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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months

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Three for One 1

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you're used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what's on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Note: Right, this was supposed to be a drabble series but it morphed and not I'm fucked.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

It's the most special time of year! Mistletoe, jingle bells, and holiday cheer! Oh, and hot chocolate. Lots of that.

You hide your thermos under the desk and grab the crystal bottle again, giving a test spritz to the air. Your job isn't very complicated. All you do is say hi and chat about the perfume. Your manager says the job is selling but you don't like to see it that way.

You smile at a family of five as they veer towards the toy section. You don't think the six year old would be into an eau de parfum. It's understandable.

While you spend your hours wandering around expensive makeups and scents, you're filled with a certain hint of longing. For what you're paid to push the merchandise, you can't afford any of it yourself. Well, you've never been very materialistic.

You spin around and see a gentlemen approaching, though he doesn't seem to see you. He looks past you, almost through you. You stop in place and put on your best smile, fixing the red band around your head.

"Hello, sir, would you like to try some Gucci?" You offer and spray the nozzle at him.

He skids to a stop and recoils as if he's been slapped. He holds out his arm as he looks down at his coat, little droplets seeping into the fabric. He takes a whiff, his short mustache wiggling under his nose, and he scoffs as he tries to shake off the cologne.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He snips.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to scare you."

"You just go around spray people with that horseshit?"

"Well, sir, with respect, I don't like that sort of language.

"And I don't like being drenched in dog piss," he blusters, "point me to the goddamn trimmers."

"Um, what kind? Nail trimmers? Pet trimmers? Garden trimmers?"

"What the fuck do you think?" He points to his own face.

You hold your smile. There's always that one customer who's having a bad day. Whatever's got him so upset must be worse than dealing with him.

"Personal care," you point to the far corner, "right over there, sir."

"Ugh," he stomps and storms off.

"I hope your day gets better," you call after him, "oh, did you want a store coupon--"

He ignores you as he waves you off over his shoulder. You watch him turn towards men's grooming and you shrug, rocking slightly. You try not to let them get to you. As jolly as you find this time of year, a lot of people don't feel the same.

You shrug off the encounter. You still have a few hours ahead of you and it's starting to bustle with customers. You help a couple find the home wares while keeping the boundary of cosmetics firm. Lucille, the manager, doesn't like you leaving your zone.

You approach a woman looking at the Prada selection and get her checked out with a new fragrance, specially gift-wrapped by yours truly. She leaves happy, a small victory for the day. You celebrate but not too much.

You come around the counter just as you see that man strutting back up. He has an item in his hand and ignores you as he passes. Still you smile at him.

"Annoying," he mutters under his breath.

"Need help finding anything else, sir?" You ask his heels.

He stops and you see the way his spine stiffens. Oh no, you shouldn't have said anything. He slowly turns to face you.

"You can shut up," he marches up to you and grabs the bottle from your hands, "shut." He sprays you in the face, "up." He squirts you several more times before shoving the vial against your chest, "stupid little girl."

You take the bottle, blinking as you use your cuff to wipe the perfume away from your eyes. He continues on his path as you stand dumbfounded, drenched in Gucci cologne. It's hard to breathe through the heavy scent and you can't help but cough.

What a jerk. Just because he's having a bad day, doesn't mean everyone needs to.

Slowly you grow accustomed to the smell of yourself. It’s not too unusual. You go nose blind about halfway through your shift once you spray a few too many samples. You keep your distance from customers, offering them a spritz but trying not to crowd them with the vapors of cologne rippling off of you.

You yawn as the afterwork rush floods in and you make another round, smiling at Sofia as she peeks over at you. She’s with another customer at the counter, ringing them up as she gabs. You spin at the display at the center of the crossway that runs through the beauty department and stagger back before another can run you over.

You apologise to the tall man as he skids to a stop on his soles. You can tell he’s in a hurry by the way he grips his briefcase and squares his jaw. He wears a long dark wool coat as flecks of snow melt into his thick beard.

“Oh, sorry, I er, wasn’t–” He clears his throat, collecting himself, “I… didn’t see you.”

“That’s okay, sir,” you assure him, “would you like to try the new scent?”

