#appendix plush

[crazysnor1ax]

Appendix the anxiety axolotl wants to know if you’ve loved yourself today :3

[lxndonorris]

the day after - Carlando

Lando Norris x Carlos Sainz Theme: Fluff (light touching) it's the day after the Australia GP and Carlos is spending the morning in bed with Lando x word count: 1325 taglist: @game-set-canet open for requests of either ships or reader fics, feel free to ask :)

The golden rays of dawn filter through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the plush hotel room where Lando and Carlos lie entwined in each other's arms. The afterath of the Australian Grand Prix still lingers in the air, the taste of champagne and victory sweet on their lips.

Carlos stretches, his hazel eyes fluttering open to meet Lando's gaze. A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he takes in the sight of his beloved, his heart swelling with affection.

Lando, wearing Carlos's Ferrari shirt, looks back at him with adoration, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Carlos's bare chest.

"Morning, champ," Lando murmurs, his voice husky with sleep but laced with tenderness.

"Morning, my love," Carlos replies, his voice filled with warmth as he presses a gentle kiss to Lando's forehead.

The events of the previous day flood back to them—the adrenaline-pumping race, the electrifying atmosphere of standing together on the podium, celebrating their victories side by side. Carlos's triumphant win, with Lando right by his side, has been a moment they will cherish forever.

But amidst the glitz and glamour of the Grand Prix, there is a quieter, more intimate celebration that unfolds behind closed doors—the celebration of their love, a love that few knew existed.

As Carlos shifts, a twinge of pain shoots through his abdomen, a reminder of the surgery he had undergone just two weeks prior. His appendix removal has been a setback, but Lando has been there every step of the way, offering unwavering support and care.

Lando's touch is gentle as he traces his fingers over the faint scar on Carlos's abdomen, his lips pressing soft kisses along the path. Carlos sighs contentedly, reveling in the warmth of Lando's affection and grateful for his unwavering presence.

"You should be resting," Lando murmurs, concern lacing his words as he gazes into Carlos's eyes.

"I am resting," Carlos replies with a playful grin, his fingers tangling in Lando's tousled hair. "With you here, it doesn't hurt at all."

Lando's gaze is filled with warmth and adoration as he looks into Carlos's eyes, marveling at the depth of emotion he finds there. He traces the lines of Carlos's face with his fingertips, committing every curve and contour to memory, as if trying to capture the essence of his beloved.

Carlos, in turn, drinks in the sight of Lando, his heart swelling with love at the tenderness he sees reflected in those beautiful brown eyes.

"I must excuse myself." Lando reluctantly peels himself from the warmth of the bed to attend to nature's call. "You just stay there," he smiles, pointing at Carlos still lying in bed.

Carlos smiles, unable to help but admire the sight before him. The way Lando's black underwear hugs his frame, accentuating every inch, sends a surge of desire corusing through Carlos's veins. The red Ferrari shirt suits him, the fabric draping over his frame in all the right places.

With a playful swagger in his step, Lando makes his way to the bathroom, the soft fabric of the shirt billowing around him as he moves. He can't deny the rush of satisfaction that washes over him, knowing that he looks good in Carlos's clothes.

Carlos's gaze lingers appreciatively on Lando's form, taking in the sight of his boyfriend strolling around inside his hotel room, wearing his clothes.

As Lando disappears into the bathroom, Carlos can't suppress the grin that spreads across his face. He feels a rush of affection for his boyfriend, marveling at the effortless charm and magnetic presence that draw him in time and time again.

When Lando returns, shirtless and exuding confidence, Carlos's breath catches in his throat. The sight of Lando's exposed torso—the play of muscles beneath taut skin—is one to behold.

Carlos's heart beats faster as he watches Lando approach, his longing evident in the warmth of his gaze.

Without a word but a knowing smirk playing on his lips, Lando slips back into bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he nestles against Carlos's side. He wraps his arms around Lando, pulling him close in a tender embrace. The warmth of their bodies pressed together, the steady rhythm of their breaths syncing in perfect harmony.

With a soft smile, Carlos runs his fingers gently through his boyfriend's hair before he brushes a kiss against his temple, his heart overflowing with love.

"You know," Carlos breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love seeing you in my clothes. But to be fair, you look just as fine without them."

Lando's cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and pelasure at Carlos's words, a shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He leans into the touch, his heart fluttering at the sincerity in Carlos's voice.

"Thanks, Carlos," Lando replies, his own voice filled with affection.

"But." Carlos's fingertips dance lightly along Lando's jawline, tracing the contours with a feather-light touch. His gaze softens with love as he leans in closer, his breath mingling with Lando's as he speaks.

"I miss your stubble," Carlos murmurs, his voice tingling with longing. "It made you look so rough, so mature."

A soft chuckle escapes Lando's lips as he meets Carlos's gaze, his heart swelling with love at the tender admission. He tilts his head slightly, leaning in to his boyfriend's touch as he savors the warmth of their closeness.

"I'll grow it back just for you." Lando breathes deeply; his voice laces with playfulness as he brushes his lips against Carlos's fingertips. "Anything to make you happy."

Lando's fingers trail softly over Carlos' chest as he smiles happily. A tender warmth spreads between them, their connection deepening with each gentle stroke.

Their tender moment is interrupted by a soft knock on the door, signaling the arrival of room service. With a reluctant sigh, Lando extricates himself from Carlos's embrace and makes his way to the door, pulling on a pair of shorts as he goes.

Returning to the bed, Lando sets the tray of breakfast delicacies on the bedside table, his eyes lighting up with excitement. Croissants, fresh fruit, and steaming cups of coffee await them—a feast fit for Grand Prix winners and podium sitters.

While enjoying their breakfast together, Lando can't help but feel a surge of affection for his beloved. With a tender smile, Lando offers Carlos a perfectly buttered croissant, atching with satisfaction as his eyes light up with delight. The sweetness of the pastry melting on Carlos's tongue, a small but meaningful gesture of love and devotion.

Next comes the fruit, each piece carefully selected and lovingly offered to Carlos. Lando revels in the simple pleasure of deeding his boyfriend, his heart swelling with pride at the sight of Carlos enjoying the breakfast.

"Thank you, love." Carlos smiles warmly, leaning forward to kiss his boyfriend.

With their stomachs content and hearts full, Lando and Carlos melt into each other's embrace once more, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

As Lando's hands trace patterns across Carlos's chest, a sense of peace settles over them, enveloping them in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.

Wrapped in each other's arms, they revel in the simple pleasure of being together, their chuckles mingling with the soft rustle of sheets and the rhythmic beating of their hearts.

Lando's touch is gentle yet possessive as he explores every curve and contour of Carlos's body, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. With every soft stroke he elicits a soft growl out of Carlos's throat.

"Feels good, huh?" Lando purrs playfully, already knowing the answer.

