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blacktrickle · 7 months
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if you have the time and feel like it, please gush about your love of batphone
i...
i can't...
my palms just started sweating.
WHY IS THE ROOM TURNING DARK??
listen. when alexander went into the studio on that day, she meant BUSINESS. do you understand? she had EVERYTHING to lose. eviction notice on the door. her man was sick of her and packing his bags to leave. the tow truck was outside to repossess her car. she'd run out of her favorite dairy-free milk. there were STAKES. and she went in the booth and SANG 👏🏾 the FUCKING 👏🏾 SONG 👏🏾 .
just...
HERE GODDAMMIT.
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stalcryshop · 3 months
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How to recognise real citrine and heat-treated amethys
Color: Real citrine typically has a pale to golden yellow hue, ranging from a light straw color to a deep golden shade. In contrast, heat-treated amethyst that is being sold as citrine often exhibits an orangey or reddish tint. Natural citrine is rarely dark orange or reddish brown.
Transparency: Genuine citrine is usually transparent to translucent, allowing light to pass through with clarity. Heat-treated amethyst may have cloudy or patchy areas due to uneven heating during the treatment process.
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Natural Inclusions: When examining citrine, look for natural inclusions such as mineral traces or color zoning, which are indicative of its natural formation. In heat-treated amethyst, these inclusions may be less common or may have been altered by the heat treatment.
Growth Structure: Citrine and amethyst belong to the quartz family, and their crystal structures are similar. However, natural citrine crystals may exhibit growth patterns and formations that differ from those found in heat-treated amethyst. Examining the crystal structure under magnification can provide insights into their authenticity.
Why is citrine so powerful?
Is Amethyst good for Taurus?
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nysocboy · 1 month
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You're looking at an Ace
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"Farley's Song," from Shock Treatment (1982). Notice that Kelvin has the Ace of Spades and a winged tiger on his military jacket. But it could mean asexual too
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s-sonneveld · 9 months
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THOR 5: ACT II
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THOR V: ACT II
By Stephen Sonneveld
(Read ACT I)
CUT TO a PRISON YARD. Shirtless “CRUSHER” CREEL performs arm curls, the HELA tattoo on his powerful shoulder glistening under the grime and sweat. Two other inmates stand sentry. He tells them, “BULLDOZER, PILEDRIVER, cover me.” They stand in front of the weight bench as Creel’s hand and arm ABSORB the properties of the barbell, to his dissatisfaction.
“This won’t do. Got the matches?”
“You sure you wanna try that, Crusher?”
“Wrecker’s pickin’ us up tonight. The plane for New Asgard leaves in the morning. It’s now or never.”
A NEW ASGARD BOOKSTORE. Blake tells the clerk he is shopping for a friend’s gift. Clerk recommends a new book on Hela, which infuriates Blake, asking who would want to read a book about a mass murderer?
“Oh, plenty. We have an entire section. Right next to World War 2.” Blake is flummoxed when told about the countless “books, comics. Naomi Watts played her in a movie. Turn on the TV any night of the week, you're bound to see a documentary about her. Doctor... where have you been?”
As dumbfounded Blake peruses the Hela section, a YOUNG MAN walks by and casually tosses a flier on the ground. He exits the store. Bake is annoyed, thinking the Young Man was being disrespectful. When he grabs the flier to throw it away, he realizes it is advertising a rally for the CHILDREN OF HEL.
Clerk confirms that they are an extremist group, to which Blake responds, “Well maybe if the media hadn't spent the all these years promoting Hela, these idiots wouldn't be marching in our streets, under her banner, today!”
Blake races out of the store –
The Young Man races into the back room of a TACTICAL GEAR SHOP, passing the shop owner, MALACHI WANKSTROM before exiting.
Blake enters the dingy back room, a hang out with flags, books and posters for the Children of Hel, a “Neo-Nazi” adjunct whose idol is Hela, not Hitler. Wankstrom is outfitted as one of Hela’s brownshirt (olive green, rather) soldiers.
As thick in his waistline as he is in the head, Wankstrom is nonetheless engaging (imagine Danny McBride), and eager to welcome Blake.
Initially infuriated, Blake has a difficult time taking Wankstrom seriously, a blowhard full of contradictions and conspiracy theories. They have a comedic tête-à-tête.
“You do know… she lost?”
“Who's to say? Some theories suggest she escaped to a tropical planet.”
The conversation turns slightly more sober –
“Hela will rise again from the ashes of Surtur –”
“So you admit she lost?”
“I did not say that.”
“Gods die, no matter how much you wish otherwise.”
“And you know this for a fact?”
Blake pauses, “I pray every night for Frigga to return.”
Finally, looking at all of the tactical gear and weapons, Blake questions the group’s true motives, but Wankstrom insists they are all “fine, upstanding citizens.”
In his PRISON CELL, sleeping Creel’s head violently shakes back and forth. He awakens from a terrible dream, finding comfort outside his cell window, in the nearly full moon.
He lights a match, drops it in his hand, and closes his fist. His hand catches fire, but he is able to control it, absorb it, until his fist emanates a molten glow.
Across the aisle, in their own cell, Bulldozer and Piledriver watch Creel’s fiery hand alight the dank prison, as it burns through the cell’s bars.
OUTSIDE THE PRISON, the three inmates are greeted by WRECKER, driving a moving van hitched to a compact car. Before they can celebrate the “Wrecking Crew” reunion, POLICE HELICOPTERS are already in the area.
Wrecker assures them he is prepared, as he bought the last of the Vulture’s stash of alien technology. Wrecker dramatically opens the moving van’s large door to reveal… gauntlets, a head piece, a crowbar, and a ball and chain. “Trust me.”
Bulldozer and Piledriver are less than impressed with the weapons, but Creel chuckles at the ball and chain. “Dibs,” he says, hoisting it into the compact car, while instructing the trio about the encroaching police, “You clowns deal with it. I’ve got a plane to catch and a god to kill.”
“We’ll meet you there, Crusher,” they assure. Piledriver wears the gauntlets, Bulldozer the head piece, and Wrecker cackles as he wields the crowbar.
Quickly acclimating to their new toys, the Wrecking Crew decimates the Police.
New Asgard. Blake enters a crowded BAR, patrons trained on the talented singer and guitar player – the Mousey Blond Nurse from the hospital.
Blake embraces the bar’s owner, ERIK SELVIG. When Blake offhandedly remarks, “She works at the hospital,” Selvig retorts, “You’re not the only one with a secret identity, Dr. Blake.”
They banter: “So this is retirement?”
“Seven doctorates and I still can't mix a martini.”
Selvig asserts he is doing something he’s always wanted to do, because their lives are filled with such uncertainty. “How do I even know I'm me? A mad Titan snaps his fingers… one timeline merging with another…”
As Selvig muses about the multiverse, Creel drives the compact car past a PUERTO RICAN RESTAURANT along the somewhat residential road to the PRIVATE AIRPORT.
Creel smiles at the moon – and it radiates. We see things from Creel’s perspective: colors floating, bleeding, a sky torn asunder revealing a multiverse –
The car screeches to a halt. Creel’s hands are shaking.
The restaurant owner, a PUERTO RICAN FATHER, and the waitress, his TEENAGE daughter, look out the window at Creel’s car, which slowly begins its drive toward the nearby airport.
AT THE BAR, there are multiple beer glasses, and two coffee cups in front of Selvig and Blake.
Selvig thanks Blake for the thoughtful gift of the book, and mentions how his mother loved to read. For the second time, Blake says he misses Frigga, and how the loss of his mother hurt him more than anything else. As for Odin, “It somehow seems natural fathers should die.”
“That's because we are sons, not daughters.”
This ties in to Blake talking about the extremist group, Children of Hel. Selvig half-jokes if they are under the spell of some enchantress. Blake responds, “The only spell they're under is their own delusion.”
Now a little tipsy, Selvig is feeling sentimental, smiling to Blake, “Just promise you’ll tell Jane hello for me.” Blake doesn’t understand. “When you see her in Valhalla.”
Blake chuckles, pushing the coffee to Selvig, toasting, “Skoal.” “Skoal!”
NEARING DAWN, the Wrecking Crew drives the moving van down the residential street to the private airport. They see the Puerto Rican Restaurant and debate whether or not to eat. When they see the attractive teenage waitress, they decide they suddenly have an “appetite.”
From the nearby airport, Creel huffs, watching the moving van pull into the restaurant’s lot.
IN THE MODEST RESTAURANT, the father, HECTOR AYALA, wearing a green tiger paw pendant, cleans the grill, while his daughter, IVELISSE, marries the condiments. She is clearly bored, but Hector reminds her they moved out of the city for a better life, away from all of the fighting… and killing.
The Wrecking Crew pulls on the locked door. When Ivelisse politely says, “We’re not open yet,” they back off – until Wrecker smashes the door open with his crowbar, causing a sharp DING! from the entrance bell. “Looks like you are.”
Hector threatens them from the kitchen, but Bulldozer knocks the wall down, seemingly on Hector.
The Wrecking Crew stalks the terrified Ivelisse, but all turn at the door’s gentle DING. Hector has transformed into the WHITE TIGER. “Is there a problem, miss?”
White Tiger draws the laughing trio into the parking lot. Despite their weapons, White Tiger displays an uncanny mastery of the martial arts, dispatching the Wrecking Crew as much with cleverness as force.
