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box-milk · 11 months

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Let me

Pairing 》CEO!wanda x reader

Genre 》fluff

Warnings 》age gap (Wanda is 36 and reader is 26),grammatical errors and not proof read.

"Put that back. I don't need it".

Wanda huffs lightly before handing the diamond necklace back to the store attendant. The both of you were in a jewelry store to uplift Natasha's engagement ring while she was setting up back at the venue for her proposal to her girlfriend.

Since you've been here, wanda has offered to purchase multiple kinds of jewels for you, and all of them you had said no too, causing the older woman to pout, something you wouldn't expect from the owner of a multi million dollar company.

Wanda finally just stands still pout still on her face and her arms folded as you both waited for the attendant to bring the ring up front. You turned the face the woman and smiled softly at the pout on her face.

Moving towards her, you unfolded her arms and put them around you while looking up at her since she was a bit taller in the heels she was wearing.

"What's the matter, my love?" You asked, then pressed a light peck on her nose, which she scrunched up then huff.

"You won't let me buy you anything." She says whine bubbling at her throat, and you almost want to laugh because this is the woman most people found intimidating and here she stood whining cause you wouldn't let her buy you a gift.

"I don't need any jewelry, my love," you say, causing her to scoff lightly and pout even more. You gave her a sweet kiss, and a soft smile graced her lips.

"I don't need anything jewelry from when you, my darling, have the most precious gems in your eyes." You say as your hand gently caressed her cheek, and the blush is evident on her face before she clears her throat and her face returned to hee usual stoney expression.

Turning, you notice that the shop attendant is back with a little gift bag containing a square velvet box, which she hands over in your direction. Wanda gently takes it from her grasp, thanking her.

You looked at your watch, noticing you still had a little time to spare before heading back to the proposal venue, so you grabbed Wanda's hand and pulled her out of the store.

Wanda walked silently behind you as you window shop, knowing that she could easily buy you most of the stores on the block without putting a dent in her bank account but once again you refused anything she offered to buy when she did break her silence.

Not being one to back down though, the older woman made mental notes of everything that caught your eyes and decided she would get them another time without your permission, and she smiled slightly at her 'master plan'.

While wanda was deep in her thoughts, you came across a cute little cafe that you wanted to go to since you were a little hungry from the short adventure so you arm your girlfriend's arm and dragged her along once again.

The businesswoman comes back to herself and notices the change in environment, and raises an eyebrow in questioning.

"What? I'm hungry. " You shrug before turning to the awaiting batista to place both of your orders since you know Wanda's preference by heart while the said woman stood with her card at ready. However, you beat her to the punch and swiped your card paying for everything.

You turned, finding a seat and sitting to avoid laughing at the look of shock on your girlfriend's face. She joins you, sitting in a huff and a visible pout on her face while she stares out the cafe window.

A small smile graces your lips as you admire her before noticing that something must be bothering her, so you grab her hand, gently trying to get her eyes to meet yours,but they remain looking out the window.

"What's the matter, my love?"

"You didn't let me"

"Let you do what." You reply, completely confused, and wanda sighs bringing one of her hands from your grasp to rest under her chin to rest the weight of her hand on it.

"You didn't let me pay for our food"

You can tell instantly that this is deeper than her paying for things by the way her eyebrows creases something she does when anything is really bothering her.

"Is it so bad that I wanted to treat you?". You asked with a raised eyebrow, and she mumbled incoherently under her breath, causing you to look at her in amusement at the all-powerful businesswoman refused to the level of a pouting child .

"I guess not, but I like buying you things"

"I know you do, but you do so all the times we go out surely me paying once is not that big of a deal?"

She remained silent and kept her glaze out the window, and you shifted slightly, looking at the woman in front of you, questioning what this was really about. You had a job which paycheck obviously didn't match Wanda's, but she couldn't think that a coffee and scone would put you in debt, right? Today had been one of the days that you could count on one hand that you paid for something for the both of you since you've been dating.

"Wands what's this really about?"

"I guess I'm not used to it." she sighs, gaze determined to stay focused outside. Your brows furrowed in confusion, but you stayed silent waiting for her to explain at her pace.

"It's just you take care of me and our home while still having a job and I feel like I'm not returning the favor". She says sadly and your heart breaks a little.

"My love you do more than enough and yes I do appreciate everything you buy me but it's not a necessity to prove your love to me".

"To everyone I've dated before it was" she says sadly now looking in your direction but not making eye contact.

"You'll never have to buy my love, I noticed your green eyes that turn slightly gray when your sad, the way your nose scrunched when your excited, disgusted or bashful , way you hum when you concentrate and the way you hold me among other things before I noticed your money"

"Really?"

"Yes and while I'm extremely proud of how hard you have worked to get to where you are I would still feel the same even if you didn't have all that you do"

At this point the woman in front of you is tearing up so you use your thumb to catch them before they fall resulting in her kissing your palm.

"Besides maybe I'll let you buy me a tesla" you smirk behind the coffee cup a kind waitress left at your table and you swear you've never seen wanda light up as quickly as she did and with reason as you never requested anything of luxury.

"Really?!"

"Absolutely not" you smirk watching her pout return and her slowly putting her phone with the site already up along with her card.

"Damn it"

#marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff fluff #ceo!wanda

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slightlyhopefulromantic · 10 months

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a return to the monsters and mommies au designs, this time properly lined and in color! :D posted in the middle of the night just like last time though because i have problems <3 there are some small changes to these designs, but for the most part i was pretty happy with them so this was mostly just to give myself a color reference for them all lol

gonna ramble about small decisions i made below the cut, but its not necessary at all to understanding the designs! just wanna dump my thoughts somewhere :P

for the most part, the kids' designs are the same as i do them for normal canon, but there are some small differences. i've never really done a proper reference for their kid designs either though, so i guess no one would even notice LOL

freeman family: well, firstly - nick's last name is freeman in this au LOL but its easier to refer to him as nick close so people know who i mean as opposed to nicholas foster. usually, i draw nick close with blue hair (i think he goes through a range of colors, but blue is my default), but i do this because he does it to honor morgan. since she is alive here, instead, his default is pink because thats his favorite color to dye it! morgan and nick both have various bead jewelry because i like to have the headcanon that morgan is really into pony bead jewelry; this is also why all of my nick and nicholas designs have the same trans pride necklace, morgan made it for him :] both nick and morgan wear glenn's old clothes, both of them are wearing his shirts in this piece. aaand morgan has subtle heterochromia as a reference to the split timeline! she always has it, it doesnt just magically happen or anything, but its just a small nod to that.

