#buying and selling scrap gold

[rizanbullion]

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How to Maximize Your Profit: UK Scrap Gold Prices

14 In the place of valuable metals, gold has commonly held a place of excessive charge and esteem. Whether inherited as heirlooms, received as objects, or without a doubt accrued through the years, gold devices can be a full-size delivery of income at the same time as provided as scrap. Understanding a way to maximize your gain from scrap gold requires information on the modern-day marketplace,…

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[finsterhund]

My words of wisdom for today:

Do not buy scrap gold from eBay. Scammers are almost certainly selling an alloy with probably no gold in it at all. Yeah, looks like if you want to buy gold online you gotta get those stupid fancy minted bars to ensure there's some level of accountability present.

Just in general don't trust random sellers of any alloys in general. Don't trust eBay unless you're able to see from photos alone if something is what they say it is.

That is all

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[bluegalaxygirl]

Amnesia (KidKiller X Reader) P8

Plot: After an explosion reader wakes up in a hospital with no memory of the past few years, her parents want to take her home so she can recover and get back to a normal life while the Kid pirates want her back on the ship where she belongs.

Warning: Bad language, Medical stuff, family issues and Violence.

Reader is Female, Poly Relationship, established relationship, Kid X Reader X Killer, Reader is a member of the Kid pirates and is in charge of the money, Budgeting and negotiating the best price.

< Previous part ….. Next part >

After taking the pills you got washed and headed straight to bed, today was eventful to say the least but your glad you at least got somewhere with figuring out what is going on. Groaning you roll over onto your side while rubbing your head, it's still hurting but hopefully the pills you took will take the pain away soon but until then you need sleep. Closing your eyes that image from before comes back making your head hurt more but your eyelids are too heavy to reopen so you can't do much other than let your body and mind fall into a deep sleep. After finishing the mountain of paperwork at the local bakery you finally have enough money to buy what you need to fix the fire damage to your ship, the only problem is your gonna have to fight to get the right price. The town's people here are more than happy to over price an item to outsiders, heck they'll over price bread if it'll make them more money but over the past month of being here you've managed to come to a compromise with the bakery, a free piece of bread and a bit of money in exchange for you doing their taxes, its better than nothing but you still wish it was more. Walking into the parts shop you spot the rugged shop keep talking to two people you haven't seen before, both were quite tall and thin but muscular, they differently weren't normal travelers, maybe bounty hunters or pirates? One of them has red hair that sticks up, something black strapped around his head but from the back you can't make out what they are, he has a long black coat on with a red feather collar and gold spikes on his shoulders. He seems to be getting more and more angry at the price the shop keeper is giving for each item but the shop keep wasn't budging on the price. The other man sighs with his arms crossed over his chest, his black and white poker dot shirt slightly open, even though he was more side on you can't see his expression with that white and blue striped mask covering his head. His blonde hair is extremely long, longer than yours before you cut most of it off, It stretches past his knees but looked well taken care of, it amazes you a little.

Turning your eyes away from the two you head over to the shelves close by looking for what you need. The man with red hair sighs as the shop keep tells them the overall price, it's way higher than it needed to be and you didn't blame the red haired man for getting angry, you want to help out but with the shop keep right there you knew it's a bad idea, the man wouldn't sell you anything after losing money because of you. "At least throw in some scrap metal for free" The red head growls slamming his hand on the counter causing what metal parts are on there to shake violently, he glares down at the shop keep who doesn't seemed fazed by the man's gaze or out burst. With a heavy sigh the shop keep nods "Fine, I'll grab all you need and add some scrap metal for free" The shop keep then turns leaving the room and heading into the back "This is fucking ridiculous, 50,000 just to fix the ship's engine?" The red haired man sighs pinching the bridge of his nose. You truly feel sorry for them now, they were in the same position as you, with a ship that won't work and people who are unwilling to give you a decent price but maybe if you help them they could give you a ride to the next island, maybe then you can buy a better boat and leave that shitty one here. It would be much easier than spending another month earning the money needed to fixing it up. There is a chance that their pirates but all you have to do is be useful and not let them know about your past and who your parents are, it should be easy since you hate your parents and want nothing to do with them so not talking about them won't be a problem.

You take a second to compose yourself not wanting to show any kind of weakness to the two. "He's overpricing you by 30,000" You call out earning a Huh of anger in response from the red haired man who turns to look at you "What the hell you say?" Turning to look at the two pirates you can now see the red heads face and that strap thing on his head are goggles, you move your eyes down to look at the counter and point to the giant cog "Its takes 500 Berries to make a cog like that but their sold to places like this for 1,000, the market price after that is 2,000 to 2,500, but he's selling it to you for 5,000." You state before moving your eyes to look at the red haired man who raises a brow at you before looking down at the cog on the table. "Let me guess he gave you a deal too? Don't worry he does that with every newcomer" You sigh only for the red haired man's eyes to burn with anger his hands gripping into fists as he growls but the man next to him places a hand on his shoulder to stop the red haired man from destroying the shop in anger. "We should just go somewhere else" The masked man tried to calm his friend down but you let out a sigh catching their attention again "Sorry to be the barer of bad news but every shop around here is like this, even the bakery, you could try intimidation but i find blackmail or outsmarting them to be more effective" you smile at the two hoping to built up some kind of rappor with the two before offering your deal but with how the red haired man shakes with anger your starting to think he might destroy the shop before you can help.