Before White Tiger can celebrate his victory, Ivelisse shrieks – Creel bashes White Tiger with the ball and chain. He swings the ball, ready to land the killing blow – but Ivelisse bravely steps in the way. He smirks, walking back to the airport, where the sun is rising.
“Don't worry, girlie, I don't fight broads.”
“You're the one who's gonna have to worry.”
He chuckles, turns to her, while walking backward, “Somebody shoulda put me down a long time ago.”
Ivelisse tends the injured White Tiger, removing his mask. Though in great pain, Hector removes the tiger paw pendant and places it around Ivelisse’s neck, smiling. His eyes peacefully close. Her eyes close in tears.
(ACT III debuting next Wednesday)
(Read ACT I)
(Read ACT III)
(Read ACT IV)
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starzspeak02 · 1 year
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These people must wear "Feroza Stone", will get rid of enemies forever
The importance and miracles of gems have been told in ancient texts. It is believed that gems enhance the luck of a person and remove negative energy. One such gem is Feroza stone. According to astrology, special precautions should be taken before wearing any gemstone. The assessment of the position of the planets in the zodiac and horoscope is also considered important.
According to gem astrology, Feroza gemstone is said to be best for those people. Firoza stone is considered to bring success in life. Firoza is called 'Turquoise' in English. Turquoise gemstone is dark blue in appearance and it looks attractive also.
Talking about gems of astrology, there are many gems like sapphire, emerald, coral, ruby, topaz which are also famous but at the same time very expensive. But their effect is great. But apart from these, there are many such gems which may be called Uparatna or cheap gems but their effect is very fast.
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For more Info : These people must wear "Feroza Stone", will get rid of enemies forever
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gayancgm · 1 year
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Its All About "Geuda" Treatments . 😬
Geuda Is A Verity In Corundum Family That Lack Some Of Gem Properties .But After Heat Treatment Can Convert Them In To Sapphires .
“Geuda” Heat treatment became more prominent in Sri Lanka since late 1970 with enhanced knowledge to convert “Geuda” into premium blue colour sapphire.
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harmoonix · 3 months
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🦁𝙃𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙖🦁
(Astrology Observations)
𓃭~ 𝕫𝕚𝕞𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕨𝕖 ~𓃭
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☀️ Leo Placements especially Sun/Moon/Rising/Venus have a shining face/body in general their skin shines a lot and is good because it indicates healthy skin, they may also have a very complex beauty like you need to stare at them for a bit to just admire their beauty
☀️ 5°, 17°, and the 29th° degrees indicate fame and recognition, sometimes getting a lot of attention, on the sun/ascendant/midhaven can give those things (Jupiter in those degrees extends the beauty of the native)
☀️Juno in Fire Signs love with a passion and need a passionate relationship/partner, they're very fierce and need to feel loved at fullest
☀️ Aquarius/Virgo Moon/Rising/Mercury are so analytical, they will analyze everything about a person like their eyes/face/clothes/body/behavior etc.. 😲😲
☀️ Scorpio Venus/Mars/Rising/Juno can definitely experience getting or having jealous partners, (or possesive) their partners can be clingy as well
☀️ Venus in your 7th house is in perfect harmony/will attract a lot of love/partners/harmony in their relationships and full of blessings
☀️ North Node aspecting Sun/Pluto/Saturn/Chiron literally gives the vibe of Lion King because of "Circle of life", like to experience things and to evolve and going from different circles of life to another
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☀️Mercury/Moon in Pisces or at Pisces Degrees (12°, 24°) have a serene/peaceful voice, I know so many people with both Pisces Mercury & Moon they are having such a calm sweet voice ❣️
☀️Try to analyze your ruler planet persona chart to discover more things about yourself, if you have 2 ruler planets look at both persona chart, if you have Leo Rising your own chart is the sun natal chart ❣️
☀️Pluto aspecting the ascendant natives are not only mesmerizing but they're full of evolution as well, you'll learn so many things if you have someone with those aspects beside you, they can teach you/make you evolve with them
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From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
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☀️ Don't forget that the house you have Pisces in is also ruled by the Jupiter not only by Neptune, in traditional astrology Pisces is ruled by Jupiter
☀️ Sun in Leo/Leo in the 8th house have such a magnetic energy, they're like a gemstone 💎 shinning and full of mystery in the same time
☀️ Gemini Placements esp Rising and Mars are captivating people, these natives are always having the best stories to share, they're also very communicative and open to everything
☀️ Leo/Libra/Taurus/Pisces Moons know how to give themselves and others a love treatment, I know so many of them cheering others up to make them feel better and happy
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☀️ I admire 9th house placements for their love for travelling and seeing the worlds beautiful nature, they're also outgoing from young ages and that makes them to be wild and free when they grow up
☀️ 10°, 22° are hardworking degrees, on midhaven/sun/ascendant give the vibe of a hardworking person, also shows a lot of influence upon others
☀️ 11° 23° degrees are influential degrees, on Venus these degrees can influence others based on the beauty or their fashion style/ on the midhaven influence about their work or career/on Mercury influencing about their voice/speech
☀️ Sagittarius/Aries and Gemini Degrees usually are the people talk very fast in a conversation and at the end the people can end up like "Sorry can you repeat again"
☀️ Chiron in the 4th/6th/12th houses natives may like to stay alone for a bit to relax or to calm themselves, they really need peace of mind
☀️ Sun/Mars in the 10th house shows someone who is focusing a lot on their work/job/career and its very confident about it, they may also stay over the program or overworking to put more on themselves
☀️ Venus aspecting the north node has a very beautiful journey in life, to learn how to love themselves and how to be loved, to learn what healthy and true love feels like (all aspects)
☀️ Ascendant aspecting the Moon are having a specific beauty, some of them may have big sparkling eyes, maybe oval face, beautiful smile
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☀️ Lilith Leo/Lilith in the 5th house or Lilith aspecting Sun can feel unseen/unloved at times or they can feel people like people don't give them the attention they deserve, and is not like that, I know there is someone who loves you for who you are ❣️❣️❣️
☀️ Moon/Venus and North Node in the 3rd house create a very beautiful connection with their siblings (if they have) and a harmonious relationships
☀️ Pluto in the 2nd house has a transformative energy towards their value and worth, because you have to realize that you're worth it and you deserve the best
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There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round
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☀️ Mercury/Jupiter/ Venus & Sun in the 11th house create wonderful friendships, their friends can be everything for some of these natives and be a blessing in their lives ❣️
☀️ Jupiter aspecting the Sun/Moon or Ascendant can make the native extremely optimistic and lucky, they are having a good vibe and love to see/make other people happy with their presence
☀️ Aries Moon/Rising/Venus/Sun can be clingy/possesive and over protective it kills me sometimes how underatted these placements are when it comes to those things
☀️Mars in Earth Signs feels so full with responsibiliies at times, Mars struggles and loves it here in the same time, it gives them an bossy aura or energy too
☀️ Mars/Jupiter/Saturn/Pluto in the 1st house natives usually have a lot of body strength, they can work in gym or maybe having a muscle body or a good fit and still be strong
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☀️ Neptune in the 1st house natives are having a great connection with their subconscious or spiritual world. These natives are highly spiritual and easily connect with their subconscious mind/soul
☀️ Neptune at 1°, 13° and 25th° degrees usually have a lot of energy and easily can get overstimulated, they be doing more things at once and hate it when it gets boring
☀️ Lilith aspecting Mars can be the ultimate femme fatale energy let me tell you how tricky this placement is cus it makes people to hate and love you in the same time (to hate you I mean some people may just not like you and because Mars is a male planet those people can be men at times)
☀️ Uranus/Sun aspecting Mars can bless the native with a lot of body motion,they can be good at dancing in general things that have to do with body movement
☀️ Uranus aspecting Sun is a vibe I swear, I love their energy they're like "C'mon let's do this thing I'm so excited for it" and the next minute they be coming with another idea and another ✨ innovative✨
☀️ Dark Lilith (58) in the 8th/12th house for in Scorpio/Pisces the native has surreal energy, not gonna lie we talk about dark lilith here these so it manifest with rage/intensity/mystery and even hypnotic vibes at times
☀️ If you have your ascendant not aspecting that many planets in your chart or an empty ascendant you'll have an easy time with discovering yourself and feeling like yourself
☀️ Having an empty 7th house is actually beneficial because long terms relationships will come easier for you with this house being empty
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☀️ Capricorn Placements are known for being hardworking and respected in their environments but I cannot stand the fact when someone calls them cold or mean or idk what other things because I rarely met Capricorns like that, I say this as a Capricorn Myself 🐐♑
☀️ Uranus aspecting Venus natives can manifest in 2 categories as, wanting or having multiple crushes or people that you like or find attractive or being confused in their love life (omg sometimes indicating love triangles forgot that)
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It's the circle of life❂
❂And it moves us all
Through despair and hope❂
❂Through faith and love
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☀️Sun or Moon in the 9th house or in Sagittarius can have a passion about writing ✍🏼 like in their diaries or maybe writing books/mini stories
☀️ Pluto in Scorpio Generation was meant to bring back things that were classified by people as "taboo/forbidden" how many celebrities during the Pluto in Scorpio Generation were called bad names because they were bringing such things back...😨😨
☀️ Ascendant sextile or semi - sextile the sun has an easily likeable energy, a lot of people can like them because of their personality and aura
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☀️ Whenever I say "aspecting" in my observations I also mean the "parallels and contra parallels" and even the "minor aspects" like "quintile/Bi-quintile/semi-sextile/semi-square etc...