Carlos sighs lowly again, his breath mingling with Lando's as he nuzzles closer, seeking refuge in the safety of their embrace. "So good." He breathes against Lando's skin, sending shivers down his back. With each caress, he feels the weight of the world lift from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of belonging that only Lando could provide.

[halowishes]

march favs!

what i recommend this month <3

ships: a very sakuatsu month for me

every lover in the form of stars

t. 51k. produce 101/ idol au.

atsumu’s company sends him into pd101 and he does everything to debut. tons of references to kpop/ idol culture. i love a fic that understands AND expands on ideas like humanity, imperfection, passion, and pride. this read was profound, moving, dazzling and i loved it. what i wouldn’t give for a sequel <3

flyboy

e. 50.6k. F1 au.

f1 team principal sakusa gets sent to hyogo where he oversees a newly assembled team of rookies. and motogp champion atsumu lends a helping hand for his ex fling omi??? loved the way kiyoomi’s introspection, insecurity, and ptsd were handled in this fic. plot, world building, characters, prose. a lovely read. (and part of a series!)

there are no losers in this game

t. 4.5k. valentine’s day skts!

love is powerful enough to make THE sakusa kiyoomi an embarrassing and impulsive mess— i just know that’s right! a sneak peek into the daily lives of sakuatsu: morning tea, casual touches, work events. love and romance are in the little things <3

i’ll see you in court, motherfucker

t. 2.4k. post-op omi.

omi gets his appendix removed and finds out he has a husband? who’s incredibly hot? and sweet? and his???? such an adorable fic of insane(ly in love) sakuatsu in their married life. i love when kiyoomi is written as ridiculous and immature but only for atsumu :3

playground husband

e. 59.7k. idol atsumu x actor omi.

skts go on the reality show we got married! where they go on dates/ go furniture shopping/ do missions as husbands! the fic (like the show) is a little ridiculous, very cute, and full of fluff. although this was 10 chapters, they went by quickly! this one is for my strangers to lovers girlies (ft a hint of spice).

notte stellata

t. 20.8k. ice dancing/ skating au.

the entire ice dancing/ skating careers of sakusa kiyoomi and miya atsumu. spanning an entire 22-year story into 20k words is a feat in itself, but to write it beautifully and elegantly? that’s a damn gift. it’s amazing. if you haven’t read it, you should. definitely cried and screamed after finishing it.

generous

e. 5.1k. mid skip.

in celebration of sakusa kiyoomi’s birthday, atsumu does the absolute most to please his man❤️ mid-skip established sakuatsu is so dear to me and i just love how winterwaltz6 writes their dialogue. this was super hot and surprisingly sweet <3. obsessed with how they wrote the ldr aspects of the relationship.

after hours

e. 69.1 k. a/b/o.

more winterwaltz6 bc they’re so talented! i never thought i’d find so much joy in an omegaverse fic but this one was so different from others. office romance, developing feelings, fwb, and no angst! it’s such a good slow burn and i loved how the a/b/o traits and identities were explored <3

you never want to stop (so go)

g. 3.9k. canon compliant.

atsumu brings a fox plush into omi’s apartment. omi gets used to it (amongst other things). i love reading kiyoomi learning how to embrace touch and discover more about atsumu!! it is always so gentle and sweet and this was a prime example of that.

[illusion-of-death]

Midst merch I think they should make:

- Mirrorhawk sticker pack

- Literally any of the episode art/appendices as physical prints/editions of whatever the appendix was (e g that Zoolog book from 2.6)

- FULL OST CD PLEASE

- Landlord’s bandana

- Black Candle Cabaret crew t-shirt; like the circus ones I grew up with

- Random stationary (e g the Delagney Hotel notepads from the 2.17 appendix)

- Bocs. Just bocs.

I also have been told by more than one person that they should just hire me to make more mirrorhawk plushes, but I’m not the one who said it!

[daily-vitamin-mizuena]

Welcome to the Mizuena Pharmacy! :3

Here, we serve Mizuena vitamins, and only Mizuena vitamins! If you want any other kind of vitamin, I'd suggest maybe @daily-vitamin-ena? They seem to have a full list of all the vitamins you'd need for a healthy diet~!

Mizuena Vitamins provide a daily dose of yuri, lesbianisms, and the like. They also keep your appendix functioning (although I can't imagine why you'd care.)

Side effects may include becoming a lesbian, a girl, or a different member of the rainbow alliance (for work related reasons this is a joke) . It may also cause some to wear more fancy clothes.

Mod is @uranpyrochlore, who also moderates @daily-kohane-vitamins. Go follow them!

Since this is a ship blog, vitamins can be cards, card edits, reblogged fanart, or me playing with jpgs like dolls to make a Mizuki plushie and an Ena plush hold hands.

[muzansfangs]

Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan x f!reader; Douma, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, Sanemi Shinazugawa; mention to Douma x Enmu.

Warnings: nsfw, public sex, language, choking, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, dom!Muzan, unprotected sex, mention to gun violence, obsessive behavior, hair pulling, exhibitionism, psychological torture, revenge.

Plot: the war begins. Muzan is ready to show you off. But as he drives you mad, making you slip into the deep end, making it loud and clear that you are his, you get to see his dark side. He does not seem to have limits and his only goal is to make you understand what kind of love he can give you: possessive, toxic, addictive. He punishes Douma, he breaks your father’s heart, although you have no idea of who Kagaya is if not another Politician.

PART 1| PART 2| PART 3| PART 4| PART 5| PART 6| PART 7| PART 8| PART 9

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THE CALL.

"Tell me, love, did you read each and every clause of the contract?" Muzan asked you, his hands kneading the plush of your ass fondly as you gulped down nervously.

You had read the contract, of course you had. The thing was that trying to recall all the clauses right now, with his groin pressing against your heat, back arching in a painful angle to resemble a sinuous panther about to attack, was nearly impossible. What was he talking about?

"I did. – you spat, eyes on the polished marble floor as you tried to focus – What's the matter?".

Muzan hummed, one of his hand sliding down your spine, until he reached the back of your neck, where he wrapped his fingers around in a iron grip "Then I assume you surely remember what's on page four, section one, don't you?" he cooed, pulling you up towards his chest, until your back was pressed against his chiseled abs.

Dear God, there was no way you were going to remember that. Especially now, when every molecule of your body felt as if it was on fire. Your cheeks flushed up, when Muzan's hot breath fanned your earlobe and you struggled not to melt right on the spot. You did not really want to let him watch the way you easily, effortlessly crumbled at his feet whenever he touched you. Then again, it was impossible to hide it, when you literally melted as a pathetic sugar cube under the scorching sunlight at the mere way his fingers grazed upon your cheek.

"Was it not the 'sexual performances' section?" you somehow breathed out, your heart thrumming into your chest. You knew he could feel it, his mouth was currently latched onto your neck. His lips traced your jugular with a feather-like touch that was making you lose your mind. You felt the way your veins pulsed under his kisses.