wilson family: its real important to me that grant got his dad's exact coloration except for his gray eyes, which are all carol. why is this important? i dunno! its just interesting to me. also, carol doesnt usually leave her top buttons undone, but upon entering the forgotten realms, she unbuttons it because otherwise her shirt will pop open while she's doing things (to be honest, as a person with a larger chest myself, her shirt probably still pops open but it does help-!). usually i draw grant with a gay pride necklace, but since he doesnt come out pre-forgotten realms in this au, i tragically had to drop it. i miss my rainbow grant. please come home, baby.

oak-garcia family: i always forget to do mercedes's tattoos in my sketches because tbh i never know exactly what to give her. but! but. this time i just went for it. these tattoos arent necessarily set in stone, but i think theyre cute. the tattoo hidden by her skirt is an oak leaf for henry :] her gem necklace is also the same color as his eyes! her skirt is supposed to be, like, tie-dye or maybe more bleach washed, but i dunno how to draw that so whatever. the twins are, like, 100% the same as usual, i just gave sparrow a pink bead necklace instead of the multi-colored necklace i use for my default canon design lol. also, i think i drew the twins slightly too tall here, which is funny because theyre the only ones who are notably shorter than their mom HDFJKGHK

stampler family: i struggled a lot with what colors to give samantha, because i wanted her to have a bright color palette but not anything garish or patterned. originally she was gonna have a white shirt, but then i realized that would make it so all the moms had white shirts and i just couldn't have that LOL so i ended up landing on red for her! it matches with terry junior, so i thought that'd be cute :] terry's design is probably the most different from my default for him? which still isn't a lot but i swapped his dark blue flannel for a black undershirt instead. i cannot explain why i did this. it just felt right in the moment. i gave him a sweet revenge shirt instead of the usual black parade shirt i give him because... well. if you know, you know. and finally, terry gets a little concert admission bracelet!! i always do that, but i just wanted to point it out because i think continuing to wear an admission bracelet for ages after a concert is a very teen thing to do. i always felt so cool doing that in high school hehe

#monsters and mommies au #dungeons and daddies #dndads #morgan freeman dndads #carol wilson #mercedes oak garcia #samantha stampler #nick close #grant wilson #lark oak garcia #sparrow oak garcia #terry jr stampler

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sapphic-bats · 1 year

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It all started on Eddie's birthday.

Dustin had adamantly insisted that they host a party, to which Eddie relented, amused. After all, he had never really had a party before. They bought cake, invited everyone to Steve's, and decorated the house in colors that Eddie was baffled to see. I mean, who decorated for something as insignificant as a birthday celebration?

The gifts started out reasonably cheap for last-minute presents. It was more than Eddie had ever gotten, lest Wayne would buy him a very important gift every year, having saved up money since Eddie's last birthday. Dustin bought him more D&D books and a few sets of multi-colored dice. Mike handed him a small, cardboard necklace box that previously held a pendant of Nancy's, and now held all sorts of shiny, iridescent guitar picks. Will blushed, unused to praise, at the gratitude he received for a beautiful portrait of the Hellfire Club mascot in all its glory. Erica and Lucas gifted him a Mettalica t-shirt, one that wasn't currently sitting in Eddie's collection. So on, so on.

Until it reached Steve.

He laughed as everyone cheered at him, egging him on persistently until he gave in and placed the small box in front of Eddie.

The man grinned and cracked open the case, staring down at a beautiful onyx ring, embossed with a bat-shaped gem embedded into the center. His eyes widened, gaping at the object before a wolfish smile broke upon his face.

He looked up at Steve. "So soon? You haven't even asked me out to dinner yet."

Steve laughed, a twinge of sheepishness glinting through, though melting away with Eddie's jest. "You wish. No," He smiled. "I saw it in a store and... I thought of you."

The other man inspected it suspiciously. "How much did this even cost?" He scoffed aloud.

Steve said nothing.

Eddie now peered back up at the man scrutinizingly. "Steve. How much did this cost?"

"Ah, um," The brunette sucked on his bottom lip stubbornly. "Yeah, no. Robs, you're up."

As Robin went on to endow her present, Eddie snuck sneering glares of inquiry at Steve. Eventually, he acquiesced, but he never forgot the gift and its donor.

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One last "Vecna" scare.

Vines has seeped into the Right Side Up, thrashing around like their beastly counterparts, both bats and dogs together. One last mission before Vecna had died, one that they had not forgotten in their months in the opposing realm, waiting for an opportunity to carry out their orders of their deceased master.

Eddie took a drag from his cigarette before handing it to Steve. They were on night watch duty while the others gathered materials. Steve exhaled shakily, then inhaled from the cigarette.

"So, this is it."

Steve frowned, glancing over to rest his eyes on Eddie. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, this could be our last battle, and we know it." The man laughed humorlessly. "Everyone knows it, I see it weighing down the kids, and... eh, I dunno. It sucks, man."

Steve nodded, eyebrows lowering in empathy. "Yeah, I feel it too." He shuddered. "As long as we stick together this time, everything will be fine."

There was a pause for a moment, before Eddie took the cigarette from Steve and gripped the man's hands.

"Hey, promise me that if anything goes south, take the kids and run. I can fend for myself."

Steve recoiled, something akin to anger flashing on his face. "Can you? Because the last time you played hero, you died."

But Eddie wasn't perturbed. "I know. But it's a lot better than risking a casualty among the kids." He gazed down sadly, almost regrettably.

"Listen, Eddie. Our party doesn't just abandon our members when things look rough. We're not gonna let you get hurt, not this time." He glared at him, directly in the eyes. "But you have to do your part, and not try to do hero shit. You just completely disregarded my instructions!"

Eddie still wouldn't meet Steve's eyes. "So what do you want me to tell you?" Frustration laced his voice gingerly.

