#handmade showcase

[merakisphere]

Every small business wants you to know this hack! Starting a small shop is all about finding good materials and infusing it with every ounce of creativity and passion in your soul to create something truly wonderful.

Take for example this simple use of wire and beads, to create my own version of these Folding Galaxy fidget toys; devices that can be worn as a bracelet, used as a hair accessory, displayed as an ornament and enjoyed as a fidget toy.

Thank you for taking the time for browsing my handmade pieces. I hope it brings a smile to your face, everyday.

Find my Fidget Galaxies on Etsy: https://www.etsy.com/listing/876245515

my Etsy Shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/MerakiSphere

Song: Gameboy Color by Drax Project

[themandalabloom]

Someone told me that fidget toys would never succeed long-term. I guess it kinda makes sense that the target audience for fidget spinners lost interest in them so quickly... as these 3D wire mandalas shared the same fate back in the early 90's.

❗️Giving Away this Fidget Bloom to one random commenter/reblogger! Winner chosen on Sunday! PS: What should I name this funky pink colour? Suggestions welcomed!

However, this is different now cuz it can do more than just fidgeting. My handmade fidget blooms are great for wearing as a bracelet, hair bun cage, fairy trap, ornamental piece, desk toy, and more. Multi-functional for everyday use.

New silver styles are available on my shop thanks to endless requests for silver! Just search Meraki Sphere on Etsy, or visit this link:

[shadowthedragoncat]

Made a little thing to showcase some of my plushies I made :3

based on those other memes, usually about OCs or art pieces

Heres the template if you want to use it! You don't have to credit me but if you want to just link back to this post or reblog this post with your version or whatever you want to do

[cru5h-cascades]

At long last, this week-long endeavor is finally complete! Yup, instead of writing the first actual chapter of Calamity Circus (don't worry I'm gonna make chapter 1 tomorrow >wo), I've been working on a super detailed dedf1sh plush!

Here are some pics of them at different angles:

Also...

I made their cap and headphones removable! If I had enough materials (and patience) I would have put Acht's eyes underneath their shades and made the shades removable as well, but I wasn't quite sure how this was gonna turn out so I didn't.

I used whatever materials I could get my hands on for dedf1sh (primary felt), which explains why their headphones have that diamond texture (I didn't have any gray fabric so I improvised and used some shiny material from some jeans my mum cut up some time ago). But yeah! I'm pretty happy with how this turned out! I'm even considering making a plush version of Paul for the hell of it lol but idk. I didn't use a specific pattern for any aspect of plushf1sh's design I just knew what to do. I had a clear vision and I followed through on it.

[catgirl-or-furry]

As someone who does pottery but doesn't like making things that won't be put to use somehow, I'm opening applications for plant friend. I'm not great at pottery, but that gives my pots charm. And whatever my skill, I know what's practical.

TIP:

This holiday season, if you know someone who likes house plants,

DON'T

get them a houseplant. DO NOT.

instead, get them a NICE, MEDIUM-LARGE, AESTHETIC, BOTTOM-DRAINING, INDOOR

POT.

that is what they want. that is what they dream of. ok? thats what will be most useful and appreciated. in fact, if you can, get them a CUTE MATCHING SET. OF POTS!!!! NOT PLANTS, POTS!!!!!!!!

they may be more excited initially about the plant. that is true. but a pot is a gift that they will go home and use to upsize one of their already beloved houseplants, and every time they look at it they will remember how much they appreciate you.

HOUSEPLANT:

- they already have so many

- needs to be watered

- takes up window space

- comes in a pot thats already too small, needs to be upsized, costing money

- can die

AESTHETIC POT

- lets them care for an existing plant they own

- they will be grateful every time they see it in their home

- does not take up window space not already occupied by a plant

- can be wrapped without dying or spilling dirt everywhere

[sktthemes1]

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[kanemedicalaesthetic]

Bluerock Gallery | A Hidden Gem in Diamond Valley

Bluerock Gallery, located in the charming town of Black Diamond, Alberta, serves as a vibrant cultural hub for art lovers in Diamond Valley and beyond. Established to showcase the creativity of local and regional artists, the gallery offers a diverse range of artworks, from paintings and sculptures to photography and jewelry. Whether you're an avid art enthusiast or just looking for a unique piece to adorn your home, Bluerock Gallery offers an inspiring experience for all visitors.