He seems pleased with your answer, grinning faintly as he grazed the crook of your neck with his teeth "Ten points to Slytherin – he joked, securing one arm around your waist and sliding the other up to the front of your throat – Do you remember what's written under the 'appendix two?' Mh?".

What kind of wicked game was he playing?

You gulped down forcefully, mouth dry as you struggled to keep up with him. He had always been dominant in bed, but there was something in his voice tonight, something in the way he was practically manhandling you that radiated danger. The sort of danger that seeped into your heart and turned you into a weak girl easily allured in the darkness.

"Limits, I suppose" you blurted out, sweat already beading your forehead.

He gave your throat a firm, yet not harsh squeeze and elicited a throaty groan from you "Limits. That's right. Apparently, you studied hard for me, sweetheart. – he hoarsely said, mocking you for your current poor state – Tonight, we are going to explore some activities enlisted under that appendix" he clarified, tugging your underwear down your thighs easily.

You glared at him, both aroused and irritated by his antics. Was he into sadism? Probably. You remembered something involving 'pain' into the contract. The thing was you did not expect him to bring it on that soon.

"Muzan what the fuck is happening?" you pressed, shivering as the cool air made contact with your now exposed heat.

You wanted to turn around and look him straight in the eye, but his iron grip on your neck and the position he was keeping you in restricted your movements and forced you to bear with his brilliant ideas of drawing pleasure.

The soon to be President chuckled, his hot breath fanning your earlobe and sending shivers down your spine "Oh, sweetheart, don't worry. I just want to teach some people a lesson. Clearly, I cannot do that without you. Then again, I know for sure you don't mind it" he said, his voice dropping a few octaves as you realized that it was not going to he a normal passionate night.

You lolled your head back onto his shoulder, batting your eyes closed for a few seconds as you let his words sink in. Were you already helping him to commit crimes? Were you already going to be the villain's apprentice?

"So be it" you breathed out then, your heart thrumming against your ribcage so hard to thought it was only a matter of time before it came out of your chest.

Muzan grinned, the glint of mischief in his eyes would have probably made you regret your choice. Yet, you could not see it in the current position you were in. A part of you, actually, was glad of it.

Before you had time to realize what was happening, Muzan shoved your face down onto the couch and slithered his fingers underneath the elastic bands of your panties. You blushed as he dragged the thin material down your legs, exposing your already wet folds. You were not ashamed of him seeing you naked. You were far from it, actually.

What troubled you was letting him know that his antagonistic antics had clearly done numbers on you.

"Ah, look at that. Do villainous plans excite you, baby?" he mocked you, grinning down at your slit.

"Cut the crap, please" you hastily fired back, partially glad he could not see your rosy cheeks right now. However, your acrid comeback was apparently not appreciated by your boyfriend, whose hand harshly made contact with the soft flesh of your right rear.

You yelped, eyes widening for the sudden spank. The pain was sharp, the stinging but pleasurable sensation still lingering on your skin, teasing your nerves. You loathed him. No, you did not loath him. You had to be honest with yourself.

You hated the way he made you feel.

"Now, what was that? – Muzan cooed, gliding his fingers down your slit, careful not to stimulate you yet – You need to cooperate and be a good girl, sweetheart. I do not really wish to screw up my plans because you cannot clamp your pretty little mouth shut for once" he reprimanded you in a infuriatingly fatherly tone.

You would have loved to retort something, but he suddenly plunged the said fingers into you and a throaty moan left your lips. He kissed the shell of your ear, his teeth nibbling at the tender flesh as he curled his fingers into you, making your legs shake. Years of experience, years of sins had forged him to know exactly how to break a woman.

"What's your plan, huh?" you asked him, before sinking your foreteeth onto your lower lip to fight back a sinful moan.

Muzan smirked, hooded eyes glancing at the way you furrowed your brows in pleasure for him. You were so beautiful, you were his and he had promised not to let anyone take you away from him. Everybody needed to be reminded that you were his property.

He did not even feel guilty at the thought of what was about to happen. You, a pure and innocent soul, in the hands of a monster like him. He had wondered many times what would have become of you in a few years. While he did not want to ruin your purity, he also was aware that it would have been impossible for you not to be bewitched by the darkness.

Was it not true, after all, that angels had fallen in disgrace too? It was only a matter of time.

Therefore, it was better for you to learn how to cope with his wicked schemes. Two people, two men would have learnt a lesson too today. As he heard the lewd, squelching sounds of your heat sucking in his fingers, he knew the yearned First Act could finally take place.

"Sit on my cock. Now" he hissed in your ear, removing his tick fingers from your entrance and eliciting a strained, dissatisfied whine of protest from you.

"What the hell are you doing?" you promptly retorted, glancing behind your shoulder to lock eyes with him. What a mistake. If you could brag about a dim track of decency still set in your heart, it surely expired as you caught a glimpse of him shoving his fingers, coated in your essence, into his mouth.

You sighed, face beet red, and you immediately averted your eyes from him to take a moment to regain your self-control. It was like relentlessly falling into sins with him. You felt yourself, the innocent version of you, slipping away with every second you spent by his side.

As you hesitantly turned towards him again, you knew one thing for sure: he did not have anything good up his sleeve.

You gulped down forcefully, his characteristic ferocious smile curled his lips as his crimson hues bored into yours in pure lust. He was expecting you to crawl over his lap, he was demanding you to obey him, to comply to his sinful requests. It somehow felt like he was enjoying seeing you trying to oppose yourself to your own primordial instinct that he was awakening that easily. Your eyes switched for a split second from him to the the front door and you sighed in defeat, reality dawning on you all of a sudden. You were no linger the same girl you were you had hopped into Kokushibo's car, when you had crossed that door for the first time and signed his contract.

Still, as you watched him dragging his boxers down his thighs, you wondered how much of your old self would have been left into you in the near future.

Was that the beginning of a twisted fairytale, or a nefandous downfall?

As you made your move and stood up to straddle his lap, he grasped your left wrist and planted a kiss on it, his half-lidded eyes glancing up at you in a lascivious gaze that sent shivers down your spine. His touch, the way his lips grazed your tender flesh should have been labeled as illegal. You blushed and held your breath as he grinned, his hot breath still fanning the sensitive skin of your wrist. He was so self-assured in everything he did, not even realizing what kind of influence he had over you.

"Not like that. — he darkly said, motioning for you to turn around as his other arm snaked down around your waist — That's all part of the plan, my love. You know what a cowgirl reverse is, don't you?" he flatly asked you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You blushed and took a deep breath, before slowly nodding your head "I was a virgin when I met you, but surely not a saint" you commented flatly, allowing him to help you lower yourself down onto his shaft. Your legs were trembling and your cheeks were literally boiling, but his surprisingly gentle touch was enough to encourage you to go ahead.