☀️ "Quintile" aspects are very beneficial idk why so many people consider them minor aspects they're pretty powerful in the chart
☀️ Aries and in general a lot of fire placements in the chart shows a hot temper, someone who gets easily angered or annoyed but not like in a crazy way
☀️ Juno asteroid code (3) in Pisces or Pisces Degrees (12°, 24°) have a special bounding, maybe love at first sight?? Falling in love quickly too and sometimes shy in love
☀️Juno asteroid code (3) in Capricorn or in Capricorn Degrees (10°, 22°) most natives have a long lasting relationships, respectful placements, even successful and hardworking partners
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𓃭Nants ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhm ingonyama𓃭
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𓃭Nants ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhm ingonyama𓃭
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☀️ I remember vividly that last year on the same day I posted some Venus notes observations, for this year I wanted the theme to be different and I choose my favorite Disney movie: The Lion King (The movie from 2019 had me crying on me knees), the native language,the storyline, THE MUSIC OFC and the flora/fauna & overall the sub-saharan Africa is wonderful and beautiful, and because it happens to be my birthday in the same day I wanted to make this post in time 🥳☀️ The funny thing is that finally now I can check that solar return chart for the new year 2024 🥳
☀️ I hope you all have an amazing day full of love, blessings, a good vibe/energy and just do the things you love and that make you happy ☀️
H a r m o o n i x 4/2024
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thesimline · 24 days
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Welcome back to the glitz and glamour of the 1920s birthstone lookbook! After hair, jewellery is my favourite CC to hunt for so these ensembles were so much fun for me to put together. Want more good time gals and fabulous flappers? You can check out part one here.
Ruby is one of the most expensive gemstones and with its rich red colour it isn't hard to see why. Rubies have long been connected with physicality and strength, thought to be intimately connected with the human body.
Hair | Earrings (TSR) | Necklace (TSR) | Dress | Gloves | Bracelets | Ring (TSR) | Shoes (TSR)
Peridot is one of my favourite stones thanks to its gorgeous yellow-green hue. Because of this lively appearance they were often thought to protect their wearer at night.
Hair (retired - direct download) | Hairband (TSR) | Earrings | Necklace | Fur Bolero | Dress | Gloves | Bracelet | Cigarette Holder | Stockings (TSR) | Shoes
Sapphire is considered a protective gemstone. They may shield the wearer from physical harm, as well as bad intentions and envy. It was also thought that sapphires had medicinal properties.
Hat | Hair | Earrings | Necklace (TSR) | Coat | Gloves & Stockings (Base Game) | Shoes
Opal is an incredibly unique gemstone with its multi-coloured appearance. Opals are associated with light and magic, with some crediting them with healing properties.
Hair | Earrings | Necklace (TSR) | Feather Trim | Dress (TSR) | Gloves | Bracelet (TSR) | Ring (TSR) | Stockings | Shoes
Topaz comes from the Sanskrit word for fire, which is reflected in its vibrant and rich orange-yellow colour. It is believed that topaz worn above the heart assures long life, beauty and intelligence.
Hair | Hairband | Earrings | Choker (TSR) | Coat | Dress | Gloves (Vampires) | Shoes
Blue Topaz actually comes out of the ground colourless or pale blue. A two-step heat and radiation laboratory treatment is then used to turn these stones vivid blue.
Hair (TSR) | Hairband | Earrings & Bracelets | Necklace (TSR) | Dress | Gloves & Stockings (Base Game) | Shoes
With thanks to some amazing creators: @leeleesims1 @pralinesims @sentate @batsfromwesteros @glitterberrysims @madlensims @zurkdesign @delis-sims @jius-sims @thesimsis4gays @javitrulovesims @simadelics @lizziksims @trillyke @aveirasims
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beanlot · 1 year
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MISTRESS
sevika x maid!reader
at first, you were her maid. but master liked you just enough to make you her mistress.
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word count: 4.0k
genre: smut
warnings: amab!sevika, age gap, sevika cheats on her wife, slight spanking, spit, vibrator use, master/servant relationship, breeding kink
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“what a gorgeous colour.” her fingers ironing the corners of her lips, mahogany lipstick cleansing from the cedar skin in superlative fashion. she was objectively sumptuous, a classy woman surrounded by old money and platinum basin sinks; an easy life enough that she didn’t even have to raise a finger to apply honeydew exfoliation masks to her glistening skin. “don’t you think?” she stares at you through the mirror, umber eyes fanned by silky lashes - lids glossed with everlasting lustre of golden butterscotch, tempted to believe you could see your reflection if stood close enough.
“yes, madam.” you nod, fingers clasped onto a hanger, vintage dress glittered with merlot gemstones fluorescent against the sapphire tiles of the floor. you weren’t lying, it was a gorgeous colour. and madam wasn’t particularly sinister against you, or even sinister at all..
“you filthy pig.”
“don’t you dare touch my antiques.”
“look at you, fix this messy hair. i will not have guests over whilst you look like a disgusting hooker.”
mostly.
“vika loves this colour.” she sighs, french-tipped nails tapping against the argyle jewellery around her neck. her scent of prevailing pumpkin spice suffocating you momentarily when she turns around, taking the hanger from your grip; you’ll watch as she lays the dress against her body, feminine curves of her hips accentuated through the garnet jewels as she subtly twirls around. she hum, lashes batting through the scrutiny before she shoves the hanger into your chest hurriedly. “be a dear for me and tighten the waist.”
and sure, you don’t expect the best of treatment regardless. you were on the back burner, disposable in every aspect with your dull shirt collar; onyx skirt tucking in your buttons and the driest of hands from the constant polishing. “yes ma-“ a shrill bark interrupts you, and it’s when you turn around that you see a woolly poodle, pastel frilly dress, wiggling through the door.
“ugh, pinkiebear! what are you doing, my baby snuffles?” and just like that, as madam scoops the pup into her arms, you’re left alone in the bathroom. moroccan rose handwash beside her gold-plaited cosmetics, pomegranate face serums and emerald earrings; you’d wondered what the oils would feel like on your fingertips, the creaminess against your skin soaking with pulchritude. it feels like bait when you see that one tub is already open, pale watermelon serum calling your fucking name - she won’t notice, there’s no way.
so you tenderly swab at the surface, the velvety touch on your skin.. it already makes you feel pretty, glammed up, like her. and the dysphoria only amplifies ironically when you massage the pearly ointment into your cheek, the winsome highlight when you turn your head not going unnoticed.
wine glass and plate in hand as you approach sevika’s master’s study, nudging the door with your shoulder. it was smoked salmon and caviar, and if you weren’t so fond of her, it would be rational to believe she was intentionally inflicting the purgatory of starvation onto you. but she was not resentful, her muffled tone of come in prompting you to amble inside; the air murky from her cigar smoke, illuminated by dim apricot from the scattered lamps. and she’s there, with every inhale, you can decipher the ocherous flame between her lips - her fingers clearing her desk when she sees the wine bottle tucked under your arm.
“thank you, darling.” she murmurs within the fever dream, fumes seeping through her lips to which she fans out when you’re beside her desk. it’s elixir to taste, and although it’s toxin on your tongue, it’s contradicting - plate and wine glass settled against the oak, careful to avoid her disarray of books and orderly inklings when you pour the currant. she examines this, raising an eyebrow before tapping the tobacco against an ashtray. “are you hungry?”
fuck, you have no idea.
“no, master.” you shake your head, because even though you could feel your organs internally booing inside from the withering, you were under an obligation of being polite. and hell, it was reasonable for her to concern herself with your wellbeing per se: she was older, much older; yet you merely took it as manners, sympathy that you weren’t born into such opulence. so when you finish pouring, tenderly placing the bottle beside master’s glass - it’s paralysis when her coercive words refrain you from leaving the room as you intended. “come here.” she instructs, virescent globes eclipsed with hues of oxblood when you maintain eye contact from your awkward distance. she’s manspreading, white button-up loose against her chest, and the uncertainty only amplifies when master’s tone becomes demanding. “come.. here.”
so you shuffle towards her, and you’re not sure if it’s the nicotine or the peril brunt of her influential stare, but your blood pressure raises when you stop - that maybe you’d said something wrong, gotten a wine she didn’t like, or you were vicariously responsible for the chef’s error. but the neurotic thoughts plummet when you see her slice an intricate cube of the salmon, fork held out to you with sincerity.
