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manorjewels · 1 month
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Such a rare find - tritone onyx ring from the early 20th century
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aeazure · 2 months
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GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS LOOK AT THEM LOOK AT THE SILLY
they are actually so fun to draw i love drawing their hair and i love drawing them(they are the most amazing most scrumptious most yummiest to draw along side kid steven) and i absolutely will be drawing more of them and no one can stop me
pink onyx belongs to @pink-onyx-au
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klein-sodor-bahn · 2 months
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More of my scrunklies✨
They are so silly. I love how Henry of all characters works so well with this menace to society. Although he can be a menace as well it works
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The reference for those who have ships with a similar dynamic
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listography · 5 months
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FAVORITE DRAG RACE ESPAÑA QUEENS
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pink-onyx-au · 1 year
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Can you play Jasper some Queens of the Stone Age?
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lime1991 · 5 months
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Trollz to Trolls lore
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deepgreensunlight · 21 days
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trying to think of a smouldering, broody, dark-haired, tattooed heartthrob of a fantasy male love interest who i don't picture as matthew daddario and... i got nothing
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realnyhiphop101 · 11 months
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Onyx "Bacdafucup" Era '93 Onyx Iz Here!!!
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The Winged Servant - 5
cws: multiple whumpers mentioned (only one doing actual whumping here), winged whumpee, electrocution by shock collar, royal whumper, mentions of restricting food, accidental self-harm, let me know if I missed anything!
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“Honestly, I feel like just letting you skip dinner would be a better fitting punishment.” I did my best to keep my wings from shaking while Prince Ryan tightened the collar by one notch. “You were late giving her food, so your food is restricted. Natural consequences and all that. But you know how she is about corporal punishment. And since she’s the one you messed up in front of, she gets to decide.”
He fiddled with the remote, presumably changing the settings so that it would hurt more. I would not shake. I needed to be able to stay composed.
“You’re getting three shocks. One for each minute you were late. Does that seem fair?”
“I will accept whatever punishment you see as fit, Your Highness.”
He smiled. “Yeah, I know you will.”
The first shock wasn’t bad. I arched my back and gasped a little, but it was almost the same as the shocks that woke me up every morning.
The second shock would be worse. That was how it worked—the shock was a bit stronger every time. The worst part wasn’t the actual shock, though. No, the worst part was waiting for the next one and not being sure when it would come. I closed my eyes so that I couldn’t stare at the remote, waiting for the shock to hit. I took a slow breath, and-
Fuck.
A strangled noise escaped my throat, and I bit down on my fist to keep any more sound from getting out. I bit until I tasted blood, trying not to sway, before I finally dropped my hand back to my side. “Sorry, I- My apologies. Your Highness.”
“You’re good. You can make noise if you’d like.”
“Thank you, Your Highness.”
“Mm. You wanna sit down for the third one? Your legs already look pretty shaky, and the last one is always the worst."
Had they always been this bad? Before I’d been properly trained, I’d had to sit through ten, getting worse at every level, and here I was with shaky legs at the second level.
“I need an answer, Onyx. It’s not like I electrocuted you enough to kill your vocal chords.”
“My apologies, Your Highness. I’ll- yeah, I’ll sit down. Thank you for offering.”
Her Majesty liked it when I was graceful. Prince Ryan wasn’t as particular, which was good, because I wasn’t sure how much gracefulness I had left in me as I collapsed to my knees. Tears pricked at the edges of my eyes, and I took a slow breath. Crying wouldn’t help me right now. Crying would probably make everything worse, because I’d already been told not to. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe-
Fuck fuck fuck that fucking hurts fuck.
It took a moment for my eyes to focus on Prince Ryan’s face in front of me. I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d kept my eyes closed or if the shock had been bad enough to mess with my eyesight, but it didn’t really matter.
“Breathe,” Prince Ryan told me, pulling the collar off. “You’ve done this before. You’re okay.” I nodded, trying to stay focused, and he tilted my chin up, making sure there wasn’t any damage that would last. “You did such a good job.”
