#CORO PLEASE

[aegislash-logs]

Coro has snatched the Skarmory egg and is now sitting on it, he's also fluffed up.

my guy, what the hell, put it back in the pile of blankets, the weather sucks ass today.

[dailyashleighraichu]

“B-but… how…? She never had issues with food before!”

“….I knew there was a reason she wanted to lose weight…”

"I can't say with certainty as she didn't tell me, but these things can happen suddenly. One traumatic event can be all it takes for something like this to develop.”

"If you talk to her directly about this now, it may push her away further. And, if you will permit, I’d like to talk to her first on her own to better understand her mental health at the moment, and then formulate a plan for both everyone here,” he gestured around the room with two of his tails, “and also for herself. Does that sound fair to everyone?”

“I’d say that’s pretty fair.”

Coro and Taima nod in agreement. Ash still looks incredibly worried, however.

"I don’t want to lose her, Dew-!"

“I take this very seriously, as both a consulting doctor and a parent. Which is why I am going to make sure everyone knows what to do, so that Joule can begin the healing process.”

"If she needs to be hospitalized for a time, I can make sure she is well looked after with my co-workers, But I will only know how to best work with her, and everyone here, until after I assess her.”

"Now then, could you please show me where Joule is? I will speak with her now.”

"Y-yeah. Of course."

He starts to show Lucky to Joule’s room, but is stopped as Taima joins him.

"Tai...?"

"She’s not just your sister, knucklehead. I want to listen too."

Coro nods, and the twins show Lucky down the hall to Joule’s bedroom.

[mattivray]

⠀ ⠀  ⋆ ⠀ ✶ ⠀ ⠀  𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 . . . ╱ festa dos lideres ― the ungodly hour playlist . ੭

         🎤 caixa de som e instrumentos improvisados. um microfone e uma lista de espera para as rodadas de apresentações para qualquer um que se sentisse corajoso ― ou suficientemente bêbado para arriscar. matilda, willhelmina e gabriel foram chamados no microfone assim que um semideus findou sua setlist de dj. qualquer um que estivesse no acampamento a tempo suficiente sabia que o trio (e mais outros instrumentistas) formavam uma banda que quase sempre participavam das festas dentro do acampamento como atração musical. na festa dos conselheiros não seria diferente ! antes de subir ao palco, mattie foi interceptada por uma filha de afrodite que manipulou suas vestes como num passe de mágica, transfigurando o vestido longo em peças separadas; top e saia vermelhas, polainas e tênis rasteiro. era como contemplar uma líder de torcida ligeiramente embriagada.          hell, yea ― eles dariam um show.

         𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀. matilda rosenthal ( vocal e violão );

          willhelmina parrish ( guitarra e backing vocal );

          gabriel ertois ( baixo );

          filho de apolo ( bateria );

          setlist.

         001. girlfriend ٫ ໋ ( composição de avril lavigne ) i can see the way, i see way you look at me / and even when you look away, i know you think of me / i know you talk about me all the time again and again ― a timidez deu espaço para os acordes altos e frenéticos do pop/rock que tomam conta de matilda, na medida que ela passeia pela banda. antes de começar a cantar ela deixa claro que " being a feminist it's right and all, but angsty-sassy-avril can take it once or twice. "

         002. what the hell ٫ ໋ ( composição de avril lavigne ) you're on your knees / begging please / stay with me / but honestly i just need to be a little crazy ― um pedestal sustenta o microfone enquanto mattie segue para a segunda música. ela dança mais, gesticulando e refletindo com o corpo alguns atos que acompanham a letra agitada; até a ponte da música, ela já estava colada em gabriel, como se cantasse para ele os versos, então, encontra willhelmina logo em seguida, para dividir o microfone no último refrão, em coro livre com quem sabia cantar na pista de dança.

         003. complicated ٫ ໋ ( composição de avril lavigne ) why'd you have to go and make things so complicated? / i see the way you're actin' / like you're somebody else, gets me frustrated ― " i honestly love that song " foi o que matilda anunciou, antes da banda começar a tocar e ela convidar os meio-sangues a erguer as mãos e balançar de um lado para o outro, enquanto senta no centro de onde os instrumentos estão a cercando, como se estivesse no chão do próprio quarto, escutando aquela música on repeat, noite adentro. ela sorriu em todo o processo, brincando ao redor com os amigos mais próximos e se deixando encher pelo frenesi de ouvir as pessoas cantando junto com ela e a banda.