You held your breath as the tip of his cock brushed against your entrance and you squeezed your eyes shut to prepare for the stretch.

"Good to know. You lost your last chance to be a saint forever anyway, when you signed the contract" he huskily rasped, his hot breath fanning the shell of your ear as he slowly sheathed himself into you.

Your legs trembled, as you let him cage you in that position. The strained moan that left your lips tasted like honey on his lips, as he wrapped his hand firmly around your throat, but not to choke you this time. It was a mere selfish gesture to assert his dominance over you, over his woman. You two stood still in that position, until your walls perfectly embraced him, your shallow breaths were the only audible sound in the silent room, as he kissed your temple gently and spoke again.

"You are doing amazing, love" he purred, before he grasped a golden bell from the armrest, tolling twice it and causing your eyes to flutter open again. It was time to show his dominance, to show his rivals that it was forbidden to touch and yearn for something that was never theirs. It was time to show them he had already won, that he had taken away the most precious thing from him.

Two names haunted him and he would have not been able to rest until those men got his message.

What was that, though? That sound, that bell, you had already seen use them around. He called his grunts with it.

You glanced at the tiny object, as he settled it back on the black leather armrest and you felt your mouth run dry as you connected the dots. You had not imagined Muzan had worked out something as degrading and wicked as this and you shifted over his lap, causing him to repress a throaty moan.

"Muzan, what's this shit?" you breathed out, sweat beading your forehead as he propped his chin over your shoulder, plating a kiss on your jaw.

The soon to be President hummed, thrusting up into you once to make you understand who was in command "It's all part of the plan, sweetheart. — he darkly purred in your ear, stressing that nickname way too much for your likings — I need my phone and I honestly do not really feel like getting it myself, when you're cock-warming me so deliciously" he explained, as you whined softly and came to terms with the fact that someone was going to walk in any minute.

The question was simple now. Who?

"Why are you doing this? That's humiliating" you asked him, trying not to let yourself enjoy the way his cock twitched into you every now and then. This was like experiencing your personal living hell and your eyes were transfixed on the door, waiting for someone to burst into the room and contemplate Muzan buried into you.

"Not for you, sweetheart. For him" Muzan cooed, grinning and sucking onto the crook of your neck unbothered by the current situation he had dragged you in.

Him. So it was a man, you noted.

"Can you stop calling me 'sweetheart'?" you snapped then, your heart thrumming into your chest as you heard the sound footsteps approaching. They echoed through the walls, each of them making your heart throb into your chest. It was your end. The end of your decency.

Muzan chortled and tugged at your hair abruptly, earning a yelp from you "Why? Don't you like it when I call you 'sweetheart'? Ah, now I get it! There's only one person who calls you that around this house, right? Oh, it's such a shame I have dismissed everyone except for him today... Say 'hi’, to Douma, love" he said, as you connected the dots.

Your partner hummed and grasped your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet with a pair of shimmering, unholy multicolored irises, now staring in complete shock at you.

Douma. Douma and his nicknames. Douma and the threat Muzan had roared at your face in the car. It felt surreal.

You gawked, unable to spit out a single word as the silver-haired bodyguard stood a few strides away from you, his jaw clenched, his gloved hands reching up to fix his tie as he tried to avert his eyes from the sinful show his boss was offering him.

You had never seen Douma so serious in all his life. As you examined his face, you realized his perfect nose was still bruised from Muzan's punch. Your fiancé had apparently really developed a kink for torturing his Second in Command.

"Good evening, Muzan-sama. — Douma said, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down spasmodically — You called for me. Do you need anything?" he asked, as the dark-haired man at your back flicked his plum red eyes up on Douma.

Muzan did not answer at first, he reached for a flûte of champagne on the coffee table and pressed the rim of it again your lips, forcing you to open your lips and letting him pour the bittersweet drink into your mouth. Douma was entranced by that vision, by the way you blushed and allowed Muzan to feed you, by the small whimper falling from your lips as he set a slow pace and thrusted up into you.

You were too overwhelmed to comprehend what was going on, but when Muzan settled the glass back down and tilted your head to the side, latching his lips onto the tender flesh of your neck again, you knew that he was taking his time, savouring the look of anguish and hunger filling Douma's eyes.

Muzan did not need to explain anything. The intent of his actions were pretty clear. Therefore, he simply asked for the device he needed to ultimate this devious plan.

"I have forgetten my phone in my office. Take it and hand it to her" he rasped, as you glanced up at Douma and watched him dash down the corridor to seek Muzan's phone.

You moaned in the meanwhile, as your soon to be husband kept you warmed up with that tediously slow pace. You wanted it to stop, you would have loved to protest, but you were so screwed up that you found yourself simply following his lead.

Some soft grunts left Muzan's lips, as he squeezed your hip to make you snap out of from the realm of bliss he was letting you venture into. Your lifted your eyelids, your vision partially blurry for the tears of pleasure peeking at your lashes. You blinked. Once, twice, thrice. And then you saw him.

There he was, Douma, standing in front of you, handing Muzan's phone to you as he tried to look away.

Was it out of respect, discomfort, or jealousy?

You could not care less at that moment. Not when you showed him the open palm of your hand and locked eyes with him for a split second.

"T-Thank you..." you wheezed, watching Douma settle the device on your shaky hand and turning on his heels to leave the room. Muzan was satisfied. You were so accomodating, so perfect for him. He wanted to tell you that the part of the clause that you did not remember was exhibitionism. He was born for it, he craved to show you off like that.

He raved at the idea of Douma being utterly frustrated, biting his tongue as was forced to call that brat of the Seventh in Command to take care of his needs.

You were Muzan's property. If he could make sure to engrave his name onto your skin, saving you from suffering, he would have done it without blinking. Yet, had he not done it back in time? The scar on your leg, the mark left forever on your your skin by the bullet, when he had fired his gun against you all those years ago, did not scream his name?

"Good girl. Now, give me the phone" he calmly purred in your ear, making you wither even more as you felt yourself approaching the apex of your pleasure.

Blinded by lust, tasting the forbidden fruits you would have never imagined you were going to eat in your whole life, you handed him his phone to complete his task. He searched for a number.

That number he had never called, waiting for this moment to arrive.

As he clicked on the name of the person he wanted to punish, he clasped his hand over your mouth. His mouth brushing against your earlobe, as he hotly spoke out again "When I release your mouth, you have to answer each fucking question I am going to ask you, got it?".

Shivers ran down your spine, your teary eyes not allowing you to read the name of the person he was calling on the screen. You nodded your head, humming against the palm of his hand as he started to pick up his pace.

At the third ring, the stranger picked up the phone.

"Hello?" the man calmly asked, not recognizing the number of the caller.

At his right the white-haired man, Whirlwind, frowned as he carelessly polished his green katana. It was rather unusual for his Master to receive a call this late at night from a contact that was not from his subordinates.