"I don't know, but you can do a lot better than just, 'Make him pay.'"

A silence hung in the air, and Eddie sighed.

"That's not what I was going to say."

Steve looked over.

"'Make him pay'? That wasn't what I really wanted to say." Eddie reiterated.

A pause. "What... were you going to say?"

Eddie inhaled deeply, meditatively, as if preparing to reveal something he wished to have kept buried, however it killed him.

"I was going to tell you I loved you."

Another hesitation.

"You... love me?"

Eddie nodded, finally meeting Steve's gaze. "And I can't die without telling you first."

He could swear his heartbeat raised about twenty percent, breathing hastened, hands shaking. Steve knew it was now or never.

All of his life, he had taken risks for other people. It was time he took one for himself.

He leaned forwards and kissed Eddie, shock rippling through the other for a mere moment before he kissed back, taking the man in his arms. They stood there for a moment, tasting skin and dark salt and cigarette smoke, and though the combination might sound repulsive, soon a citrus-sweet flavor began to bloom between it. They parted, heaving with the energy they'd sacrificed and the adrenaline they had created.

"I love you too." Steve gasped, something glistening near his waterline, shining like raindrops on the windshield of a car. It felt so good to finally be the one to say it back.

Eddie laughed victoriously, a feat of his nerves well over, rejection far behind them. Steve couldn't help but laugh too, still entwined in the other's grasp.

"Steve, I love you so much I could marry you right now." He joked, his fit of laughter still shaking him.

He didn't know what came over him, but Steve grinned. "So do it."

The laughter died in astonishment. "Wha- really?"

Steve nodded, furrowing his brows in ridicule of something almost unspeakable. "Yeah, fuck whatever laws there are. Marry me."

Maybe it was the adrenaline, but there was no unsurety or regret in any word he spoke, nor was there a trace of either in his gleaming eyes. Eddie blinked, and soon his face mirrored Steve's simper.

"Well, then. Steve Harrington," He released Steve, dropping to one knee gracefully. "Love of my life, heir to the heavens, will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?"

He had slid a ring of his off of his left hand, the skull ring that had previously resided on his ring-finger, and held it up to Steve in proposal.

The man wasted no time in seizing the ring from Eddie's open palm, and slipping it onto his own engagement finger. He pulled the man to his feet and kissed him again, this time smiling widely.

When they separated, Eddie smirked. "I believe we have one more step to the process?"

Steve smiled knowingly, knitting his brows in mock annoyance. He then held out his hand. "My weapon?"

The other slid the onyx ring off of his finger adjacent to his middle, the middle finger which was adorned with an old ring that he now hastily moved to a separate finger on his right hand, along with the rest of his rings on the left. He dropped it into Steve's palm.

The man barely had any time to speak once he kneeled. "Eddie Munson, will you marry-"

He was interrupted by Eddie taking hold of his face on either side and pressing his lips to Steve's. He just about giggled. "Yes."

[]

And on October 6th, 2014, their rings, never once removed, touched together while they laced their fingers in front of the TV as it spoke the headline, "Gay Marriage Now Legalized In Indiana".

(Go follow my Ao3, Pink_October_Bones! I'm in the final stage of editing some stories, and will be posting thousands of words-worth of fan fictions soon!)

#steddie #steddie ficlet #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #proposal fic #stranger things #stranger things 4 #mlm #gay #bisexual #Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson #steve x eddie

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theocannibalistic · 8 months

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Aaaand NPC gala fits part 2!

ID: five digital drawings of original characters, described top to bottom and left to right. 1. Bluebell, a lanky firbolg woman with freckled pale blue furry skin, cow hooves and a cow tail, fluffy ears, brown eyes and long dark red hair in a braid crown at her hairline. She is wearing a cream gown embroidered with pink, lavender and white flowers and pale green vines. The dress has a plunging neckline that shows a white patch of fur on her chest. She also has pale green vine earrings and bracelets and flowers in her hair that match the dress. 2. Agnazar, an older elven person with black hair pulled into a bun with two long white strands that hang past her ears and end in lightning shapes. She is wearing big star earrings, purple goggles pushed up to her forehead, black boots and gloves, and an indigo coat with white buttons and trimming. She is holding a dark brown cane with a purple orb grip in her right hand. 3. Moxie, a broad tiefling orc with freckled seafoam green skin that blushes purple, asymmetrical upright horns, a long tail with a curly blond tip, brown eyes and fluffy pale blond hair shaved light brown at the sides of his head. He is wearing red dragon earrings, gold bracelets and gold rings on his horns, a red cape in the shape of dragon wings, a layered terra-cotta scale skirt, a purple tabard with a black dragon embroidered on it and dark teal leggings and brown boots. 4. Juniper, a wood elf woman with tan freckled skin that blushes green, dark forest green hair with braids and wrapped sections and brown eyes. She is wearing a green gown with three-quarters sleeves, a square neckline split at the center and bright green and blue botanical pattern on the skirt and sleeve hems. She also has a gold crown with five blunt spikes decorated with circular gems and a necklace with multi-colored beads and a stone pendant. 5. Sirocco, a young summer eladrin girl with a warm skintone, frilled pointed ears, orange yellow and red eyes reminiscent of targets and long pale blond hair with straight-across bangs. She is wearing a red gown with puff sleeves, a curlicue pattern and white gem at the heart-shaped neckline, full skirts and a pink tabard with white and yellow accents.

Player Characters NPCs Part 1 NPCs Part 2 (you are here)

#my art #dnd 5e #d&d npc #original character #dungeons & dragons #firbolg #elf #eladrin #fey #feywild #tiefling #orc

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rainfallnightmare · 1 month

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Curse Sun and Moon x Y/n Curse AU

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Summary:

Y/n and three of their friends were doing some treasure hunting. It was something they did usual for fun like diving in the ocean or going into caves but this time one of Y/n's friend thought it would be fun to treasure hunt at an haunted mansion. Y/n thought it wasn't a good idea at first but after their friends dragged them to the haunted place, The treasure hunt happened an Y/n friend found a necklace and handed it to Y/n. See it having some weird cravings and a beautiful gem that was a multi color stone. Y/n puts it on to not loss it but then they suddenly saw a figures coming out of nowhere and growled at Y/n realized that they have made a great mistake.