⠀ ⠀  ⋆ tag.

⠀ ⠀   @willeminas

⠀ ⠀   @ertois

⠀ ⠀   @hefestotv

[sophierequests]

nikolai lantsov

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Angst: ☾ ┃ Fluff: ♡ ┃ Hurt/Comfort: ☆ ┃ Smut: ♤

“Nikolai had been told that hope was dangerous, had been warned of it many times. But he’d never believed that. Hope was the wind that came from nowhere to fill your sails and carry you home.”

oneshots

needy and tired (poly!nikolai x reader x david) (♡) → Even with two partners, getting attention can sometimes be a bit difficult.

“And I actually need to focus right now.” he started, earning a frown from you, “Why don’t you go and annoy David? That’s why there are three of us after all.”

laughing on the outside, crying on the inside (☾) → Their relationship wasn't going to work out anyway, so why did leaving it behind feel so wrong?

“Watch where you’re going. You may be the prince’s whore, but in the end, you’re not worth more than a mere commoner. I wouldn’t be proud of being Lantsov’s mistress.” Her voice was harsh and laced with straight venom. The other Grisha gave you mocking smiles, straightening their backs and continuing to walk away, leaving you in shock.

you take my breath away (♡) → What happens to the oh so charming Nikolai Lantsov when he starts crushing on someone that - quite literally - takes away his breath?

The Squaller groaned, hauling the papers towards herself again. The two of them had been wasting their time in his sitting room for hours on end, flipping through files and files of eligible royal women that could become Nikolai’s future wife. It was hell - for both of them - but Ravka needed a queen. So as king, it was his duty to find someone that could rule alongside him.

cold feet (♡) → Right before the annual winter ball, you start getting cold feet.

“Darling, have you seen my…oh.” Nikolai entered your shared bedroom, his eyes landing on you in an instant. He could have sworn that he felt his jaw drop when he saw you. 

lay my curses out to rest (☆) → When the curses take a toll on him, he needs someone to be at his side.

“Let’s hope that the demon really is that simple-minded…” Zoya grumbled, giving you a telling nod and spurring her horse into a hasty trot. You and the twins followed.

two-parters

i want you to want me pt. 1┃pt. 2 (☾ / ♡) → The reader and Nikolai are supposed to get married soon in order to please their parents. But is marriage really the right path, when they visibly can't stand each other? Or is the apparent hate just a protective mechanism? Who knows. (I do.)

Nikolai, however, dropped his polite demeanour, once his gaze met yours. He scowled, rolling his eyes dramatically, as he watched Zoya move forward to hug you. The group surrounding him seemed to be focused on their own discussion now, completely disregarding your appearance.

the one you think about as you lie awake pt. 1┃pt. 2 (♡) → After being friends for almost her entire life, the reader never thought that her and Nikolai would ever be anything more than that. But after a new strange feeling settles between the two of them, they both have to learn how to deal with it.

The man in question chuckled, shaking his head with a grin. He sat hunched over his desk, looking over some half-finished translations, which he definitely did not write, judging by the neat handwriting on the paper. From where you were sitting, you could see every little feature that would normally be almost unnoticeable.

in the bright lilac light pt. 1┃pt. 2 (☾ / ☆ / ♡) → After Nikolai gets badly injured, the reader throws all caution to the wind to go and see him. Is there still a chance for him to survive?

You felt sick. Violently sick. At this point, you would have preferred hunching over the toilet to empty the contents of your stomach than obsessively rereading the slightly crumpled-up letter you held on so firmly. It didn't matter how many times your eyes skimmed over the neatly written lines, the words didn't magically distort and somehow create a different sentence. They stayed the exact same.

there will be rain pt. 1┃pt. 2 (☾ / ☆) → A funeral, a coronation and quite possibly another funeral.