Celebrating Local Talent

Bluerock Gallery takes pride in supporting local and regional artists, offering them a platform to share their work with the community. The gallery regularly features a wide variety of artists, many of whom draw inspiration from the natural beauty surrounding Diamond Valley. From breathtaking landscapes to abstract pieces, the artwork reflects the diversity and richness of Alberta's artistic landscape. The gallery is not only a place to view art but also an opportunity to meet the artists themselves during exhibitions and events.

Diverse Range of Artworks

Bluerock Gallery is home to an impressive collection of diverse art styles and mediums. Whether you're interested in contemporary abstract pieces, traditional landscapes, or sculptural works, you'll find a variety of options to suit your taste. The gallery features:

Paintings: From oil and acrylic paintings to watercolors, Bluerock Gallery offers a wide range of styles and subjects. The focus on both local and international artists allows for a unique blend of contemporary and traditional artworks.

Sculpture: The gallery showcases stunning sculptures created by talented artisans. From intricate figurines to larger-than-life works, the sculptures on display offer a compelling mix of abstract and realistic forms.

Photography: Bluerock Gallery features striking photographic works that capture the breathtaking landscapes of Alberta, as well as portraits and conceptual pieces. Photography lovers will find a range of visual styles, all with a deep connection to the province’s natural beauty.

Jewelry and Ceramics: In addition to traditional fine art, Bluerock Gallery offers a curated collection of handcrafted jewelry and ceramics. Each piece is unique and designed by skilled artisans, making them ideal for gifts or personal collections.

Engaging Exhibitions and Events

Bluerock Gallery is known for hosting a variety of exhibitions and events throughout the year. These events provide visitors with the opportunity to view new works, meet the artists, and learn about the creative process behind the art. Regular exhibitions feature solo shows, group displays, and themed events, making every visit to the gallery a new and exciting experience.

The gallery also hosts workshops, art talks, and interactive events that engage visitors in the artistic process. These events foster a sense of community and offer both art lovers and newcomers the chance to deepen their appreciation for the arts. Whether you're attending an exhibition opening or participating in a hands-on workshop, Bluerock Gallery is a place where art comes alive.

A Relaxed and Inviting Atmosphere

The atmosphere at Bluerock Gallery is warm, welcoming, and designed to provide an enriching experience for all visitors. The gallery’s spacious layout and thoughtfully curated exhibitions create a peaceful environment that encourages exploration and reflection. The staff are knowledgeable and friendly, always available to answer questions or provide insight into the artwork on display. Whether you’re looking to purchase art or simply enjoy the beauty of the gallery, the space is designed to make you feel comfortable and inspired.

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In addition to showcasing fine art, Bluerock Gallery offers a variety of handcrafted items that make for perfect gifts. From custom-made jewelry to small sculptures and pottery, the gallery features unique pieces that are sure to delight those seeking one-of-a-kind gifts. Whether you're celebrating a special occasion or simply want to treat someone to something unique, Bluerock Gallery is the perfect place to find that special something.

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Conclusion

Bluerock Gallery is a must-visit destination for art lovers in Diamond Valley and beyond. With its diverse collection of artworks, regular exhibitions, and commitment to supporting local artists, the gallery is an essential cultural institution in the region. Whether you’re in search of a unique piece to add to your collection, want to attend an engaging event, or simply wish to appreciate the beauty of local art, Bluerock Gallery offers an unforgettable experience for all visitors.

[townpostin]

Pre-Durga Puja Fair Showcases Handicrafts in Jamshedpur

Two-day event at Telco Sabuj Kalyan Sangh supports women entrepreneurs and charity Jamshedpur women’s group Samriddhi organizes handicraft exhibition to aid poor children and elderly. JAMSHEDPUR – A two-day Pre-Durga Puja fair and handicraft exhibition, organized by women’s group Samriddhi, is being held at Telco Sabuj Kalyan Sangh on August 17th and 18th. The event aims to support poor children…

[lightdeficient]

90s Motel Set (Maxis Match Build/Buy CC!)