“try it, it’s good for you.” she advises, and you’re under automatism to obey - her fingers scraping against yours when you take the fork, examining the glassy block. you’re not sure what it’s seasoned with, only able to distinguish the honey glaze and sprinkle of pepper; you couldn’t even fucking describe what salmon tasted like, a luxury that your flimsy uniform never got to see up close. and you feel emotional when it finds itself between your teeth, erupting with foreign rich oils and glacé syrup.
you want to appreciate it, had you not interpreted the investigative glances she’s giving you. skeptical eyebrows dipping in, defining the droopiness of her lids and the eclipse of gunmetal in her narrowed pupils - they search your face, because there’s something about you that master just can’t pinpoint. “you’re glowing.” she mumbles, fingers branching out toward you and framing your jaw ever so tenderly; thumb stroking along the curves of your cheekbone, the familiar and velvety texture of your skin no stranger to master. “you’ve been using my wife’s stuff, haven’t you?”
great.
of course, how could you have been so recklessly fucking dense? you’d just swabbed a few thousands onto your face and expected that nobody would’ve been able to put two and two together, and now you’re stood here like a fucking embarrassment whilst her conquering globes assess you. master was going to obliterate you for even contemplating putting your filthy wilted fingers on her wife’s belongings, and you’re just waiting for her to call the chef over to slice you into little pepperonis and use your torso as a fucking piñata for her fancydancy din-
“looks good on you.” she mumbles, and the harmonising words nosedive into your stomach with more adamantine force than waiting for her to beat you to a pulp. her fingers streamlining down your jaw before she picks up her plate, ludic smirk concealing the mulberry on her lips as she offers her plate towards you. “don’t tell.”
you look back and forth, and it’s only when she nudges the porcelain into your stomach that you realise what she meant. she was only really interested in the wine, and within her hospitality, gave you something to eat for the night.
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“your muscles are all contracting, just relax.”
“i’m trying..”
“you should really look into tai-chi, saves me hours of making these for you.
i’ll be back tomorrow,
ice or magnesium for any muscle pain,
is that a chip in the wall?
anyway, i’ll see you tomorrow, my lovely~.”
you’d been waiting outside her room for about forty minutes, folded blouse and dress shirts in hand; although you liked to consider yourself respectful of master’s private conversations, not even the bricky walls and thick interior of the hallways could muffle the massage therapist’s jarringly piercing voice - one that only amplifies when master’s door opens, a tiny woman pootling herself down the hall with a bowl of water, peppermint leaves floating within the misty pool.
it’s rosemary and eucalyptus when you inhale, frissons of sweltering air blossoming your way as the door closes over only slightly. but you’re prudent, you’re conditioned to be, waiting outside her door for her to have her few minutes of privacy - but she calls you in when she identifies your shadow against her marble tiles, eyes absentmindedly tracing the silhouette of your hips.
and when you walk in, nudging the door ever so slightly, she’s face-down on the master bed; surrounded by canary silk pillows and lime basil candles, her wine cellar visible from where you stand. you approach the palladium drawers, and whilst your job was plainsailing, the difficulty of having to avert your eyes from her bare back did it’s due diligence to make it just a little harder for you. but you stay silent nonetheless, the palatable glimmering against her burly shoulders, one that made you envy a massage therapist’s expertise as you organise her shirts.
“you have pain, master?” you mumble, clearing your throat when it starts to disintegrate at the mercy of her tensing shoulders, glorious muscle twitching. “my shoulders, darling. it’s not so bad.” she doesn’t move, and although you seem satisfied with the composed silence, the thought of leaving in it made your stomach sour.
“is there anything i can do?” you offer, graphite eyes piercing into your body when she turns her head against the pillow - you can tell she’s engrossed in those retrospective thoughts of hers by the way she’s zoning out, clouding globes that flutter over you before she pats the mattress.
“lay with me..” she mutters, black pepper fragrant when she inches away, leaving you a temptingly delectable space beside her. it feels wrong, and your ears can already feel the wrath of madam’s scream when she finds out you dared even the slightest courage to lay in her bed, beside her wife.
but master was at the top of the food chain.
so you reluctantly obey, not oblivious to the raw sensation of eagerness when her bare abdomen raises slightly from the mattress - she’s toned, noir curves that only excite the vim when you’re slithering into the space she’d left you. but it’s not enough to dilute your inhibitions, your body rigid when her fingers flutter against your waist; she notices this, intoxication when her whisper caresses against your ear. “relax, relax.” she whispers, the suggestive timbre diminishing you - she waits until you slump into the satin, plumose textures under your fingertips, before her arm cases over your waist and trails you against her bare chest. it’s morally profane, warmth from her breasts contagious on your spine, skin sweltering idyllically - kittenish and lewd and wow you’re getting horny.
it’s silent for a few minutes. but you feel dirty, her vanilla comfort something you ruined.
“you remind me of my wife when we first met.” the vanilla wisps against your jaw curdling into vulgarity when her fingers tenderly clutch at the hem of your skirt, and although one part of you feels like nothing more than a doll for her to use the one night her wife is out attending a dinner, another is relieved when the wintry air strikes your thighs.
“young,” her fingers lifting the skirt enough that her perverted eyes can search your hips, the way they embrace the black straps of your underwear.
“pretty,” her nails glissading against your inner thighs, forefinger sinking between them enough that they’re under automatism to separate. you try to convince yourself that it’s because you don’t want to get into trouble, disappoint that streak of high expectations you managed to leap over the past few weeks - but by the vim in your clit, it was disgustingly undeniable it was because fantasy was becoming reality.
“fertile.” she delicately taps your clothed clit, subtle sensitivity that already gets your hips rolling into her crude touch. her engagement ring flaring in your peripheral when her left hand slinks around your body, black opal glinting as her palm rests against your breasts. “look at me.” her lips tickling against your cheek as you turn to her, hues of predatory oxblood glossing over her lead pupils. she likes that she owns you, conditioned you to be her little pet, dominated your identity to nothing more than her servant.
so the overly obscene taste on her lips when she’d pressed her forehead against yours, skin searing with wealthy indecency was no shock. she was impulsive, lips against yours, unseemly sounds of anticipated smooches as you drink up the taste of peppermint. she wants to be delicate for you, but the instinct outlasting the grace when she hears you hum. you’re heedless of your sloppy grinding, shaky exhales which only worsen when she pulls away; her thumb draping your bottom lip down only slightly. jewels of her spit streamlining into your mouth, your tongue absorbing the droplets filthily. “pretty girl.” she swallows, eyes darting along your jaw, her spit slowly drizzling down your neck.
you want to tell her that this is wrong, that she’s a married woman, but the night already feels drilled into stone when her fingers manipulate the buttons on your chest, cleavage satisfying her sadistic eyes with every one coming undone. your shirt loosens, sinking down your back and accentuating the feminine enticement master was under whilst her fingers revel in the linen cotton of your bra, the straps cunningly draping off your shoulders. “these would look gorgeous in some silk.” she whispers, your breasts tingling when there’s nothing there to cover them anymore, her fingers folding your bra down to your stomach.
“would you like that.. me to buy you some pretty outfits?” she mumbles, admiring the way your nipples harden under her fingertips, delicately pinching the responsive buds. you nod, because you expect her to want you to, flinching when you roll your hips against her sturdy thigh; thick imprint of her veiny cock paralysing you momentarily.
“do me a favour.. lean over in that drawer.” she gestures to the bedside cabinet, and you’re sceptical when you lean over, your skirt hitching up ever so slightly. and if the humiliation of having your ass presented to her like a fucking showpiece wasn’t degrading enough, the barbaric strike of her palm against it was. you squeak, flinching necessarily - her palm easing the inflamed area intricately, before walloping back down onto your skin. you want to fucking weep, blinking through the blur of your tormented tears, opening the drawer to which a plaited vibrator lays.
“that’s the one.” she confirms, taking it from your fingers as you lay back into the mattress, ass ignited with scorching goosebumps from the brutish force behind her arms. you go to defend yourself, because honestly, you feel lower than the bottom of the food chain - you were no blossoming mighty oak, but rather a withering sunflower under her assertion.. but she knows what you’re about to say. “master, i haven’t do-“
“you’ll be fine, we haven’t used it yet. it’ll make you feel good.” she sits up, and although she intends to comfort you, it only intimidates you further when her tongue wets her lips; fingers slewing the fabric of your underwear to the side and leaving your slit prey to her predacious stare, only amplifying when she unveils how truly drenched your folds are. but she doesn’t say anything, only leaning over whilst a bullet of her spit seeps between her lips and missiles itself against your clit.
you already feel numb, the heavenly pressure of seventh heaven when you hear the whirring of her vibrator, your thighs quivering with the company of your stimulated whines when the tip purrs against your clitoral hood. “that’s it, atta girl.” she praises, her breasts pressing themselves against your bare spine when she situated herself beside you again. it’s nirvana, humping against the vibrator so primitively, erogenous arcady to hear your incessant whimpers echo throughout the room. you’re sweating by now, at peace with the fire and brimstone breeding on your skin - but you want more, your fingers grazing over the stiff imprint of her desperate cock.
her breath is jagged, submerging the vibrator harder onto your clit, your ankles starting to twitch at the susceptibility. you’re not sure if it’s enough to make you come just yet, but that thought deteriorates when her finger glissades down your slit and streams itself inside of your hole. “fuck.. you’ve made my cock all hard.” she sighs against your cheek, your walls greeting her indiscriminately; spasming with every hum against your clit. she’s testing the waters, fingertips taking a liking to the spongy textures when she tenderly twines it upwards, the pornographic desire in your clit to orgasm more reckless than ever. but you’re not the only one suffering, because sevika is finding that her cock is actually starting to fucking hurt from the distress of not being able to just have her way with you again and again and again.