The masked man turns to look at you then turns to look at the red head who glares at you, the two seem to think for a moment before you sigh and step closer to them "I can help if you want but i'm gonna need something in return" You state earning a low growl from the red haired man who shrugs his friends hand off his shoulder before stepping closer to you almost towering over you "First i don't need your help and second like hell I'd give you any kind of money, I don't even know if your telling the truth, now back off pip squeak" His stare and looming presence is scary you have to admit but you've dealt with people like this before, keeping calm and maintaining eye contact you raise an eyebrow at him "Who said anything about money? You have a ship right? All i want is to get to the next island with a village, you can keep your money" you state crossing your arms over your chest. The red head looks you over trying to decide weather he should trust you or not until the masked man walks over placing his hand back on his friends shoulder "You just want get to the next island?" The masked man asks which you nod at unfolding your arms "One with a village yes. I don't want to be dropped off on an inhabited island, i'm not stupid" You let out a small laugh hoping to lighten the mood but to your surprise the red haired man chuckles before throwing his head back in laughter. It catches you off guard and little so you raise an eyebrow at him not understanding what's so funny but too afraid to ask at this point.

Looking back down at you the red haired man stop laughing and places a heavy hand on your shoulder before leaning down to be eye level with you, "Fine pip squeak you have a deal but you'll have to work on the ship, i'm not having you lazing around" With a smile you nod agreeing to his terms just as the shop keep comes back out with a large crate of parts and a few small pieces of scrap metal "The hell?" The red head yells storming over to counter and grabbing the small pieces of scrap metal "This is all i can spare" The shop keep shakes his head while crossing his arms over his chest, with a sweet smile you walk over placing your hand on the counter "That's not very nice of you Mr Conway" You state getting the man to look at you, he bites his tongue knowing what your like, you always fight him for the best deals so doesn't want you involved "I'll be with you in a minute" He waves his hand at you hoping you'll go away but you stay put "You and i both know you have way more in the back, i mean didn't you just come back from salvaging a ship wreck?" you ask knowing that isn't the case. The masked man walks up behind you crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you work while the red haired man goes through the parts checking their quality. "Its all gone, i used it to make other parts" The shop keep says through gritted teeth his body starting to stiffen, You were going to wait to use the information you gathered from the bakery later on but now that you'll be leaving the island you might as well use it now.

With a sigh you lean on the counter looking up at the shop keep with a small smile "Mr Conway, do you know what I've been doing the past week?" he raises an eyebrow at you and shakes his head wondering what your up too "I've been doing the bakery's taxes and funding reports. Miss Kelly is your wife's best friend right? So imagine my surprise when finding that you sent her a check for 10,000 which was spent on a weeks vacation for her and… someone else" His eyes start to widen as you talk, realizing that you've caught onto him "Its kinda a coincidence don't you think that she would go away at the exact same time as you and come home at the exact same time" you tilt your head to the side giving him a knowing smile "Yes, its just a coincidence, you have no idea what your talking about" he glares at you as his breath catches in his throat trying to remain calm, you know now is the perfect time to strike so you stand up straight "Really? Because the boat tickets and hotel recites say different.. Both have your names on them. Now I could give you the benefit of the doubt and say your not having an affair with your wife's best friend but it's hard to explain away that you two stayed at Deplar Farm for a week" You state seeing his eyes widen in shock, It's a well known and expensive romantic hotel, mainly filled with honeymooners and engaged couples. You can see his breath quicken at you knowing but his eyes turn to anger.

Before he can start an out burst you lean closer to him "Take 30,000 off the bill or I'll send your wife the recites and conformation of the check." Your smile drops showing how serious you are about it, The red haired man next to you leans on the counter his smile wide as he watches you work but your eyes stay focused on the increasingly angry shop keep "You fucking Bitch, you wouldn't dare… I'll fucking kill you before that happens" You don't flinch at his threat, you know his type all too well, he's a coward who likes to act tough but when it comes to fighting he'll let someone else do it. The masked man behind you reaches for something but the red head next to you holds out his hand signaling to his friend not to do anything. Reaching into your pocket you pull out a thick folded up piece of paper "Mr Conway, i'm not stupid, The stuffs already in the mail just waiting to be sent out, now i can cancel it but… i have to be alive to do so" You know he'll assume the piece of paper in your hand is conformation from the post office "Fine, 30,000 off the bill" he states getting the red haired man to smile more and let out a laugh "I appreciate that but i'm still hurt that you would threaten my life so, i hope you can make it up to me by giving us the rest of the scrap metal in the back" you act hurt while placing a hand on your heart, the shop keeps eyes widen at that but sigh and look at the piece of paper in your hand "Tell you what in exchange I'll give you the code that cancels the postage, its on the letter" The man growls at you but nods looking down at the paper in your hands before walking off to the back to get what you want.

Once he's gone the red head slaps you on the back forcing you forwards with a yell of shock and slight pain "Fucking hell girl, You've more than earned your place now" He laughs as you rub your back and look over at him with a groan of annoyance "Kid" The masked man sigh shaking his head at his friends actions but the red haired man who you know is now called Kid waves his hand at his friend not caring that he might have hurt you "Kid.. I'm Y/n" You smile at the red haired man who turns to you at his name, you hold your hand out for him to shake but instead he folds your finger in to make a fist, so he can fist bump your hand instead. You laugh a little at it before turning to the masked man who holds out his hand for you to shake, you take it and let his firm grip shake your hand "Killer… Thanks for the help" he states before letting go "No problem" you smile at the two before the shop keep comes back with a much bigger crate of scrap metal, Kid slams the money down on the table and grabs some crates starting to walk away as Killer grabs the rest, you hold out the paper to the shop keep who snatches it out of your hand and gives you a death glare "Thanks Mr Conway, it's a pleasure doing business with you" you wave while walking with Killer out the door, Kid goes to say something to you as you three walk away, when the shop keep starts yelling profanity's at you while seeming to throw a fit inside the shop. You can't help but laugh as the noise gets further and further away "The hell?" Killer asks as you managed to calm down "I never put the stuff in the post… The paper i gave him was my shopping list" you hold back your laugh as Kid throws his head back in laughter and Killer's shoulders shake.