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Chapters:

Chapter 1: Done

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

Chapter 5:

More Will come Soon...

#dca au #aus #dca fandom #sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #Curse Sun #Curse Moon #Cursed Y/n

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thepastisalreadywritten · 1 month

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In her 13 years as creative director of the French jewellery house Boucheron, Claire Choisne’s mood boards have featured some unusual suspects.

This January, she introduced the latest high jewellery collection with a picture of Prince Philip waving at crowds during the coronation in 1953.

He’s decked out in his Admiral of the Fleet finery, decorated with military medals and orders of chivalry, white ribbons fluttering at his shoulders.

‘OK, Prince Philip is not my absolute muse – but I love this picture,’ says Choisne via video call from the Tucson Gem Show, where she is shopping for the stones that will feature in the house’s 2026 collections.

She was drawn to the unexpectedly feminine details of the late Duke of Edinburgh’s ceremonial uniform.

‘You feel the power and the strength, but at the same time, there are all these couture details: bows, ribbons, embroidery. It’s a paradox.’

She decided it was the perfect way to interpret the well-trodden high jewellery theme of ‘couture.’

‘I didn’t want to do something too girly or cheesy. I wanted to give strength to the pieces. When I saw this picture, I said to myself, “OK, now I know how to manage the creation of this collection.”’

The resulting 24-piece collection, The Power of Couture, is the latest chapter in Boucheron’s annual Histoire de Style series, which sees Choisne reinterpret designs or themes from the house’s 166-year history.

Its founder, Frédéric Boucheron, was the son of a draper and so the archive teems with diamond-set bows, ribbons and lace, with gold worked into supple-as-silk scarves.

A lace-like shoulder adornment made circa 1880 was a Belle Epoque predecessor of today’s white gold and diamond epaulettes, whose overlapping loops were inspired by a tiara made in 1902 for the Princess of Wales, later Queen Mary, Prince Philip’s grandmother-in-law.

Clipped across the shoulders, they’re a precious take on the traditional tasselled gold epaulettes of naval uniforms.

They also transform into cuffs; such versatility is a hallmark of the collection.

A set of 15 medal brooches can be strung into a bib necklace of epic proportions.

A rock-crystal and diamond bow can fasten to the shoulder or chest, or be fashioned into a multi-wear necklace, while its central diamond can be plucked off to become a ring.

A braided aiguillette can be worn military-style across the chest, draped around the waist, or disassembled into brooches and a bracelet.

‘In ceremonial attire, there are so many rules that you have to respect. For the collection, I wanted the opposite,’ says Choisne.

‘I wanted people to be able to play freely and design their own style.’

She sees the collection as a ‘kit’ with an almost infinite number of styling combinations.

Her dream, she says, would be for one client to buy the lot. Whether that client is male or female is of little importance.

‘A long time ago, the people who wore high jewellery were men. The maharajas, the tsars, the kings. The biggest and most beautiful pieces were designed for men.’

One of Boucheron’s most famous clients was the Maharaja of Patiala who, in 1928, had his guards cart some 7,571 diamonds and 1,432 emeralds from The Ritz to the Boucheron boutique, to be set into 149 extraordinarily opulent jewels – a commission that inspired New Maharajas, the house’s 2022 Histoire de Style high jewellery collection.

Sir Bhupinder Singh, Maharaja of Patiala, GCSI GCIE GCVO GBE (12 October 1891 – 23 March 1938)

'Today,' continues Choisne, 'I don’t want to do pieces for men or for women. I want to make beautiful and meaningful pieces. And I want to show that it’s beyond gender.’

She says that men do buy and wear Boucheron high jewellery, but she doesn’t know the precise proportion of male customers.

‘I almost don’t want to know exactly, because I’m sure of my idea. And maybe we have to show them that it’s a good one.’

Three years ago, Boucheron’s art deco-inspired Histoire de Style collection was photographed on male and female models – a first among Place Vendôme’s traditional maisons.

‘I knew that some of the pieces were even stronger on men. But the idea of it was almost weird at that time. People asked me, “Are you sure, high jewellery on men?” And my answer was, “Yes, definitely,”’ says Choisne.

The Power of Couture collection, conversely, was exclusively photographed on and modelled by women; another deliberately defiant move.

‘When you think of ceremonial attire, you naturally think of men. So I wanted to show the opposite. It doesn’t make sense for me to choose between men and women. Nowadays we can do what we want.’

A pair of embroidery-inspired diamond ferns have an ethereal, Greek goddess-like beauty when worn as a headpiece.

But one can also imagine them pinned to a tuxedo, echoing the actor Regé-Jean Page, who wore a feather-shaped diamond Boucheron brooch at last year’s Oscars.

Although it may take a Liberace-channelling peacock to carry off a lacy diamond collar, even the most bling-averse gentleman could be tempted to affix a few rock crystal and diamond buttons to his dress shirt.

Choisne says Boucheron’s clients span the whole spectrum.

‘It’s the same for men as it is for women: some are more classical, and some are super edgy.’

Culture plays a role. ‘Maybe European men are a bit more traditional, whereas in Asia men can be more open-minded when it comes to style.’

It was important that the Power of Couture collection wasn’t too literal, says Choisne; it couldn’t feel like fancy dress.

A restrained, all-white palette of rock crystal and diamonds helps; she champions texture and detail over bold hues or glitzy brilliance.

The pieces are labelled with their carat weight along with the hours involved in their creation – many run into the thousands.

‘If you put a lot of little diamonds everywhere, it’s easy. It will shine, so you have no doubt that it’s precious,’ says Choisne.

‘But I prefer to find preciousness with purity of design and elegance, which come from the craftsmanship. It’s not about having lots of diamonds. The number of hours is what makes it high jewellery.’

The transformable Noeud bow, for example, is crafted from hundreds of individually cut lines of frosted rock crystal, threaded together through their diamond edging to evoke the texture and fluidity of grosgrain ribbon.

‘It would be much faster and easier to engrave a single piece, but I wanted it to be really flexible. So they cut every little line by hand. Each one is a different length. It’s crazy work to achieve that.’