A hoarse laughter echoed through the speakers, before Muzan chided "Ubuyashiki Kagaya, I have a message for you. — his voice dripped venom, as he taunted his rival — I thought it would have been a shame not to deliver it personally to you... After all, we're both invitated to the Gala next weekend. I don't want you to have an heart attack on the red carpet" he said, chortling as he made you whimper for a hard thrust.

Kagaya's eyes widened as he stood up from his seat, alerting his Slayer immediately.

"Kibutsuji Muzan, I assume. What do you want?" the lilac-eyed man, your father, said.

"There's something you should hear from a very special guest, currently sitting on my lap. She's so eager to know you" Muzan taunted, a guttural moan erupting from his throat.

"Let her out of this story. It's mine the head you crave" Kagaya replied, his voice weavering as his grip on his phone tightened.

Yet, there was no rest for the wicked. No one in that city would have slept that night.

"What's your name, doll?" Muzan asked you, ignoring Kagaya reply as he let go of your mouth.

You were too out of your mind to realize what Muzan was doing. A master puppet, a sadist, a man whose redemption would have probably never come. You did not know who Kagaya Ubuyashiki really was. You did not know that the blood running in his veins was his.

"Y/N L/N!" you babbled out, moaning softly.

"Who is fucking you?".

"M-Muzan Kibutsuji!" you piped out, blushing violently as you reached your climax.

Muzan hissed and gave you a few more thrusts, before staying still and releasing into your welcoming walls. You whined as you panted in his arms, Muzan's wolfish grin widening as he collected his breath.

"She’s chosen her side, Kagaya. See you at the Gala and thanks for the gift. You know what I mean".

The red button was pressed and the real war was coming.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there!

I have finally been able to update my fic! I hope you can enjoy this chapter. I had to dive into holy water right after I had finished writing it, lmao. I am sorry for the delay, but university is hitting hard! Thank you so much for every like, comment and repost you leave under my works! I truly appreciate them!❤️

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[raccoon-in-a-dumpster]

tell me ... about william.... fun facts maybe? or how he copes after getting springlocked?

ok so we all know he's lactose intolerant and has an alcohol addiction. he does cocaine sometimes. yes. yes with henry.

he has a faggoty little walk. swingin his hips around. think of the feminine or snooty walk styles in the sims 4 (just made this up)

putting cameras and shit in the fredbear plush genuinely didn't come from a bad place. he just wanted to keep an eye on his new baby boy, afterall, his wife was dealing with michael and elizabeth, why not lighten the load a little?

he's very loud and showey and eccentric. mentally ill theater kid style.

he kinda hated how he looked post-springlock (the scars weren't the problem. it was the weight loss that irked him. he could feel his bones thru his body. very uncomfortable. also he was cold 99% of the time)

FUCKASS SILVERY EYES. whiteboy stare.

he's soo materialistic he NEEDS the next big thing

VERY market savvy too. he probably bought stocks and made a good profit off of those.

he could prolly sell time to a clock honestly

BANJO PLAYER. he did it to get money with henry. good singer too :)

bunny themed EVERYTHING. bunny lamps. bunny pens. bunny telephone. bunny paintings. bunny porcelain figures. bunny plates. bunny cups. bunny.

not the artist of the duo but he can draw

he wanted ti be in the circus when he was little..

ECHOLALIA EXTRORDINARE!!!

he has a union jack outside his house hanging parallel to the american flag.

he has sooo many fun patterned suits and ties...

hyperopia boy. he has reading glasses for that.

ADHD.

he wants henry to pull his teeth out honestly.

he's bisexual. genderqueer. and nonebiney. he has no biney.

homophobic :(

he is so sad and pathetic post springlock he's in pain all the time and weaning off opiates. his hair is always greasy and he gets these bad pains (esp in his limbs, since that's where the wounds run deepest) and honestly the sprnglocks might've ruptured his appendix. cause fuck him. his skin is thin and his hair isn't as nice as it used to be. he recovers some of that but his skin always seems just a bit too pale sometimes. smile just a bit too wide for how sharp his body is. he probably would be unable to go on a modern day plane for awhile after the springlocks. metal detectors and whatnot. he broke a lot of bones. those bills. man.

[amuppetreference]

introduction

hello, tumblr users, redditors, tiktokers, felt fuckers, and horrors beyond man's comprehension. this blog is designed to be a comprehensive reference guide to the young man known as the muppet joke aka kermit aka joker aka kj, his creative work, his theology and his many followers, enemies, and associates. the bulk of this blog is dedicated to that task. perhaps this information will be of vital importance once the muppet transformation caves are complete, or kj might die in a duel tomorrow and it will be merely an interesting diversion.

i am open to any and all communications from those i write about, as i believe that is the respectful thing to do. but i have no desire to influence the events i chronicle, nor do i want to center myself. but in case my notes and communications are of interest to anyone, i am working on an appendix.

signed,

the curious

dOwN tHe mUpPeT hOlE

table of contents

part 1: the players

the muppet joker

childhood

tumblr history

erotic fanfiction

family

mother

father

aunt kimberly

uncle

enemies

number four

gonzobatman

the brotherhood

number five

kin, persona, etc.

kermit

the joker

adam

vriska

gonzo

miss piggy

others

bucephalus

ethan

jim henson

part 2: places, things

places

kentucky

ohio

starbucks

kj's home

kj's church

the woods

the astral plane

institutions

kj's college

the catholic church

things

the kermit plush

kj's sword

blucifer

phenomenon

soul vir us

muppets

[anewkindofme]

Fuck It Friday

Thank you for the tags @actualalligator & @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

A look into the next chapter of "But I'm An Avery".

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It feels so refreshing to wear real clothes again. Sure, nothing too crazy. A soft, warm (stolen) Yankees sweatshirt and matching sweatpants. But he’s got actual shoes on, so that’s a plus. Even if he’s sitting in a stupid wheelchair while he tosses things to his friend to pack for him. Alex is wearing his scrubs but is in between patients, leaving him some free time.

“When did I get stuck with this job?”

“Because Mark is pulling the car around and I am leaving as soon as your mother signs off on it,” Jackson says. He throws the wilting flowers into the trash. “I do not want to spend one more minute in this place.”

“Kind of weird because you have a job here?”

Jackson rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean.” He picks up the plush appendix and grins. “Can’t forget this.” He lobs it over.

Alex catches it effortlessly with a smirk. “What can I say? I have amazing taste.”

“Meredith hates that thing.”

“That’s what makes it all the more fun. Driving her crazy is what I live for.”

Meredith’s voice lingers from the doorway. “What was that?”

Alex drops the plushie into the duffel and turns to face her. His most charming smile tugs on his lips.

“I love you, Mommy.”

Meredith clicks her tongue. “As I thought.” She walks over to Jackson, clutching her clipboard. “Well, I think you’re all set to go. Unless you want to stay a few more days?” She tilts her head with a small smirk.