You hold up the onyx bottle but don’t spray him. You don’t need another dousing. He looks at the silver letters on the side then at you. The furrow in his brow lightens as his blue eyes swim.

“No thanks, but er, you think you could help me find something?”

“Of course,” you chime and lower the bottle, “are you looking for a gift for someone special?”

He nods, “my mother-in-law is on her way into town, I need a present. Maybe perfume?”

His tone is tinted with frustration as he reaches up to rub the back of his neck. He lets out a long sigh. He’s one of those shoppers; the last minute scrambler. You grasp the vial in one hand and tug at the front of your thick red sweater, you’re starting to get a bit toasty in the crowded store.

“How old is she?” You ask.

“Um,” he clamps his lips together and thinks, “hmmm, probably seventy-something? I’m sorry, I guess I should know that.”

“That’s okay, I… I would suggest some Liz Taylor,” you turn on your heel and wave him after you as you head off, “it’s a classic. Not so much a me scent but the older crowd likes it. Oh, and it’s on special so your wallet won’t hate it, either.”

You stop by the Diamonds display as you face him again. He follows at a pace and stops before the shelf, perusing the gold caps and crystal caps. He considers the rack in deep thought.

“Here,” you set down your bottle on a nearby table of seasonal decorations and take one from the display. You slip out a strip of cardstock and spray it with the sampler, “this one is gardenia. That was her favourite scent. It’s probably the least pungent.”

You offer him the sample and he eyes it. He slowly bends and sniffs the end of the paper. He wiggles his nose. It makes you sneeze too. As much as you’re a fan of the classic actress, her scents are dated.

“Smells like her,” he grumbles under his breath, “sure, I’ll take that.”

“Great,” you declare and trade the sampler for a boxed bottle, then retrieve your disposed Gucci vial, “would you like me to check you out, sir?”

“Is it faster?”

“I can be fast,” you promise him, “this way.”

You go around the sparkling counters and he meets you across the till. You type in your log in, taking several tries to get your passcode right. The man places his briefcase on the counter,a hand resting on the edge.

“You know a lot about this stuff?” He prompts.

“Yeah, I guess,” you smile as you scan the perfume and tap the special offer on the screen, “kinda part of the job.”

“Hmm” he hums again, in that thoughtful manner. You look at him but he’s not looking at your face, “that’s a nice sweater.”

You look down at the red wool speckled with pearls. It’s new and one of your favourites already. You can’t help a little wiggle of your shoulders, “thanks!”

“Very… cheerful,” he muses as he takes out his wallet, “wish I could say the same of what awaits me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir, it’s that time of year, I guess,” you push the debit machine towards him and he taps his credit card, “I’m sure your mother-in-law will love the perfume.” The transaction approves and the receipt prompts, “would you like an email?”

“Nah, that’s fine,” he tucks his credit card away.

“Would you like it gift-wrapped?” You offer, “it’s free?”

He hovers his hand over his briefcase as he considers it. His eyes meet yours and his cheek dimples, “alright, yeah, that’s… that’s perfect. Thank you.”

“No problem,” you beam back at him, “let me just get some tissue paper…”

You murmur to yourself as you grab some gold tissue paper and a white gift bag with a Christmas tree embossed into the side. You carefully line up the small box on the paper and begin your intensive work. You're a master wrapper, you used to work at the wrapping station in the mall.

“What about you?” He asks before the silence can stretch too far, “you seeing family for the holidays? When you’re not working?”

“Um,” you smile as you look up, “I’m just hanging out with my dog. I bought him a bone.”

“A dog,” he nods, “your family live out of town?”

Usually, you ask the questions. It’s easier that way. It deflects the attention from you. It’s why you like the job; you can hear all about others and not have to think about yourself.

“Yeah, something like that,” you slip the wrapped box into the bag and fluff the tissue paper.

“Eh!” The loud exclamation makes you jump as the man merely turns his head, a tic in his jaw. His eyes narrow as another customer approaches, strutting with hands in his jacket pocket as he calls out, “Barber, what the hell?”

Your customer shifts towards the man, heels squeaking on the floor, “Hugh.”

“Don’t Hugh me, asshole,” the other man retorts, “you said you were busy? What’s the matter, you lose too much money last time?”