but she’s patient, finger gliding itself in and out of you; assaulting that carnal pit in your walls as your thighs tremble as she fucks you with them. instinctive sobs leaving your throat unmonitored, and honestly, you wouldn’t be able to describe it even if given a fucking thesaurus - sneezelike corkscrew ballooning itself inside your hips when she hooks another finger inside, arousing squelching with every hammer against your folds. “please..” you whisper, unbeknownst to the soreness in your fingers as they lock, clenching tightly on her belt.
and when she’s satisfied with how vulnerable you are under her, the sensitivity just right, she’ll admire the quavering of your hips and the tightening of your thighs before dragging the vibrator away from your clit. “huh?” you squeak, cunt clenching around her fingers at the sudden loss of her manipulation. you’re about to complain, wail about how much of a fucking tease she is, but she relieves the anguish by leaning over your thighs; her tongue replacing the device and doing its dirty work when it swipes over your hood, delving between your folds and schemingly flicking over your erect bud.
just like that, you’re shaking again, thigh hoisting itself up and planting itself on her bare, burly shoulder. your mewls of master twirling repeatedly in a rabbit hole of ecstasy when her damp lips envelop your clit and suck with cruelty, fingers maintaining their agonising operation; battering into you with precision and artsy discipline, like she’s done this too many times before.
but it’s dispiriting for her, because she wants to be a lovemaker for you, wants to appreciate you for the fine young woman you are - yet the throbbing in her cock conquers that yearning, and it’s then that she pulls away with such self-hatred. “are you gonna let me put my cock inside your cunt, darling?” she exhales, fingers slewing out of your brimming hole, selfishly drizzling your discharge over the mattress and coating over the sable leather of her belt when she goes to unbuckle it.
“yes. yes, master.” you comply, ultramarine daze when you blink; pixels of orchid blooming in your vision when you even did as much as look down to her belt. fingers tackling the every latch, submerging as they frame her veiny shaft - cock springing out and admittedly, inciting nothing more than disruptive thoughts of am i going to fucking live to see tomorrow after this.
she’s thick, and monumental.. fucking handcrafted by gods with such clarity. enough that all of that internal envy becomes more.. not envy, because you know this is gonna really fucking hurt, and you’re not liking how much she exceeds your expectations at the expense of what’s gonna happen to your poor fucking vagina. “you still want it?” she murmurs when she notices the hues of uncertainty in your eyes, superficial doubt that she interprets easily - it’s an ego boost, artificial concern to conceal her everlasting inclination to ruin you. but you blink at her, flickering between her eyes and the slightly palatable mulberry tip of her cock, before you nod.
it would be cruel for her to nosedive straight into you, and even she knows this, her tip glissading through your folds and lubricated with your slick. she’s slightly sensitive, the warmth of your cunt only amplifying the immense throbbing, but she’s consistent this time - your clit rubbing against her head only instantaneously as she accustoms herself with your textures.
“this might hurt, just a little.” she whispers against your jaw, fingers grappling at your hips as her own angles forward, tip insidious as it skims into your walls; your body merely a betrayal of your conscience when your walls welcome her. but it’s smooth, as she pushes herself in with such fucking entitlement, your insipid moisture coating her cock.
because she owned you, every little fragment.
her mindless breaths against your bare shoulder, the subtle rocks in her hips purely intuition. she hasn’t felt this in years, the vehemence of her girth wrapped around such a fine woman, and it motivates the urge for her to start thrusting your hips back into her. your whimpering sobs with every cudgel of her skin against yours, the indignity of her abdomen pounding against your spine and the raunchy heat of her cock assaulting your cunt.
influx of adrenaline when she hears you mewl, her sloppy kisses on your nape sultry and blistering. “i know, i know it feels good..” she sighs, both hands clenching at your thighs, your hips, your waist- anything to feel herself become adaptable inside of you, anything to get a taste of the rapture inside of herself.
“pretty.. pretty girl..” her muffled groan echoing in your ears as she gets herself off into you. she was dictating your self-worth, dictating your fucking life.. and although some of it felt as if it was just pulling the pieces together, another felt it all shatter into irreversible ruins as her left hand compressed itself onto your clit; engagement ring ever so slightly abrading itself against your wet folds.
and that’s when you feel it.
the sheer pinnacles of rhapsody so distinct as her fingers roll your clit in circular motions superlatively, cock swollen and erect. “please.. please..” you sigh, the jagged timbre exposing how receptive your bundles of nerves were; fingertips touching the very eminent icicles of orgasm when she speaks her foul language in your ears.
“i’m gonna come inside you, do you want that?”
“uh huh.”
“gonna make you the mother of my fucking kids..”
“mhm, yes, master..”
and then it erupts inside, whirlwind of frenzy that you could only compare to what felt like being edged for hours. your clit numb and jaded, the overstimulation aggravating as your walls pulse around her cock so tightly that she doesn’t even need to continue pummelling into you. conclusively, you were a mess - her palm sealing itself over your lips to repress the uncontrollable cry, tone it down ever so slightly, arms that confine your body as you tremble and do your upmost fucking best to recover.
and after a few minutes of her rocking a few inches back and forth into you, the dishevelled grunt and adhesion of her bangs against your cheek; quivering fingers against your lips and hips that airbrush themselves to divinity let you know that she’s just came.
and something feels off, seriously off. so full and saturated, and it’s when her cock slews itself out of you that you know there’s no way you’re the only one behind all the mess; looking between your legs and flinching at the pearly cream drizzling out of your hole, thick and balmy. your juices meshing together in such harmony that you feel disgust, and yet hypnosis. because she never wanted a maid,
she wanted a mistress.
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randybutternubber · 20 days
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BABY HUNTER @local-gemstone-lover @teastarfall since I know you’ll want to see this and @keikoyume since my design was inspired from yours. He’s supposed to be wearing his raccoon skin cap but I FORGORRR
Basically, the hunter was a child soldier. This was inspired from a few theories that the hunter was a war veteran, the much older theory that LN is a post WWII world, and an old piece of fan art of six hiding beneath a trench wall with a soldier right above her. Outside of LN, he’s also inspired by the boy from a manwha called The Horizion and Atari from Isle Of Dogs
Most stories and characters in LN tend to involve themes of things that scare children. I chose war- it’s indiscriminately violent, near impossible to control, and often impacts children.
Edit: I forgot to mention, there is also a song that plays from the TVs in the pale city called “scout whistle” which has a very military march type vibe while also still having a very playful like tune to it, which was also an inspiration- plus the raccoon skin cap is referred to as the “scout cap”
(Note: none of this is intended to demonize amputees or people with facial disfigurements. It’s inspired off of WWII facial prosthetics and limbs which were very unique and a huge step in helping veterans)
Basically, the hunter was taken to the nowhere at a young age. He spent a few years at a military training school. Older children at the school tended to have a lot of mannequin and porcelain doll/bully like parts to help with missing limbs and disfigurement/injury, although they weren’t really given any choice.
He tried to escape with a few other kids. While running through a field, the child next to him stepped on a land mine, instantly killing them and severely injuring the hunter, who’s left side was basically screwed. He was taken back to the school after. (let’s just pretend it lines up with his burlap eye hole, I forgot what side it was on 😭)
He got a prosthetic arm, although it was quite uncomfortable and pretty stiff along with being very heavy (very different from actual prosthetics as he can actually control quite a bit of it since it’s more similar to whatever animates the mannequins)
Once he recovered somewhat, he escaped and ended up in the wilderness where he kind of went a bit nutty because of the lack of people and used taxidermy and alcohol as a way to cope. Imagine waking up every day to noise and other people next to you, not having a moment to yourself for YEARS and then all the sudden, that’s all gone. It’s so quiet you can hear your own heartbeat when before you could barely hear yourself talk. That was incredibly hard for him to adjust to, although he grew to prefer solitude and sees things like TVS and most other people as intruders who are encroaching onto his home.
Years later, the doctor would give him a new prosthetic arm (since the old one would obviously be too small) and do facial reconstruction surgery on him as the initial treatment and the way that the hunter was taking care of that side of his face wasn’t a long term solution. Without the mask, he basically looks like Keikoyume’s hunter.
As an adult, quite a few parts of him are taxidermy. He only started wearing the bag over his head once he started to make his… “family” out of people he shot and stuffed.
Poor guy
I wrote this on mobile multiple times because of accidentally deleted it so that’s why the grammar is ass
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lancermylove · 15 days
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Moments of Love (Oneshots)
Fandom: Obey Me
Pairing: Mammon, Satan x gn!Reader
Warning: None
Word Count: 965 (Mammon), 1453 (Satan)
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As the roadway turned around a gentle curve, small buildings lined the streets, nestled intimately together like a collection of vibrant boxes arrayed along a serpentine path. The charming town that was cradled between two majestic mountain ranges radiated a sense of tranquil seclusion. The air was invigoratingly fresh, and the sun shone brightly—a picturesque setting for exploration or simply taking in nature's beauty.
Despite the town's enchanting and serene ambiance, Mammon initially cast a skeptical gaze at the storefronts and buildings. The simplicity of a small-town festivity seemed lackluster compared to the grandeur he envisioned for a romantic retreat. He wanted an extravagant experience at a secluded resort with private beaches, sumptuous spa treatments, and luxurious amenities. You, however, preferred the small town's peaceful allure and retro charm. So, to make you happy, the demon gave in to your wish to celebrate the vacation there.