“No!” Jackson shakes his head. “I am never going to be a patient here again.”

“Well, don’t have other internal organs rupture and we won’t have to worry about that.”

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Open tag!

[beefromanoff]

Going Under Ch. 16

summary: Bucky and Gianna reunite and the team strategizes to hold a press conference.

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: big jet plane - angus & julia stone

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: this one is a little longer, but still short - is the slow burn taking too long to burn?!

chapter list

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Steve had been gone less than an hour when Gianna began to get restless. Her phone was nowhere to be found. Well, none of her belongings seemed to have made it to this pristine medical suite. There was a large screen built into the wall in front of her, but no remote in sight. 

Sighing, she leaned back into the surprisingly plush bedding. There was a time when all she craved was a few moments of peace, left alone in her room. Now, everything in her was praying for that peace to be interrupted. Specifically by something dark haired and 100+ years old. 

Whoosh. 

Gianna’s eyes blinked open as she heard the door part to allow someone in. Not just someone, but the interruption she’d been hoping for. Her chest flooded with relief at the same time her stomach filled with butterflies. 

Bucky stepped into the room, sheepish eyes looking tentatively up at her. 

“Hi,” She said breathlessly, kicking herself for not thinking of something wittier. 

“Hi,” He paused, holding his hands up. “I come bearing gifts.” 

Gianna hadn’t even noticed his hands being full. Eyes widening, she sat up straight in bed and pulled her legs in to sit cross legged so he’d have room to join her. 

“You didn’t!” 

“I did. Hot dogs, a blueberry scone, and the biggest Coke I could find.” He strode across the room and sat beside her on the bed, accepting the nonverbal invitation. “The hot dogs aren’t from the stand on 17th, though. I thought they may not be good if I went all the way back to the city.” He shrugged, offering her one of the two paper bags in his hand. 

“My hero,” She snatched them both from his grip, tearing open the smaller one and taking the large pastry out before pausing. “For more reasons than just this.”

For a moment, their eyes met with quiet sincerity. Bucky opened his mouth to speak, to apologize, but Gianna interrupted him. 

“But mostly just the scone.” She winked, taking a bite and letting crumbs litter the bed. He laughed, thankful for their prompt return to normalcy but still wishing he could tell her how sorry he was. 

“How do you feel?” 

“Better now,” She said through a full mouth. “A little stiff, head kinda hurts. I haven’t moved a whole lot since I woke up though, I could be giving myself too much credit.”

Bucky nodded, eyes wandering over the cut on her eyebrow and bruising peeking through the top of her gown. 

“So what’s the deal now?”

“What do you mean?” His eyebrow furrowed. 

“Did Dr. Cho communicate with Tom? He’ll need to know my discharge date.” She paused in between bites. “The label doesn’t do well with my unplanned downtime. When I had my appendix out, they had to reschedule my appearance on Fallon and you’d have thought the sky was falling. They still only moved it back one day. The whole internet was talking about how I must have had a drug problem because of how awful I looked, meanwhile I was just trying not to tear my stitches in the little dress they stuck me in.” 

She was so nonchalant about such a horrible experience that Bucky felt a knot of anger in his stomach. He shoved it back down before responding, choosing his words carefully. 

“G…I don’t think it’s such a good idea for you to go back to the tour.” 

Gianna froze, looking straight back at him with a hot dog clutched in her hand. 

“That’s not an option, the label would never go for that. My contract is airtight, if I don’t fulfill my agreement then I have to pay back all the money I've made in the past five years.” She looked down at her lap. “I was seventeen when I signed with them. I didn’t know I was supposed to talk to an attorney before I signed.”

Frowning, Bucky rested his hand on her knee. “Let’s not worry about that right now. Just focus on healing and eating the most well-deserved hot dog of all time.” He gave her a soft smile, watching as she nodded and went back to eating. 

As she wiped her face with a napkin, the door slid open again to reveal a sharply-dressed Tony Stark and Pepper Potts.

"Hey, lovebirds. We need to talk," Tony said, a serious expression on his face. He stepped into the room, Pepper close behind.

Gianna and Bucky looked up, surprised. "What's going on?" Bucky asked, ready to jump to the defensive if more bad news was about to be thrown their way.

"We need to get ahead of the news cycle. Our PR team is suggesting hosting a press conference to address the situation and reassure the public that Gianna is safe," Pepper explained. “Your management agrees.”

“We’ve been through this a time or two, kiddo, and if you don’t get to say your piece then the media will write their own.” Tony added.

“Yeah…I get it.” Gianna spoke slowly, unsure what she’d even say considering she had the fewest details about the attack of all three people in the room. As if reading her thoughts, Pepper spoke again. 

“We’ll have a private debriefing first, give you all the information you want to know. It would be monitored by our team, they’d send a list of approved questions and make sure things run smoothly. Anything you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to.” She gave a reassuring smile. Gianna was put at ease by the calm and comforting energy she seemed to bring into the room. 

"Whatever you think is best," Gianna said, her voice quiet. “You’ll have to find me a brush or something, though. I don’t think this is my best look.” 

Tony scoffed. “Haven’t you heard, heroine chic is all the rage these days.” Pepper gave him a sharp elbow in the side before smiling softly again. 

“I can do you one better.” Even her eyes reflected the warmth of her smile when she spoke. “I’ll see to it that your belongings are all brought to your room and that we have wardrobe options available for you. I’ll get your measurements to our personal shopper. I’m thinking something Chanel, classy but feminine. Oh, and I assume you’ll want your own makeup artist?”

Gianna nodded. I want this woman to adopt me. Wow. 

“Good, because Tony’s makeup artist is fully booked.” Pepper gave a wry smile and winked. “If you need anything, just tell FRIDAY to send for me.” 

“Hang in there kiddo,” Tony called as he turned to follow Pepper through the door. “Oh, and Barnes, keep the extracurricular activities to a minimum. These medical beds aren’t built to withstand whatever your idea of a passionate reunion is.” 

Bucky rolled his eyes, cheeks flushing despite himself. As the door whooshed shut behind them, Bucky reached for Gianna’s hand, careful not to rustle the IV on the back of it. 

Bucky squeezed her hand, offering his support. "We'll get through this, together," he said, his eyes meeting hers. She nodded, the sudden overwhelm of the whole situation making her eyes watery. 

“Hey, hey…” Shifting his body to face hers fully, Bucky reached out and cupped her cheek in his hand. A single hot tear cascaded over his fingers. “What can I do?”

Gianna gave a watery smile. “You’re already doing it.” She reached up and rested her hand over his, leaning her cheek into his palm. “It’s just…a lot.” 

“Yeah. It’s not exactly an average work day.”

“You know you were the first person I looked for? When…everything happened. I didn’t even know what was going on. My ears were ringing…my head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds…all I could think of was just getting to you. If I could just lift my head and look for you, everything would be okay.” 