That’s 2,600 hours of crazy work, to be precise.

Elsewhere, sandblasted rock crystal is knitted together into the flexible, five-strand Tricot choker.

’The idea was to give an illusion of knit work,’ says Choisne. ‘The unpolished rock crystal gives the feeling of softness, like wool.’

The Médailles feature grosgrain-effect rock-crystal ribbons, from which hang 15 medallions of sculpted rock crystal overlaid on to beds of brilliant-cut diamonds.

‘We cut the rock crystal with the glyptic technique – it’s much more complicated than engraving. Then we set diamonds underneath so they are a bit blurred. For me, it’s more magical.’

It’s clear that Boucheron’s craft workers relish Choisne’s technical challenges.

They are currently making the pieces that will launch in July 2025 (Boucheron presents two high jewellery collections a year), while Choisne is finalising designs for 2026 and developing her ideas for 2027.

It’s not always easy to sleep with so many different concepts buzzing around her brain, she admits.

Her approach to design mirrors the demands she asks of her atelier. ‘I don’t love it when it’s too easy.’

boucheron.com

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gemville · 3 months

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The Mirragio Necklace by Cartier, Which Features Sapphires, Emeralds and Diamonds

Photo Courtesy: Cartier

Source: hauteliving.com

#cartier #cartier necklace #contemporary high jewelry #sapphires #emeralds #diamonds #multi gem necklace #sapphire emerald diamond necklace #high jewelry #luxury jewelry #fine jewelry #fine jewellery pieces #gemville

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film-classics · 4 months

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Movie: Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953)

Show girl Lorelei Lee (Marilyn Monroe) headlines a lavish Paris revue. She performs "Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend" while wearing a show-stopping multi-layered diamond choker necklace and a William Travilla-designed pink strapless gown.

While the necklace Marilyn wore on set is costume jewelry, during the film's promotional tour and photoshoots, she got to wear the real "Moon of Baroda," a 24-carat, pear-shaped, yellow, canary diamond discovered in the Golconda mines of India and originally owned by the royal family of Gaekwad, the Maharajas of Baroda, who – legend has it – gifted it to Marie Antoinette’s mother, the Empress Maria Theresa of Austria. Meyer Rosenbaum, president of the Meyer Jewelry Company in Detroit, acquired the diamond and then loaned it to the actress for publicity purposes.

It was later sold at Christie’s Magnificent Jewels auction in 2018 for $1.3 million, along with a black-and-white autographed photo of Monroe wearing the diamond and signed, “Thanks for the chance to wear the Moon of Baroda.” Five bidders fought over the gem, but the winning buyer prefers not to disclose his identity.

Rumors of a curse are associated with the stone, which is, said to only come to fruition when it crosses the water.

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hitfitgems · 2 years

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Natural Opal Stone 925 Sterling Silver Pendant Jewelry

This Pendant (P-611) is made with Solid .925 Sterling Silver (925/1000) and Opal embellished in this pendant is 100% Natural Ethiopian opal Shape is Oval and total weight of Pendant is 2.1 gram.

Color: Black opal

Finish: 925 Sterling Silver

Jewelry Type: Pendant

Metal: 925 Sterling Silver

Gemstone Name: Ethiopian opal

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mightymizora · 8 months

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Breath and Rosewater: Chapter 2

So apparently this has become multi chapter. In this, some attempts to get Gale’s voice… still only spoilers for act 1. Read the first one here:

It is the feeling of the first sip of water after a day’s thirst. It is a shimmering of ice on a scorching burn. It is relief, in every sense; the physical, the emotional, the knowledge that, for now at least, the hunger is sated. It is the moment when you wake from a nightmare, and all is still.

He told her only what he needed to. That there was a condition, and it needed magic, more magic than he could muster alone. She had questions, understandably, and he answered what he thought prudent; no, it is no real demon, as much as it feels like one. Yes, it is dangerous, truly dangerous. Yes, more answers would come in time. No, there is no other way. If there was, he would have found it. She was not satisfied with his answers, he could tell, but it was not the time yet to tell her more if, indeed, such a time would ever present itself. He said he trusted her. He meant it.

“I know these items were hard-won,” he offered. “And it will be no easier when more is needed to assuage my hunger, but… well. I hope I can count on you.”

A moment of fear, then doubt, and then acceptance and, finally, concern.

“Anything you need,” she had said, “And we will make it right.”

He then held off for as long as he could, trying to keep the sweat off his brow and hide the ever-worsening tremor in his hands. Well, it seemed only polite not to press the matter. Although they had found a fair riches of items that could be suitable, she had a habit of passing on some of the best of them to their travelling companions, and he could not deny that their use of them was tantamount to their success in not being eaten alive in this blasted wilderness. Then, inevitably, the sensation had become too strong. He had stumbled, and been unable to bring himself to his feet again. The sickness had reached through the black tendrils of the orb to his eye, burning up his sight and forcing him to his knees.

She had acted quickly; he barely had to say a word. She had looked around to see if the others were in reach and then, with a look of resignation on her face, pulled from her collar a beautiful bronzed necklace, set with a gem the size of her thumbnail. He saw her kiss the gem lightly, so quickly it was almost imperceptible, before sweeping it over her head and pressing it into his hands.

It is the feeling of a morning’s sun after a night of storms. A sip of warm tea in a blistering winter. It is a relief, yes, but the moments after the release has passed, he is left only with more questions.

“The necklace you gave me,” he asks later as they move out into the wilds once more. “It seemed important to you.”

“No, not really. It was fine to spare. We needed the other things. We didn’t need-”

She drops into silence and he can feel the pull into her mind. Before he can stop it, before perhaps he wants to stop it, he sees a flash of grey fingers, a large ruby catching a ray of light that looks so like the one he took from her. He sees the merest moment of a smiling face looking down on him, feels the warmth that he knows comes from a deep, familiar love. The image rips away from them and he is left looking at her with a question on his tongue.

“It wasn’t…” she starts, but her eyes flit to the ground. “I don’t think it was the same one. I can’t see how it could have been. But that cut, the way the light refracted through it, that’s a cut from Neverwinter. From the workshop we delivered to. There’s nowhere else on the coast that makes gems look like that.”