Things between Nikolai and Vasily had been going well, great even, with the occasional bumps and disagreements. After their short-lived argument on whether or not he was to invite Fjerdan delegates to the crowning ceremony, their relationship bounced back pretty quickly. You hadn’t heard of any major arguments between them until now – the evening before the coronation.

headcanons

nikolai x reader x david dating headcanons (♡)

[aralenorimaki01]

Peacemaker

“I made a vow to have peace, no matter how many people I have to kill to get it.” – Peacemaker

Picking up where 2021’s The Suicide Squad left off, DC’s recently released series Peacemaker follows a violent vigilante who believes in achieving peace at any cost - no matter how many people he has to kill for it in the process. He was one of the members of the second Task Force X strike team sent on a mission to Coro Maltese.

In response to the immense fame of the character, I think we desperately need a decent Peacemaker CC outfir on our Sims 4 games.

Sophisticatedly converted with striking likeness of Peacemaker’s appearance, this CC outift features a helmet.

Be sure to pick up the fantastic Peacemaker The Sims 4 CC outfit now to add to your proud DC collection!

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[kogameh]

CORO ONLINE FINALLY GOT TO DUEMA FE FINALE SO PLEASE READ DUEMA FE (PLEASE READ DUEMA FE)

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VENEZUELA: VENEZUELAN DETAINEES’ LIFE AT RISK

Emirlendris Benítez is a 42-year-old mother and tradeswoman who was arbitrarily detained in August 2018 and subjected to torture. Guillermo Zárraga is a 59-year-old engineer and former oil industry unionist arbitrarily detained in November 2020 and tried for crimes for which there was no evidence. They both suffer from grave health conditions, because of acts of torture, in Emirlendris’ case, and inhumane prison conditions. Both individuals are currently unfairly detained in prisons under the responsibility of the Minister for Penitentiary Affairs. We call on her to protect their lives and health and ensure they receive immediate and adequate medical attention

Emirlendris Benitez is a Venezuelan mother, sister, and tradeswomen. On 5 August 2018, Emirlendris was arbitrarily detained on fabricated grounds. Authorities falsely linked her to acts of violence committed against high-profile political leaders in Venezuela; an accusation for which there is no evidence and which she has consistently stated that she had no part in. In custody, she was subjected to torture while pregnant. A few weeks after her arrest, she was forcibly transferred to a medical facility and her pregnancy was terminated without her knowledge or consent. The torture she was subjected to left her needing the long-term use of a wheelchair for mobility. In 2022, she was sentenced to a 30-year prison sentence by a partial and politically motivated court. Emirlendris should have never been detained, as it is believed the charges are politically motivated. Furthermore, the draconian sentence against her should be revoked and she must be immediately released.

Guillermo Zárraga is a Venezuelan engineer who worked as an operator technician for Petróleos de Venezuela S.A. (PDVSA, the Venezuelan state-owned oil company) at the Cardón Refinery in the Catalytic Complex located in Coro, Falcón state. He was also a leader in the Sindicato Único de Trabajadores (Unique Workers' Union) within that organization. On 14 November 2020, at 3:00 am, he was detained at his home by officers from the General Directorate of Military Counterintelligence (DGCIM). According to the indictment by the Public Prosecutor's Office, he has been accused of providing national security information to an American man who had been arrested in September and was believed to be a CIA agent attempting to sabotage the oil industry complex. In addition to his role as a union leader, Guillermo Zárraga had been photographed with Juan Guaido, a prominent opposition leader. This photograph was included as part of the accusation, serving as evidence of Zárraga's alleged intention to support the sabotage. Despite the fact that Nicolás Maduro’s government has released the alleged CIA agent, Guillermo Zárraga remains arbitrarily detained.

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[circa-specturgia]

Fratricidium

A discussion of sacrifice, brotherhood and, love. This one’s a late scene in the plot, towards the end of the story, calm before the storm. I haven’t introduced Alix before, but, I plan to write another scene in which Cas and Alix meet for the first time, which would be fun to write after seeing their relationship in this light as well.

TW // Discussion of death, fratricide, the act of killing a sibling, or individual of a equivalent relationship. Note, no actual death occurs in this scene

“Please never do that again.”

His voice had spoken in their head a few moments ago, echoing ever so slightly when it had, now silent.