This is a build set I really wanted for my own gameplay as I was building a motel. It has items that not only suit the old motel style, but also look good in most homes. I spent a lot of time fine-tuning this set, and I think it turned out great in the end!

The objects are low-mid poly, handmade, and come in all EA wood swatches so they should match lots of other items in the game. They also have a basic white and black swatch without any wood grain. Not showcased is also a curtain rod to make the curtains modular, they are also designed to look mostly seamless in their patterns when placed next to each other.

Download (Patreon, Early Access until 12/01)

10 New Assets are included in this set!

Comfort: Dreamy Discount Bed, Just-a-Chair.

Decoration: Breeze Curtain (+ Rod), Frill-Seeker Lamp, Room Service Telephone.

Surface: Roundabout Dining Table, Everyday End Table, Plain and Practical Dresser.

Floor: 90s Motel Carpeting.

Enjoy!

[custom3dcards]

47 days till #christmas so here’s another #showcase it’s #bewear . What do you think?

[allisonwonderland1964]

"Welcome to the Circus" Watercolor and black fine point marker pen on canvas

[merakisphere]

I will make these for as long as people keep ordering them! :)

If you're young, then you probably haven't seen one of these before. These are classic fidget toys, which can be manipulated into different shapes and be enjoyed as a bracelet, ornament, and fidget toy. :)

[dreamsteddie]

I'm obsessed with The Price is Right and therefore I think that Steve is obsessed with the Price is Right also.

He watches the reruns on weekends and loves the days when he's sick (or pretending to be sick) and he can watch it on the living room couch when he's in high school. When he graduates he tries to get all his shifts to start after 12:00 even if it means he has to close.

He loves watching and judging people's fashion and hair choices. He does all his own shopping so he's pretty good at guessing prices and scoffs when people make stupid guesses. He's convinced himself that there's a technique to spinning the wheel to guarantee the best results.

When he gets together with Eddie the other man is incredibly indeared by Steve's love for the show. He loves the days when he gets to stay home with Steve in the mornings and watch him watch The Price is Right. He thinks it's funny how heated he can get about it like it's a sports game. He delights in bugging Steve when it's on, asking him questions really loudly right in the middle just so Steve will give him that annoyed leave me alone look that scrunched up his eyebrows.

It's also what gives Eddie the confidence to start bringing Steve back to the trailer instead of holing up in the otherwise empty Harrington house. Wayne is similarly in love with the Price is Right and since he usually works 4 10s over the weekends he has three mornings a week completely available to watch every week. The two days a week he does have work he just waits up after his shift lets out at 8 eating "dinner" and trying to keep himself awake enough to catch it at 11. Half the time he passes out in the armchair.

Eddie takes Steve back to the trailer one night and invites him to stay the night and passes out with a grin on his face thinking about his two favorite people in the world meeting tomorrow. Eddie wakes up to an empty bed and scrambles out into the living room to the happy sight of Wayne and Steve talking about unfair Take Two is like they've known each other for years instead of a couple of hours at most.

Eddie makes them all box mix pancakes and takes the last of the mostly empty coffee in the pot for himself. He bangs the big pan down loudly on the counter just to get a rise from the two on the couch and turns his back to hide his smile when they grumble at him to keep it down.

Eddie takes Steve with him on a seemingly impromptu road trip to California. Supposedly it's to scope out what kind of metal scene can be found there but the real reason is to take Steve to wait in line to audition to be in the audience of his favorite show and get a chance to play. Steve is so excited and also incredibly annoyed with the surprise. He complains about not being able to pick out his best outfit and only lets up when Eddie assures him several times that he looks fantastic.

