flowers here and there. The dress was structured so the layer of fabric almost resembled large, overlapping leaves. It was honestly perfect.

"Miss, do you want to try it on?"

Agni asked with a slight raise of their brow.

"This looks about my size.... I think I'll purchase it now."

"Are you sure I-"

"I'm sure"

The thought of someone else seeing this dress and offering a higher price for it then her made her feel frustrated. Although she knew it was a reckless decision, she had a feeling this one wouldn't end in disaster.

"How much for this?"

She said with an expression that hopefully didn't give away that she may now have the funding for such and item of clothing. Agni thought for a moment.

"550 Lunarian gold, don't want any of that Solarien crap so don't try and pay with it."

Ivy nodded, a feeling of joy bursting into her soul.

"I have that, here!"

She dug around in the pocket of her dusty trousers, (which were washed beforehand) and pulled out a small sack of coins, handing the needed amount to Agni. Watching intently as finished counting and nodded.

"That's enough, miss, thank you for doin' business with me. And please take care of that dress."

"It was my pleasure."

Ivy grinned, the joyful feeling not going away. She grabbed the dress after Agni quickly bundled it and placed it in a box. This would be an amazing ball, one where she would prove herself, and rub it in Nightmare's face.

Now all that was to figure out how to dance.

[thecursedprince]

Mother Gothel Disney Designer Collection Midnight Masquerade Series Fashionably Late Limited Edition Doll -Tangled

Release Date: October 15 at 8 AM PT 🇺🇸

Price: $129.99

Mother Gothel climbs to new fashion heights with our Disney Designer Collection Midnight Masquerade Doll. Rapunzel's gatekeeper breaks out of the mould in a sparkling split hem gown with train, golden floral embroidery, sequins and draped sleeves - plus golden accessories including mask and headdress with chain-link trims. Shed a glimmer of light on your collection with this elegantly costumed keepsake.Magic in the details

Fashionably late, fiercely on point! The Disney Heroes and Villains are here to make an impression. Not even a lost invitation from a royal courier can keep them from attending the show-stopping Midnight Masquerade. The've finally arrived, and they are owning this magical moment. The blend of mystery and moonlight comes to life in this stunningly spohisticated collection. Designed by Disney artists, these dolls are adorned with intricately crafted masks, featuring iconic motifs that capture the innocence of our heroines, along with the dark deeds of our villains. This is an event for fans and collectors alike you won't want to miss. Let the drama begin!

Inspired by Disney's Tangled (2010)

Limited Edition of 3900

Includes Certificate of Authenticity

Disney Designer Collection Midnight Masquerade Series - Fashionably Late

Mother Gothel Collector Doll

Highly detailed

Poseable

Split hem gown with golden floral embroidery and sequined trims

Shimmering sheer neckline and sleeves with long draped cuffs

Train with golden embroidery in lining

Fanciful golden headdress and hand mask

Golden chain link trims

Moulded translucent heels

Finely styled hair

Rooted eyelashes

Display stand included

Comes in elegant window display packaging with ribbon ties and carry handle

Created for Disney Store

Part of the Disney Designer Collection Midnight Masquerade Series - Fashionably Late

The bare necessities

Doll: H30.5cm approx. (H33cm including headdress)

Packaging: H42.5 x W27.5 x D14.5cm approx.

Made from polyvinyl chloride (PVC), acrylonitrile butadiene styrene (ABS plastic), polypropylene (PP), polyester, and metal

Safety

Warning: Not a toy - keep away from children

Item No. 416148041773

[kipperlillyforpresident]

kipperlilly copperkettle sleep ritual headcanons

Originally, this was just going to be a collection of misc headcanons about her. But then a theme emerged, so I'm running with it.

She tries to keep a pretty firm sleep schedule - she goes to bed at 11PM and wakes up at 4:30AM. It's not as much sleep as she really should be getting, but there just aren't enough hours in the day when you've got a conspiracy to run!

She's the kind of person who has to have noise on while she sleeps. Total silence leaves her feeling anxious and on edge - and it's hard enough for her to get her brain to slow down enough to sleep.

When she was younger, she liked nature sounds (rain, the ocean, forest, etc). She'd imagine that she and her friends were going on some sort of adventure through those locales as she went to bed. Sometimes she'd get too into these fantasies and struggle to fall asleep, but that was a price she was willing to pay. She loved getting to picture the kinds of adventures that they deserved - that she deserved.

After the Mountains of Chaos, suddenly those adventures didn't seem so glamorous. She switches to plain white noise after that.

She loves the idea of fancy silk pajamas and dressing gowns, but she can never justify buying them to herself. Instead, she mainly sleeps in old tank tops and shorts.

She sleeps with a fox plushie that Mary Ann gave her once in a Secret Santa exchange. She guards this secret with her life.