“Is it crass to ask you who-”

“My mother.”

“I see.”

“It’s fine, honestly. I just miss her sometimes. Wonder how she is, that kind of thing. She’s probably fine. I just wish I knew, you know?”

His face must have betrayed his feeling of shame, of embarrassment, as she forces a smile. “The necklace just reminded me of her, that’s all. There’s more important things. Are you feeling better?”

He thinks of his own mother. Eyrini Dekarios was likely tearing through all of his associates in Waterdeep trying to find more information than the sending spell he had managed. It seemed like enough words for now: Safe for now. Don’t forget to feed Tara. There are wards on the bedroom, don’t try it.

“Have you got word to her?” he replies, realising too late that he hasn’t answered her question. “A sending spell, perhaps?”

“To my brothers. But they don’t need my words. They need… well. They could have fenced that necklace.”

He smiles weakly. “I’m sorry. Really.”

“Don’t be. Anything you need, remember?”

He hopes he will not have to hold her to that.

***

“Go on then. This is the moment you extort me.”

“I’m not going to do that.”

“Isn’t that what all you adventurers do?”

“Aren’t you an adventurer too?”

It stands to reason that the first face she meets like hers would treat her like any other hoon. The other Svirfneblin is wearing leathers that seem far too new, too polished, and the dagger sits closely in its sheath. If she were to hazard a guess, she’d say he was kitted out less than a month ago, and was yet to spill any blood at all.

“Be that as it may, I know how these things work. You may have whatever you can find in my pack, if you can find it. It was weighing me down. That’s how they caught me. I’ll travel lightly from now on.”

She does not want to confess that she has already picked it over. “I’d rather know more about why you’re here.”

“You’re here, are you not? We’re not soul-bound to the Underdark.”

“I know. But you don’t seem like you belong here, in these wilds. So what are you looking for?”

He narrows his eyes, and looks past her to her companions. His meaning is clear enough. No outsiders.

She nods and walks with him, ignoring Wyll’s protests, and finds a spot by a crumbling statue that is out of earshot before she continues in their tongue.

“Well? Do you feel you can talk now?”

“One of my clan is missing.” he mumbles, his eyes fixed on where they left everybody else, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “A friend. I fear he is in trouble.”

He flashes a pendant, a design she knows well, splattered with blood in and ugly long streak. He spots her recognition, and almost manages a smile.

“I gave him this many years ago. Found it around the neck of some thug in the lower city a few weeks back. The trail took me here, and I believe it will take me further into the Underdark.”

“You will go on without provisions?”

“I can track more carefully that way.”

“Why don’t you join us? We have a camp nearby, and my travelling companions are talented fighters. We can help you look for your friend. It’s safer in numbers.”

His eyes narrow, and he shakes his head. “It’s never, ever safer with outsiders, sister. You should know that, at your age.”

***

The Devil comes to them at a fork in the road. He is handsome in a way that betrays him instantly, charming and seductive but without even the smallest hint of sex. She has read enough tales to know exactly who he is, but even still, the sight of him is enthralling and terrible and completely and utterly overwhelming.

He seems delighted by her, prowling around her, offering her the kind of things that she thinks must be the first level of temptation, for those whose lives are devoid of the most simple pleasures; food, wine, warmth. Raphael seems amused that she refuses him, and it makes her angry that he must have considered her such a simple creature, and even more vexed that she enjoys proving him wrong. She has sung enough songs of deals with the devil, of lovesick maidens looking for the eye of their beloved and grieving mothers wishing to see their child again, great epics of those marked by vengeance and those lost to the flames. She has never thought about who she would be in those stories. Not until now.

She takes her time to speak to all of them after he deposits them back into the material plane. She is so unsure of herself. Before, survival meant quick instincts, the avoidance of the fall of an arrow, but with these tadpoles, survival feels more like slowly freeing yourself from tar.

“There’s no winning when you play with a devil,” Wyll says, “No matter how full the feast he lays out for you. No matter how tempting the offer. The cost is always too great.”

“I’ve always thought so too,” she says, but she can feel the blood in her cheeks rising. “There can’t be any reason to consider dining with a devil. Every story has the same end. But now… look at us, Wyll. Surely there are some times where it truly is that dire?”

Something flickers in him, she can see it, but he shakes his head. “Trust me, Glim. This is not something you want to consider. Leave him where he is, and be done with it.”

Gale however seems delighted in the prospect of it. “Are you as flattered as I am?” he says dryly, and she wishes she could flatly say no, but there is that creeping feeling at the back of her mind, beyond the wriggling of her parasite.

“Flattered, maybe. Intrigued, certainly. What does he want from us?”

“Our souls, no doubt. That’s the bargain, isn’t it?”

“Maybe. But then why not push harder? He barely even tried to tempt us. ”

“You heard the man. Sometimes, the true delight is in the chase. The anticipation. He wants us desperate, he wants us needy. I say we see where the road takes us, and make sure our claws are just as sharp as his.”

The Devil comes to them, and he seems almost pleased.

***

“I don’t know why you keep your hair like that anyway,” Astarion chides. “It’s hardly flattering.”

“It’s practical,” she says, pulling a dagger from her pack and checking it is sharp enough. She’s started to feel a curl against the edges of her ears, the sign that the time has come to shear off an inch or so. “Long hair means a predator can grab it. Underdark rule one. No long hair.”

“And what of the Drow with their beautiful braids? Are they constantly getting them snagged on minotaur tusks?”

“They are the predators.”

She can do this without the aid of a mirror if she wants to. She’s been doing her own hair for almost forty years, and it’s easy enough when you’re just running the blade as close to the hair as you dare, but when there is a mirror, why not use the mirror? Astarion’s spot in camp is always so perfectly put together; a small vanity station and fine bottles of wine, the candles placed just perfectly to shed the right amount of light, soft cushions, old books, and rich tastes.

“Just… don’t move anything, will you? I do so hate people touching what’s mine.”

“You’ll not even know I’ve been here,” she replies, carefully approaching the glass. “It will be as if I am invisible.”

She shoots a smile to where his reflection should be. There is nothing.

Oh, she thinks. Oh.