Steve, of course, handsome as he is gets pushed through with no fuss and Eddie gets to come with him as a companion. He goes on and on about how much smaller the set is than it even looks on TV and how excited Wayne is going to be. He whispers in Eddie's ear about people's silly handmade shirts and all the people wearing suits when it's gotta be almost 80 degrees in there. Eddie just knows that the camera is going to be panning over his boyfriend as much as it can. He's going to be great for ratings.

Steve ends up getting called down and makes the closest bids on a pair of his and her watches that he's going to split with Robin. Eddie can see his eyes light up as he banters with Bob, cool as a cucumber, the bastard. He gets a nice recliner that will definitely be replacing the old, sagging one that Wayne uses now in the Clock Game and barely misses out on the second prize of a fancy game table that the kids are definitely going to bully him about. When it's time to spin the wheel he holds out on a 75 and goes to the showcase. He is very smug about it all.

In the end, he wins an okay showcase with a strange little toy car he's going to give to Erica to terrorize the other kids with and some ugly living room furniture he's probably going to reject. The real prize is the 55-inch color TV that's going to take pride of place in the Munson house.

At the end Eddie bitches and moans about all the space this crap is going to take up in the van and how their gas bill headed back is going to be at least twice what it was coming down, but he can't really feel too put out with how happy Steve looks.

Back at their hotel room, Steve tackles Eddie into the bed and thanks him profusely for doing all this for him. No one has ever gone out of their way to make him happy quite like Eddie has, and they both can't wait to get back to Hawkins and wait for their episode to air. Eddie is already planning to coordinate with the kids to get them to record a couple of VHS for them to keep.

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Now with some Extras!

[yandere-sins]

A singer going yandere for their biggest fan. In an industry of fake smiles, fake praise and fake people, their love for the singer was the only real thing. The way their eyes would sparkle with joy as they’d hand over their lovingly handmade gifts at meet and greets, it tugged at the singer’s heart.

A love so pure, so real that they want to keep it all to themselves.

"Underneath Your Clothes" by Shakira playing in the background, lol! Thank you for requesting ♥

Warning for Yandere and all it entails, Violence (Murder on screen, Description of deadly wounds)

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A trophy room was usually reserved for, well, trophies. Shiny, useless things that were precious, important, expensive. Everyone defined them differently, but typically, it was a room that was intended to be showcased at gatherings. To have friends and acquaintances ooh and aah at the glorious collections, green from envy as they wished to own just as grand of an exhibit of precious things of their own.

Wasn't it strange that there was this one locked door at the most popular singer's house? An empty room that "Grey" waved off as unimportant whenever someone asked them about it? Their trophies and records were displayed throughout every inch of the massive villa they owned. Yet, there was a room that was completely empty and unoccupied?

Grey's parties were grand, splendid even. With the creme de la creme of rich people and celebrities taking part. Mingling and dancing, enjoying food that cost more than an apartment while drinking alcohol that was worth as much as a car. Nobody cared about the cost, only for the connections they were able to make, the photos being taken, and how it showed them belonging to the "best" that the human race had to offer.

They only cared to know the host better when it looked good on their social media or brought them an invite to another exclusive party. Conversations rarely progressed beyond a quick 'hello' and 'bye'. Grey didn't remember their names or faces. They couldn't keep up with the always-changing makeup trends and operations that quickly distorted the people they met, leaving no trace of recognition behind.

They were used to it, really. When they started their career, they could only hope to get as far as they had. To amass the amount of fans and money that loved their music. Loved them. But despite knowing how lonely it would be at the top, it never ceased to amaze them how terribly fake and superficial all their relationships were now. Family that only called for favors, friends that couldn't care less about Grey but all the more about riding on Grey's fame. No one cared about what they did when the lights were turned off. No one asked how they felt or if they needed help. Everyone only wanted to see the glamour and glory Grey had amassed in all this time.

Or the scandal.

"Great party!" their manager cheered, patting Grey's shoulder as he congratulated the singer for pulling off yet another celebration for the ages. One that would be remembered as much as the first song they played on the streets. One that the record label deemed "too simple" to include in their albums. The next party would wash away all the extravagance and money invested in this one, creating an eternal cycle of bigger and better to fulfill the superficial needs of those at the top.