"We will be staying here," you exclaimed as a cottage came into view.
The cottage was nestled amidst dense foliage, offering privacy and seclusion accompanied by the soothing sound of rushing water from a nearby river. Mammon nodded but softly sighed in resignation. What was he supposed to do? He didn't care for the lush forest, didn't want to observe the wildlife, and definitely didn't want to ruin his expensive shoes by hiking the muddy trails. Although, he didn't say any of this out loud for your sake. 'Anything for your happiness,' he repeated over and over in his mind. While you excitedly explored the cottage, Mammon leaned against the porch railing, absentmindedly staring at the trees.  
In the evening, you and Mammon ventured into the town. Much to your shock, the town had transformed into a tableau of romance, illuminated by candles and adorned with festive embellishments. The townspeople had gone above and beyond in their efforts to create a romantic atmosphere, bringing a feeling of intimacy and romance to the town. Heart-shaped lanterns and strings of white beads hung from the trees and buildings; streetlights had been draped with white and red velvet ribbons and sprinkled with rose petals; candles had been tucked into every available crevice.
You were taken aback by the transformation of the quiet, quaint town into a romantic wonderland. As you walked arm in arm with Mammon down the dimly lit street, you caught glimpses of couples sitting on benches, sharing intimate conversations, and kissing beneath the flickering lights. The atmosphere was truly romantic. Though you could feel Mammon's reluctance to openly admit his surprise, you noticed his slightly widened eyes wandering around. 
Eventually, the two of you discovered a secluded hill offering a panoramic view of the area. The town below, bathed in the moon's ethereal glow, sparkled like a trove of gemstones scattered across the velvet of night. Countless flickering candles in the town cast a gentle glow across the area while the stars above choreographed a silent ballet in the expansive sky. The air was perfumed with a blend of nocturnal blossoms and the earthy scent of the surrounding woods. It was as if the universe had conspired to create a cocoon of romance exclusively for you and Mammon.
Nestled amidst this dreamlike setting, you spread a plush, soft blanket on the grassy underlay. Inside the pink wicker basket, an assortment of delectable treats and a bottle of fine wine were set beside two crystal glasses. For the final touch, you turned on a lantern and put it in the center of the blanket. Mammon looked at the setting in awe as a small smile graced his lips. "Man, you've outdone yourself."
"Only the best for a night like this," you replied affectionately, genuinely wanting to give him an unforgettable night. The two of you savored the curated selection of cheeses, fruits, pastries, and chocolates for a while as you made small conversation. Just as the velvet cloak of the night wrapped itself more snugly around the world, the distant horizon came alive with a sudden burst of color and light; fireworks of all sizes and hues erupted against the dark sky, painting it with streaks of red, blue, gold, and green. 
Your eyes widened with delight, and a gasp escaped your lips. "Look, Mammon! Isn't it beautiful?"
Your boyfriend turned his gaze toward the spectacle, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah," he whispered. However, his gaze returned his attention to you, the reflected light of the fireworks dancing in the softness of his eyes. He enjoyed watching your reaction more; the more excited you grew, the more drawn he was. Reaching his hand to your cheek, he gently brushed your skin with the back of his fingers. 
"The fireworks ain't got nothin' on your beauty," he whispered, his soft murmur caressing the edges of your right ear. 
Surprised by his unexpected words, you slowly turned your head in his direction as your cheeks grew hot. One look into his gaze and the world receded; the sounds of the fireworks, the scent of the blooms and earth, the sparkling stars, the softness of the blanket under your legs - everything was gone. It was just you, Mammon, and a gentle breeze lightly tussling your hair. 
Little by little, the two of you leaned in. Your heart pounded against your chest as the anticipation built. What felt like an infinite moment ended when your lips melted into a tender kiss, but the tenderness only lasted momentarily. You could feel the rush of blood through your veins, the butterflies in your stomach, and the heat rising in your body. With your lips still locked, you slowly leaned forward onto his body until Mammon's back was flat against the plush blanket. It was going to be one the longest and most romantic nights of your life. 
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The warm smell of coffee and waffles wafted through the air as Satan, disguised in his professorial guise, stepped into the quaint local café. Red and white streamers adorned the ceiling, fluttering gently in the warm breeze from a nearby heater, adding a festive yet somewhat gloomy atmosphere. Each table bore a small, delicately crafted heart-shaped statue, its glossy surface reflecting the soft, ambient lighting that cast a cozy glow throughout the room. Despite the romantic setup, the café was surprisingly devoid of patrons. This emptiness seemed to echo Satan's own sentiments as he found himself alone on a day traditionally celebrated with loved ones.
"One large black coffee," he ordered, his emerald eyes not meeting your gaze or even looking at your face once.
Wordlessly, you handed Satan a large black coffee, its dark, rich aroma wafting up in the cozy cafe. He gracefully accepted the cup, his fingers brushing against yours momentarily, sending a surprisingly warm tingle through your hand. He then made his way to a secluded corner table that offered both solitude and a view. As he settled into the chair, his emerald orbs drifted out of the window.
Outside, the city pulsed with life, unaware and indifferent to the turmoil within its walls. People passed by in a blur, each absorbed in their own world, their laughter and chatter distant and foreign. Satan's gaze deepened, reflecting a weariness that seemed to span eons. The weight of countless memories, of love lost and solitude endured, pressed heavily upon him. He cradled the cup of coffee in his hands, seeking warmth in its black depths as he grappled with an emptiness and a silence more profound than the void from which he once emerged.
With its quaint heart-shaped panes, the window framed snapshots of the world outside, where young couples meandered by, their hands entwined, their laughter and easy conversations floating in the air like music. The sunlight radiated a warm, golden hue over these shared happiness vignettes, highlighting the lovers' closeness and ease. Each couple seemed to exist in their own little bubble, a sphere of shared joy and connection that Satan found both enchanting and heart-wrenching.
He observed how their eyes sparkled with the reflection of someone who saw them as their whole world and how their bodies leaned into each other as if drawn by an invisible force. For a moment, Satan allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to share such a bond, to feel the joy of being deeply connected to another soul, to experience love not as an observer from the shadows but as an active participant in the light. Yet, as he watched these displays of affection and unity, his ache deepened.
While Satan was engrossed in his contemplation, you stole glances at the enigmatic stranger who had just entered your café. His presence was striking—blonde hair that fell just right, fair skin that seemed to glow under the café's lights, and deep emerald green eyes that held a universe of stories untold. Your heart fluttered as you observed him from behind the counter, his brooding demeanor only adding to his allure.
Seeing him so lost in his thoughts, so utterly alone, stirred something within you. You wanted to reach out, to offer a gesture that might pierce his solitude, even if just for a moment. Determinedly, you selected a heart-shaped cookie from the display, meticulously iced in white. It was a small token, but one infused with the warmth of human kindness. Approaching his table with a tentative smile, you placed the cookie before him, disrupting his thoughts with a gentle touch of reality.
"I thought you might enjoy this," you softly said. "The cookie is on the house, a little gift for White Day. I hope it brings a bit of sweetness to your day."
Satan's world momentarily paused the second his eyes landed on your face. The simple act of kindness, paired with your sweet smile, pierced through his haze of loneliness. As you return to the counter, he observed the lightness in your step and the bounce of your hair. After composing himself and finishing the cookie, which he found surprisingly delightful, Satan rose from his seat. With a newfound confidence, he approached the counter and slightly leaned against it.
"Excuse me," he began quietly, "Thank you for the cookie. Your kindness brightened my otherwise gloomy day. Would you…allow me the pleasure of taking you out for a coffee once your shift ends? I realize we're in a coffee shop," he added with a slight, charming smile, "but perhaps a change of scenery could provide a fresh backdrop for what I hope could be an enjoyable conversation."
His eyes locked with yours, a silent plea for companionship laced with a hint of hopeful curiosity as he waited for your response. Your heart skipped a beat at his unexpected invitation.
"Well," you whispered, a playful glint in your eye, "since we're already in a coffee shop, how about you try making a coffee for me instead? It's not every day we allow someone to come behind the counter."
Satan's expression shifted from hopeful anticipation to mild astonishment, clearly taken aback by your counteroffer. After a bit of hesitation, a smile broke through his surprise. "I accept your challenge," he declared, a spark of excitement lighting up his eyes. "I hope I can brew a cup that lives up to your standards."
With a nod, you beckoned him behind the counter, aware of the rules you were bending but too caught up in the moment to care. The café was empty, and no cameras to record the event, so the chances of you getting into trouble were slim. Your gaze followed his every movement, from familiarizing himself with the coffee machine to his gradual shift from hesitant to confident. To your surprise, Satan grasped the essence of coffee-making rather quickly.
"You seem quite at home with all of this," you remarked, unable to hide your admiration. "Have you worked in a coffee shop before?"
He glanced up, a hint of pride in his smile. "Not exactly. But I have a friend who owns a coffee shop, and I've lent a hand a few times. It's an enjoyable change of pace from my usual… engagements."
With a final flourish, he presented the latte to you, the surface adorned with an intricately designed foam cat, its whiskers and eyes crafted with impressive precision. "I hope this meets your approval."