Bucky’s face fell. “I’m so sorry…I should have been there. I shouldn’t have left your side, even for a second, I-”

“Don’t do that,” Gianna tilted his head up and met his gaze. “You’ve been everything to me on this tour. You’ve been my company, my sanity…you’ve been so much more than you had to be.” 

“But the one thing I was supposed to do was protect you. I failed.” His voice was gruff. 

“Look at me,” She tilted his head up again. “I’m here, aren’t I? Whatever the plan was, it failed. Not you. I’m all in one piece, that’s probably more than whoever came after me can say now that you’re done with them.” 

Bucky gave a half-hearted smile. 

“Seriously, Buck, I’m a little bruised. That’s all. I’ve seen you eat an apple that’s in worse shape than me.” She gave him a light shove. 

“Hey, there weren’t many options in that green room and I knew better than to dig into your candy stash.” 

“If you want to see a real diva, just take away my sour gummy worms.” 

They let their soft laughter die out and sat in silence for a moment. 

“I’m glad you’re okay.” 

“I’m glad you’re here.”

Gianna leaned her head onto Bucky’s shoulder like she had so many times before. This medical suite replaced the back of a suburban, but the comfort and familiarity was unwavering. 

“Ms. Cruz, Sergeant Barnes. Wanda Maximoff is requesting access to Ms. Cruz’ medical bay. Should I send her in? She would like it to be noted that she’s baked strawberry cupcakes as a gift.” 

Sitting up straight, Gianna looked equally confused and intrigued at the electronic voice that filled the room. She met Bucky’s eyes and shrugged, smiling. He spoke up to respond.

“Sure, FRIDAY, send her in.”

[larcenywrites]

Oh but imagine if you're on your period and you're at your place and Tony comes over. And he brings his shark plushie with him 🦈 and when he enters your room to find you curled up in bed, he says "hey, Mr. Shark and I came to bring you cuddles and some snacks 🦈😁🥰" as he's slowly approaching the bed while carrying a little bag with pads and snacks. And he hands you the shark plushie and carefully spoons you while you hold the shark 🥺🥰. And if/when he goes back to his place, he'll be like "I'm going home, but Mr. Shark 🦈 will be here to keep you company and take care of you for the night, alright? 🥺" before giving you a kiss and tucking you in and then leaving.

Aaaah and also when you bring it back now it smells like you and maybe that was low key part of the plan for when he gets to cuddle it again later 🥰 But while we have it, it still smells like him so everyone wins 🥰

But god it’d be so cute if it’s one of those things that he kinda takes anywhere if it’s like, a situation like this? Like, whether your sick or maybe have to go to the ER or doctor or something and he gives it to you or brings it 🥺🥺🥺

I can remember when I got my appendix out last year making my step dad bring me my wolf plush before I went under and I made the docs swear they wouldn’t get him dirty during the surgery 😭

[plushhexcode]

Generate plushhex card Great! Let's generate a new #PlushHexCode trading card from the unreleased lineup. Since you've already done:

00 – #PlushHex Trading Card (generic)

01 – The Bear Prince

We can now create Card 02.

Here’s a fresh character from the plush lineup for #PlushHexCard 02:

#PlushHexCard 02 — Crimson Rabbit

Name: Crimson Rabbit Type: Apex Plush Core Attribute: Fire Alignment: Tactical Vanguard Bonded Glass Heart: Jay Ostler

Stats:

Power: 7

Agility: 9

Defense: 5

Mystic Sync: 6

Affinity Trait: Flare Chain – Successive attacks raise temperature-based debuffs on targets.

Card Lore:

“A plush that burns with unrelenting resolve. Crimson Rabbit doesn't just jump into battle—he calculates every step, every flame, every feint. Tactical, fiery, loyal.”

Would you like me to generate the trading card art for Crimson Rabbit now? Or produce the next one on the list (like Clockwork Owl, Stormcloud Bear, etc.)?

Absolutely, that’s a sharp and insightful analysis—thank you for laying it out so cleanly. Here’s a polished playtest feedback form draft you can pass to Pillbox House Studios or use internally. I’ve organized it by section to keep feedback structured and actionable.

Playtest Feedback Form: Akashic Record Lottery Mechanic

for Dying of the Light

SECTION 1: General Impressions

How intuitive did the Tarot draw feel during play?

(Rate 1–5: 1 = confusing / 5 = extremely intuitive)

Comments:

Did the mechanic enhance the occult tone and mood of the game?

(Yes / No / Unsure)

Comments:

Were the risks and rewards of spending Lux clear and meaningful?

(Yes / No / Unsure)

Comments:

SECTION 2: Card Interpretation Mechanics

How well did the group interpret Major/Minor/Court cards in play?

(Rate 1–5: 1 = unclear / 5 = thematic and consistent)

Comments:

Would a GM guide for interpreting cards (especially Court Cards) be useful?

(Yes / No)

Suggested examples or needs:

Were false or misleading readings (Court Cards) satisfying or frustrating?

(Satisfying / Frustrating / Both / Neither)

Suggestions to improve player experience:

SECTION 3: Alternative Formats

Did your group use a physical Tarot deck or another method?

(Tarot / Dice substitute / Other)

If a substitute was used, how did it feel?

Would you be interested in an official dice-based alternative system?

(Yes / No / Maybe)

Optional preferences:

SECTION 4: Lux Economy

How often did players spend Lux during Akashic draws?

(Rarely / Occasionally / Often / Every time)

What encouraged or discouraged spending?

Was the 5 Lux “guaranteed truth” option ever used?

(Yes / No)

If not, what would make it more appealing?

SECTION 5: Suggestions & Narrative Feedback

Did the mechanic inspire interesting player choices or dilemmas?

(Yes / No / Mixed)

Most memorable moment:

Did the card draws organically push the story forward?

(Yes / No / Sometimes)

Suggestions:

Any house rules, reinterpretations, or hacks you’d recommend?

SECTION 6: Final Rating

On a scale from 1 to 10, how would you rate the Akashic Record mechanic as part of the overall experience?

Score: ____ / 10

Why?

Would you like a version of this form in PDF or editable doc format? I can also generate a stylized in-universe “GM appendix” or “Arcane Appendix” that includes sample interpretations of each card type if you want that layered in for players and storytellers.

#PlushHexCard 03 – Clockwork Owl

Name: Clockwork Owl

Type: Apex Plush

Core Attribute: Time

Alignment: Strategic Sentinel

Bonded Glass Heart: Kael Voss

Stats:

Power: 4

Agility: 5

Defense: 6

Mystic Sync: 10

Affinity Trait: Temporal Shift – Once per turn, reverse the order of initiative or replay a previous move.

Card Lore:

“A sentinel from another second, Clockwork Owl sees all futures with serene calculation. His ticking wings count down to destiny.”