"But hey, listen." Swinging his arm around their shoulder, their manager closed the distance between them. His grip was sweaty, grimy hands clutching onto Grey's body. The smell of alcohol wafted from his mouth as he whispered into their ear urgently, still thinking he was so important in their life, even after the paparazzi caught him sleeping with some unimportant celebrity, which caused a huge scandal, big enough for the label to want to fire him the morning after this party.

"People keep gossiping about your little room. They've been assuming all the worst things about—sex dungeon, drug den, you keeping a slave in there." Grey's manager snorted, chuckling as if he had just made an excellent joke. "I think it would be really good if you'd clear up the misunderstanding, you know? Can't risk your reputation being sullied by rumors, right?"

"Fuck off with that shit."

Annoyed, Grey pushed off their manager's arm, setting down their wine glass on the kitchen counter before glaring at him.

"Woah, there! No need to get feisty, alright? I'm just sayin'! I'm just looking out for you!" their manager immediately backpaddled, knowing better than anyone else how much the beloved singer hated questions about that room. It had been their one condition in all of their career. The one thing they asked for to belong only to them and no one else, regardless of what anyone said or wanted. No one was to go in or out, except them.

The manager took a big swig from his own glass before giving them a consolidating smile and walking off, but Grey heard him mutter "bastard" once his back was turned, and they rolled their eyes, glad he'd not be a problem anymore by the next day. Some girls passed by them, and they smiled, the same fake, accommodating smile everyone received from them. Nobody was worth the trouble of actually showing their real smile. It made the celebrity fans giggle and freak out quietly, proofing it was enough to still their lust and desire for Grey. It was so easy to play the part of the favorite singer, the blessed voice.

It was harder to just be 'them'.

Their eyes fixed on the clock on the wall. 01:47 am, it had gotten much too late. They promised to come back before midnight, but networking and keeping up the facade had taken much longer than they anticipated. When will they leave? they wondered quietly, anxiously playing with the rim of their glass while leaning against the kitchen counter.

No words could describe how much Grey hated these parties. They just never ended, and some people always stayed, sleeping off their hangover. All they wanted was some peace and quiet. To rest their head in your lap, nuzzle their face into your thighs while you made these adorable squeaks that you always made when they touched you. Their sleep had improved so much ever since you came to live with them, but because of their damn reputation, they still couldn't live the way they wanted with you. Openly. Lovingly.

No one would notice if I left, right? they thought, looking around the remaining party guests, all high on booze and drugs, either talking or making out. If someone with a camera snuck into Grey's home, they'd make a pretty penny from all the scandals happening at these parties. But all the expensive security Grey had paid for wasn't only good in keeping other people's secrets, but also theirs.

Careful, without raising anyone's curiosity or suspicion, Grey made their way towards the dark hallway in the back of their home. To those who raised their heads, it looked like they were going to the toilet, and they turned up the music a little louder as they passed the loudspeakers, just to make sure no one was going to hear them either.

They had never snuck away from their parties before, too scared anyone would follow. But Grey had to admit it was kind of exciting. Like a secret rendezvous with just the two of you. Surely, no one would notice that they were gone for a bit, considering how no one really cared to interact with them anyway. They were here for the luxuries and the feeling of being important, not Grey, even though they were the host.

Unlocking the door, Grey checked one last time over their shoulder that no one was watching before opening the door a gap wide and slipping inside, shutting out the music and other people by quickly closing it behind them. Deep breaths were necessary as the mix of excitement and stress made their heart beat rapidly in their chest. But their focus was quickly diverted by the lovely sounds you made through the gag.

"He-p! Hee-p!"

"Shh, shh," Grey muttered, turning towards you and closing the distance in two large steps. Kneeling before you, they cupped your face, rubbing your cheek with their thumb, feeling your soft skin beneath the leather strap of the gag. "I'm here! You did so well! You waited so patiently for me! You're such a good fan! I love you so much!"

Biting their lip, Grey couldn't help the tears from shooting into their eyes as they looked at you. Blindfolded and gagged, your hair a little tousled from struggling against the cuffs that tied you to the chair you were sitting on. Yet, you had never been prettier. Never been more theirs.