Taking the cup in your hands, you were charmed by the artwork and the gesture. "This is amazing," you admitted, genuinely impressed. "I think you've just set a new standard for our lattes here."
One sip and your taste buds were shocked. It was as if all the flavors had been perfectly balanced to create a symphony of flavors in your mouth. "Are you sure you're not a professional barista in disguise?" You joked.
Satan's laughter momentarily filled the café with a different kind of warmth. "Perhaps I've missed my calling," he replied with a twinkle in his eyes, suggesting he was enjoying this unusual interaction.
As you took another sip, a dollop of milk foam stuck to your upper lip, unbeknownst to you. Satan's gaze lingered on the unintended mustache, and a playful smirk formed on his lips. "I must say, you wear that white mustache quite well," he teased.
Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and delight as you quickly wiped away the foam. But you were not prepared for Satan's next words. "I was half expecting you to ask for my assistance," he whispered, his voice dropping a few notes.
With a mischievous smile, you took another deliberate sip, ensuring a new layer of foam decorated your lip. "Well, I might just take you up on that offer," you replied, locking eyes with him.
The air between you and Satan became charged with a new spark, something neither of you expected. His thumb brushed against your skin, softly wiping away the foam, but he purposely touched your upper lip. The contact sent a ripple of sensation through you, your breath hitching slightly in response. The world seemed to pause around you both, the hum of the coffee machine and the distant city sounds fading into a hushed backdrop.
His eyes were deeply locked with yours. A mix of curiosity and a hint of something deeper was reflected in his emerald gaze. The blush that colored your cheeks was mirrored on his. It was as if time slowed, allowing you both to linger at this threshold between casual interaction and the potential for something more profound. There was a hint of a beginning, a promise of a story yet to unfold.
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blackened-angel · 5 months
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Netflix Devil May Cry storyboards
Devil May Cry was shown on Netflix Geeked and a few storyboards/rough drawings were showed and it's possible (it wasn't confirmed) that one character might be Lady based on her appearance. She has short hair and uses two pistols. If that's her in this adaptation, I personally don't like it because it's cliche treatment of sexy women and of course she has to be covered up. Again, hopefully it's not her but if it is, then I hope that won't be her outfit throughout the series.
So yeah, here are a few screenshots from the trailer, we have the military fighting against demons from the looks of it.
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As someone who dislikes the one retelling we got about Devil May Cry, I was concerned when this IP was given once again to someone else and it's also a Netflix adaptation which nowadays, there are cases of established IPs that can have great differences regarding the characters, in terms of personality and design and it's what I talk about in this post, referring to Dante and Lady, even though it's not confirmed that it was her in these storyboards.
So here we are, another studio has played with an established series and not even the supposed supervision from Hideaki Itsuno makes me optimistic about this adaptation, because I think he'll just let it be like DmC, we can get awful characterization but as long as there are cool and stylish fight scenes, that's all that matters.
Oh boy, so Dante's outfit and hairstyle…They tried to combine elements of his outfits and they gave him suspenders?! I thought it was kinda lame at first but then I realized that it's maybe similar to Leon in Resident Evil, like maybe they are part of the gun holsters.
These storyboards shows him with his shirt being ripped and at first I didn't notice the shirt and thought "Oh does this take place in DMC3?"
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I don't think we can expect him to be shirtless, it was just made to acknowledge his look in DMC3.
Most fans assume that we have seen takes place during the time where Dante was calling himself "Tony" because in the trailer it was noted that he didn't have Ebony and Ivory. Speaking of, man did they tease us with DmC Ebony and Ivory...
I was hyped to see Dante without his shirt, believing that the scene takes place in DMC3 but no, his shirt was ripped.
I can't say that I'm a fan of his hairstyle. Looks more fitting for Nero in my opinion. Throughout the series he had long hair and I guess it looks a bit similar maybe to his DMC2 style but I personally don't like this poofy hairstyle.
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Also, how old do you think he's supposed to be, especially seeing that he's so ripped? His face makes it seem like he's over 20, maybe close to 30. Another curiosity related to design, this time about Rebellion. Is it the awakened form or not? Did they mess up the details? In it's awakened form the bones on the side are raised like it's shown here, but the skull's mouth is closed.
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If things go with the retcon that was made with the first novel where Dante was "Tony", he had Rebellion from the start instead of Force Edge like in DMC1, because it was retconned and he gets Force Edge at the end of DMC3.
So yeah, if this is how Rebellion will be shown from the start, then maybe we won't even see Dante getting stabbed with his sword that unlocks his demonic power, they could just not include the thing that's like a tradition throughout the games.
We'll have to see in what other ways he will have his demonic side unlocked...
Regarding his amulet, I made a previous about it here.
TL;DR the outline of the adaptation's plot suggests that Dante's amulet, if we can even call it that cause it's just the gemstone, might be the Perfect Amulet so it could mean that Vergil doesn't have his own amulet because somehow only Dante managed to hold on to it after they were separated when demons attacked them as children.
I hope it gets upgraded and looks fancier, like the one in the games.
So yeah, that's about it in regard to design. I hope that when it comes to personality, he won't be like DmC Donte, where he says "fuck" so many times and other profanities excessively (which is something I recall hearing from those who watched Castlevania) because that's show you write an edgy badass character. T_T Because that's the Dante we know and love, they think we want the reboot Dante...
Alright, moving on to Lady, who although wasn't confirmed to be this character we see in this drawing, it does look like it can be her, because of the short hairstyle and she was seen using two pistols. I think they would release a trailer from the final product to present her, so that's why we can't say for certain that's her, but if it is, these are my concerns for Lady, who I consider a badass woman.
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Which is problematic for the "modern audience", for the Western audience because nowadays, and most commonly when it's female characters from anime/manga and video games, they get censored when it comes to their clothing, like no, for the "modern audience", a string female character must be covered up, maybe have a shaved head and have a face full of piercings.
Lady had stylish outfits, that yeah, it showed her cleavage, had short pants but we probably won't see outfits like that on her in this adaptation. I use Twitter most of the time, I see how the Western fandom bitches about fictional female characters.
Personality wise, a strong female character has to talk down to everyone, especially to men, won't accept help from anyone, can't cry because that's weakness,.
That's the girl-boss image that I do not wish for Lady. I hope that if that is actually her in the drawing that suit is just an uniform because it's possible that she might belong to a group, like maybe special forces or something like the dudes in the storyboard and that would be the backstory how she trained to fight which is something that wasn't explained in regard how she was so skilled in DMC3 when at the time she was a high-schooler.
It's too bad that the third chapter of the DMC3 manga was never made. Like if there were plans for it, the ideas that would have been used could still be in what I assume is an archive for DMC at Capcom.
Weird that Bingo Morihashi wasn't the writer of the manga even though it must have been in production along with the game, the manga was even released in Japan before the game and there must have been some consultation between the authors. It would be cool if Lady's backstory would be mentioned in the games and Capcom would actually bring up the manga and the ideas that could have been for that chapter about Lady.
So yeah, in conclusion, I'm still pessimistic about this adaptation...Maybe one day Capcom can make a more faithful adaptation that will bring together moments from the various media, like the novels and manga. Also, make it a production made by Japanese studio and with people that were part of the creation of the games. We have seen what happened with the reboot. When I see cases of established IPs handled by those who are not the original authors, they come with the assurance that they will be made for the "modern\global" audience which is something that I personally don't subscribe to.
It's just telling me that someone will borrow someone else's work, change the character's looks and and personalities, disregarding available source materials.
What are your opinions about the adaptation?
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teabutmakeitazure · 1 year
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Power Versus Fate
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>Yan! Pantalone x Fem! Reader
Word count: 0.8k words
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“Do you have any idea of how much power I’m offering you?”
You sigh for the umpteenth time, dusting off any flour or icing sugar from your apron. “My answer in Inazuma is the same as it was in Snezhnaya.”
“I take it that you do not have an idea?”
“You should take it that I am not interested.”
He clicks his tongue, giving you a disapproving look. This is the fourth time this week that Pantalone has come to your new workplace to ‘persuade’ you. All his presence does is annoy you and bring about a feeling of hopelessness. After all, he is the reason why you fled Snezhnaya in the first place.
The lights in the bakery backroom give his face an eerie glow as he stares at you. His eyes, dark and gloomy, harbour an unidentifiable emotion swirling around like a storm. One minute passes, then two, and his lips part to speak.
“How about I remove your dear fiance from the picture?”
You perk up, eyes widening in horror when you realise the meaning behind his words. “You wouldn’t… no, please not him! He’s innocent.”
Despite him being seated and you standing, it still feels like Pantalone is pushing you to the ground with the pressure.
“My dear, you worked for me due to a contract that spared your little town. Though your homeland Natlan was not kind to you, it does not want you back. Do you perhaps assume that marrying an Inazuman man would allow you to settle here? Or have you forgotten what mercy Snezhnaya had shown you?”
“Sir Regrator, I assure you that I am very well aware of my position as well as of the fact that I am no longer allowed in Natlan. What I do not understand is why you have followed me all the way to Inazuma, even going as far as to harass me while I work just to offer me a higher position after my contract is done and dusted.”
Pantalone slightly tilts his head, mentally commending your audacity. However, he’s quick to stand and trap you between his body and the nearby wall as he watches that spark of malice he so loved shine in your eyes.