“Suzette is in town. Family dinner,” the man, Barber, drones dully.

“Ah, ditched for the old crone, I get it.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, wouldn’t you know it, poker night was canceled, something about not enough seats,” the man counters sharply.

“Next week,” the first man growls.

“Hey, you,” the man in the russet coat snaps his fingers in your direction, “you got some of that Acqua di Gio. That dumb girl over there said you’re sold out.”

Your brows pop up and you swallow tightly. He’s another type. The arrogant demander. He doesn’t hear no. He’ll ask everyone the same question in hope of getting a different answer.

“We are out of stock, sir, but I could order it in for you,” you suggest.

“Order in? I can just go on Amazon, thanks for nothing,” he chops his hand at you dismissively.

“Hey,” the other man nudges his chest, “be nice. She’s working.”

“What? I’m here to spend money and they got shit all–”

“It’s December,” the other man reproaches before he turns back to you, “sorry, my friend is a jerk.” He accepts the gift bag as you hold it out, “thank you. You saved me.”

“No problem, but er, I was gonna say,” you turn to the other man, “sir, I have some samples of the Armani. I could give you those while you wait for the order.”

“Samples?” He echoes, “how many?”

“Let me have a look,” you back up and go to the drawer at the back of the checkout.

“I gotta get going, miss,” the first man waves his hand as you peek over your shoulder, “have a happy holiday.”

“You too,” you chirp back and find the last few tubes of Armani. You claim them and prance back to meet the new customer at the counter, “I have five.” You lay out your wares, “if I order in a bottle it’ll be in just before Christmas.”

“Two weeks?” He puffs.

“I’m sorry, sir, that’s the earliest I can do. It’s the last day I can guarantee delivery before Christmas.”

“Talk, talk, talk, order it,” he snaps.

“Right, let me just…” you open the shop and search up the scent. You add it to the cart and proceed. “Alright, got that, did you want it shipped for pick up here or to your address.”

“Here, they can never fucking find my house,” he sniffs.

“Great, so when it arrives, we’ll give you a call. You’ll also get an email to confirm.”

“What’s going on here?” He points at you suddenly. You look down again at your sweater but don’t see anything amiss. You flinch as he reaches to pinch one of the pearls, “what is this?”

“Oh, I… my sweater,” you raise your head, swallowing down the insult. It’s cute!

“Huh, Walmart clearance, huh,” he scoffs, “alright, how much are you robbing me for?”

He reaches into his coat as you hit total. You read out the final amount but he doesn’t pull out a card; he hands you cash. You count the bills, twice over, then give him his change. He looms with impatient huffs.

“Here’s your receipt,” you hand him the strip of paper. “Have a good day, sir.”

“Mmm,” he pokes his tongue into his cheek as he shoves the receipt into his pocket, “actually, while I’m here, I’d like a new sweater. You can help me and I’ll show you what real quality is.”

You almost laugh. Not spitefully, it’s just a bit silly. He’s competing with you, a perfume pusher.

“Well, sir, I can point you towards men’s fashion but I’m not able to leave this department, I’m sorry,” you give a sheepish smile.

“Oh no, good girl wouldn’t want to break the rules,” he rolls his eyes, “goody goody and her precious little smile.” He hooks his thumbs in his pockets, “my shit better be in by Christmas.”

He twists and strides away. You watch him go but not for long as you’re quickly distracted by a customer looking at the Britney Spears collection. Those are easy sellers.

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super-lovely-star · 4 months

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Fun and nostalgic gifts and treats for Middle Regressors and Dreamers

This is a list of cute little things you can get for yourself or your middle friend! I will generally list them from cheapest to most spendy- but remember, just because something is cheap doesn’t mean it’s a bad gift. Don’t spend beyond your means! And also, you DO NOT need these things to “properly regress!”

Mood Jewelry ($) These were popular when I was a kid. You can get mood rings, necklaces, bracelets, and probably even earrings.

Age appropriate cosmetics ($) Like scented lip creams and gloss, or body glitter.

Glow in the dark stars ($) you can get these in the classic color, or bright colors!

Fidget toys ($) I especially like Tangle! These are good if you have anxiety or are just fidgety.

Small collectable toys ($) Like matchbox cars, littlest pet shop, blind box toys, etc!