“Thank you, Your Highness.” My voice was slightly raspy. Had I screamed during the last shock? I didn’t remember screaming, but that didn’t mean much.
“It’s been awhile since you’ve had this particular punishment, hasn’t it?” Prince Ryan wondered, but he didn’t look like he really wanted a response. “A year at least. I suppose whatever tolerance you’d had for the higher levels has left.” His fingers ghosted over where I’d bit into my hand, but didn’t quite make contact. “I’m not going to clean that. It’s small. It’ll be fine as long as you don’t pick at the scab, but please don’t do that again.”
“Do what, Your Highness?”
“Bite yourself. You didn’t mean to, did you?”
“No, Your Highness. My apologies.”
“You’re fine for today, but I can’t have you hurting yourself while I’m trying to punish you for specific things, alright? It’ll mess with your conditioning. If you get back into that habit I'm going to start muzzling you for punishments again. No one wants that.”
“Yes, Your Highness.” I did not want that. I would take whatever the royal family gave me during punishments, of course, because good servants did not have wants, but the texture of the bit in the muzzle always made me feel weird.
“Good. Okay. Tell me what you did wrong.”
“My sincerest apologies, Your Highness. I shouldn’t have been late taking Her Majesty's breakfast to her. It won’t happen again. Thank you for punishing me so that I remember not to repeat my mistakes.”
“Good boy,” he murmured, running fingers through my hair, and I let myself lean into his touch. That was always the phrase that meant we were done. I had done well enough. I wouldn’t be punished any more.
“Thank you, Your Highness.”
“Do you need a second? You’ve got about twelve minutes until Jayden needs your help serving dinner, and as long as you’re there on time, I don’t care if you take a break for now.”
“I, um.” I blinked hard. “Servants exist to please the crown, Your Highness. I don’t need-”
“I’m offering a break to you, Onyx. If you’d rather make sure dinner is all prepared, you can do that, but I won’t object if you’d like a few minutes to recover. We’re going to be… leaving for a bit tonight, and I don’t want you all pitiful and anxious like you were earlier. Okay?”
Prince Cardan was the only one who ever tried to trick me into things, but this felt like a trap. Prince Ryan looked serious, and like he wasn’t making fun of me, and wouldn’t it be rude to refuse a gift offered to me? “Thank you, Your Highness.”
“Make sure to turn the light off when you leave the room.”
I didn’t cry when he left, because I was down to probably eleven minutes and that almost certainly wasn’t enough time to cry. It’d have to be enough time to pull myself together, though. If I could do it in the three minutes I had before the punishment, I could do it in the eleven minutes after.
Breathe in, breathe out. I could do this, I knew how. Crying served no purpose and I didn’t need to do it.
Nine minutes left, I estimated.
Nine would have to do.
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manorjewels · 2 months
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Today’s new arrivals at The Manor.
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hikaart · 2 months
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tiaramania · 2 years
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Onyx Tiaras
Queen Caroline Murat’s Nicolo Intaglio Tiara by Nitot, circa 1810
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Queen Charlotta of Sweden’s Onyx Tiara, 1818
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Onyx Tiara, circa 1844
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Nicolo Intaglio Tiara by Ernesto Pierret, 1860s
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Onyx & Diamond Feather Tiara by Boucheron, 1910
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Ivy Onyx Tiara by Cartier, 1914
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Onyx & Pearl Tiara, circa 1915
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Onyx Feather Tiara by Boucheron, 1920
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Onyx & Diamond Lattice Tiara by Chaumet, 1920
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Coral & Onyx Bandeau Tiara by Cartier, 1922
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Coral, Onyx, & Pearl Bandeau Tiara, circa 1925
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Tiara Materials 16 of ∞
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libbytwq · 1 month
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i dont think anyone has seen my Onyx and Conan redesigns yet, so here they are
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lavendersartistry · 1 month
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I believe I girlbossed to the sun and now @onyxonline is simping for Koi-
oh lord, what have i done-
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Lovestruck | Daily Rewards Puzzles | 71-80
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