The morning sun hits your eye startling your body awake but you can't sit up since there's something pressing on your head, with wide eyes you look around the room soon spotting the doctor next to you his hand on your forehead keeping you down "There you are… You had us worried" He states with a smile but now your even more confused, something to your right gets your attention so looking over you stop another male doctor although he looks a lot younger. "Wh-what?" You ask unsure of why there are two doctors in your room when you feel fine, your not in pain and your headache is long gone. "You had a Seizure but its over now… Its seems the seizure medication we've been giving you isn't enough, so we're going to have to up the does" The main doctor tells you before helping your sit up, with a gasp the young doctor runs over from where he was tying back the curtains to quickly grab a tissue and hold it under your nose. Cold red liquid drips from your nose and onto the bed sheets before the young doctor can react but you manage to catch most of it with your hand before taking the tissue and pinching the bridge of your nose. "I-I think i remember something" You state but your voice sounds very stage as your fingers stay attached to your nose, the main doctor sighs before handing you a small paper cup with three blue pills in them "There's a chance what you saw was a seizure dream as we call it, your brain making up strange occurrences that don't make sense so please take it with a grain of salt. These are the seizure meds, you'll take three, twice a day along with your other meds."

Pulling the tissue away from your nose and letting your finger slowly release the bleeding seems to have stopped so you take the paper cup and a glass of water the young doctor hands you. The main doctors words confuse you but you shrug it off and take the pills making the two smile while standing up straight "We'll take our leave, the nurse will check on you in half and hour" The main doctor sates before turning and walking out the door followed closely by the young doctor. Placing the glass down you sigh and rub your head while trying to think about what just happened, is it normal top feel perfectly fine after a seizure? Yes you had a nose bleed but other than that you feel fine. There's also what he said about the memory you had, there's a chance what he said is correct but it wasn't confusing, it was clear as day and made sense, Kid and Killer look at lot different than they did in your memory but you didn't get a look at yourself so have no idea how old you might have been. Maybe you should bring it up to the two and your parents separately and see what answers you get, although you doubt your parents will give you even a second alone with the two men. Sighing you get out of bed and head into the bathroom deciding to get a wash and changed, it's the first time you've been alone and awake enough to look at yourself without prying eyes so taking the time you look yourself over. Your glad your hair's somewhat short still, having it as long as it was would be a nightmare, how does Killer do it?

Laughing to yourself you shake your head wondering why he popped into your head all of a sudden, looking over the rest of your body there are some tattoos on your thighs that are intact giving you an idea of what you have been into or what you liked but the two that stuck out made you blush. On your inner left thigh is a red kiss mark tattoo , there's a slight gap between the bottom and top lip but no cupids bow, there's also hardly any lines on the ships making them look smooth. For some reason Kid slips onto your mind making your cheeks go bright red and your stomach flutter. Shaking the thought of him out of your head you continue to look over only to be surprised yet again by a kiss mark tattoo on your inner right thigh directly opposite the other one, It's different to the other in many ways though for instance their thinner, its color is a pale purple and the cupids bow is very defined, the peeks coming to a point instead of a curve. This one doesn't bring any kind of image to mind so you continue looking, over your stomach, your chest and your arms, removing the bandages you look over your scared, tattooed and stitched up sink before placing the bandage back around you. They'll be replaced again today anyway so there's no point in trying to put them back the exact same way to hide what you've been doing. The scars are old while the cuts and stitches are most likely from the explosion but the tattoos are expertly done, showing that you went to someone who knew what they were doing, not just some random person who decided to tattoo one day.

[lou-struck]

Sugar and Secrets

Tamaki Amajiki x reader

Prompt:💌 + bakery!

Genre: Fluff

WC: 1.7k

A/n: I wrote 1.2k of this and hated it so I had to scrap it and go another direction.

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression’s Event; check out the masterlist On my welcome page.

When you own a bakery, there is nothing more satisfying than having to restock a tray of sold-out goods. The tray of strawberry shortcake rolls only got sent out an hour but now, not even crumbs remain on the doily-lined platter. Carefully remove the old sheet and replace it with a new one. The sweet scent of sliced strawberries and sugar fills your nose as you take a deep breath, wondering how quickly these will sell out.

The bell on the inside of the bakeries door chimes merrily, and a voice calls to you from the entrance. “It looks like you’ve got mail,”

The cheery tone brings a smile to your face as you see Anne, one of your bakery’s part-time employees, coming toward you; in her hand is a pink and red striped envelope that makes your heart flutter.

“They sent another one?” you say softly, feeling your cheeks heat up. Over the past few months, you have received dozens of little notes and letters from what people around you call a secret admirer.

These little notes are filled with lovely written compliments and praises that have filled you with confidence and have brought a new kind of light into your life. 

“they did! You should open it and see what they said today. I think it is so cute that you have a secret admirer like that.” She says, handing the letter to you. “Don’t you wonder what they look like?”

“I’m curious for sure, but so many people come in here all the time it’s hard to narrow it down to one suspect.” You say, toying with the seal on the envelope

The truth is that who they are doesn’t matter much to you, not when you already have feelings for someone else. Someone you are sure would never have to resort to sending anonymous love letters. 

“Or are you just not interested because of a certain Pro Hero customer that comes in here all the time.” she giggles, dodging out of the way of your playful swat with ease. 

“Tamaki Amajiki is just a customer,” you mutter. “He’s one of the Top Pro Heroes; he can have anyone he wants; I don’t stand a chance.”

She frowns at your self-deprecation slightly before bumping your shoulder. “You can be so blind sometimes. I’m gonna go clock in; tell me what the letter says once you read it.”

“Maybe,” you tease gently, opening the envelope and opening the crisp parchment. The carefully penned handwriting stares back at you as you read.

Y/n, 

Your smile is just as sweet as your baking. They both radiate warmth and are made with love.

My day gets a bit brighter every time I walk into your bakery. 

Maybe one day I may feel bold enough to tell you all these things in person, but for now, I hope these notes suffice.