Candy ($) Just make sure you don’t get too much, or you might get sick! I especially like sour patch kids, and yan yan.

Stickers ($) I like to get these at Daiso, but you can get them pretty much anywhere! Especially good of you/your friend keeps a journal or writes letters.

Cute plushie keychains ($) To clip onto your bag!

Art supplies ($-$$) If you/your friend likes to draw, you can get some colored pencils, markers, etc! Even a new sketchbook!

Stuff with a First initial on it ($-$$) like pillows, jewelry, little compacts, keychains, etc.

Kids craft kits ($-$$) they have plenty of these at craft stores! Jewelry making kits, paint a sculpture, you name it!

A cute character waterbottle ($-$$) choose depending on your/their favorite character/franchise! I have an usahana water bottle coming in the mail!

A lava/glitter lamp ($$) A cool way to add atmosphere to your/their room, and super relaxing to look at.

A caboodle ($$) To keep your/their accessories, makeup, art supplies, or small toys organized.

Plushies, duh! ($$) If you’re on a budget, you can get these at thrift stores! Just make sure to clean before cuddling.

Action figure or Fashion doll ($$) If you/they are less into plushies, these make equally good companions.

Video games ($$) for whatever console you/they use. I like nintendogs games best!

Tamagotchi ($$) or a similar virtual pet! I never had one, but they look fun!

A DVD of a favorite movie ($$) You can get these cheaper secondhand! Just make sure they still work.

A cute journal ($$) I like the ones they sell at Claire’s best. They look like cute animals!

Vintage Clothes ($$-$$$) If your shopping on ebay or depop, make sure you know the measurements. Especially if you’re going for actual tween brands like Limited Too or Mezzo Piano Junior, which run smaller than adult sizes.

An inflatable or beanbag chair ($$-$$$) Just make sure you/they have space for one!

MP3 or CD player ($$$) Especially good gift for a music lover!

Last but not least, a Razor scooter! ($$$) Did you know they make these in adult sizes? I have one named Jazz and I love it dearly.

Love you all, platonically ofc! 🎁💝

#sfw middle regression #middle regression #sfw agere #agere #sfw agedre #agedre #sfw age regression #age regression #agere blog #agere textpost #agere gear #agere gifts #Nostalgia #gift ideas

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mitsuyeaah · 1 year

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backstage pass.

— izana kurokawa, kakucho x f! reader

cw: tenjiku band au, nsfw (mdni), smut, threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, pet name (princess, baby)

a/n: as requested by my good friend @ask-the-insect-hashira <3 hope u enjoy hehe

the deafening screams of thousands of fans filled your ears, their excitement reaching all the way to your bones. you couldn’t blame them at all, who wouldn’t be going crazy for tenjiku?—the current hottest band in country. that’s right, tenjiku was a fresh & new band that stole the nation’s attention, led by none other than the charismatic lead singer, izana kurokawa.

hurried footsteps of the staff could be heard going up and down the hallway, frantic reminders telling the band members to prepare to head for the under stage and to wear their in-ear monitors as the concert would start in less than ten minutes. time was ticking.

normally, you would’ve been ushering your boyfriend out of his dressing room and to the hallway that lead to the under stage while helping him put his in-ear monitor on but not tonight. not when he’s got his cock deliciously stuffed inside your cunt, not when he feels this good as he pounds you from behind.

your arms splayed against the cool surface of izana’s designated vanity table, carelessly knocking bottles and palettes of cosmetic products as your fingers scraped against the table—warm cheeks pressed against the vanity.

izana didn’t even bother pulling his jeans and underwear all the way down and only pulled it enough for him to take his cock out of its painful confines and stuff it inside you after eagerly flicking your skirt up and pushing your panties aside.

it was all because of that damn mini skirt.

you had accompanied your boyfriend backstage to support him and his band with their first ever major concert but the problem was, you wore a mini skirt that practically drove izana up the wall.

yes, he had a thing of mini skirts and yes, you knew that. you thought wearing the short, white pleated skirt would help him calm his nerves but instead it got his dick hard.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as izana paced his hips faster, trying to get you both closer to your orgasm as he hurried the commotion outside, “ah! ah! izana—ngh! you need to get going!” you whined, your voice coming out in breathless pants due to the pleasure your boyfriend was giving you.