Years after years, show after show, you had come to watch them. You had been there when they were still a nobody, a street musician with no fame and money. Yes, people filled their trophy rooms with medals and animal heads, but Grey's was filled with your cards and gifts that they had collected over the years. Your sweet words and thoughtful presents had been the only thing keeping Grey sane all this time. It made them happy to know there was at least one person left who cared, stabilizing their moods so they wouldn't fall into depression or drugs like most of the other celebrities did.

It made Grey obsessed.

Obsessed with the way you grew flustered around him. How you thanked him for your shows and how you always insisted it wasn't much when you gave your presents. How your hands shook when Grey held them to thank you sincerely for your dedication to them. They were obsessed with your smile, your laugh, the sparkle in your eyes! Your emotions were real and genuine. Every one of your reactions had meaning and purpose, and it made their heart flutter like nothing else in their miserable popstar life.

Pulling the clasp at the back of the gag tightly, Grey shushed you again, their free hand on top of your thigh, massaging it reassuringly as you whined from the brief tightening of the leather. Grey couldn't control themselves as the gag slowly slipped out from your delicious, agitated lips, saliva dripping from them that Grey quickly caught with their own tongue, raising their mouth until it docked against yours, tasting these plump lips and exploring your mouth while you struggled against the restraints.

"Delicious," they sighed as they finally withdrew, not letting even a bit of your taste go to waste as they licked the gag clean as well, all while you sobbed.

"Why are you doing this?" you cried, and Grey couldn't help but feel the arousal shiver through his body hearing your lovely voice. Yes, even when scared and desperate, you sounded like an angel, the inspiration behind all their songs and the reason they kept singing, just to have a chance to see you again at the next concert. To read your online reviews and watch you interact with other fans in Grey's fan groups.

They observed you for a few silent moments, your body winding and snaking side to side to loosen the hold on your limbs like a cobra summoned by their music. You were almost like the snake in the garden of Eden, causing Grey to sin and bring you here into their sanctuary, the shrine they had created just for you. You didn't know it yet, didn't know who had kidnapped you.

It was time to free you of the fear of the unknown.

With a swift motion, the blindfold slipped down your skin, Grey watching it hungrily as it got to touch you so intimately, caressing your curves in ways they hadn't yet. But your gaze was too captivating to miss, the confusion giving way to recognition. Even the horror reflected in your eyes made their body ache for you, and they licked their lips, responding to the urge to consume you fully. So beautiful, so real, they thought as they watched your reactions. So perfect.

"Y-You?" you mumbled, and Grey's knees buckled, bringing them back to earth.

"Yes, it's me!" they chimed enthusiastically. "You have no idea how happy it makes me that you know who I am! I can't wait to spend our lives together from now on!"

"W-Why? Why are you doing this?!"

Your voice rose as you stared at Grey with a mix of revulsion and disbelief, and it made their heart ache in a very different way. "Aren't you happy?" they asked, desperate for you to match their feelings in every way. "I did this for us! Now we won't need to wait to meet at concerts; we can always be together!"

"What?! And you think it's okay to kidnap me for this? Who would even want this? I just... I--"

"It's okay," Grey chocked out, cupping your face. "You're confused. This is all so new, I get it. Look, I decorated this room specifically for you. It's how I wanted to show how much you mean to me!"

Your eyes wanted to stay on the danger before you, but curiosity got the better of you as you slowly led them around the room, watching the walls plastered with cards and gifts you had made the singer over the years. Judging by how your eyes widened, you recognized them.

"That's..."

"Wonderful? Amazing? Does it make you as happy as it did me?"

"Sick. That's sick."

"W-What?" Now it was Grey's turn to be confused. They let go of you, taking a step back as they felt faint from your comment. Your gaze was filled with so much disgust, even after seeing their lovely dedication to you, much different from how they expected you to react. "I thought you'd like it..."

"I'd like it if you untied me and let me go! It's not too late, we can still fix this, I won't even report you! I just liked your music, I didn't mean for any of this."

"B-But..."