~Your Secret Admirer

You reread the letter a few times, letting the sincere compliments fill you with joy. If you ever find out who your secret admirer is, you will be sure to slip them freebies whenever you can. Even if you can’t return their feelings.

The entry bell rings again, and you jump a bit, sliding the envelope under the countertop before the customer comes in. A figure wearing a long white cape with gold accents on the hood walks carefully across your clean floors.

Your day just got one hundred times better. “Hey there, Suneater.” you beam, giving the pro hero your best smile.

“H-hey y/n, it’s good to see you,” he says, his eyes already eagerly scanning the display case for what catches his eye today. Unlike your other regulars who stick to buying the same couple of pastries every time they visit, he likes to order a variety, wanting to try something different every time. It keeps you on your toes and inspires you to bring in new desserts as often as you can.

“What are we thinking today?” you ask, making an awkward little gesture with your hands at the large variety of sweets in front of you.

He smiles softly, chuckling a bit at your actions. “Could I get one of these, one of those, and one of each of the cream puff flavors?” he asks. “Is there anything else you recommend?”

“The new shortcake rolls have been doing well.” you smile, pointing to the pristine tray you just restocked. “I know how much you like strawberries.”

He looks a bit surprised that you remembered that about him, but he thanks you anyways, walking over to the coffee station to fill his cup.

 Your eyes scan your large display case, searching for the best-looking pastries to give to the shy hero. Although it takes longer, you grab ones from the middle that look the best to place carefully into his pink and brown spotted pastry box.

Throwing in several extra pasties and meat buns for good measure

Sure, it may be irresponsible to give away so many products for free, but sneaking him food is the only way you can express your feelings for him.

“Here you go,” you smile, placing the box in front of him as he taps his credit card against your card reader.

“Excuse me, uh y/n.” he says, looking into his box of pastries, “I think you may have miscounted; I only asked for one of each.”

“No, I didn’t miscount.” you smile, “I just wanted to pack you a little something extra today since you’ve been working so hard. You’re my best customer, after all.”

He gives you the most adorable smile as the tips of his pointy ears turn pink, “I think Fat is really your best customer, but-”

“Tamaki,” you sigh, using his first name without thinking and pushing the box closer to him, “Take the freebies; you deserve it.”

“R-really? Thank you then.” he smiles, his eyes never leaving your own. “I’ll see you later, y/n.”

“Thank you for coming in,” you mumble, watching as he takes your carefully packaged box and leaves you with your thoughts.

~

One week later, you are getting ready to close up for the night, sweeping the floor with frustrated concentration. 

You didn’t receive a letter today, 

And Tamaki hasn’t come into the bakery in a week.

Is it possible that your secret admirer has lost interest in you and your crush is avoiding you?

You are so wrapped up in your thoughts you don’t notice the uneven cart of ingredients in your path. You bump it slightly, sending a bag of powdered sugar tumbling to the ground. It immediately bursts at the seams, sending a thick cloud of white powder into the air.

“Shit,” you yelp, inhaling the cloud of sugar in the air. The sweetness overwhelms you and sends you into a fit of coughing. Sugar gets everywhere, your hair, your eyes, up your nose. You can’t see anything, and the sensation burns as you try to wipe it away blindly.

“Are you okay?” Voice calls from the entrance.

“No, I need help, “you cough. The voice sounds so familiar you feel that you can trust them in your time of need.

You hear rustling as your savior comes towards you. “I-it’s okay, I am here.” They say, gently taking your hand and wiping away the sugar from your face with a gentle touch. It takes a few seconds for you to blink away the last bit of the product, but then you see the handsome yet concerned face of Tamaki Amajiki. 

“Suneater?” You say, coughing, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“What happened?” He asks, “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, just a bit clumsy. “You explain cleaning a bit more of the powdered sugar off of you. “I accidentally knocked over a bag of sugar, and it did not feel great to breathe in.”

“That sounds like something you would do,” he says, giving you a sweet wobbly smile, his violet eyes still looking over you carefully. If he notices the coating of sugar on your skin, he doesn’t mention it.

“Thank you for helping me, but what are you doing here? I thought you came in already today.”

He looks around nervously, his hand balled up in a fist. “Well, it’s just that I-I,” he starts to say, but then you notice some things sticking out of his pocket. A very familiar-looking red and white striped envelope.

In an instant, you reach for it, pulling it away from him before he can react. These are the envelopes your secret admirer uses. “Is it you? Have you been the one leaving these letters?”

He casts his eyes to the sugar-coated ground and nods.

Your heart feels as if it is going to burst out of your chest; not only has the customer you have been crushing on for a year been your secret admirer. But why does he look so sad?

“I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” you ask. 

“You were probably expecting someone else,” he sighs, giving you a look that makes your heart want to break. “Someone more confident and capable than me.”

‘Is he serious?’ you think to yourself, ‘Tamaki Amajiki is one of the most amazing people you have ever met. How is it possible that someone who builds your confidence so easily with his words struggles so deeply with his own?’

“Tamaki, I haven’t thought about anyone else. I liked you even before the letters,” you say, taking his hand and giving it a soft little squeeze.

His features light up with hope as he begins to realize that you like him too. 

“Then would you maybe want to get dinner tonight?” he asks, his voice coming out steady and comfortable.

“Well, first, I need to go home and shower, but after that, I would love to.” you laugh, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. 

“Maybe we should skip the dessert then; I think we have had a bit too much sugar today.” He quips boldly, sending the both of you into a fit of laughter.

[sammy8d257]

Bed - AvA Sticktober Day 9

Part of the AvAM Watered Down Hot Chocolate Series:

A Melted Marshmallow side story

Written by Sammy8D257

Word Count: 890

CW: None, although King is going through it rn

Summary: How King's bed ends up outside his room.