Cas stood silently at the far end of the hall, barefoot on the solid obsidian floor, which reflected the room in a perfect mirror, glassy, polished to perfection. His long black robes suited him a bit too well, simultaneously fitting him, and making him seem like someone else entirely to Alix’s eyes, unfamiliar. As he turned, they caught the wind from the sea, where the walls of the low-ceilinged hall opened into a veranda overlooking the water.

“Sorry, I won’t. I just…” Cas began before sighing, looking out to the dark waves that stretched into the horizon, unruly hair whipping in the breeze. “I needed to talk to you.”

They walked closer, the volcanic stone beneath their feet uncomfortably silent. The cold wind whistled in their ears as they came to stand next to him. They could recognize the golden shape he was fidgeting with. The tip of the godkiller spear. Nadir Keihäs, V had called it. His fingers would blacken and smoke as he ran his thumb across the etched design, turning it over in his fingers which healing momentarily, the wind carrying off all ash.

They raised an eyebrow to their friend, trying not to show their discomfort in noticing his eyes a molten pool, irises shifting between a deep brown and glowing divine gold.

“He’s… not listening, is he?”

The young man paused for a moment at this, turning to look at them with a look of mild confusion, before letting out a sigh of realization, waving tiredly to his eyes.

“No, no, that’s just me. It’s just us.” He reassured, before gesturing to the room, robes furling in the breeze. “I’ve managed to meditate him out. This place helps. Like on Coros.”

V had led them here when they’d first arrived, mentioning it’s property of being ‘hidden’ as he put it, the gold pillars on the walls etched with shifting symbols and sigils, the obsidian being a void of power.

Cas opened his mouth to speak again, before closing it again, eyes fixated on the ink black sea crashing against the cliffs, not meeting his friends gaze. They listened to the silence together for a moment. It reminded Alix of the quiet of the library, broken only by their friend’s questions and the turning of pages, replaced now by a gentle hum of antiapotheosis and crashing waves.

“You’ve been thinking on how to say it.”

“Yeah.” He finally managed to bark out an anxious laugh, before a grim smile shut his lips, even that fading within a second, carried off with the ash of his fingertips.

“If things don’t go— If he manages to...”

“Cas. I know.”

“Thanks.” He looked at them, and in spite of their eyes being so unnatural, the look in them was so human, so Cas. That comforted them.

“I don’t get it, though. Why not Ciro?” They asked, after another brief pause.

Cas didn’t meet their eyes, but they could tell he knew the question had been coming. He knew what they really meant. ‘Why me?’ They knew the answer.

Turning on his heel, Cas stepped back into the chamber, kneeling at a piece of black fabric that had melted into the floor so perfectly Alix had failed to notice it lying there. With a careful movement, the man unfolded its sides, revealing the hilt and shaft of the Nadir Keihäs. With a simple motion, he affixed the spearhead, running a hand over its length and muttering a command. As he stood, the spear hovered just below his extended palm, turning slowly in the air as he faced them again.

It was an odd thing, not quite so physical as it looked, a property to it that couldn’t be seen. The gold etched design was all gold, yet not uniform, with different shades and patterns across its length, its tip once simple, then again a complex figure, a crescent, blade, a— it hurt to look at… No, rather, it hurt to think about too thoroughly. V had called it a conceptual weapon, something more abstract than physical, tethered to reality, and while it had fascinated them initially, the way that looking at it echoed the word ‘spear’ in their head over and over, it unsettled them.

Running a smoking finger up the shaft, Cas’ eyes glowed, brown overpowered by gold momentarily before returning to an equal mix, and then tipping to his natural shade.

“Ciro’s too kind. I think he’d…” He began, before stopping, staring at the floor, and starting again. “I know he’d hesitate. I can’t give him that opportunity.”

He said it like even the word him was a bitter taste on his lips, squaring his jaw for just a moment. Alix had noticed he’d started to avoid using his name altogether.

“Tamara would never agree to it and try and find another way. Mask- I don’t even want to consider.” He continued shakily, choking up a bit. “Cyril and Adira, I think they’d both do it. If it came down to it. But—”

“But they wouldn’t be able to live with themselves after.” They finished for him, much to Cas’ gratitude, as he gave them a look.