A sudden bang made both of you jolt as a sudden light flooded the room. "Grey?!" a loud, obnoxious voice filled the sacred sanctuary of the singer, their manager stumbling inside, drunk and disheveled. "How dare you sneak off-hick!-at your own party! Everyone-hick!-is looking for you! W-Wait, whoa."

His eyes opened wide as he looked around the room, eventually falling on you, tied to a chair in the middle of it. "What the hell?" Grey's manager yelled, sobering up very quickly.

"H-Help!" you finally managed to stutter despite the surprise, and the manager straightened up, directing his gaze at Grey now and pointing a finger at them.

"You sick fuck! I knew it! I knew you had shit stains on your slate! You're so done if the media finds out you kidnap someone and keep them locked up!"

In an instant, Grey could see their world crashing and burning. All this time, they had built upon the confidence of being loved by at least one person in this world. A genuine, sincere person who adored them for who they were and not just their stage persona. They had worked tirelessly to provide more opportunities, more chances to meet and share these fleeting moments of joy with you, only to find out now, after all Grey did to bring you to them, you didn't even love him.

All his efforts had been in vain, as you didn't even recognize their love for you.

And if that wasn't worse enough, now someone found out about this obsession Grey had been harboring. Feelings that were only meant for you and them. That were too pure to be shared with the filth of this world. If word got out... if someone found out about this... they'd separate you from Grey. They'd take you away. They'd make Grey break the promise they made when they told you that you two would always be together from now on!

They couldn't allow this.

Moving around the manager that approached menacingly, trying to grab Grey while they stood on wobbly feet. Grey slammed the door shut loudly. This time, they didn't forget to lock it behind them, twisting the key just in time to slip by the manager again and lunge for the hammer on the little cabinet they had bought for your clothes. The hammer used to have the special duty of nailing your gifts to the wall, but it would be useful for something very different now.

Grey looked at you, forcing a smile on their lips as they took in your form. You were tense with fear, eyes blown wide as you spotted the hammer in their hands. You were so lovely, worrying about them even after saying all these hurtful things to Grey. Surely, you had just not been convinced of their feelings yet. Perhaps you were trying to shield them, making them choose someone else because you felt like you weren't enough.

But how could you? You were the only one for them.

"No one is going to separate us," you reassured them gently. "I won't let anyone take you from me."

And then, they struck. Without any mercy, they kept hitting the same gooey mass over and over, your screams filling their ears like a beautiful melody of their madness. Blood splattered everywhere—on Grey, your gifts, you.

"Ah, that won't do," they mumbled as they finally got up from the floor, the manager lying lifelessly on the ground. "Now he really did it. He really dared to sully you, my darling."

You shivered uncontrollably as Grey approached, bloody hammer still in their hands as they untied your footcuffs, holding your ankles to stop you from kicking. "Can't have that fucking bastard bleed all over you, sweetheart. I'll get you cleaned up in no time, and we can finally start our life together, alright? Alright."

Picking you up, Grey threw you over their shoulder, hammer clattering to the ground. You wiggled in an attempt to escape but stopped as you hovered over the dead manager's body, seeing his split-open skull and the expression of horror etched into his face. Finally, Grey thought. Finally you understand how far I'd go for you.

"I'll take such good care of you," they promised. "You'll never miss anything in your life, I swear. You just need to stay with me, and I'll make sure we'll be happy until the end of our time."

Who said trophies had to be inanimated objects that people could gaze upon?

After all, you were very alive, and Grey would never, never let anyone see you ever again.

[starmaidengarden]

HIIIIII I love your writing so much I’ve only found out about your page recently but you really did impress me! And I specifically loved the cute headcanon and I discovered your page from them so can you please make cute headcanons with Scarabia? XD

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐚 !

note : thank you so much!! I'm so glad you that you liked them!!

contexts: just some adorable headcanons about the Scarabia boys

— Kalim : Jamil : x gn!reader. no cw/tw. cute headcanons. pt4! Pic: Leo08ph on twt, dividers: uzmacchiato

Kalim Al-Asim ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ He crafts exquisite, handmade invitations to various hangouts, even though you see each other every day. Each invitation is uniquely designed, often featuring detailed drawins or personal touches that reflect shared memories. It's as if he believes that every moment spent together, no matter how ordinary, deserves a special reason to celebrate, changing ordinary days into cherished ones.