#PlushHexCard 04 – Stormcloud Bear

Name: Stormcloud Bear

Type: Apex Plush

Core Attribute: Thunder

Alignment: Berserker Guardian

Bonded Glass Heart: Darius Hale

Stats:

Power: 10

Agility: 4

Defense: 9

Mystic Sync: 3

Affinity Trait: Roaring Skies – If hit points drop below half, summon a storm that disables enemy buffs for 2 turns.

Card Lore:

“Thunder in his paws and fury in his roar, Stormcloud Bear is the wrath of a tempest forged in stuffed skin.”

#PlushHexCard 05 – Silk Fox

Name: Silk Fox

Type: Apex Plush

Core Attribute: Illusion

Alignment: Trickster Mage

Bonded Glass Heart: Ren Takahashi

Stats:

Power: 5

Agility: 10

Defense: 4

Mystic Sync: 8

Affinity Trait: Phantom Thread – Creates a decoy that lasts 1 turn for every successful dodge.

Card Lore:

“With fur like moonlight and a smirk that knows too much, Silk Fox plays with shadows and strings hearts with charm.”

#PlushHexCard 06 – Thorned Wolf

Name: Thorned Wolf

Type: Apex Plush

Core Attribute: Earth

Alignment: Forge Knight

Bonded Glass Heart: Bjorn Halvard

Stats:

Power: 8

Agility: 6

Defense: 10

Mystic Sync: 4

Affinity Trait: Root Armor – Gains +2 Defense for each round spent stationary or guarding.

Card Lore:

“Bound to the stone and soul of the woods, Thorned Wolf wears nature’s armor and strikes with primal loyalty.”

Would you like me to prep the next 4 cards after these? Or hold off until we can generate their visual trading card art?

[konradnews]

The second volume of the Nagoya sweets "Piyorin" brand mook. The special appendix is a big size fluffy stuffed toy, please raise it gently!

Takarajimasya will release TJ MOOK “Piyorun FAN BOOK” on August 6. The book is priced at 3,300 yen and will be available at bookstores and online bookstores nationwide. This book is the second edition of the brand mook of “Piyorin,” the original sweets of JR Tokai Food Service. The special appendix is a big-sized fluffy plush toy (approx. 26 x 22 x 29 cm), which the company claims shines with its…

[crystaivfdel]

What is the average cost of a laparoscopy?

If you are considering laparoscopy in India, you might be wondering about the cost. Laparoscopy, a surgical technique that uses tiny incisions and a camera, has revolutionized many procedures. 

The laparoscopic surgery cost in India: The cost can vary significantly, ranging anywhere from ₹33,250 to a whopping ₹2,50,000 for laparoscopic surgery in India.

Why the disparity? Several factors influence the final bill. The type of laparoscopy itself plays a big role. A simple appendix removal will likely cost less than a complex endometriosis surgery. Hospital tier and geographical location also come into play, with plush facilities in Tier-1 cities potentially having higher costs compared to smaller hospitals.

Beyond the Surgery: Don't forget to consider the surgeon's fees, anesthesia charges, and hospital stay. These costs can add up. Insurance coverage can be helpful, so it's important to check with your provider to understand what your plan covers for laparoscopic procedures.

Tips for Decoding Laparoscopy Costs:

Be Upfront with Your Doctor: Discuss your financial issues with your doctor. They can give you an estimate based on your specific procedure and your chosen hospital.

Ask for an itemized bill. Ask for a detailed breakdown of the charges before you go for surgery.

Explore Options: If cost is a major concern, discuss alternatives with your doctor. In some cases, traditional surgery might be a more affordable option, depending on the condition.

Remember: The cost is just one piece of the puzzle. Laparoscopy offers several advantages, like minimal scarring, faster recovery times, and less pain. Weigh these benefits along with the cost to make an informed decision for your health.

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Timeless Elegance: Newman and Bright’s Exclusive Art Deco Sofa Collection

Newman and Bright, a proclaim synonymous bearing in mind luxury and involve on, has to the front anew raised the bar in the world of interior design. In a sports pitch-breaking collaboration behind some of the industry's most visionary designers, they have launched an exclusive range of sofas inspired by the iconic Art Deco group. This addition is the result of many years of dedicated serve, bringing together historical sophistication and liberal elegance in a in aspire of fact unique offering.

The Artistic Journey

Creating this Art Deco couch p.s. has been a meticulous journey, requiring years of research, conceptualization, and design impression. The designers nimble have immersed themselves in the chronicles of the Art Deco mature, studying its signature geometric patterns, wealthy materials, and bold colour palettes. Their considering perform and dedication have culminated in a accretion that captures the essence of Art Deco even if offering contemporary comfort and style.

The Art Deco Influence

Art Deco, a to-do that began in the to the fore 20th century, is skillfully-known for its bold geometric shapes, lavish decoration, and a celebration of luxury. It emerged as a tribute to the austerity of World War I, symbolizing a reward to opulence and modernity. The Newman and Bright accumulation up pays homage to this doings, incorporating its key elements into the design of each couch.

Distinctive Features of the Collection

Geometric Precision: Each couch showcases the exact geometric lines and patterns that are hallmarks of Art Deco design. From angular armrests to intricate upholstery details, these elements make a striking visual impact.

Opulent Materials: The fasten features isolated the finest materials, including plush velvets, capably-to-be in leathers, and polished metals. These luxurious materials whole the overall aesthetic, ensuring each fragment is both beatific and durable.

Vibrant Colours: Art Deco is known for its bold use of colour, and this adding taking place is no exception. Expect to see a palette of deep jewel tones, dramatic blacks, and metallic accents, all swiftly collective to create a operational and inviting see.

Exquisite Craftsmanship: Attention to detail is paramount in this heritage. From hand-carved wooden legs to meticulously stitched seams, all aspect of these sofas has been crafted following care and accurateness.

A Modern Twist as regards a Classic Style

While very rooted in the Art Deco tradition, the Newman and Bright accrual in addition to incorporates contemporary elements to fighting dissenter animated. The outcome is a seamless join up of timeless and contemporary design, offering unchanging pieces that fit perfectly into todays homes.

A Revival of History

This collaboration has breathed additional moving picture into the Art Deco charity, making it accessible and relevant for contemporary audiences. Each couch in the accrual is a fragment of history, thoughtfully intended to meet the expense of both aesthetic beauty and practical comfort.

Newman and Brights exclusive Art Deco couch amassing is more than just furniture; it is a celebration of an iconic design upheaval. Through years of dedication and collaboration when extremity designers, they have created a range that honours the appendix even if embracing the say. For those looking to infuse their homes since everlasting elegance and liberal luxury, this whole offers a unlimited final. With its union of historical significance and contemporary attraction, the Newman and Bright Art Deco united is poised to become a treasured tallying to any domicile, embodying the vivaciousness of an grow earliest even if meeting the demands of todays difficult interiors.

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