“This is why I knew that I could talk to you about it.” He smiled weakly.

“Because I’m heartless…?”

“Because you have the biggest heart.”

Alix paused for a moment, stunned. The breeze picked up, cool mist spraying their face.

“I...”

“You, you love so, so much.” Cas paused, unable to meet their eye. He waved a hand around, apparently still struggling with the words, as though trying to grasp them from thin air, make them materialize. “To let me go so no one else has to, to—”

His voice broke, an anguished, strangled noise.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, just barely above the wind. “I know what I’m asking of you. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

In a rush, they grabbed his robes, pulling him in, as he broke down, repeating it quietly. They still had to stand on their toes to hug him. He still had that scent of Lavenda and woodsmoke, just like always.

It took a minute before he stopped shaking, standing up straight again as Alix held them at arms length. They reached a hand to his cheek, brushing tears from his eyes with a thumb, as he gave a sigh, finally meeting their gaze. Pure dark brown on vibrant purple. They didn’t need to say anything more.

“I’ll do it. For you, brother, I’ll do it.”

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed ✨

[reiikyun]

hey ik with everything going on its really stressful but i just want you to know a lot of us do care about you. i totally understand u leaving the coro community if u want to but please stay safe and take care of yourself. you didnt deserve this.

I wanted to hold off on answering this until I was in a better place mentally but thank you. I know it's just a single anonymous message but holding onto this in my inbox helped me a lot.

I'll be continuing to post art here, my private twitter and my locked tiktok account. Friends are welcome to ask and follow said-private twitter if they like - at some point I may make a bluesky account too.

Thank you truly for reaching out to me when I needed it

[limbushusbandry]

My k coro hong lu refuses to stay in one place for more then two minutes, somehow even in his sleep he moves without waking up, help.

He is understimulated please give him more enrichment before he sets your house on fire

[amamesuavecito]

Alguien más que no duerme

Escucho el taconeo firme de pasos que suben o bajan escaleras, pisadas que van y vienen. No escucho voces, solo murmullos y zumbidos. El ruido se va desvaneciendo pero jamás se termina; es como un coro en el que las voces se van superponiendo en distintos matices de armonías. Son las primeras horas de la noche y hace calor. Camino por la calle 37 desde la avenida 9 hasta Broadway. Son pocas cuadras pero oscuras; no hay bares ni restaurantes en esa parte de Chelsea, solo basura y hombres durmiendo en la calle. Algunos se masturban y el sonido es como el de dos manos débiles intentando aplaudir. Escucho mis pasos por la calle 37: son largos y rigurosos. A veces me prendo un cigarrillo, a veces prefiero no evidenciar mi presencia y camino mordiéndome la comisura de los dedos hasta sentir que sangran y encontrar el sabor a herrumbre, que es el mismo que hay en la escalera de la parada de subway de Greenpoint Avenue. Sigo mi camino, doblo en Broadway. Atravieso Union Square. Podría entrar a la estación, sentarme en paz en algún vagón parcialmente vacío de la línea L, cerrar los ojos hasta Lorimer St y ahí cambiar a la G hasta Metropolitan Avenue, mientras escucho los timbres, las puertas que se cierran y se abren, la voz encantadora del señor que dice «stand clear of the closing doors, please». Podría, pero prefiero caminar unas cuadras más y pasar por Astor Place. Me gusta esa callecita tomada por personas vociferando y mozos apilando platos y cubiertos. Todo se vuelve una especie de música. No es propiamente música, son ruidos. La noche está llena de ellos y son, en términos de sonidos permanentemente evocables, únicos y a la vez iguales. Por ejemplo, el paso apremiante de ratas o comadrejas en apuros, que cruzan pastizales en el campo y corren detrás de —o escapando de— quién sabe qué alimaña no es muy distinto al de aquellos bichos en la ciudad. Aunque esas zancadas en el campo se sientan por el mullido ruido del fardo o los pastizales y acá sobre charcos de agua y cemento, hay algo que los reúne: la urgencia, la huída. Hay dos recuerdos que tengo de la noche cuando era niña. Uno es en el campo, cuando me atemorizaba el fantasma del farol, una luz que, decían los lugareños, aparecía de noche flotando en el campo. También decían que no debíamos temerle, porque el fantasma estaba atrapado entre los vidrios de un candil. Pero las veces que la vi, a lo lejos, tuve tanto miedo que no pude dormir. Y en esas noches de insomnio recordé siempre una misa del padre Gabriel a la que había ido con mi madre, que decía:

Entonces San Francisco de Asís dijo: Alabado seas, mi Señor, por el hermano fuego, por el cual iluminas la noche, y es bello y alegre y vigoroso y fuerte. Y es por esto que debemos alabar a nuestro Señor con humildad: por haber creado la lumbre; por habernos dado el amanecer después de la oscuridad. Por sus llamas que, con pasión y vehemencia iluminan Su creación.

Pensé, entonces, que el fantasma del farol era una creación de Dios para alumbrar la oscuridad. Pero ahí vino mi padre a explicarme que esa fosforescencia no era ni un fantasma ni algo celestial: era un efecto producido por la descomposición de materias orgánicas sobre el suelo, es decir, cuerpos de animales muertos. Aquella interpretación me resultó mucho más repulsiva. Recuerdo haber tenido la sensación de haber llegado a mi primer descubrimiento, pero a mi padre no le gustaban esas ideas, entonces prefirió que pensara, ya no que creyera sino que, efectivamente, supiera, viera, entendiera que se trataba de carne en descomposición. La espera de la línea G en Court Sq. es verdaderamente penosa. Un hombre se pone a blasfemar pero no lo entiendo porque está borracho, aunque distingo perfectamente las palabras God, fuck y shit. Señala las vías del tren. No hay nada en las vías, salvo ratas que, a esta hora, pueden caminar por los tirantes sin arriesgar ni un pelo de su bigote. Me subo al tren. El hombre golpea la puerta y grita algo ininteligible que luego, como si se presentara ante mí una revelación, resultó ser «screw you, bitch». Me pregunto si logré escapar a tiempo o si la borrachera lo había acobardado tanto como para insultarme desde la plataforma de la estación mientras mi tren se iba. Es solo una parada hasta Greenpoint Ave El calor agobiante, el viento que arde, el olor a herrumbre (¿o será sangre?) me saludan como una hilera de marineros al capitán.   El edificio en el que vivo tiene tres pisos y no tiene ascensor. Se puede subir al techo si tenemos cuidado y caminamos por las vigas. Subo al techo bastante seguido y veo, frente a mí, del otro lado del East River, una infinidad de luces. Pienso en que hay alguien más que no duerme. Muchos más no duermen. Imagino qué pensarán o si estarán pensando en lo que hay de mi lado, aunque yo dejé las luces apagadas. Entonces me enciendo un cigarrillo. La brasa parece ser lo único que ilumina cerca de mí. No hay luces en este barrio, solo las de neón de la pizzería Triangolo, en la esquina. Levanto el cigarro y lo pongo a la altura de las luces de la gran ciudad. Entrecierro un ojo para enfocar, acerco y alejo el cigarrillo hasta que la brasa tiene el mismo tamaño que una ventana de las del otro lado. En ese momento pienso que algo me incomoda de lo cercano y algo de lo remoto. Algo sobre lo luminoso y la fe.

[falcon94ssy]

Hi, I’ll like to ask something spoilerish if possible please? In the anime Shobu switched his shirt from purple to red because he burned the original, is there any such thing in the manga or is it just permanently changed with no explanation?

Wow, first Duel Masters ask on my blog!

Hello new friend! I have exciting news to announce meanwhile I can answer your question~Starting from today (August 12), in order to celebrate the new Win arc, Japanese version of each Duel Masters arc will be available to read FREELY for 1 week🎉

This week you can read the Shobu arc, Shobu’s shirt has been purple except Volume 15:

And during Fighting Edge (FE), his shirt has been changed to orange:

In Star Cross (SX), dark blue stripes can be found on the shirt.

Thank you for your ask, I will put the link of Coro Coro of manga link in the reblog, have a nice day :D

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: VTG Signed Coro Coat of Arms clip on earrings Gold tone Red white, Blue 1950’s.

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