(This takes place a few months after Gold gets disintegrated into Minecraft.)

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[Ao3 Version]

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It's not until he sees it out in the main room, that King realizes what he's done.

If he thinks hard enough, he can see the thought process leading up to this decision.

It starts like this.

King had just sold his couch. It was an old thing, well worn through years of use, but it was still soft and incredibly comfortable. He got a pretty penny off of it too.

So he sold it. He needed the money. Books and supplies and gathered pieces of metal weren't going to buy themselves. And he wasn't going to dip into the fund he saved for his kid's future. 

(Not yet. Doing so felt like betrayal. Or acceptance. Either way, it was not something he was willing to deal with. He wasn't that desperate. Not yet.)

So he sold the couch. It felt like the most logical next step. 

He didn't really need it. He spent most of his time on his feet, hunched over his desk or walking around the increasingly cluttered room. The only time he'd even use it was when one too many nights of sleep were skipped and he'd end up face first into its cushions. He never means to land there, his room being his goal but sleep is sleep, so who is he to complain when he finally gets it.

(Doesn't matter that he wakes up feeling worse than before. Doesn't matter that his shoulders ache and his head pounds. Doesn't matter that a voice in the back of his mind is screaming at him to stop, to actually get some rest, to eat, to grieve. Doesn't matter, because he has work to do.)

So he sells it. And the stick who comes to pick it up thankfully does not comment on the state of the rest of his house. They're young, younger than him but older than they would have been. They look like they have their whole life ahead of them.

They smile at him, thank him for the couch, and with the help of two friends, carry it out the door. King almost feels bad for overcharging them. But he needs the money and really, it's their own fault for buying it without considering the price tag. Oh well, he hopes they enjoy it.

So the couch is sold. What was once there, now stands a plain wall.

He won't admit it bothers him. Like an itch that persists at the back of his mind. It's one more thing gone from his life but that doesn't make sense. It was just a couch.

Life continues on as normal until another bout of sleepless nights hits and instead of soft cushions, his face meets hard wooden floors.

He sleeps there anyways, too tired to complain. Until morning comes and he wakes up stiff as the floor beneath him and he vows to never do that again.

He does it two more times in the coming weeks.

On the third time, he manages to catch himself on the wall. Through the haze of exhaustion his mind comes up with a solution for his problem.

He wouldn't need to sleep on the floor if he had his bed out here.

And with a sudden burst of manic energy, he stumbles into the hallway. Blindly reaching towards his door and ignoring the one situated right next to his.

King had always been strong, blessed by his original game creator with the power to rule a kingdom, so it's no issue as he lifts and pulls and drags his bed from the middle of his room out into the hall.

Why he didn't just go to sleep in the bed itself is a question that crosses his mind in the future, but that is of no concern to him at the moment. 

He loses pillows and blankets along the way, and he's pretty sure his door has scraps etched into its frame, but he finally gets it into the main room.

With one final shove, his bed is against the wall.

And King grins, nods his head as if satisfied with his work, and then promptly passes out next to the bed. 

He wakes up the next day with a killer headache and an empty stomach, so it takes him until lunch to realize his bed is now outside his bedroom and is situated where his couch used to be.

It takes him a minute to process the change. He glances into the hallway to see the carnage of bedding left in his sleep deprived mania. He cringes and reluctantly picks up the pieces and deposits them back on his bed. 

In all honesty, he doesn't know why he did this but it would be too much of a hassle to put it back and he is much too busy to find the time to do it. So the bed stays in its new spot up against the wall.

It isn't until another round of sleepless nights hits and King wakes up on his mattress feeling marginally better than he did before, that he decides this was one of the best decisions he made in a while. One problem solved.

And then he doesn't think about it anymore. 

Not until a certain purple stick figure comes barreling into his life with a large pink tote bag in hand.

= O =

[gimmighoulcoins]

Charade: “Hello, little merchant! You knooow~ if you want to hold a fundraiser, you should try cookies! Just go around, ask your family when you see them next holiday, ask your friends—especially the mint ones? They’ll LOVE that! …Okay, okay. But while I’m here, let me see what you got!”

The cat dips her arm and bows, extending a paw before the Gimmighoul; with a small flourish, in her previously empty palm, she flashes a shining gold coin.

"Wh- How did you do that?! I wanna make coins outta air! Tell me, tell me!"

Hestau stares intently at the coin in Charade's hand, tilting his head as it tries to figure out where the coin came from. They keep trying to figure out the trick, with no success, as they continue.

"Cookies, huh? People have those when they're picnicking sometimes, should be easy enough to get... I don't have family or friends to sell them to though. S'always just been me, my coin, and my chest for as long as I can remember."

Hest finally gives up trying to solve the magic trick, but keeps its eyes on the coin.

"I'm sure if those people would like it, people that come by to buy things would too though! Speaking of, see anythin' you want?"

The chest has grown steadily emptier, though there was still a fair few items visible inside. Among these were empty cans, berries, two sticks, strangely patterned rocks and metal scrap, a fire stone, and a dented thermos.

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[queenpiranhadon]

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fuzzysoulyt!! The HCH fit me and Nyota were writing is on hiatus, but we wanted to drop the prologue for your birthday :) This was written by me, along with an old oc. Looks like Luna and Lucas aren't the only children of the Nocturne family.. Here's my masterlist!

Warning(s): Child neglect, child labor (?), mean parents, idk what else

Pairing(s): None :)

•────•°•❀•°•──── ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀ ꜱᴏɴɢ ────•°•☁︎•°•────•

With the land on one side and the sea on the other… 

Curious eyes looked around the pavilion as a sweet melody trickled out from a trio of young girls at the center of it all. Two of them carried instruments, one on the harp and the other on something that resembled a long necked banjo. But the smallest of the three captivated everyone’s attention. As the older two began to pluck at their strings, the youngest started to sing a bittersweet tune. 