***

She resents how intimate it feels.

The way Astarion’s hand cups her face as he bites just above her collarbone.

The way his body is pressed against her, over her.

The way his fingers move up her jawline to find purchase in her short hair and pull her head to one side, as if she is just another small animal. It crosses her mind that he is making a point of it, of making sure he can make her feel vulnerable, pathetic.

The way his other hand moves from her shoulder down her arm to pin her by the wrist, and the way she cannot push back against him even as she tries. He is already so much stronger than her, or maybe she is already too weak? There is a numbness setting in, but she cannot tell whether it is a way to survive or a warning that she might die.

“Stop,” she murmurs, but instead she feels the barest brush of his tongue across the leftmost puncture in her neck. She hears a moan. She can’t tell if it came from him, or from herself.

Her back arches, pushes against him, but he presses down harder, and that feeling spreads from her neck further into her chest and she wonders if this is how she dies, laid out on a bed of her own making. It seemed such a little thing, in the moment. Let him feed just a little. He would be stronger, and they needed strength, unity, they needed… she needed…

“Astarion, stop,” she manages, surprised at the hoarse note in her voice. He relents, finally, gasping for air as he moves back from her. She wants to stand and face him, but she is left winded, struggling for breath on the floor.

“That was… that was amazing,” he splutters, trying to regain that mask again, that air of the confident man, not the skulking monster. “I feel… I feel.”

She gulps for air again, managing to bring a shaking arm to her chest and enchant just a little more life into it. She locks eyes with him as things come back in to focus, and he has the decency to look just a little sorry.

“This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”

***

More nights than just this one, he has conjured the visage of his Goddess. More nights than just this he has pulled the weave to him, just to feel the shadow of her power on him once more. Would that there were words to properly describe the feeling of it. Would that he could commit it to song, to text, to poem or prose or paint or clay, but it was only possible to express through the manipulation of the Weave itself. The closest he could think of in words was the feeling of walking into a room just after a person with the scent of them on the air filling your lungs, or sitting in a warmed chair, or tracing your fingertips over the residue of a kiss. Nothing else compares, except for the majesty of her presence, the soft encompassing of all the senses, the pulse of the purest form of magic.

When he brings her face to being, she is giving him just a fraction of herself, he truly believes that. As if she was letting him kiss the hem of her dress, the outermost thread of her being. Just enough to allow him to bring her to life in a stillness, just enough to thread together the edges. It is a gift, and a gift he indulges in often. Too much, most likely, but has been a comfort to him for so many years now. Even in childhood, before there was an inkling of anything more between them, he would stitch together the fine thread of her face, bring her soft, fine features into being and gaze upon it with admiration. Desire came later. Now, what did he feel? Was there anything left underneath the regret?

“Ah, Mystra. The matron of magic herself.”

The image stutters, disappears, and he is left looking across to Glimmergris, who is standing with her arms crossed over her tiny body, a pale grey against the dimming light.

“You startled me. Sorry, I was… I was miles away.”

“Don’t let me interrupt. The light was bright, I was curious. It’s quite an ambitious desire, to have the Goddess of Magic balanced in your hand.”

He lets out a laugh, but it sounds hollow. “Just practising an incantation.”

She shakes her head. “There’s more to it than that. I know that look. She means something to you.”

There is nothing that he can hide from her. And, he has told her that he trusts her. He knows that he does. “I can’t quite describe it,” he finds himself confessing, “But there is… a need to see her, sometimes.”

“You sound like a smitten schoolboy.”

“Ha! Perhaps. It is a kind of love, in a way.”

“I’m sorry. That was… uncalled for. It’s been a long day. Your devotion is a thing of beauty, really.”

He wants to tell her everything, all of it. He wants to start from the very start of it, as the young boy finding the thrill of creation, to the youth in his books and the first time he felt her with him, that comforting feeling of being held in place just so. He wants to tell her of the first time that magic felt placed in his body, not something that was around him, but something that was essential inside him, and the first time Mystra revealed herself to him. He wants to find the way to tell her that story. He wants to tell her everything, but he finds himself reaching for something else instead. Something easier.

“Magic is my life,” he says, “I have been in touch with the weave for as long as I remember. And Mystra… she is that magic. She is all things, all magic. She is all creation.”

“All creation. Very poetic.”

“No poem or painting, no sculpture could do her justice. Only the fabric of the weave itself. And that connection to the weave. It is all music, all poetry, all physical beauty, rolled into one and expressed through the senses.”

“It sounds beautiful.”

“Is that not how it is for you?”

She thinks for a moment, pulling her jacket closer around her and shaking her head. “It’s different, I think. Magic is music, poetry, art, beauty. They create the magic. I just channel it.”

“Fair enough - though in the end we’re still playing the same composition.”

She shakes her head and laughs, and he can feel himself smiling back. There it is again, that moment of silence shared between them. It is comforting, comfortable, and he doesn’t want her to leave.

“I wonder if…”

“If what?”

“Indulge me, will you?”

She is intrigued, it is written across her face. The veil of exhaustion seems to lift from her in an instant, and her eyes spark with a new vigor. He raises his hands before them, sweeping through a familiar gesture that feels as if it has been melded to his bones. She watches carefully, then stands close to his side and tries to mimic his stance, looking for him for reassurance that she is right. He gently pulls her hands to the right position and gestures for her to try. She does so with ease, of course. She does all of it with ease, repeating his incantation with an exaggerated diphthong in Ao pulling out an extra syllable from the word as effortlessly as she manages to pull a swirl of the weave to her being.

She inhales deeply, her eyes closed for just a second, whispering under her breath. “Estelrohe.”

It takes him a moment to recognise the word. Gnomish. Rose water. The senses are pooling together; sound, taste, touch, smell. It is warm, welcoming, inviting. To be cradled in the very hand of Mystra herself.

“Very good. Now picture in your mind the concept of harmony. That shouldn’t be too hard, I expect.”

She smiles wide, and he knows this part is where she will shine. The weave floods to them, a wave crashing on the tide of the moment as she is lit by soft purple light. She looks at him, the weave reflected in the deep blue of her eyes, the light dancing in the grey and blue tones of her skin, her scars, making her seem almost new.