One gloved hand grabs your wrist and lifts it up to view the pathetic excuse of a ring on your finger. Before you know it, he’s slid it off and thrown it somewhere across the room to lay forgotten somewhere under the sacks of flour. He now eyes the ringless hand, already figuring out which gemstone would suit it better.
“I will clarify one thing for you, [Name].”
His voice, smooth and deep, echoes in your mind as you glare at him.
“I was never offering anything,” he states. “Although I used that word, I have no intention of following it. Your return to Snezhnaya is final. In case you are thinking of running away, I hope you remember what happened when you refused to go with me the first time I met you.”
The memory of getting handcuffed and pushed inside his office on the boat resurfaces. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.
“I will have the details of our departure sent to you.” He continues, “Ah, and leave the details about your lovely betrothed to me. You needn’t see him or this humble bakery again.”
Shaking his grip off your hand, you push him away with the most malevolent face you could make. “You may dream as much as you wish. I am staying in Inazuma.”
“Are you sure about that? What power do you have to be able to declare such a thing?”
You remain quiet. You’re well aware there’s nothing at your disposal that could help you in this situation. Not even the authorities have any power to help you.
“Cat got your tongue, dear?”
Helpless, your back slides on the wall behind you as you fall to the ground. It feels so unbearably humiliating and unfair to receive this kind of treatment from him again. Before your contract of two years ended, you had worked as his personal secretary. Receiving all those borderline scandalous and filthy gifts from him on a regular basis and then having to deal with his questions about when you’re going to wear ‘that one piece’, you were fully prepared to leave Snezhnaya and never come back.
But fate has its own way of mocking you doesn’t it?
You’re sure the heavens are laughing when he steps closer to you on your knees. The action doesn’t elicit a response from you, not even when he chuckles in that infuriatingly beautiful voice of his.
“Good. You’ll have to get on your knees for me again some other time. Understood?”
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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 11 months
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eipkyt61066666 · 3 months
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒆𝒐 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒈𝒆❤︎
Note: I hope you enjoy the fanfic and love our boy Reo. Please don't repost!!!!!!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!!
A - adoration
Reo loves you soo much. He always looks at his phone waiting for the next text from you and connects every little thing to you.
B - beauty
Every morning you wake up next to him you see his beautiful face. Reo has always been popular with the girls. It makes you appreciate the faces he making only for you and the way every peice of clothing suits his body perfectly.
C - cursing
You will never hear Reo curse with him growing up in a classy, rich family. Though that all changes when you are on your knees for him with your throat spread wide open by his shaft. The little hisses of curse words slipping from his lips while using your throat are only for you to see.
D - dedication
Reo has always been a hard worker. He never put work to the side. The man follows his dreams and tries his best in anything and. The same goes for his treatment of you. You are the thing he is most dedicated to, other then school and football. He dedicates his football plays to you and you are his top motivation to try hard.
E - eyes
Reo loves eye contact. It's intimate to him. The warm smile on your face and the way your eyes batter at him make his heart beat dance. Not only that but the gift of sight that allows him to cherish and look at your body when you are being pleasured from him. The way his marks, be it bites or hickeys paint your skin makes him go crazy.
F - fingers
Reo bought you a promise ring until the day he can give you a wedding one. He loves the way the beautiful gemstone matches your soft skin. But as you might have already guessed from this obsession with you, he likes coating his with your slik and the way they can make your body beg for him until you lose the power in your voice to do soo
G - gentle
Reo will always be gentle with you. You are his muse. A godess he worships every chance he gets. A strong men that opens up his heart only for you and is always considerate of you, like a real gentleman.
H - happiness
Even though Reo had everything he could dream of, he could never buy happiness with all that money from the silver spoon he was born with.  You filled in that hollow feeling in his heart and made him yours.
I - idealist
He is an idealist at heart. He dresses you in pretty dresses and jewelry like his doll.  It's only right for him to fo this for you. The way you make him feel can only be rewarded with the most expensive treasures on this world.
J - jealousy
Has loving as Reo is, he also has a jealous side that shows everytime you interact with men that are not your family or him. Although he knows it's wrong it still hurts his heart seeing his precious angel with other males.
K - key
You know that only you have the key to his heart. He only let's his guard down around you. Be it kissing your chest and begging for headpats, Reo is obsessed with you and doesn't shy away from acting like this.
L - leading(his position in the relationship)
Reo is a switch. He enjoys shifting you into his desires as much as letting himself get affection from you. Though Reo does tend to be more on the leading side, not being able to hold back at the sight of your figure.
M - money
Obviously money is never a problem for Reo. Your boyfriend has always lived a luxurious life that he is definitely willing to share with you. Be it either taking on expensive dates or buying you clothes to fit your beautiful figure.
N - needs
Reo is definitely needy. He's always trying to find time for you even with his busy schedule. Your boyfriend is super clingy. Always has an arm around you and loves to rub his chin on top of your head.
O - ownership
He owns you and shows it through Always keeping you close and protecting you from other men. Honestly you own him just as much as he does. He's always at your feet even at the numerous amounts of woman ready to date him.
P - pleasure
You always get tops amounts of pleasure from him. Be it through cuddling and the warm feeling in your heart or during love-making. He's always trying to please you. The way his ego rises seeing you panting beneath him......
Q - queen
You are his queen. Someone Reo shall please and serve. He devotes all his love to you and spoils you even if you don't want his money. Loves to worship your body during cuddling and love-making by carefully touching you all over your body and being thankful for your presence.
R - readiness
He doesn't oblige at anything. If you are ready soo is he. One call asking him to come for you and he is at your door at the needed time.
S - seeking
Reo has a cute side to him. Kind of odd for a 185 cm men but you don't mind it, in fact it's the opposite. You love how your boyfriend is hinting at you that he wants attention with his words and actions. Be it walking around the house with only a towel on or purposely asking you about romantic movies insinuating what he wants.
T - taking advantage
Reo isn't the type of guy to get tired of you and leave you sobbing afterwards. He always shows you his caring side and respects you. Can't say the same about the opportunities to get his hands on you.
U - understanding
Like I sead he is ready when you are. If you feel uncomfortable with anything, he will stop and reasure you. Never pushes you to do things you don't want and always there to listen when you need to vent.
V - voice
Reo's voice is very classy. The way he speaks can magnetise you, be it with words or his little whimpers. You love making him squel and the sloppy sounds his miuth makes when you kiss. Reo seriously can't control himself around you and lets his beautiful voice out.
W - writing
He always writes you little good morning texts at dawn. It makes your heart flutter and fill up with even more love for him. Also when his trips take a little longer he will send you the occasional nude out of desperation for your reactions. Seriously he's making you blush and turn around screaming in your bed like a teenager.
X - xoxo
Reo loves giving you kisses and hugs.
He will wrap his arms around you in the presence of other men letting them know tha you are his. He always finds excuses to kiss you. Be it either taking your gum from your mouth or saying you have something on your face just to kiss you.
Y - young
Reo has always been taught to be mature and serious torwards his work, soo he grew up that way. His parents pushed him to be respectful and to take advantage of situations with people but of course your boyfriend still has a childish personality he lets out around you cause he just loves you that much. You love fooling around and having fun together doing couple stuff that making you both happy.
Z - zaging
Reo always changes moods really fast. He is insecure about you leaving him and it keeps your boyfriend up at night.  With him on work trips his fear got worse. Knowing that you are such a beautiful woman made Reo worried but then he'd get reminded by the realisation that you arent like that and actually love him very much. Then that anxiety would turn into love.
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silverbirching · 7 months
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*raises hand* re: tanzanite being heat-treated... what does that mean?
Also, I never thought about jewelry not retaining speculative value. I suppose the whole "diamonds are a girl's best friend" thing makes it seem like that jewelry/gems are an investment/safety net.
Good question!
Now, let me preface this by saying: 95% of all colored gemstones on the market have had some manner of artificial treatment to make them more appealing. Generally speaking, this is a known quantity, and not something you need to be alarmed about.
By far the most common treatment (and it's attested in the archeological record, btw, so humans have known about this for a long time) is heat treating. You heat a mineral to a certain temperature for a given amount of time and sometimes the clarity will be improved, or the color will change or intensify. Courtesy of r/gems, here's a great side-by-side comparison of what most tanzanite looks like, before and after heat treatment:
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This isn't a scam and it isn't some big secret -- it's best to assume that any given colored stone has been heat treated unless you have an independent lab report from a reputable firm saying otherwise. No, a private appraisal isn't good enough. No, the jeweler's word isn't good enough either. Heat treatment is stable (i.e. permanent) and not discernible to the naked eye, so it's not something you as an average consumer needs to worry about. It's also not a value determinant in almost any stone. Nobody gives a crap if your amethyst is 'unheated'. Nobody cares. Don't get tricked into paying a premium for it.
The majority of tanzanite is reddish-brown when it comes out of the ground, and only after heating do its lovely blue-violet tones show.
For your second question, while diamonds do retain more of their value, speaking very generally, than almost any colored stone, the speculative value of gemstones bought at retail is, like most things, effectively nil. Buy things because you love them, not because you're hoping someone will pay you more for them later -- the late capitalist need to turn every blessed thing on the planet into a casino chip is what turns people into motherfucking Daleks.
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