I may not miss my ma, but I’ll miss you, brother. 

Everyone in the bustling area stool still, whether they were buying goods or selling them, playing with their friends or watching over the child that was, or even the stray dogs that trotted around for scraps would stop to listen. 

But I cannot live in a land I don’t call home, a home where I don’t belong. 

The little girl sang, and sang to her heart’s content, her voice smooth and alluring like a siren’s song. Slowly but surely, people started crowding the three girls, transfixed by their small harmony, nobles and peasants alike. A few even emptied their pockets to surface a few copper coins that they placed at the trio’s feet. 

So, forgive me for all the pain I’ve caused, forgive me and move on. 

By now there was a small pile of coins at their feet, copper, silver and gold alike, as the sun slowly but surely set beneath the horizon in the distance. But the crowd was simply unable to move, unable to leave this sad little song, but whether it was because of  pity, or personal attachment, no one would ever know.  

Because it’s the world out there that’s meant for me, not the life I’ve been forced to live. 

By now it was pitch black, only the stars and moon were there for light as all the lanterns had gone out due to lack of maintenance, but the moonlight still shone upon the three girls, as if it wanted to hear their song too. The banjo’s notes glided along, providing the somber tone the song implied, but the harp played a happier tune, one that complimented the melody but still showed a mood that was wild and free.  

And everyone’s accusing me of taking, but I’ve got nothing but my name to give. 

Two figures wove their way through the crowd sitting silently in that back, but just enough so that the performers could see them. But everyone around them didn’t notice, still transfixed, as the song came to its closing verses. 

My only regret is the hearts that I broke, the mistakes that I never forgave. 

The harp plucked out one last melody, as did the banjo, leaving the last time acapella. The audience went eerily silent, awaiting the last line, and finally the little girl looked at the two figures in the back, with a glint in her eye. 

But now what are you going to do, when I finally lay down in my grave. 

She finished with a cadence from the harp, before plastering a smile on her face, beaming out to the audience.  

“Thanks for meeting with us tonight! We are the Nocturne Triplets, and we hope to see you again!” 

The three bowed in sync, something that seemed unnervingly practiced to the suspicious eye, but everyone was too busy applauding them and talking amongst themselves to notice. And once they finally dispersed, the two figures approached them, throwing back their hoods to reveal the same raven hair and pastel eyes that the trio shared.  

“You three did good. Perhaps we can have a nice soup and a roast for supper today. Lucille, I expect nothing better from you, you were magnificent as usual.” The female said, acknowledging the tallest, who clutched her banjo tightly, flinching slightly at the name but sending the two a wry smile. 

“Lunarella, your harp skills are getting sloppy, so you are not allowed to leave the house until you master Sencen’s 6th Symphony by tomorrow at sundown,” the male chastised, matching the frown the middle child in question sent him. 

“And Lumira.” The woman looked at the youngest with distaste. “Keep that attitude in check.” 

And with that, the two filled their pockets with the hard earned coin the sisters had earned and began to walk away, calling for Lucille to follow, not bothering about the other two.  

Lumira was quick to follow, running up to her parents, irritated, stepping in front of them to block their path home.  

“What about us?” she asked, throwing her hands up. 

The male quirked an eyebrow. “What on earth are you talking about?”  

“Our pay! We worked hard to earn that coin; don’t we deserve our own share?” 

The two looked at each other before bursting out in laughter, a cruel sound really.  

“Oh, Lumira,” the female said with false concern. “The only thing you’re good for is your voice.” 

And with that they pushed her aside without an afterthought, leaving Lucille and Luna to comfort their sister, whose eyes bubbled with furious tears that threatened to spill out.  

The three walked home, hand in hand, after their parents, but Lumira vowed that they would get that they deserved. She didn’t know how, but her parents were rats, people who do what they want to get their hands on coin. The sisters weren’t even triplets, Lunarella and Lucille were twins, and Lumira was born two years after, but they called themselves triplets for what their parents’ called “image”. And Lumira was done with lying, she was tired of it.  

And that day was the day she promised herself no one would take advantage of her and her sisters again. 

[bibliophiliac-bisexual-disaster]

Hunger Games fanfic blurb:

I sipped the last of my water, slow as I could, hoping it would tide me awhile through the heat of the Hobb. Business was slow today. Not that we make much on other days, selling trinkets and scraps of metal and cloth in a district where most people could barely buy bread. But we scrape by.

But today, I hadn't a single body come by to look at the wares. Although, I s'pose, when you've got a Reaping tomorrow, you're probably not in a buying sorta mood. Even Greasy Sae is selling her stew for half price today for the youngins that usually come around to her corner.

Speaking of the youngins, one of them walks my way. The one with stern eyes who brings fresh game from the woods. The butcher's wife says she hunts 'em with a bow and her arrows never miss the mark. Must be nice to have a useful trade like that. Sometimes, she trades me berries for balls of yarn. That's probably what she's making her way over for.

Never got her name. I call her "Stern Eyes" and word around the Seam is she sings like a songbird. My Gammy Maude would've liked that. She gives me berries wrapped in cloth, and I give her the yarn. But she doesn't walk away.

She reaches her hand into one of the boxes, the one with old pins for hair and clothes that might've been pretty once but had gotten rusty and dusty since. Then she pulls out that pin. Gammy Maude's pin that used to belong to her friend. The friend with bad luck in love and even worse in life. Some say she ran away, and some say got shot in the woods by her lover. Gammy said her friend used to sing too. Like a songbird.

Gammy never liked that pin much. Said it never brought nothing but bad luck. I think it just reminded her too much of her friend and the lover who might've shot her. But she still kept the pin till she died. Guess reminders are still reminders.

It's a mockingjay pin. Might be gold, but it's too old and grimy to tell. Could've sold it for scrap metal, but after hearing Gammy's stories, I could never bring myself to melt the damn thing down. And it's not like I could just walk up to the fancy parts of town with a mockingjay pin to sell. The peacekeepers would have cuffed me before I could quote a price. Probably really is bad luck anyway.