⭑.ᐟ He has an endearing habit of wanting to hold your hand constantly—literally all the time. Whether you’re strolling down a street, enjoying the peace of a quiet park, or just lounging together on the couch watching a movie, his fingers are always intertwined with yours.

⭑.ᐟ He writes songs about you, pouring his heart into every lyric. Although his voice may be a little off-key, the joy that shines from him makes it impossible not to smile. Each offbeat note carries genuine affection that melts your heart.

⭑.ᐟ No event is too small for him to want you included. If there’s a festival happening nearby, he’s already grabbing your wrist, excitement glimmer in his eyes as he plans your matching outfits. His uncertainty makes even the most ordinary outings feel special.

⭑.ᐟ When it comes to hugs, his are truly something unique. Each embrace is warm and tight, enveloping you completely. You can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest, and in those moments, the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you.

⭑.ᐟ He even surprises you with food deliveries, accompanied by handwritten notes that say things like, “I thought you might like this! Hope your day is as amazing as you are!” It’s these little gestures that showcase his thoughtfulness and make you feel incredibly special.

Jamil Viper ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ When preparing your meals, Jamil always considers your favorites, selecting ingredients that reflect your taste. He packs your lunches with care, often adding little hearts drawn in the corners of the notes, each one a lovely reminder of his love that brightens your day.

⭑.ᐟ Jamil is extremely careful to your well-being. He gently nudges you towards healthier habits with soft-spoken advice—“You didn’t sleep enough again, did you?” His voice is laced with genuine concern, making it clear that he deeply cares about your health and happiness.

⭑.ᐟ when he cooks, he occasionally hums traditional melodies, lost in the rhythm of preparing a meal. It’s a sweet little quirk of his that he’s often unaware of, until you bring it to his attention. When you point it out, he smiles shyly, a hint of embarrassment sneaking into his behavior.

⭑.ᐟ Jamil has an impressive ability to mask his emotions, so much so that he sometimes seems to forget they exist. He carries a calm exterior, but beneath that surface lies a well of feelings that he struggles to express.

⭑.ᐟ However, once he allows you a glimpse into his inner world, it’s a profound experience. He becomes incredibly intense and protective, his demeanor shifting to reflect a deep emotional connection. Soft-spoken yet emotionally charged, he reveals a side of himself that is rich and complex.

⭑.ᐟ You comfort him after he burns out from taking care of everyone but himself? You find yourself comforting him after he’s exhausted from taking care of everyone else but himself, his vulnerability glistening in the moments of honesty.

⭑.ᐟ Cuddling in his room—a safe space filled with the remnants of his dreams and a few scattered fears—he finally opens up about pursuing those aspirations. You listen as he lays bare his thoughts, the weight of his ambitions mingling with his apprehensions, and in those intimate moments, you realize just how deeply he feels.

[alderaanplacesss]

I like Emmrich and Rook the best as a couple when they’re very different from each other. He’s polite and buttoned up? She’s messy and goofy. Rook is blunt and forward? Emmrich is poetic and romantic.

I’ve had a couple in-game moments that really showcase Rook’s tendency to rile the group, and make everyone suffer her silly puns. (In reference to a giant palm sticking out of a lake: “I’ve really got to HAND it to the elves with this art. Look at this HANDmade statue everybody!”) Emmrich responds like a disgruntled teacher (“That’s quite enough, Rook!”) who is secretly amused and it’s so cute???

He’s baffled by someone blatantly hitting on him (“Was this all to impress me? Cause it’s working. 😏”), and she’s absolutely charmed by someone being so soft and gentlemanly (“You know how to give compliments at the strangest times! 🤭”). God. I love it.

I know a lot of people like the Rook-was-a-scholar/Rook was a student who matches his wiseness thing but I’m truly adoring them being total opposites.