izana threw his head back as you clenched around him, his platinum-coloured hair & hanafuda earrings swaying with the sudden movement. “hmm? you don’t want me to leave you—ah! to leave you high and dry, right princess? so, why don’t you be good f’me and cum around my cock?” he bit his lips, fingers digging into the soft fabric of your skirt—the skirt he loved so much because of the way it exposed your thighs.

the mixed sounds of skin slapping and hushed moans drowned out every single sound outside izana’s dressing room, it was like you two were in your own little world. away from the staff, away from his band members, and away from the prying eyes of the media & fans.

“fuck, baby! i’m—ah! i’m c-close!” you moaned loudly which caused izana to swiftly sheathe his index and middle finger inside your mouth, hushing you. “y’gotta be quiet, princess.. we can’t have them suspecting anything, hm?” he let out a low growl, chest pressing against your back as he whispered into your ear.

you absentmindedly nodded, moaning around his digits as his cock prodded deeper into your cunt. you closed your eyes to focus on the sensation of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again, and the way his balls slapped against your clit. the familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach slowly started to rise up, muscles becoming taut as your orgasm was just around the corner.

as you were about to cry out in pleasure, izana’s hips came to an abrupt stop which left his dick buried inside you, unmoving. your eyes shot open, head snapping up at his sudden lack of movement.

“izana, everyone’s been looking for y— oh.”

your eyes darted to the owner of the voice who stood at the door, one hand gripping the knob. kakucho. he was ready for the concert, his in-ear monitor firmly tucked in his ears. your eyes widened and heat spread to your cheeks in embarrassment, you couldn’t believe the two of you got caught by one of his band members.

but izana was everything but fazed.

he tilted his head to the side, his drop earrings clinking with the movement, “hm. i thought i locked the door.” with that, the light-haired man returned to his previous pace, earning a loud moan from you.

the noises the slipped past your lips were higher in pitch and more frequent. it was embarrassing to say the least. how could he just get back to fucking you while his fellow band mate was there in the room? as much as you didn’t want to show how fucked out you were, izana’s hips didn’t falter and you were completely at his mercy.

“izana—” your whine was suddenly cut off by your boyfriend, “kakucho, get over here and shut the door.” izana pulled you onto the nearest couch without pulling out— you now sat on his lap, back against his chest as he thrusted up into you which caused your head to loll back onto his shoulder.

his fingers deliciously dug into your hips hard enough to surely leave a bruise but you couldn’t care less.

the younger man quickly shut the door, this time locking it with an audible click before making his way over to where you and izana sat. “why don’t you—ngh! fuck! why don’t you demonstrate how skilled those fingers are—ah! c’mon.. you’re our talented guitarist for a reason.” izana moaned before burying his face in the junction of your neck, sharply inhaling your scent.

kakucho didn’t have to be told twice to act; he dropped down to his knees in front of you and pried your knees open, eyes glued to the apex of your legs where you and izana met. he massaged your inner thighs, hand dangerously close to where you wanted him most, so close yet so far.

you bit your lips as his hand finally made contact with your folds, fingers massaging the wet plump skin that wrapped around the base of izana’s cock. kakucho wasted no more time by rubbing tight circles around your clit, earning a loud high pitched moan from you. “yeah? you like that?” kakucho groaned, biting his lip as your face contorted in pure pleasure.

“shh, you being too loud, princess.. kakucho, why don’t you go do something about it, hm?” izana mumbled against your neck before biting down at the supple skin to suppress his moans, fuck, he was close too.

as if reading izana’s mind, kakucho lifted himself off the ground and gently wrapped a hand around your nape, pulling you closer to his face and sealing your lips together.

his kisses were gentle yet desperate.

the way his pillowy lips hungrily moved against your own made you clench around izana’s cock which didn’t go unnoticed by him, “you like it when he kisses you, huh? so naughty.” he breathily chuckled, face still buried in yor neck.