Stern Eyes is holding the pin and askin how much. I think of asking for a couple of coins, and then I remember the Reaping. She's probably young enough to have her name in the bowl. More than a couple of times, like every Seam kid. I wonder if it'd bring bad luck to her too. Or maybe it'd bring her good luck. If I'm being honest, I just want the pin gone. Can't keep holding on to a thing like that.

I tell her she can take it. No charge. Can't ask people to pay you for what could be bad luck. Don't know why she picked that one, but I wonder if she knows anything about the last songbird who had it.

I really hope it brings her better luck than Gammy's friend.

Writer's note: I know this isn't accurate to the books where Katniss gets the pin from Madge and the pin isn't really mentioned in TBOSAS. But I remember she gets it in the Hobb in the movie and it does make an appearance in the prequel movie as well. Soooo, that's where this idea came from!

[lesser-mook]

The Spot. Underutilized, but one of the better parts of the movie. The movie? A fucking mess. (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Gimmick)

Dude was underused, this movie has one of the sloppiest scripts I've ever had to see in footage form.

This is like us getting the Wakanda battle BUT in Avengers 4 and everything in-between was an irrelevant side-plots, halting the actual story with the villain.

Just bad storytelling across the board. Spider-Man 3 had more coherent storytelling, and that was also doing too much.

The movie wasted so much time trying to convince us how special Miles is with that clusterfuck Spider-Society bullshit, it completely forgot about Spot until suddenly the script reminded us he was a thing.

How tf is he supposed to find someone he doesn't even know? Fuuuuck if i know. Magic spot powers i guess.

Gwen's story: That shit right there is what the movie should've exploited more, Gwen & her life, so much artistic care, visual storytelling, and good pacing. Starting off the movie with her better subplot, almost as if the writers were trying to say this movie should've been hers to begin with:

And they are RIGHT. I don't like cheap knockoffs, but this movie sold Gwen for me. Miles can go choke himself.

This right here is what the movie needed more of, focused character driven storytelling:

I'm not one of those (now kiss) shippers, where the peak of bonding or the seal of a couple is kissing 24/7, grew out of that shit way back when, yeeears ago.

To those who don't know, yet, or otherwise: 90% of a relationship is TALKING. That's where the justification to stay or break up comes from. You're not fucking, and kissing 24/7, not possible.

Talking, arguments, compromise, boundaries, respect, is what makes or breaks a ship IRL or fiction.

So this scene, is how you make a solid foundation for a couple.

Into the Spider-Gimmick? Not it.

They didn't have much of a relationship in the previous movie, so HER being that into Miles didn't make sense to me, read like a middle piece was missing:

But we’re here now, ok fine, the scene was good, music, pacing, dialogue, voice actors. The upside down setting fucked me up a little (vertigo) but what they talked actually about, was personal. It’s their moment.

Then they gradually betray that progress with the (Miles victimization arc) where everyone is riding him, because he's special boy.

Out of a multiverse of Spider-peeps, he's the center of attention. (subtle)

She voted against him in the last movie, she doesn't stick up for him this time when it counts..

WHY am I supposed to buy them as a couple when she isn't riding FOR him when it matters?

Why have such a good scene to then fuck it over.

Them wanting to make Miles the center of attention betrayed Gwen & Miles' momentum as a couple.

Cause her escaping with him or Miles having help would've actually made his somehow escaping a million, more experienced Spider-People + SPIDER-GOKU: make more sense.

This was the movie to cement them as a legit duo, cause the last movie was barely scraps.

With one movie left after this one, Across The Spider-Mess was the movie to sell them. Because really? Considering the timeline. What relationship do they even have?

It's Ochako & Deku all over again, Lois-chan and Clark-Kun.

This modern trend where wholesome shit & contrived drama is used to compensate for actual progress. Why?

Because committing to it requires writers/people to step out their comfort zone.

People LOVE to tease the audience with romance, otherwise committing to a couple in canon, acting like a couple, talking like one, interacting like one, writing one: Requires actual effort, a step up.

Teasing does not. Teasing & wholesome bait+ Backtracking = Red flags that you don't have the chops to commit to what you're dangling in front of people in the first place.

Writers want to have their cake & eat it too. 24/7, and it drives me nuts.

I'm no master literary artist, but jfc, I know what shit smells like and I know what gold looks like. (I say this all the times)

STOP teasing, if you're not going to do anything with it.

Cause after they become a couple, lesbian, gay, straight, doesn't matter- some/ a lot writers feel as if, the potential ends when characters get together officially. Like their story is done or held back because they have someone.

Female characters' major contributions to the plot cease when they get married, especially in anime.

Its insane. Your life, potential, and story doesn't end because you went steady.

Some writers fearing commitment to couples, especially in cartoons is a consistent cliche I've noticed.

If that's how you feel, then don't tease it in the first place.

Anyways, (tangent over)

We needed less of that (Miles Matters) bullshit.

If you gotta try that hard to validate one goddamn character, then the character is ass. Plain and simple.

Then using Miguel to say to his face that he shouldn't or wasn't "supposed" to be Spider-Man, Ha, way to gaslight my dear writers.

Anyone (that isn't a racist) with an ACTUAL reason to criticize Miles will bring up how fucking boring he is, how most of his villains are takeout box versions of Parkers or STRAIGHT UP Parkers villains. Bendis set up Miles to replace Ultimate Peter but Morales was so uninspired they had to shove him in the main 616 WITH a Parker that's still alive cause he couldn't stand on his own two feet.

Dude is deadass Supertoken/Supergirl, Kara Bore-EL, just black.

They have tons of stories trying to make them relatable and shit.