“This is beautiful, Gale. Truly. What a gift.”

“How does it feel?”

“It feels…”

Her voice trails out, and her smile fades slightly as her eyes drop from his. He reaches through the connection of the weave and finds her again just as her eyes come back to meet his, her pupils wide enough to dive in as they start to blend at the edges in the power of the connection, of the weave passing between them. He swims through and into the edges of her consciousness, seeing himself through her eyes as he leans in to kiss her, a soft kiss at the corner of her mouth first as his hand cradles her face, a kiss planted on his hand before their lips touch and it is consumed in a hunger. Then, as quickly as he feels it, a new wave of emotion comes crashing down. Embarrassment. Shame. Dismissal.

The connection falters, and he freezes, chilled, terrified. They are here in the grace of Mystra, and she can see it all, she knows it all. For just a moment, he expects some kind of retribution, some kind of acknowledgement, at least, of this transgression of her power… but there is only stillness.

“I… I didn’t think-"

“Gale, I-"

“I just wasn’t expecting-”

“It’s okay-"

“But it is a pleasant image, to be sure.”

The Weave starts to fade away from them. In mere moments, it will be gone for good, and this connection they share will go with it. For now he can feel that she is ashamed, that she is embarrassed. He can see with his own mortal eyes that the confidence she usually inhabits had faded faster than the Weave was depleting, and that she looked cold, tired, and alone. He could not bear it. He had not known it until this moment, until the idea of disappointing her had become such a tangible reality, that he never wanted to bring her anything but joy ever again.

“It was most pleasant, Glim. Most welcome.”

The weave fades away from them, and they are left, two mortal souls, in nothing but the cold of an open camp.

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Hi,hello! Not sure if you remember me, but I'd submitted some asks and brought up discussion topics in this blog way back then! I'm back from the dead after an exasperatingly long school year and some other daunting crap!Hope you're doing fantastic!🧡❤️💜💖

I saw that thread of beyonce's beautiful pink gown and thought about how I would've designed a dress for persephone's wedding . I did some digging and found a drawing I'd painted earlier this year inspired by lore olympus and RS's long- discontinued gothic-neovictorian comic "the doctor foxglove show".

The flowers are asphodels to represent persephone and I feel like the gothic traditional regal vibe would fit her nicely.

I also have other ideas that unfortunately I'm not gonna translate into drawings anytime soon 'cause of a bunch of other stuff I'm busy with

So I'm afraid you're gonna have to use your imagination.The wedding dress doesn't have to be white( how they made demeter "force" perse's dress to be white to further antagonize her and STILL ended up drawing persephone in a white dress anyway is still beyond me tbh )her symbols could beautifully be incorporated into her dress .

Exhibit 1:a "portrait of madame x" black outfit with a bat wing-like two part cape(her sacred animal:bat) that is bejeweled with black pearls and diamonds and smokey quartz ,the tiara in that portrait is a reference to diana the roman goddess of the hunt AKA artemis,so it could be a nice tribute to her friendship with artemis in the comic .

exhibit 2: a fully bejeweled gown made out of her symbolic gem stones:Lepidolite, Rhodochrosite and Smoky Quartz, signifying her marriage to the god of wealth(I know she's meant to be anti -capitalist but the comic doesn't follow through with it so ...)the sleeves or other parts (like dress layers)could take the shape of the flower petals of asphodel or Narcissus. Maybe a jewel faux- lily crown too. Along with rubies and spinels to form the shape of pomegranates all over the whole fit.

Exhibit 3:an elegant coat-like dress made out of deer (her own sacred animal)and black ram (hades')and fur . It would be a good nod to the fur coat hades gifted her in S1 and the underworld is cold too so why not(holy ginger snaps I just realized how impractical her official queen outfit is! Like we've been told in that episoide that underworld is cold and yet persephone's dress is sleeveless!girlie's freezing!) Also pearl/alabaster-made faux deer horns could be sprouting from her back like wings

Exhibit 4:a feathery dress as a tribute to her sacred animal:parrots most of the dress could be a nice shade of green with some red and yellow feathers which would be common colors for a parrot and also the color of the bridal dresses for ancient greek and roman noblewomen .

Exhibit 5:Like I said red and yellow /gold were bridal dress colours for greeks and romans,what other things are red and yellow?!wheats and tulips! Demeter's symbols!this could've very well been a sweet tribute from daughter to mother ! Imagine a multi -layered flower gown with deep scarlet and black petal-shaped fabrics to look like tulips and a multi-layered veil to match!!! And then imagine golden embroidered threads in the shape of wheat branches and golden wheat shaped necklace and earrings too! And an emerald ,olivine and topaz choker in the shape of a gecko(demeter's sacred animal)

Of course one could also go ham and just combine all these ideas together and make a maximalistic, artsy,chaoticly gorgeous outfit.I personally like it because it could be a symbol of how playful and fun spring is but also how unpredictable and strange death is!I feel like if rachel took her time and didn't rush things she could give us something extraordinary!!!!!!

As always I hope this ask finds you in good health! Bye bye🌹☘️💖💜🎀💚🌺🌸❤️💕🧡👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻

I remember you! I’m so glad to have you back! Your design is so beautiful by the way and honestly it’s very easy on the eyes too! I could see Persephone wearing something like that and also I’m honestly gushing about all of your exhibits because they’re so sweet and I absolutely love the detail you put in them. The tributes would’ve made the dress not only memorable but also very impactful to her character since Persephone was always supposed to be a more family oriented person (at least in season one when was characterized to be most comfortable with physical touch and around people) and it really would’ve showed us how strong her relationships have become over the past seasons, her friends are really just accessories at this point and they’re only brought up when it’s convenient. Hell even some signifying detail about Hades’ details would’ve been romantic like if they both wore parts of each other’s sacred animals or something like you incorporated, Hades never wears anything to represent Persephone and yet Persephone is supposed to be the one wearing dark colors now it’s just so one sided honestly.

But enough rambling, this was honestly such a sweet ask and I absolutely loved going through all of your ideas! They were genuinely so sweet and I hope everything is going great for you! <3

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lore olympus criticism #lore olympus critical #antiloreolympus

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