“where are izana and kakucho?! they need to be in the under stage in two minutes!” the three of you heard their manager outside yell from the hallway, his voice getting nearer and nearer to izana’s dressing room.

the door knob to his dressing room started shaking as the person—most likely their manager—on the other side attempted to open it. “izana! open up! you need to be out here, now!” their manager frantically knocked at the door, causing you to jolt on your boyfriend’s lap.

“yes, yes, i’ll be out in a sec!” izana yelled out, trying his best to sound as normal as possible but there was a slight whimper at the end of his sentence. he prayed his manager didn’t catch that.

your eyes brimmed with tears as kakucho desperately slapped your clit, your moans being swallowed by the same man. everything felt too intense—izana’s cock abusing that spongy spot inside you and kakucho slapping your clit immediately brought you to your sweet orgasm.

you moaned against kakucho’s mouth as you creamed around izana’s cock, fingers digging into the collar of the younger man’s jacket. “aah, yeah that’s it princess!” izana lowly growled into your neck before stilling his hips and burying his cock into you, biting down your neck as he finally reached his climax, sending vibrations down your spin as he moaned against the soft skin.

your legs trembled at kakucho’s fingers that was still giving your clit attention and at the way izana’s hot seed painted your walls. the two of your pulled away from one another to catch your breaths, chest heaving up and down as you stared at kakucho’s mismatched eyes—a signature look he has achieved with the use of coloured lenses. a slight tint of pink dusted over his cheeks, and eyes clearly blown with lust. fuck, he looked perfect.

izana pulled out and lifted you off his lap, your legs slightly wobbled as you stood up and smoothed your skirt down. your panties were now soiled by your’s and izana’s cum, how filthy.

their manager once again knocked on the door, this time it was louder, you could tell he was getting frantic and impatient with how much time izana was taking.

“i’m not done with you yet, i’m going to fuck my cum back into you once this concert is over.” your boyfriend whispered, before tucking himself back in and pulling his jeans up. he gave you one last heated kiss, his hand firmly placed on your neck before heading for the door with kakucho.

“maybe, we’ll have a special guest too. y’know, backstage pass perks.” his orchid-coloured eyes darted between you and kakucho, a sly smile forming upon his lips, and before you could say anything, the two rushed out of the dressing room as they heard the final call to head for the under stage, their manager hastily ushering them down the hall.

it’s safe to say that backstage passes won’t be a one-time thing for you.

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whencyclopedia · 2 months

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A Gallery of Ancient Egyptian Art

Ancient Egyptian art was created to serve a practical purpose, not for its own sake, and so every piece had a specific function. At the same time, these works were crafted in accordance with the cultural value of ma'at (harmony) and so attention was paid to symmetry, balance, and aesthetics.

A statue of a deity was made as a home for that god or goddess just as one made of a king – or a peasant – was created as an eternal image of that person that their soul would recognize and respond to after death but still needed to be aesthetically pleasing. Intricate amulets, bangles, and charms served to protect one from evil spirits, bad luck, and ghosts but were also decorative. Even ceramics, cosmetic spoons and boxes, and perfume bottles, all created for functional purposes, ornamented with symbols of protection and reminders of the gifts of the gods, were still fashioned to be visually stunning.

The images in this gallery include some of the most famous works of ancient Egyptian art and others seldom seen. Statues range from deities to kings and queens to peasants and pets and wall paintings from simple domestic scenes like preparing a duck to the afterlife image of judgment before the god Osiris. The artists of ancient Egypt addressed all aspects of one’s journey through life and after death and, in doing so, created some of the most memorable artworks in world history.

#History #EgyptianMythology #EgyptianCulture #EgyptianArt

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natolesims · 5 months

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OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

Thank you for the tag @windslar!! Our favourite blonde is going to be in the eye of the hurricane for the next days, so let's get to get to know Lottie a bit better :D

1. What uncommon/common fear do they have?

She's afraid of thunderstorms! And also, death. She lost her mom at a very young age, so an early demise is something Lottie feels uneasy about.

2. Do they have any pet peeves?

People who talk too much about themselves. Ironic, huh?

3. What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Expensive perfume bottles, at least one bouquet of fresh flowers and a manicure set.

4. What do they notice first in a person?

Their general hygiene. Lottie won't judge you about your clothing and style (maybe a little), but uneccesary messiness? Bad smells? Dirty teeth? Ew, no thanks.