("Straight Out of Brooklyn"/"Supergirl being Super" are not bad books, they're vanilla as fuck. Boring as shit. Lite re-treads of better told stories with the originals. Kara BORE-EL/Mid Morales are boring, low-tier. OC level mid.)

And the few unique takes they do have they undo:

(Supergirl Being Super) is basically the first season Smallville. Just go watch the show bruv.

Nothing unique of their own, and everything they manage to cultivate exists in the shadow of a better character. It's not "Inspiration", it's called (Creative Bankruptcy), Redundancy, IRRELEVANT.

The only reason I will continue to press them, is despite their mediocrity, their companies KEEP REWARDING them with adaptations. anyway?! So no matter what, they get to succeed but better characters that nobody knows about sink into obscurity.

WHAT?!

Again, (Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Superboy Prime, John Stewart) are what happens when you experiment with the formula, and venture outside the safezone.

X-23 is how you make a spin-off, a knockoff with intrigue.

Having the main character's mother basically say "If they don't accept you, come home", which the second act of the movie is just Miles being persecuted as a meta commentary on people who dared to dislike the affirmative action Spider-Man, combined with Miguels very odd rant about his being Spider-Man is somehow a cosmic error or some shit: (subtle btw)

- is 300% OVERCOMPENSATING.

Yes, there are people who don't like Morales. Get over it, holy mother of Christ. 2 hours of this shit man.

And the tragic part? I didn't want to dislike this shit, I went into this movie excited for what they'll do (FOR) Miles, and what I got was a propaganda film littered with member-berries:

As the intro-credits rolled I said "Alright, finally!" (Cause I waited before seeing it. I repeat, actually wanted to see this shit. *Trivia*-- Spider-Man is my first fav Superhero.)

When It ended, I said "That was a fucking mess."

And went the fuck to sleep.

You had one job, sell the character to sell me the movie.

You sold me on Gwen, but she's not the center of the posters, Miles is. You failed Miles. You had one fuckin job.

And instead you gaslighted people who MIGHT not like Miles, instead of giving them a reason to like the bastard or see him as his own entity in the first place.

Like an original villain specifically for Miles, new to Marvel History, unique to the movie, no you take one of Peters, because what else is Miles good for but eating Peter Parkers leftovers.

DC managed to breakoff like what? 4-5 different Robins, most took on the mantle of Batman but all have their own mantles.

Why is it so difficult for Marvel to get Miles an ounce of intrigue without being weird about it.

But insist on pushing him sooooooooooooooo hard like he's peak? Again, which is the main reason why I harp on it. Their insistence on making him the new thing.

If he got the same level of medium exposure as the rest, fine, I'd make one post and leave him alone.

But he's one of the newer Spiders, barely has a legacy, but he for some reason (and we all know why) gets all this special treatment.

Gwen, Miguel and Spot were the best thing in the movie.

Cute moment, one of things I like about the movie this little sequence, yet I can't believe they made our girl Mayday a gd baby.

This movie was trying to be too many things at once, and failing to execute most of it. Across The Spider-Mess.

Goldmine resources wasted on bum scripts, could've made a solid, isolated, self-contained movie that leaves a door open for more potential (Infinity War) but was released was a pretentious shill piece, that waited until the last min to actually start telling a story after they were done stroking it's main character.

Then a cliffhanger. Wtf?

100% unnecessary attempt at justifying Morales.

Sometimes the people who criticize the most, have a reason, will list the reasons in plain English, and more importantly want to be proven wrong with just a good story.

Anyone sane doesn't get out of bed wanting to hate something, but if shit stinks and people saying it instead smells like Febreeze, yeah SOMEBODY's gotta say it.

Music was good, very good.

Prowler Miles was dope (ofc he's got more screen presence than actual Miles, who is a gd bum), Prowler Miles is exactly the kind of energy he shoulda been on. He inherits his Uncle's mantle, fits so much better for him than being a DLC Spider-

This video spoiled him for me, but it's a dope video. Watched the shit on loop for a good couple of hours, good to draw or chill to.

The individual animation styles for certain Spider-people looked cool. The animators definitely deserve an award or something. I couldn't imagine working on something like this, 2 hours of footage, so much goddamn crunch and grind. Kudos.

Mess of a movie but it's production is there, I recommend the Gwen portions of the movie, that's a better movie trying to break out of this cluster fuck. So the first 20 min of the film, then 50 min mark when she talks about her issues with her pops., & around 1:52:17 is her situation getting wrapped up. HerStory.

Which what I cared about, because you notice, how hard the movie was simping for Morales, and it made a guy who slightly disliked Miles to downright not taking him seriously, at all now.

In contrast to Gwen, she was sold for me because the movie wasn't going out of it's way to validate her and justify her.

The movie wasn't shoving her down my throat or telling me what to think. It told a story with meaning, not a message, not an agenda.

Her first few sequences is her falling out with her band, awkward scene but in a good way, it shows her not having it all together emotionally, she's struggling.

And has nobody to talk to about it. Reminds me of PTSD or anxiety, namely in Vets. Cause who could you talk to about a not-so-normal experience relating to combat or someone dying, something most civilians could never try to relate to? But another Soldier or someone with a similar trauma.

Gwen was a lot more vulnerable here, that's why she translated better. This really should've been her movie. Or at least half of it.

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Merchant UI Rework

Ok, here's the new Merchant menu so far! Scrapped the old Buy array that only displayed Items if they still wanted to buy them, instead I'm going to have a sold out notice.

Will keep the Sell Array for now, since you always start on the left side.

I'll still have to address the fact you won't know what they'll buy if you don't have any of that item (since it wont appear in the grid). Maybe I can attach greyed out versions of them to the end of the array, so you can see what you can sell, but you won't be able to.

Since I added Item Quality, I kept it at 3, Bronze/Silver/Gold, but since the new Merchant UI has 4 items per row...maybe I should add an extra one just to make things look better?