5. On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Oh no, a complete 0. She'll cry rivers for the smallest, non-visible scratch anytime. She's a terrible patient whenever she's really hurt or sick.

6. Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Lottie will choose violence whenever she feels the lightest pressure on her glamourous and delicate self, thank you very much.

7. Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

No and yes! Her family has been always her and her dad since she was a toddler, and she always grew apart from other relatives or acquaitances. On the other hand, being close to Tiana made Lottie become included by the whole White bunch in their chaotic family antics, what shaped her into a a very familiar person. That's one of the main reasons she would love to have a big family of her own!

8. What animal represents them best?

A very much spoiled angora cat, of course.

9. What is a smell that they dislike?

Artificial strawberry, specially on cosmetics.

10. Have they broken any bones?

Nope! And let's hope things stay that way!

11. How would a stranger likely describe them?

It would depend on her mood, since she can be your best friend or ignore you completely if she feels like it. In general, people often say she's elegant, well-educated, pretentious and too loud.

12. Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Her? A night owl? She won't interrupt her beauty sleep even if her life depends on it. Lottie prefers to wake up early and get things done with a freshly rested face.

13. What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Hate: coconut / Love: vanilla!

14. Do they have any hobbies?

I don't know if it counts as a hobby, but wellness is her main thing. From doing yoga and meditating to research crystal properties, Lottie is very passionate about it!

15. Boom, surprise birthday party!How do they react to surprises?

Oh, she LOVES surprises! Only if they reach her standards, what's a bit troublesome. But anything that makes her feel like the main character is a yes, thank you.

16. Do they like to wear jewelry?

It's not a preference, it's a sport. And she's the national champion.

17. Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Of course it's neat! She wouldn't dare to leave elegant handwritten and scented notes to people with an horrendous one. Fun fact: she even took calligraphy classes to improve her style at some point.

18. What are two emotions they feel the most?

Flirty (of course) and confident (of course x2).

19. Do they have a favorite fabric?

Silk! So fresh, smooth and flattering. And expensive, as usual.

20. What kind of accent do they have?

US English, rich girl edition.

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Original Ghoap scritchie anon here:

I am giggling hysterically at the thought of Simon kneeling reverentially before you in the shower like he's about to receive the sacrament and offering up his $3 bottle of Sports-Scented Man Wash.

No matter how much the boys want you to smell like them, you are NOT using that cheap gunk in your hair, thank you very much. 😤 They are only too happy to buy you proper hair products (doesn't have their scent but makes you smell soooo good) although you will have to be excruciatingly detailed, even going so far as to make them pull up and screenshot a picture of the bottles on their phones to make sure they don't get the wrong thing.

Simon is still going to use his shampoo/conditioner/body wash/moisturizer/gun oil/lubes super combo because he's been using the same thing for 20 years and sees no reason to change it. (But if he's going to be away for awhile on a job he maaaaaybe might mayhaps wash his mask with your soap before he leaves so he can smell you while he works. Possibly.)

Johnny, however, has had an absolute revelation. All these years he's spent washing his hair with cheap-ass soap and he could've had this? The first time he steals your shampoo, he washes his hair like three times over the course of one shower just to enjoy how luxuriously it lathers. Comes strolling out all smug as hell, running his hand over his hair. "Hey. Hey y/n. Notice anything?" (He 100% thinks a single wash is going to make a noticeable difference). This is obviously an invitation for you to pet his hair, duh, and if you don't (or won't) pick up on it he will pout like the world is ending. He still uses the 3-in-1 on missions, it's just more practical, but as soon as he gets home he is dragging you into the shower to correct the damage that has clearly been done to his hair out on the field. You might have to shampoo and condition him several times, y/n, it's dire. :(

Simon gives him endless shit over it, over course ("you ain't a fuckin' show dog, Johnny"), but secretly likes the way your cosmetic smells mix with Johnny's natural scent. But he also is jealous about how much of your precious shower time Johnny's new found love of hair care is taking up. Either they are going to do some bathroom reno to get a shower big enough for all three of you, or you are going to turn into a prune. Or Johnny is getting locked in his cage so Simon can spend an adequate amount of uninterrupted shower time with you.

God help their water bill.

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